Authors: Cassia Leo
KNOX: Volume 4
By Cassia Leo
KNOX: Volume Four
The heart-pounding conclusion to the KNOX Series from
New York Times
bestselling author Cassia Leo.
Knox is determined to rescue Rebecca from the clutches of his nemesis. But Tony’s capture is not going as planned.
Injured and dispirited over the deaths of those closest to him, the last thing Knox expects to stumble upon on this dreary night is Rebecca’s location. Especially from such an unlikely source.
Armed with this new information, and a crazy amount of hope, Knox sets out on a deadly mission to rescue Rebecca. But is he too late?
1
Knox
The gunshot feels like a sledgehammer to the chest. Her aim is impeccable.
“
FREEZE!
Drop your weapon!” she shouts at me from the top of the basement stairwell.
Both demands are unnecessary. My gun is wedged somewhere underneath my lower back and the wood floor where I’m lying. My shoulders and head are propped up against the wall behind me. I couldn’t move if I tried. I feel as if an elephant has stomped on my torso and made bone soup inside my chest cavity.
I can feel the broken ribs piercing my muscle tissue. But that’s better than being dead.
The bulletproof vest did its job. And now, injured or not, it’s time for me to finish doing mine.
She barrels down the stairs toward me, gun drawn, a steely glare in her eyes, daring me to reach for my gun. She’s got a huge set of balls to rush into this basement, but I’d expect nothing less. The first shot out of Tony’s gun whizzes past her and lands in the mirror hanging from the wall on my left. I close my eyes and turn my face away from the explosion of glass.
She returns the gunfire, but her aim is much better than his. The gunshot hits Tony’s right shoulder, knocking the gun out of his hand. Agent Verduta rushes into the basement, kicking Tony’s gun away from him with her thick-soled boot. She proceeds to cuff him as he spits vile insults at her.
Agent Armstrong bounds down the steps toward me, eyes still watery, massive hands clutched around the gun pointed at my head.
I smile at him then turn my attention to Tony. “I’m not done with him,” I mutter through the pain as I sit up.
Once I’m standing, Armstrong glances at my gun on the floor, then back at me. He says something about bagging the gun as evidence, but I can’t hear over the roaring rush of blood whooshing through my ears. The pain in my chest disappears as my body floods with adrenaline once again.
“
WHERE IS SHE?”
I roar at Tony.
Verduta gently lays him on his back as his blood begins to pool on the dusty wooden floor. I rush further into the basement, but chubby Verduta surprises me with the reflexes of a cat. She draws her gun from her holster and points it at my head when I’m just a few feet away.
“Stay back!” she growls, not an ounce of fear in her eyes. “I don’t give a fuck if you’re assisting in this investigation. I will blow your
fucking
head off!”
We stare each other down for a moment. The air is completely still, charged with electricity. My muscles are wound so taut I can hardly breathe. I can sense Armstrong’s huge presence somewhere behind me. No doubt his gun is pointed at the back of my skull.
I grit my teeth, trying to temper the desperation. I need to find Rebecca. That was the whole
fucking
deal! If I gave them Tony, they’d let me question him. But I’m sure Verduta knew the moment Tony dropped the bomb that he’s my biological father, she couldn’t leave me alone with him in this basement.
She was right. If she hadn’t shot me, I was going to kill him. Even despite the deal I made with Geneva.
I offered to let Tony live if Geneva promised to keep what happened in that warehouse, and my true identity, a secret. Pregnant women are not easy to negotiate with; especially when you’ve just murdered the father of their child. But her silence in exchange for her father’s life was a small compromise to make.
And now that I know the truth about Tony Angelo’s identity, I’m sickened by another realization. By killing Nico, I killed my unborn nephew’s father. This thought only makes me want to kill Tony even more. If I don’t do something soon, I’ll explode with hatred.
“
WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE?”
I demand.
Tony coughs then lets out a weak cackle. “She’s dead.”
He continues to laugh. Verduta keeps her gun trained on my forehead as my fists clench at my sides.
“He’s full of shit, Savage,” Verduta tries to reassure me. “You know it and I know it. Don’t fall for this. Don’t do something you’ll regret. Think of Rebecca.”
“She’s suckin’ on seawater!” Tony cackles. “Bye-bye, Rebecca.”
Verduta can sense my patience waning as my adrenaline peaks. The lion in me is ready to pounce. Just when I’m certain she’s going to pull the trigger and blow my head off, she spins away from me and pistol-whips Tony.
He’s out.
She spins around and points her weapon at me again. “Don’t even fucking think about it. He can’t answer any more of your burning questions, so I suggest you get the fuck out of here.”
I shake my head, unable to believe that this could have gone so fucking wrong.
“You said I could talk to him. That was the whole fucking deal!”
“It’s too late. Deal with it.”
Armstrong steps between Verduta and me, ready to tackle me if I make another move.
John is dead. Billy is dead. Bruno is probably dead. I’m not any closer to knowing where Rebecca is. And even if I do find her, I don’t know if she’s alive. And even if she’s alive, I’ll have to tell her that her father is dead.
Turning away from Verduta, I look at John, where he lies about eight feet away from Tony. I close my eyes as I take a step toward him and wait for someone to shoot.
2
Knox
Neither Verduta or Armstrong discharge their weapons. I fall to my knees next to John, turning him onto his back so I can see his face.
His skin is pale from the loss of blood. Tony must have ambushed him from behind when he entered the basement. The gunshot entered at the base of John’s skull and there’s no exit wound. The bottom half of his jaw and his neck are covered in blood. His eyes are wide with shock.
I push his eyelids shut and close my eyes. Rebecca’s face materializes through the red cast on the backs of my eyelids. I clench my jaw as I take deep breaths.
“Sorry, John. I fucked up. But I won’t let you down again.”
My mind draws back to a hot summer day in Bensonhurst when I was seventeen. I’d been hustling for John for two months. He didn’t want me involved in any of his business. He promised my mom he’d never let me do anything illegal. But I was a persistent little shit.
Jerry Mainella and I enter the shop through the rear entrance, as usual. We head straight through the kitchen and into the dining area. The first booth on the left is John’s booth. And, as usual, he’s sitting there with Frank and Tony. They’re eating antipasti and sipping Peroni while John sips limonata.
“Come. Sit,” John orders us as he scoots over and nods toward the empty spot on his right.
I take a seat next to him as Jerry pulls up a chair from a neighboring table.
“We were just discussing how you boys are gonna stop hustling when school starts.”
I look at John, ready to protest this decision, but the stern look on his face tells me I’ll get nowhere with him on this subject. His mind is made up.
“I can still work weekends. You don’t gotta pay me,” I insist, grabbing a bocconcini off the tray and popping it in my mouth.
He laughs at this suggestion, but I’m dead serious. It’s not the extra pocket money that made me want to work for John. It’s the power.
When people know you work for John Veneto, they treat you differently. Walk into a room and people fall all over themselves trying to accommodate you. At school, even the teachers treat me differently. I cut class two days in a row last week and never got detention. Being known as one of John’s soldiers is a rush you can’t put a price on.
“Look at this kid,” John says, putting his arm around my shoulders and giving me a good shake. “He don’t wanna get paid. He does it for the love.”
Just as he says this, Rebecca walks in the front door of the restaurant and heads straight for our booth. John continues to brag to Tony and Frank about what a good kid I am and I try not to look too pleased with myself. Jerry sometimes gets jealous and makes fun of me. Calls me “Johnny’s pet.”
But I don’t know what Jerry’s thinking or doing right now because all I can see is Rebecca. Every step she takes, her silky brown hair bounces on her bare shoulders. She’s wearing a blue tube top and tiny cutoff jean shorts. Her pink lipgloss makes her mouth glimmer in the dull restaurant lighting. Everything about her shines. She’s beautiful.
I lower my head and stare at the surface of the wooden table to keep from looking at her again.
John leans in and whispers in my ear, “Don’t get any crazy ideas. She’s too young for you.” I swallow hard and nod my head. He laughs as he squeezes my shoulder. “Good things come to those who wait…. They also get to keep their legs.”
This makes me laugh and gives me the courage to look up as Rebecca arrives at our table. Jerry looks away, the same way I did just a moment ago. Then she smiles at me.
That’s all it takes. One dazzling smile. And right there I make a promise to myself: I’ll wait for Rebecca. As long as it takes.
I open my eyes and someone’s standing over John and me. A crime scene tech. He’s waiting for me to move so he can collect his evidence. Then the coroner can come in, bag John up and take him away. The pain in my chest returns, but this ache has nothing to do with the gunshot.
I haven’t made many promises in my life. I don’t believe in making promises I may not deliver on. But I know I’ll find Rebecca. And when I do, I’ll keep the promise I made to John when I asked for Rebecca’s hand in marriage. I promised him I’d keep her safe for at least two years before I marry her.
“I’ll wait at least two years,” I whisper to John. “I’ll wait as long as it takes.”
3
Knox
The medic won’t let me leave unless I allow her to bandage my ribs. I try insisting that I’m fine. I’ve broken more ribs than a crash test dummy. But she’s not impressed with this information.
I sit on the gurney with my shirt off as she wraps the adhesive bandage across my chest, under my left arm and over my right shoulder. All I can think of as her fingers whisper over my skin is Rebecca. I stare at the flashing lights on top of the ambulance next to us. Anything not to look at her as she touches me. Finally, she finishes bandaging me up and I hop off the gurney and mutter my thanks as I walk away.
I stop by Verduta and Armstrong’s car to update them on my plans. Verduta still looks annoyed. The woman shoots me in the chest and she has the nerve to be annoyed with me. If that rat bastard Tony would have given up Rebecca’s location I wouldn’t have charged her in the basement. Not that I thought Tony would just give up the information. But I expected to have more time to get it out of him.
“I’m flying out in twenty. I need to tell Marie myself.”
Armstrong nods his head and Verduta shrugs. “Not like we can stop you, right?”
“You’re a fast learner, Karen.”
She winces at the use of her first name. “Don’t ever call me Karen again.”