Phantom Elite Series Book 1

One week before 18th birthday Shit shit shit. I heard the sirens coming in the distance. Quickly typing on the computer keyboard in front of me, I saved the items I needed on a flash drive. Stuffing it in my side pocket of my leather jacket and grabbed some plain pieces of paper from the large conference room to look like I forgot something . I zipped up the pocket as I ran out the back door where I knew security wasn’t.I busted out of my stepfather's office. The skyrise of Ricci Enterprises loomed over me like a beast, just like its owner. I booked it towards my car that was parked a few blocks away. The sirens drew nearer. The cold New York air attempted to steal my breath away by how intense the bite was. My yellow Volkswagen Bug stood out like a sore thumb, but she was my baby. Her name was Bug for short and was the most reliable thing in my life.I threw open the door and hopped inside. Quickly unzipping my pocket I shoved my hand in to grab the thumb drive and quickly stuf

2 Years Later…My fingers danced across my keyboard as I accessed the security cameras in the warehouse my team was raiding. Six computer screens took up my line of vision on one side of the undercover van I was in. As I accessed all of the cameras I led my team to our destination. This bust would bring us one step closer to completely infiltrate and destroy Ricci Enterprises and their extracurricular business arrangements, specifically in sex trafficking.“Shit it smells in here,” Badger complained through her headset. “Damn Buddha, what did we tell you about eating cheese before a raid!” Arrow added. “Guys, focus!” Chief, interjected. I giggled to myself at my team. Even in a dire situation, such as this, my team knew how to keep things amusing. “Phantom, how far out are we?” Chief asked me as they turned down another abandoned hallway. They called me Phantom, because of my ability to infiltrate the cyber world, while going unseen on the dark web. My hacking skills were known ar

Present DaySir Mr. Ricci is on line 2” Christine, my assistant, paged into my office. “Thank you Christine,” I replied, rolling my eyes. I had no desire to speak to the man, especially since he called a little over an hour ago, which I ignored. “Romano” I said, hitting the speaker button and leaning back in my office chair.“Care to share with me why it’s taking so fucking long for us to figure who planned the attack on my warehouse?” Ricci boomed through the phone. “Well good morning to you too” I grumbled, knowing how this conversation was going to go. “Oh don’t give me that bullshit Kade, we both know that the pleasantries are long gone. If your father was still alive..”Before he could finish, interrupted, “Well he’s not. So I will have to do. Unless you want to find another security firm that's willing to deal with all facets of your business.” My tone was cool and straight forward. I couldn’t stand the slimy scumbag, but my father had brought Ricci in as a client with a he

Kade POVI don’t know what I expected from Evelyn Mowers, but it certainly was not this. Not only was she gorgeous, which was emphasized by her outfit that fit her curves just right, her last question threw me off guard. It was a bold question, but I couldn’t help but admire her confidence that came through as she spoke. I by no means thought I was a good man. You couldn’t be when you were the Don of the Italian Mafia. I killed those who wronged me or my family. However, I lived by a specific code, that my father and grandfather refused to live by. Following this code of ethics, allowed me to avoid unnecessary casualties and kept me from law enforcement's radar. After my father died from a heart attack over a year ago, I was forced to take on his empire along with his reputation as The Reaper. One could not get this name without being considered a monster. Although the reputation did keep my enemies in line, it also meant I acquired relationships like Anthony Ricci, that I did not w

EVELYN POVAs I pulled up to Domino's Gym, I noticed the familiar vehicles of my team. I was surprised they all beat me when usually I was the first one to show up for meetings. I walked into the main entry of the gym and was greeted by our regular clients. Buddha was in the weight room spotting Arrow on the bench press. As soon as Buddha noticed me, a wide grin filled his face. It was their queue that it was time for the meeting.The conference room was located on the far side of the gym, hidden by a set of double doors that read “employees only.” I placed my hand on the scanner so it could read my handprint. It was a security measure that ensured that no patron would access the area. The scanner beeped and allowed me access through the doors. The bare hallway illuminated as I walked down the hallway that led to the conference room. The conference room was large with a huge oak table sat in the middle. On the back wall lined artillery and tech gear. Adjacent hung a large screen to