The Suicide King

Book 3: Queen of Spades Thrillers

by Kristi Belcamino

Genres: Vigilante Thrillers; International Crime & Mystery; Crime Fiction; Terrorism & Assassination Thrillers

Synopsis

Former assassin and mafia boss Eva Lucia Santella has lost everything she's ever cared about, but is still attempting to carve out a new life for herself back in Italy as a modern day Robin Hood, devoted to taking down those who prey on the innocent.

And she's training an army of female assassins to help her do it.

When one of her top lieutenants comes under attack, Eva vows revenge.

But when her niece Gia Santella—unexpectedly shows up in Italy, Eva finds that she has more to lose than she ever dreamed possible. She'd avoided meeting the young woman, knowing that everyone she ever cares about is inevitably taken from her.

The two women soon find themselves in the fight of their lives in a battle that leaves them both reeling in grief and left with only one option:

Kill or be killed.

Release date: October 29, 2019

Publisher: Independently published

Print pages: 186

Content advisory: Prolific use of swear words, particularly the author's favorite - the F bomb. Some sex. Some drugs. Some ass kicking.

Sample

Prologue

 

 

Pizzo, Calabria, Italy

 

The girl took his breath away as he watched her weave through the sidewalk café tables in her black leggings and tight black tee-shirt accenting a body tight and toned and—without doubt—lethal. But it wasn’t the formfitting athletic clothes that made her so magnetic. All the girls dressed this way—it was the uniform their Queen Bitch made them wear in training. But this girl was different.

 

There was something about her that was extraordinary. 

 

As soon as she’d stepped into the plaza, he’d been captivated. She moved like a panther across the cobblestone streets, oozing confidence and danger.

 

The way she moved suggested that she was not afraid of anything in this world but, at the same time, was hyperaware of everything and anything around her in a two-block radius.

 

He knew that, from behind her swinging, long light brown hair and dark sunglasses, she’d already clocked him sitting at the café table. He rose and followed her as she entered the cordoned off area in the restaurant across the street. He knew she would stop briefly inside at the bar for a double shot of espresso that she would quickly down and then leave with another paper cup containing the same thing. It might have been her only weakness—that daily fix she insisted on getting every morning in the village. His admiration of her was only slightly marred by this one flaw. 

 

His spies had told stories about this young woman and how she was the chosen one. How she had been plucked off the streets of Rome and groomed to be the Queen of Spades’ newest and best killing machine.

 

But this was the first time he’d actually seen her with his own eyes. And he was mesmerized and excited by the sheer power that emanated from someone so young.

 

He knew better than to stare at her too long.

 

If he did, he knew she would grow wary.

 

But just to test his theory, he set down his coffee and made a point of staring at her.

 

Her head turned, and she fixed her gaze on him with deadly precision.

 

Quickly, he smiled at someone on his side of the street at a table that lay between him and her. She paused and he knew she was memorizing every detail about him before she dismissed him and continued.

 

She was brilliant.

 

His instincts were right. 

 

Her loss would hurt the most.

 

For now.

 

The Queen of Spades had a much more valuable Achilles heel, but the loss of this girl would be only the beginning of the pain that she would ultimately suffer at his hands.