To almost everyone, CHARLIE WILSON is a retired executive. To a select few, he is a retired hit man for the Magnetti Family. In a fit of rage, Charlie kills a child abuser with a gun he used in a number of mob hits more than a decade ago. When the FBI connects the killings and the press becomes aware of the situation, attention is focused on the new head of the Magnetti family. The new family head, who didn't even know Charlie was alive before the press called him, decides to kill him. His decision starts a chain of events that leads to the death of a dozen people and the destruction of the Magnetti crime family.

PARANOIA Can Kill

Waking a Retired Killer can be dangerous to your healthBy Charlie

Trafford Publishing

Copyright © 2012 Charlie
All right reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4669-4257-8

Contents

Chapter 1: The Event........................................................1Chapter 2: The Nightmare Cop................................................7Chapter 3: Hilton Head......................................................11Chapter 4: The Connection...................................................15Chapter 5: The Beginning....................................................18Chapter 6: The Contract.....................................................25Chapter 7: Sending A Message................................................30Chapter 8: The Bahamas......................................................35Chapter 9: Message Received.................................................38Chapter 10: The FBI Is Interested...........................................40Chapter 11: The Meet........................................................43Chapter 12: Bad News From Hilton Head.......................................55Chapter 13: The FBI Starts To Check Charlie.................................60Chapter 14: The Exit Strategy...............................................67Chapter 15: The First Day Of The Rest Of Charlie's Life.....................79Chapter 16: Who's in Charge?................................................93Chapter 17: The Funeral.....................................................96Chapter 18: Peace at Last...................................................99Chapter 19: Finding The Hit Man.............................................103Chapter 20: Finally Some Good News..........................................106Chapter 21: A Bad News Day..................................................115Chapter 22: Another Funeral.................................................123Chapter 23: Lola Gets Even..................................................127Chapter 24: It's Wedding Time...............................................133Chapter 25: The End.........................................................138

Chapter One

The Event

The sun was just breaking over the golf course when Charlie started out of the house. He had to get the last item to be packed. The movers had packed all of the household goods, including several weapons, into the moving van, yesterday. Helen and Charlie had packed all of their precious, breakable items into the car. This last item was to go into the trunk of the car with other precious items, but last night's confrontation, with Juan, would make Charlie use it before he packed it.

Suddenly, the golf course sprinklers started to spray fifty foot jets of water. They always provided Charlie with a water show as the sunlight sparkled through the mist that drifted over the golf course. It was his own little backyard Bellogio. He picked up a small shovel and walked down the steps of the deck to the backyard and out to the bird feeder. He moved the feeder aside and dug into the soft earth about six inches to find an oak box he had buried eleven years ago. It was inscribed "friends forever". He carried the box up to the deck remembering back to the day, 40 years ago, that Sal had given it to him. He brushed off the dirt, opened the box and removed the cold, blue steel gun. Charlie screwed on the silencer, closed the box and put the gun in the waistband of his shorts and covered it with his shirt. He wondered what Sal would say about what he was about to do.

Charlie walked back down the deck stairs and through the bushes on the side of his house to the bike path that ran along the roadway. After about three blocks, the bike path crossed the street and ran along the front of the horse farm. The horses were out running around making horse prints in the morning dew. They played like little children stopping every once in a while to nibble on the bales of hay. Charlie would miss putting his granddaughter on the pony named Sparkle, but it, like everything else changed as the grandchildren grew up and went to school. Now the grandkids only came to visit on Christmas and Easter and the Hilton Head climate was a little too cool. Charlie and Helen hoped that the Florida weather would be warmer for them and they would get to see them more often. As he crossed the next street, he saw the cemetery coming up on the left. He wondered if any other community had its own private cemetery, it seemed odd but then Sea Pines was a very unique place.

As he crossed into the cemetery and started down the gravel road, Charlie began to think about last night. He and Helen were out for a walk when they heard the little boy's screams coming from the cemetery and saw the caretaker beating his son with a thick leather belt and huge brass buckle. This was the third or fourth time they had seen Juan beat his son Luis. They had stopped him once before and other people in the neighborhood had called the Police and Social Services. On one occasion, the doctors at the hospital had called the police when Luis was admitted with cuts and a broken arm. He was saved from arrest when Juan's wife and son claimed that the boy had tripped over a toy and fallen down the stairs. Unfortunately, Juan was a typical abuser, saved by a family who always protected him because he always promised he would never do it again. A police officer had told Charlie that it was only a matter of time before he killed Luis.

This time was different for Helen and Charlie, Luis was cowering on the ground with blood on his forehead and arm. Juan, who was a small Mexican with dark hair and a beard, obviously needed to bully some one so as to feel important. Charlie ripped the belt from Juan's hand and the caretaker screamed, "You old fart, he belongs to me, and I'll do whatever I want to him, he's my property". Not in this country you little asshole, if I have to, I'll kill you. Juan threw the boy in his truck and screamed out the window, "You're an old fuck who should mind his own business". Unfortunately for Juan, Charlie's and more importantly Helen's grandson was the same age as Luis, and in Helen and Charlie's mind, it just became their business.

He was about 50 yards away from Juan, who was working on a power mower in the back of the maintenance area near the tool shed. He surveyed the area no cars, no people, a few deer 100 yards away. He was walking faster now almost running. He was in a rush to kill the fuck. At 20 yards, Juan saw him and stepped around the mower with a large wrench in his hand. "Your back again, you old meddling bastard". Charlie thought to himself, not old, just retired. At 10 yards, he pulled out the gun and put two shots in Juan's chest. The force of the bullets drove him over the mower. As Charlie stepped around the mower, Juan tried to move but Charlie put another bullet in the back of his head. Juan would never hit Luis again.

Charlie put the gun back in his waistband and looked around. Nothing! The shots were so silent that two deer about 100 yards away continued to feed. Charlie felt safe. He was amazed, how all those instincts from a decade ago had kicked into gear as if it was yesterday. He mused to himself, it's like riding a bike or making love, you never forget.

As he walked out of the cemetery, he thought about the potential ramifications of what he had just done. He doubted that a small town police force would check the slugs with the FBI data base and discover that they came from a gun used in more than a dozen Mafia hit's a decade ago. The silencer and method of the killing would cause some suspicion but...