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  Dark Justice

  Kristi Belcamino

  Copyright © 2021 by Kristi Belcamino

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  Dark Justice

  Praise for Dark Justice

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Queen of Spades Excerpt

  About the Author

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  Dark Justice

  A ruthless killer intent on wreaking havoc in San Francisco through a series of senseless slayings will do anything to escape detection, including making sure Gia Santella is the one who takes the fall ...

  After years abroad, Gia Santella has finally gone home to San Francisco searching for meaning in a life full of loss.

  As she reconnects with old friends and attempts to carve out a new life for herself, she is unknowingly caught up in the machinations of a killer intent on escaping capture.

  When detectives start digging into her past and ultimately accuse her of murder, Gia finds herself in the fight of her life to not only prove her innocence, but also to stop the slaying of more innocent people.

  Author’s Note: Dark Justice—the 13th book in the USA TODAY Bestselling Gia Santella Crime Thriller series—is a fast-paced, edge-of-your-seat, bestselling thriller with a flawed but big-hearted vigilante heroine who loves nothing better than kicking butt and taking names for those who can't do so themselves. If you like take-charge heroines, fast-paced page turners, and gritty dramas, then you’ll love Kristi Belcamino’s tale of revenge.

  Buy Dark Justice to create your own brand of justice today!

  Order of USA Today Bestselling series:

  Vendetta (formally called City of the Dead)

  Vigilante (formally called Forgotten Island)

  Dark Night of the Soul

  Black Widow

  Day of the Dead

  Border Line

  Night Fall

  Stone Cold

  Cold as Death

  Cold Blooded

  Dark Shadows

  Dark Vengeance

  Dark Justice

  Deadly Justice (October 2021)

  Praise for Dark Justice

  “The best book yet in this series. As bad as Gia can be we still can't help loving her. The characters are immensely captivating. The plot grabs you and holds you in tense and heartfelt events. Gia has good friends who are willing to go that extra mile and she will always return the favor. Highly Recommended.” - Michelle, Advanced Review Team

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  “Explosive, action filled as Gia jumps into another hair raising adventure readers will love to the end.” - Ellen White, Goodreads

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  “Another excellent Gia book! … A great book full of action … Loved it!” - Leslie Whitaker, Goodreads

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  “Gia’s back! Our favorite kick-a$$ heroine does it again! Suspenseful. Entertaining. Fast-paced. My fave author Kristi delivers again!! Major fomo if you don’t grab it quick!” - Brigette Gregory-Slayter

  Prologue

  I was dying for a cigarette.

  But the senator standing before me in his tuxedo droned on about his pancreatitis and how he could only drink top shelf bourbon or he’d end up in the hospital or something.

  Yawn.

  I tried not to be obvious as I glanced over his shoulder at the rest of the chandelier-lit room. The backdrop on four sides was the San Francisco skyline at night—one of my favorite views in the world.

  Although the music at the gala was low and sultry, the clink of Champagne glasses and rustle of silk and taffeta and the murmur of drunken voices made it difficult for me to hear what the senator was saying.

  And that was just fine by me.

  I was sort of zoning out, thinking that maybe instead of a cigarette I could rustle up a joint from one of the cute waiters. I tried to make eye contact with one who looked like he might have some weed on him. He was dressed in the required black button-down shirt and black slacks, but something about him was laissez faire. Maybe it was his hair, longer than the other waiters, or the slight scruff under his lower lip, or the tattoo that snaked around his wrist that gave him such a bad-boy air.

  I caught his eye as he headed to the kitchen with a tray full of empty glasses. He did a double take and then slowly looked me up and down before smiling.

  It made me feel like a pervert.

  Was he even eighteen?

  I knew I didn’t look my age in my black dress and stilettos, but even if I knocked off a few years, I could be his mother.

  I silently sent him a message: I’m not trying to fuck you, I just want your drugs.

  At that point, I became obsessed with getting high to make it through the evening, so I wasn’t really very focused when the senator leaned in and repeated a question I apparently hadn’t heard.

  I backed up. His breath was atrocious.

  Over his shoulder, I saw another VIP making a beeline for me.

  Everyone wanted to talk to me tonight.

  The senator was the fourth dignitary to waylay me.

  For the millionth time, I tried to catch Dante’s eye, but he was deep in conversation with the head of the Chamber of Commerce. Shit. It was all Dante’s fault I was here. He owed me big time.

  My scalp tingled a little bit, and I turned to see Nicoletta Marchese looking at me. She tossed her strawberry blonde hair and gave me a smile before turning away, leaning down toward James’s wheelchair to whisper something in his ear.

  My face burned.

  Obviously, she’d wanted me to see.

  I swallowed back the lump of jealousy. That ship had sailed years ago. He was no longer mine and never would be again. Despite what had happened.

  But he was too good for her.

  There was something about the willowy opera singer that made me wary.

  It wasn’t her fake-as-fuckness. It was something else. Something darker and more sinister.

  Oliver Kingsley Hollingsworth, one of the richest men in San Francisco—and frankly one of the oldest—sidled up to her with his boy toy. Both men were gay, but that didn’t stop the old geezer from caressing Nicoletta’s shiny taffeta-clad ass
as he went in for hugs and cheek kisses. Who knew the old boy was AC/DC?

  Then the boy toy, Charles Wellington, whispered something in Nicoletta’s ear. She laughed and then leaned over and kissed Old Oliver smack dab on the mouth. He gave a gruff laugh but reached out and groped her waist, pressing her up against him. What the fuck?

  Were they propositioning her? Come to think of it, Dante had mentioned Hollingsworth was into some kinky shit. Dude was rich enough to pay for any depraved sex act he wanted. There were some crazy stories about the things he liked to stick his dick into. Whatever. To each their own. I just wondered if James knew what his girlfriend was up to.

  I shook my head. Poor James. His wheelchair had been turned away during the whole encounter. He didn’t have a clue. If that dumb bitch broke his heart, I’d kill her.

  But right now, he wasn’t my problem. And she wasn’t worth my time or energy.

  After tonight, I hoped to never see her again.

  In fact, I hoped to never see 99 percent of the people in the room again. But that was just a pipe dream.

  As a waiter passed, I scooped another glass of champagne off his tray and downed it.

  “Miss Santangelo?”

  Beatrice Stanford, a retired opera singer who liked to regale everyone with stories of her glory days, was at my side.

  “It’s Santella.”

  “Isabella?”

  I gave up.

  “Just call me Gia.”

  She cleared her throat and started over.

  “Miss Gia, where is your partner, Dante?” She was looking over my shoulder. “I thought we had agreed that the salmon canapes wouldn’t contain capers. They keep rolling off onto the floor.”

  She’d been on the board for the gala, but as far as I knew hadn’t done a damn thing except give her opinion about everything and anything.

  I shifted to look past her. Sure enough, there were little green balls on the carpet. Oops.

  “Not sure,” I said. “But I don’t think Dante was in charge of the food, was he?”

  I plastered a smile on my face.

  As I looked over her shoulder, I made eye contact with the mayor. He was heading my way, trying to make his way through the crowd.

  Shit.

  The mayor had a hot nut for me since we met. We’d been on one date. It was fine. Not even a kiss goodnight. It was for the best.

  In the old days, I would’ve fucked him in a heartbeat. But now, he made me want to run far and fast away. He was good looking, intelligent, powerful, compassionate, and funny.

  In other words, dangerous as fuck.

  “Excuse me!” I said to Beatrice Stanford and fled toward the kitchen.

  I rushed through the swinging double doors and let out a huge over-the-top sigh.

  The staff, a cook, and a few waiters looked started.

  “Sorry,” I said, looking for the dark-haired waiter.

  He was in the back, slouched against the wall near two other waiters. They were smoking vapes. I knew what was inside the cartridges. My instincts had been right.

  I pointed my finger at him and crooked it.

  He pushed himself off the wall, and his friends shoved him and made snide comments.

  When he got in front of me, he gave me a cocky grin.

  To my surprise, he was taller than me. And even better looking close up. He exuded an animalistic sensuality. His eyes bored through me.

  “At your service, Ms. Santella.”

  I was a little surprised he knew who I was, but didn’t say anything.

  Instead, I met his eyes. He licked his lips. I stared at his lips. Fuck. He was a baby. How could I look at him that way? I quickly looked away.

  “I need your vape.”

  He grinned. “Oh yeah?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Well, I only brought enough to get me and my boys through this night. It’s all gone.”

  Oh, he was a cocky one, wasn’t he?

  “I’ll make it worth your while,” I said, my eyes narrowing.

  “How you gonna do that?” he said, and his eyes roamed my body. “I don’t need your money.”

  “You like your job here?” I cocked my head.

  He frowned.

  Shit. I’d pissed him off.

  “Listen. I’m just asking for a favor here. If you could hook me up with something to get me through this god-awful night, I’d appreciate it. I’d owe you. I’d owe you a favor. I don’t give favors lightly.”

  “Is it that bad out there?” he said, jutting his chin toward the ball room.

  I sighed. “What do you think? I’ve got a bunch of rich fucks who think because they paid a small fortune to be here they get to tell me about their fucking bunions and stomach ulcers. Normally I would tell them to fuck off, but since I’m on the board…and it’s for a good cause.” I paused. “I have to at least be polite. It’s killing me.”

  He nodded.

  “I need to go get my stash. It’s in the car. Meet me on the roof in fifteen minutes.”

  The last time I’d arranged to meet someone on the roof, I’d arrived to find him dead.

  “Fine,” I said reluctantly.

  I watched him go and, despite myself, admired his long, lean body and his muscled forearms. At the last minute, he turned and caught me checking him out. My cheeks grew hot. I felt like a fucking pervert. Ugh.

  As soon as I stepped out of the kitchen, I saw Dante across the room.

  He was talking to James.

  That’s when I had to admit to myself the real reason I wanted to be drunk and high. I didn’t want to face James.

  Not after what had happened.

  On the plane back to San Francisco from Indonesia two weeks ago, I had thought about all the people I loved who I might see again. When I thought of James, I felt a warm, nostalgic bond. I had thought my feelings for him were gone. After all, we had broken up so very long ago. He had a new life with a wife and kids.

  I would always love him, but it would no longer hurt to see him.

  Oh, how wrong I had been.

  I had been away a long time. And a lot had changed.

  He was now a widower. And someone’s boyfriend.

  Now, seeing him talking to Dante was like a knife in the heart.

  Again.

  I was regressing. Both men stopped talking and looked over at me. My heart stuttered. Then they said something and laughed.

  I heard a voice say, “Gia Santella! There you are. I’ve been looking for you for the past hour.”

  Of course, he had.

  It was another dude from the gala board who always stared at my tits.

  But instead of wanting to run away, I now felt relief.

  I turned and gave him a brilliant smile, turning toward him and placing him in front of me so he blocked my view of Dante and James.

  The last thing I saw before his big head took over everything was Nicoletta in her white dress with the ugly-ass mermaid tail hem sidling up to James and putting a protective hand on the back of his wheelchair. She was staring at me with a smug fucking look the entire time.

  Time to bail.

  “Excuse me,” I said. “I have to use the ladies room.” I headed for the exit.

  “Wait,” I heard him say behind me. “The restrooms are the other way.”

  But then I slipped outside and opened the door to the stairs with my employee key card.

  At the top of the stairs, the door to the roof was propped open. As I neared it, the first thing I saw was a midnight blue sky full of twinkling stars—a rare sight in San Francisco, which often had a glowing, orange night sky.

  I stepped out and inhaled deeply. The air smelled like a combination of salt from the ocean breeze and the fresh greenness of forest, maybe blown over from Marin County.

  Suddenly the waiter was in front of me.

  Thank God. I was done with finding dead bodies for a lifetime.

  He grabbed me and kissed me, pressing me back against the wall. I planted my palms on his ch
est and pushed him away. Hard. He was lucky I didn’t demolish his balls with my knee.

  “What the fuck?” I said.

  “I saw the way you looked at me.”

  “You’re just a kid,” I said, not denying his words.

  “I’m twenty-three.”

  “Like I said, ‘a kid.’” But he was older than I’d thought. He actually couldn’t be my son. Thank god. I’d been feeling like a pervert for the way I looked at him earlier.

  “You’re so sexy,” he said, his hands on my waist, drawing me closer. “Let me show you how sexy I think you are.”

  “Where’s your vape? I asked. But inwardly I groaned. His lower body pressed against mine, and I could feel his hardness and it made any resolve I had melt away.

  I hadn’t had sex for a long time. Since Ryder in Barcelona. That seemed like a lifetime ago. And before that, when Nico was still alive but in the care home, I went without sex for years. It was ridiculous. Sex was healthy.

  I loved sex. I wanted sex. Once upon a time, I didn’t even think twice about having sex with a stranger. In fact, I took pride in it.

  We took turns smoking his vape. It was some damn good weed. Top notch stuff.

  He handed me a joint. “You can have this for later. To remember me.”

  Aw, he was cute.

  He leaned back toward me, his face before mine, his eyes trained on my mouth. Then his lips were on my neck.