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Rick Mason is on a mission, and his mission is the Mafia, the Mafioso, and specifically, the Giaconi Family, one of the most powerful Mafia families to have ever immigrated to the United States. Lucian, the elusive boss of the Giaconi Family, has escaped the authorities for decades. His manipulative means and ruthless ways have allowed him to control any and all he chooses, and the unfortunate souls who dare cross him end up at the bottom of the murky waters of the Muddy Mo; that is, the Mississippi River, and a few have become tasty treats for the hungry alligators that can always be found lurking not far from the city the Giaconi Family calls home; The Big Easy, New Orleans, Louisiana.
When the car of Lucian Giaconi’s son-in-law is pulled from the Mississippi River with no body inside, Rick is determined to find out exactly what happened to the man, and will do whatever it takes to stop the elusive crime boss, “Never Lose Lucian”, once and for all.
Through careful surveillance, Rick discovers that the “weak link” in the Giaconi Family is Lucian’s youngest son, Jeff, who has twice tried and twice failed to leave the family. Rick is determined to get as close to the presumed Underboss as he possibly can.
Rick soon learns that he and Jeff have something in common. They are both gay, and are drawn to each other like moths to a flame. Rick tries to ignore his attraction to Jeff, but wants him too much to not have him.
If Jeff ever discovers that Rick is a federal agent on a mission to bring his family to justice, Rick is certain to be the next tasty treat served to the hungry alligators of the Louisiana Bayou. At All Romance ebooks, 1Romance ebooks, Amazon.
Excerpt:“Shh, keep it down. Don’t make so much noise. You never know who might be out here watching us. You want somebody to hear us? Now, lower it down slowly. How much cement you get in there?” “Plenty.” “There, now push it on down with your foot.”
The two men stood at the edge of the Pauline Street Wharf and watched as the chest made of pure cedar drifted slowly downward into the Mississippi River. “How long you think it’ll take ‘til it’s out in the Gulf?” “About half a day, if it even gets that far.” The two men laughed as they watched the cedar chest disappear from their sight as it was swallowed up by the murky waters of the Mississippi River.
They looked around them. It was just after midnight. They headed back to the warehouse where the Giaconi Cedar Furniture was made. “Lucian will be pleased,” Johnny said. “Yes, yes he will be,” Sammy agreed. Sammy “the snake” Malini and Johnny “JoJo” Galioso had worked for Lucian Giaconi since they were in their teens. They had first worked for the old man, Lucian, Sr., and now they worked for his son, Lucian, Jr. They didn’t think that the son could possibly be more ruthless than the old man, but time had proven them wrong, very wrong.
From his rented room on the top floor of the old hotel, agent Rick Mason had watched the two men submerge the cedar chest. Unfortunately, he had not seen what was in it. Damn, he thought. If only I had access to the warehouse, or knew someone who did.
Rick Mason had been working for years to get close to the Giaconi family, and now he had located the city of its elusive boss. It was New Orleans, not Chicago, as he had once thought. Chicago had been a decoy set up very carefully by the owners of Giaconi Pizza. The two families were connected somehow, but Rick didn’t know exactly how, yet. He suspected that this Lucian Giaconi was the head of both; that they were really just one family, and not two, which was originally suspected among the Feds.
Rick Mason had studied the intricacies of organized crime for years, and he knew very well how their cover-ups worked. The idea was to keep as many layers between the head of the family, the boss, and the actual crimes committed as they possibly could. Let the lowest layer do the dirty work, and it kept the focus off of the top. That way, the family’s business was not disturbed, and could continue uninterrupted.
Rick had also watched Jeff as he walked to his car after leaving the warehouse. He had gotten a good look at him and had also gotten an image of him with his digital equipment especially made for night imaging. “Well, that’s a start,” he said aloud.
Rick took a cab back to his hotel. He hadn’t realized how hot he had gotten until he walked into the much less crowded air conditioned hotel. He opened the door of his room, and quickly locked it behind him. He looked around like he always did. You never knew who might be watching you, or who could be waiting for you. He turned on the shower and took off his clothes, locking his .22 Magnum in the drawer.
The shower felt good. Rick was not accustomed to the heat and humidity that held this city captive. He tilted his head up and let the water hit his face. He let the water push his hair back, and he closed his eyes as the water continued to hit his face. He was so relaxed now that he thought he could fall asleep standing up in the shower.
Suddenly and without warning, Rick felt his body being held and backed up to the back wall of the shower. His eyes flew open and he started to speak. “Wha…?” “Shh. Don’t talk. Just listen.”
Rick’s cell phone rang, and it was Bill. “Excuse me, Jeff. I need to take this. I’ll be in the garage for better reception.” Jeff nodded. Rick went into the garage, closing the door behind him. He sat on the step, and talked to his boss. “Okay, Rick. I went to the casino, and man, things are heating up. Everyone is suspect, and there are members of more than just a couple of the families here. If we can find Jeff before the family does, we can get everybody. I’m going back there, but I’ll be calling you on your cell phone from now on. Can’t take the chance that this place might be bugged.” “Sounds good, Bill. Keep in touch.”
Rick tucked his phone into his pocket and then turned to walk back inside, but was not prepared for what he saw. “Jeff.” “That’s right. You know who I am. Who the fuck are you?” “Jeff, it’s not what you think.” Jeff pushed Rick out of the way, and walked over to the car in the garage. “Thought there wasn’t room in here for your car. Well, this is a two car garage, and there is only one car in here. What gives?”
Rick followed Jeff as he walked to the back of the car. Jeff kicked the license plate that clearly read U.S. Government, making a dent in the middle of the metal. Fear and hatred filled Jeff as he stared at Rick. “You set me up, you bastard. You took advantage of me and my situation.” He lunged at Rick, but Rick moved. Jeff caught himself on the steps. “You bastard, Rick, if that is your real name. Well, I guess you win. Bet your boss had a good laugh when you told him you were fucking the man you were sent to bring back to him. Well, you really got me, didn’t you? You had me right where you wanted me. You had me in your bed.”