Fedelta Parte 25: Forget Me Not

Fedelta Part 25
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Cassie waited impatiently in the corner booth of Carmelita’s for Stephano.  Tapping her red nails on the table’s black, laminate veneer, she wondered what was the angle?  Either he had talked to his boss, or he didn’t want his wife Destiny, hearing what he had to say.  Perhaps it was a little of both?  Turning her head towards the window, she watched people passing by the restaurant, when finally she saw him.  Dressed in a long wool coat,  with his face barely peeking out from his black fedora was Stephano Rimaldi.  Flanked by his two bodyguards, he walked into the restaurant and was greeted instantly by a server who took his coat and hat then, carefully placed them on the coat rack in the corner.  Stephano looked over his should at one of his men and without fumbling, the man pulled out a fifty dollar bill and tipped the server.  Having made his day, the server smiled and said, “If you need anything Mr. Rimaldi, just give me a holler.”

“Just get me my usual.” Stephano replied.  Then without a word the young man ran off to the back to get his order.  Meanwhile Cassie, watched his entre and was not impressed at all.  Quietly ignoring him, she continued to sip her caramel macchiato, and only when he sat down did she even bother looking up.  Placing her cup on the saucer Cassie asked, “Why the change of heart Stephano?”  Shrugging his shoulders he answered, “Guess I’m just sentimental.”  She could see he was lying.  His boss got to him.

Playing the game, Cassie pretended to be sentimental too.  She forced her facial features from resting bitch face, to a more softer, gentler, look.  “We did have some good times back in the day,” she sighed as she looked around the room.  Smiling at her Stephano said, “Yeah, what I wouldn’t do for simpler times.”

“Simple?  I was the one who had to sneak around my father’s house like a crook.”

“Hey my parents weren’t so keen on you either.  I had to keep a lot of secrets from my father too.”
Intrigued Cassie asked, “Why am I just hearing about this?”

“Cuz, it didn’t matter to me, I would’ve walk on hot coals just to see you.”

“I was crazy about you too, ya know.”

“So what the hell happened to us?” Stephano asked.

“John happened that’s what.” Cassie said in an accusatory manner.

An uncomfortable silence lingered over them as the room buzzed with activity all around them.

Playing it safe, Cassie stuck to her original plan and just pitched the deal.  “The Cosimos are getting sloppy and right now a few of their gas stations are unprotected.  It would be a shame if someone absconded with those properties.”

“Okay, I’m listening,” he answered.

“Hey, I don’t anything for free.”

Laughing Stephano remarked, “I remember!  So what’s this gonna cost me?”

“40% of the loot.”

“That’s steep!”

“I know a guy who’s interested in selling some info,”  Cassie said.

“What kind of info?”

“Blue prints, names, and shifts of the soldiers in charge.”

“You’re talking about a takeover, that could start a war.” Stephano said rather uncomfortable.

“Yeah, it could but if the right person did the takeover, there’d be no worries.”

“God I miss you Cassandra but I don’t trust you.  Not anymore.  You’ve been talking to that FBI stronzo (asshole) and if you recall, that ruined both our lives.”

“Both of us?  As I recall you married a model and got a nice cushy, brownstone in Brooklyn while I was the one with the bullet in her head.”

“Yeah, and it didn’t teach you anything.”  He said looking over his shoulder when he heard the sound of cups clanking.  As the server approached the table, Stephano smiled and accepted his overpriced Illycaffè, placing it on the table in front of him.

“Anything else?”  The server asked.

“No, I’m good.” Stephano answered.  When the server left, Stephano leaned in, looking Cassie right in the eye and said, “If you were smart, you’d stop worrying about business and start…”

“What, get back in line?  Too late for that ain’t it?”  Cassie said then chuckled a bit.
“Well I hate to see anything else happen to you Cassandra.” Stephano warned her.

“How sweet,” Cassie said coldly.  Looking at the blank expression on her face, sensing her tone had changed from curiosity to heartless, Stephano asked, “Jesus, what happened to you?”

“A lot.” She said taking another sip of her macchiato.  “You know as I lay dying on the floor, I had a revelation.  I realized I had to trade in my tiara for the crown.”

Laughing rather nervously, Stephano said, “Come on, you’re talking crazy.”  When she didn’t react, he became intrigued, “So what, you’ve been playin’ everybody?”

“Are you in?” she insisted.

He sat in silence and began gulping his fancy coffee drink while Cassie looked on in anticipation.  “Okay, Meryl Streep, I’m in but if anything goes sideways, you’re gonna wished you’d bled out on Mira’s (Café) floor.”

So it was set, Cassie had an out but now she had to make plans for an ugly showdown.  Getting up from her seat, she walked out of the restaurant a free woman but for how long?  Flagging a cab down, she began the journey back home to her stronzo, Amato.

 

Author Bio:
Rachel Rueben is author of the bestselling YA novel Hag and The Eternal Bond Series both available on Wattpad. To keep up with Rachel, you can sign up for her frighteningly entertaining newsletter here.

Dellani Oakes Is Back With Book 3 of The Lone Wolf Series: The Maker

THe Maker
The Maker By Dellani Oakes

If anyone had asked Wil VanLipsig where he’d be in five years, he surely wouldn’t have said he’d be fighting the ultimate evil on an unknown planet in a lost galaxy. Fighting a war, probably. Killing off insurgents, righting political wrongs, following another man’s agenda, decidedly. Funny how life throws things in our paths that we must overcome. Wil is no different. With the help of his wife, Matilda, their good friends and benevolent aliens, they battle the Kahlea’s slaves, wondering when the Grand Master himself will arrive. What’s next for this tiny, insignificant oddment of miners and marines? Travel to the forgotten world of Shakazan and find out!

The Maker is Book Three in the Lone Wolf Series, with more to come. The story is far from being told.

 

Wil dragged Matilda back down the tunnel. Roaring, Surau rushed them from the rear. Ben and Marc took shots at him, but they didn’t have time to aim carefully. The shots went wild, zinging around the tunnel dangerously. They holstered their weapons and provided a meat shield for Matilda. Wil ran, dragging her down the tunnel.

They encountered nothing until they got to the first junction, where the metal passage intersected with the stone tunnels. Instead of being empty as it had been, they found themselves facing tall, dark humanoids. These carried lethal looking spears and didn’t appear angry, just startled. Raising their spears threateningly, the dark men charged the group.

Finding the way blocked, the unlucky humans veered off down the metal passage, footsteps echoing hollowly as they ran. Matilda tripped over her skirt, as it wrapped around her legs. Taking one set of claws, she slashed a portion of it away, freeing her feet to run more efficiently. Wil’s grip on her arm was painful, bruising her skin, leaving her muscles feeling numb. She did her best to keep up, but his legs were far longer than hers, his stamina greater. The passage grew increasingly dim as they went further in. They had never been so far from Sentience and her repaired networks before. They initiated their Kindred suits as the air around them thinned and grew stale.

The dark men surged down the tunnel after them, their numbers overwhelming. Ben and Marc formed a wall, with Wil directly behind them. He tried to contact the ship to teleport them out, but there was too much interference. Backing slowly as the men advanced, Marc picked off two with carefully aimed shots. Ben joined him, taking out a couple more. Their weapons were set to stun, but to the dark men, their comrades appeared to be dead.

Instead of stopping, the men grew more determined, advancing rapidly. As one, they suddenly lunged forward, making a grab for the small, retreating party of humans. One grabbed Marc, who crushed the dark man’s skull with a blow from his gun butt.

Another held Ben, who summarily broke his arm, yanking it from the socket. The dark man screamed in pain as Ben’s blow to his head killed him. Wil kicked a third in the teeth, before aiming down the tunnel, targeting the leader. His kill shot was true.

The dark men stopped advancing as their leader’s head exploded. With a mighty roar, they made a last, monumental attempt to grapple with the humans. Wil pressed his wife behind him, trying again to contact the ship. There was a crackle of static and a faint acknowledgment from Hammer.

“Smith, get us the hell out of here!” Wil roared into his com.

The dark men gathered their dwindling numbers, preparing for a final assault. Growling angrily, they reformed their ranks around the fallen, glaring at the humans with hatred.

Wil shouted to his wife, “Run, Matilda! We’ll catch up to you! Run! Run!”

Matilda hesitated a moment. The passageway was dark, she could feel it surround her. Even the Kindred suit couldn’t compensate for the complete lack of light. Her nightmares came back, freezing her in place.

“Wil, I can’t! I can’t see a thing! Oh, God, Wil, I’m so scared!”

“Babe, it’s okay. Hammer has us. He’ll get us out of here. Please, keep going a little longer.”

Hesitantly, she picked her way along, the floor sagging beneath her feet. The ceiling was partially collapsed, filled with so much rubble, she had to stoop to move. The others were engaged in combat, she could hear it. All her instincts screamed at her to go back, to fight beside her mate.

Wil’s voice echoed down the passage, “Run!”

One of the dark men broke through their line, scrabbling over the stones, nearly on top of her. Matilda knew Wil was aiming at him. Flattening herself against the wall, she pressed back as far as she could.

“Now!” she screamed. “You have a clear shot!”

The weapon fired as she ducked, turning further away, sensing the electromagnetic pulse from Wil’s gun, hit the dark man in the back, hurling him toward her. She tried to dodge him, but a hand shot out from his dying body, clutching at her flowing dress, dragging her with him. The floor collapsed beneath their combined weight. The man fell like an anchor into the nothingness below her. Kicking wildly, Matilda struggled for a hand hold, screaming hysterically.

Wil heard her scream, felt the give in the floor and ran full speed down the passage. The ceiling collided with this forehead, the sides of the passage snagged his clothing. “I’m coming! I’m coming! Hang on!”

“Wil! Oh, Wil! I’m falling! Wil!” A scream ripped from her throat, fading away as she fell.

Wil reached for her a second too late. He saw her dropping into the bottomless pit. His cry of despair turned into a howl of grief. A moment later, the men found themselves on the bridge of Hammer. Matilda wasn’t with them. Wil lay on the floor, still as death.

“Oh, God,” he whispered. “Oh, God! No!”

 

Dellani Oakes is a Tennessean by birth, a Floridian by a quirk of fate. She resides in a town south of Daytona Beach where her constantly changing household usually has at least one grown child in it. Dellani loves science fiction and grew up reading the greats. She always felt something was missing from their story lines—a little romance. Taking that idea to heart, she began her Lone Wolf Series, incorporating all she loved about sci-fi, but adding a strong romantic bond between Wil and Matilda.

The Maker is available for preorder for 99 cents at Amazon (Not an affiliate link). Check out the other books in the Lone Wolf Series on Dellani’s Amazon page.

Bio: Dellani is an avid writer, but when she’s not writing, she’s reading anything she can get her hands on. She leads a small writers group through the Council on Aging, enjoying her time away from home. She also hosts two blog talk radio shows a month, Dellani’s Tea Time – Every 2nd Monday of the month, and What’s Write for Me – every 4th Wednesday. She and her co-host, Christina Giguere, interview other authors.

Fedelta Parte 24: The House That Destiny Built

Fedelta 24
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Cassandra Fenetti waited for Stephano’s driver around the corner from the VFW.  No one knew that she was even missing yet but it would only be a matter of time before Amato started asking questions.  If he knew that she was meeting her ex, Stephano Rimaldi, he would never trust her again which is why this all had to be done on the D.L..  In less than 15 minutes, a black Cadillac Escalade, appeared from the northbound lane of 33rd street.  The 60 year old chauffeur pulled over next to the curb and emerged from the driver’s seat dressed in a black wool coat and matching driver’s hat.  Stephano made all his employees wear uniforms because he liked showing off his wealth.  It was what she liked so much about him.  He had charisma, and it was obvious that the Alunni would be calling him boss one day.

As the driver walked over to her side of the car, he opened the back, passenger door, “Madame,” he said tipping his hat.  Cassie nodded her head in acknowledgement and smiled while climbing inside the nice and warm Cadillac.  As the driver headed back into the vehicle, she saw a glimpse of her reflection in the rearview mirror and was horrified at the image reflected back at her.  The last time she saw Stephano, she was dumping him for Amato.  Back then her hair wasn’t uneven from brain surgery.  Doing her best she tried to hide the mess with her knit cap but she felt people could still tell.  Surveying the damage, she took out her compact, and immediately zeroed in on the scar on her face from when she fell head first on the floor when her brother Dominic shot her.

Her ego told her that it was a mistake to go to Stephano looking this way but her authentic self, told her to hell with her looks.  She had no interest in Stephano and he most likely had none in the woman who kicked him to curb.  Besides, she heard he married some wannabe model with fake hair and even faker assets only six months after the breakup.  What was that woman’s name?.. Denise, Debbie…no, she thought to herself it was a stripper name.  Cinnamon, Daisy, no it was Destiny…Destiny Van Holsten.  The thought that someone would name their kid something so stupid made her giggle.  It was almost as if that poor girl was doomed to work the pole.  Near to laughing out loud, Cassie had to cover her mouth as she desperately tried to regain her composure.  Thank God the driver was too busy watching the road to see her.

Remembering their tumultuous affair, she recalled her father forbidding her to see him.  He was the enemy after all and therefore the Anti-Christ in his eyes.  However Cassie never took her dad’s advice especially, when it came to matters of the heart and this was no exception.  If it had been up to him she would’ve been locked up in a nunnery somewhere in Timbuktu.  It was a miracle he never caught her sneaking out late at night let alone, sneaking back into the house during the wee hours of the morning.  Caressing the seat’s leather armrest, she smiled at the memories this trip was conjuring up.  What a shame, so many good times lost and for what?  A fake fiancé who turned her life upside down once, with his untimely death and then again, with his recent resurrection.  What was she doing this for?  Here was a prime opportunity for her to return to her old life with no repercussions.  She had avenged her father, and Dom was dead, so there was no reason to play this good Samaritan role anymore.  Besides, Amato was too complicated for her tastes.  She liked her men simple and easy to deal with and Amato would never be either.  Plus he had secrets, and she was certain that there were more to come.

“Who are you Amato?” she asked looking out of the window.  Cassie realized she couldn’t risk anymore for him and was going to level the playing field while securing her position.  Just as she got lost in her thoughts, the car came to a stop and the driver got out.  Recognizing the old brownstone, she almost felt a sense of relief.   Suddenly a man appeared, it was one of Stephano’s bodyguards.  He motioned for her to follow him which she did, right into the house and into the foyer.  A butler took her coat and offered her a seat in a nicely plush, white, suede chair.  Thanking the man, she looked around the room.  Stephano or his wife had redecorated the house, with a white and gold theme.  “Would you like a beverage Ma’am?” the butler asked.  She requested a gin and tonic since she never got to finish the one she had at the VFW.

As the butler mixed her drink at the small drink cart in the corner, Cassie looked at the oddly familiar room and figured the décor was definitely gaudy, nouveau riche.  It had to be Destiny’s idea, Stephano most likely just signed off.  She saw several pathetic knock offs of Bellagio’s Venus and Caravaggio’s Bacchus adorning the very white walls and even though they were knock offs, she could tell they were expensive.  The canvases were nice and the framing was ornate.  Again this woman’s tastes made Cassie laugh because if she were going to try and pass off a fake portrait, she would have chosen lesser known work.

What was she doing?  Cassie thought as she caught herself comparing herself to Destiny.  How low could her self-esteem be that she was judging the wife of an ex-boyfriend?  Cassie realized she had to stop and get into a serious frame of mind, if she didn’t this was never going to work.  Just as she was pulling herself together, Stefano entered the room wearing his trademark steel blue Versace suit.  “Hey Cassandra, what can I do ya for?”  Before she could answer, the butler handed her a glass of gin.  Taking a chair across from her, Cassie began with an apology.  As she was apologizing, a woman walked through the door, tall, thin, and very blonde.  With her were several shopping bags, clutched in her newly manicured hands.  Sauntering into the salon, Stephano’s eyes lit up as she gave him a kiss.  “Destiny, glad you’re here, I want you to meet my old high school sweetheart, Cassandra Fenetti.  She’s the one I told ya about.”

Cassie shook her hand and asked rather annoyed, “What did he tell you?”

“Ah nothing, just that you just broke his heart.”  She answered rather nonchalantly.

“You gotta be kidding me,” Cassie said then chuckled, however, no one was laughing along with her.  “Oh,” she said somberly, “Well everything turned out alright for you two.” She said trying to put a positive spin on things.  Destiny immediately smiled and looked at Stephano, “She’s right, I should be grateful that relationship didn’t work out.”  Stefano returned the smile and asked, “Cassandra what brings you here?”  Immediately, Cassie looked up at Destiny and said, “It’s personal.”  Taking the hint, Destiny shrugged her shoulders and said, “I guess I’ll go find something to do.”  Smiling as she left the room, she made direct eye contact with Stefano and he smiled back, unable to take his eyes off her.  It was cute Cassie thought, cute, but annoying.  As they were playing love struck teenagers, she took out a pack of smokes.

When she was out of earshot, Cassie continued, “I have a deal to make.”  Immediately, Stephano chuckled, “What?  You got some nerve…”

“The Cosimo’s gas stations, there’s gonna be a takeover”

“So what?  What does that have to do with me?”

“Millions are about to go up in smoke,” she said as she lit a cigarette.

A flash of anger crossed his face and then he looked down at the floor as though he were conflicted.   Carefully she hit all the right tunes, “Look, I want to help you, why look a gift horse in the mouth?”

“Cuz, you’re one of them,” he answered.

“Yeah, I’m one of them who went out her way to take them down.  I gave up my brother, my fiancé and know what?  I ain’t done.”

Rising up from his chair, he said forcefully, “Get out!”

Standing up, Cassie met him, eye to eye and placed a piece of paper in his jacket pocket then she whispered as smoke slowly poured from her lips, “Just in case you change your mind.”

He snorted, and then looked away again.  He was struggling again, he wanted to say something but was fighting the urge.  When he met her gaze again, he pointed to the door.

Without a sound she walked over to the butler who handed her, her coat.  As Cassie slid it on, she noticed what appeared to be Destiny peeking from around the hallway.  Pretending she didn’t notice her, Cassie took her leave and quietly walked out the front door.

However, instead of taking off in a huff, Cassie decided to get reacquainted with the old neighborhood and walked to a coffee shop at the corner where she and Stefano used to meet.  Taking one last drag from her cigarette, she dropped it to the ground and extinguished it with her shoe.  With purpose she walked over to a dark, corner booth in the back in that booth they would make their plans for a better life outside the business.  It was bitter sweet, to know neither one of them would ever completely escape this life.  But it had to be done, just one more job and she would walk away Cassie told herself.  However she knew this wasn’t true, something or someone would always pull her back.  As her thoughts got dark, the phone in her purse rang and looking at the I.D. on the screen, she saw it was none other than Stephano.

Author Bio:
Rachel Rueben is author of the bestselling YA novel Hag and The Eternal Bond Series both available on Wattpad. To keep up with Rachel, you can sign up for her frighteningly entertaining newsletter here.

 

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Cassandra Fenetti waited for Stephano’s driver around the corner from the VFW.  No one knew that she was even missing yet but it would only be a matter of time before Amato started asking questions.  If he knew that she was meeting her ex, Stephano Rimaldi, he would never trust her again which is why this all had to be done on the D.L..  In less than 15 minutes, a black Cadillac Escalade, appeared from the northbound lane of 33rd street.  The 60 year old chauffeur pulled over next to the curb and emerged from the driver’s seat dressed in a black wool coat and matching driver’s hat.  Stephano made all his employees wear uniforms because he liked showing off his wealth.  It was what she liked so much about him.  He had charisma, and it was obvious that the Alunni would be calling him boss one day.

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Fedelta Parte 23: Duplicity

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“I think I found it!” Amato said with a gleam in his eyes. “That’s what you said three hours ago, what makes you think ya got it now?” Jimmy said rather annoyed. Pointing to a newspaper article, he said, “You remember that D.A. Ariana Del Fino?”

“Do I?” Jimmy answered rather excited, “How do you forget the first female District Attorney? And more importantly, how do you forget that a…” he paused, forgetting there was a lady in the room. Clearing his throat, he simplified his answer to, “Yes, yes, I do.”

Cracking a smile, Cassie watched as these two apes tried to piece together a mystery of who put the hit out on Amato. Leaning back in his chair Amato said, “She was the D.A. that put Charlie Albero and several other of the Cosmios away but look at this here,” he said pointing to a copy of the trial records, “His conviction was reversed when it discovered the D.A. was busted in a corruption sting two years later.” Not getting it, Jimmy said, “What the hell does that have to do with anything?”

“She was taking money on the sly from the Alunni,” Cassie chirped up. Surprised, Jimmy asked, “How you know?”
“Who else hates the Cosimos so much and have the pockets deep enough to bribe a D.A.?” Cassie responded. Both men nodded their heads in agreement and looked at each other in awe at her insider information. “They’re moving in for the kill, and think you’re on the payroll,” Jimmy concluded tilting his glass of scotch directly at Amato. “If they think you’re one of them, the Cosimos prawbably went with it to scare ‘em.” Jimmy chuckled then he looked directly at Amato and exclaimed, “Damn’, you must be real good at your job, brotha.”

Not knowing whether to smile or cuss, Amato sat in his rickety barroom chair silent. Meanwhile, Cassie attested, “He’s one of the best” then took a sip of her gin.

Seeing this was serious, Jimmy exclaims, “So whadda we do?”
“I don’t know, what do we do Cassie?” he asked with serious stare.
Playing it cool, Cassie responded, “Well you can spend the rest of your life on the run or you can use this to your favor. Play them against each other. Offer your services to the Alunnis.”
“How?” Jimmy asked.
“I know of a racket that a few of the Cosimos are involved in, that would be catastrophic if the wrong people got word of it.”
“Which one?” asked Amato.
“The gas stations,” she said then smiled devilishly.
“Ooh, that’s gonna hurt,” Jimmy laughed at the fiendish idea.

Amato liked what he heard and knew that the Cosmios would lose millions of dollars if they lost their gas stations. You see, like most of their businesses, they were just fronts for other things like drug dealing, prostitution, and gambling. It wasn’t unusual for one family to infringe on another’s territory especially if it was lucrative. But he had only one question, “How?”

“We do a little fronting ourselves,” Cassie explained, “Rattle the Cosimos a little bit and make them believe it’s the Alunni. That’ll start a war and…”
“Then roll in and offer our assistance,” Amato finished the thought.
“Playin’ them against each other, it’s friggin’ brilliant!” Jimmy said. “And once we’re inside, we can get all the intel we need.”

So it was settled, they would begin operation: Reconquest but first, they had to plan their strategy and while they did that, Cassie excused herself, and went outside for a cigarette. Once she was safe from prying eyes and ears, she made a phone call to an old boyfriend Stephano Rimaldi, consigliere to the boss of the Alunni.

Author Bio:
Rachel Rueben is author of the bestselling YA novel Hag and The Eternal Bond Series both available on Wattpad. To keep up with Rachel, you can sign up for her frighteningly entertaining newsletter here.

What Inspired The Story? — Cereal Authors

What inspired the story, The Greenlee Project? I was asked that recently, authors are asked that question frequently about their work. Since this book is important to me, personally, and I believe in the topic, I thought I’d share in detail my inspiration for the book. Writing this piece took me to a dark place, […]

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Fedelta Parte 22: Our Better Angels

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The halls of the VFW buzzed with activity as old men sprung to life coming and going while they rearranged the room.  “Bring in that chalkboard!” ordered a man pointing the way with his cane.  A door opened and a beam of angelic light pierced the dark room, making everyone in the room pause to look.  Seeing it was just Jimmy, they went straight back to work.  “Guess they thought it was the Grim Reaper” joked Amato.  His audience however was not appreciative.  Sitting right across from him was Cassandra Fenetti, the woman he bailed on less than twelve hours prior.  This was his third old geezer joke and like all the others before, all he got was a dead-eye stare.

“Okay Cassie, lay into me.  You know you’ve been wanting to.”  Again, all he got was silence and a stare.  “Go on, tell me I’m a punk ass or a p*ssy, I can take it but know this, I did it all for you.”

Rolling her eyes at the pathetic attempt, Cassie answered, “You did it because you thought you could take on the Feds by yourself.  Just like you thought you could take on the Cosimos, by yourself.  This martyrdom act is gettin’ old John, I thought we were in this together.”

“Cassie, if I can do something dangerous without you, I will.  If you’re waiting for an apology, then keep waitin’ sister.”

Cassandra didn’t like his tone, and in response she reminded him, “I don’t know if you’ve noticed but you don’t run shit around here!  You sure as hell don’t…”

 

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Author Bio:
Rachel Rueben is author of the bestselling YA novel Hag and The Eternal Bond Series both available on Wattpad. To keep up with Rachel, you can sign up for her frighteningly entertaining newsletter here.

Fedelta Parte 21: Grumpy Old Men

Fedelta Part 21

 

As the bitterly cold wind blew snow in his face, Amato had to squint just to find the door of the VFW.  With a gloved hand he knocked, and within a few seconds a large man answered, looking Amato up and down, not impressed, he began to close the door in Amato’s face.  Flashing his new badge, the bouncer jerked the door right back open.  And without a word, the man nods his head for Amato to follow which he does.  In silence they navigate the dimly lit, poorly decorated building, past the billiard room, and into the bar, the bouncer leads him to table in a private area.  Again without saying a word, the bouncer holds his finger up as though telling him to wait.  Obeying, Amato stands next to this table until the man disappears down a hall, leaving him alone.

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