Fedelta Parte 5: Daddy’s Girl

Fedelta Part 5

 

Take one dead man and one marked woman and you have Fedelta Parte 5: Read, comment, share.

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Fedelta Parte 4: Making Deals With The Devil You Know

 

Fedelta Part 4

 

Check out the latest in the Fedelta saga: Making Deals with the Devil You Know. Fedelta Parte 4.  The first few chapters appeared on Wattpad as well as Cereal Authors.

I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.

Fedelta Parte 3: A Resurrection Of Sorts

Fedelta Part 3 -

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Fedeltà Parte 3

By Rachel Rueben

As Cassandra made her way to her seat in first class, she was stopped by a man towering in the aisle.  Flashing his badge he announced, “U.S. Sky Marshal,” while grabbing her free arm, “Ma’am, I’m afraid you’ll have to come with me” he said rather coldly. And just liked that, it was over.  She hadn’t even gotten out of New York.  Frozen, Cassie stood there in the aisle stunned they had found her so quickly.  Quietly, she made an about-face, not wanting to make a scene.  She would face her death with dignity, she owed her family that.

When they got to the terminal, she was taken to an empty V.I.P. lounge and cuffed to a chair.  It was clear, she was going to have to face the consequence of killing Armand.  Even in death he was throwing his weight around.  The memory…

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Fedelta Parte 2: Escape

Fedelta Part 2

Love mobsters and cops? Then check out “Fedelta Parte 2” my latest serial crime novel on the Cereal Author’s blog.

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In the last episode Cassandra Fenetti killed mob boss Armand Amatorè in retaliation for the murder of her father.  Now a marked woman, Cassie has to figure out the next move before the Cosimo family hunts her down. 

With her hands still shaking, Cassandra packed her bags in a frenzy, throwing whatever she could grab into the totes.  As she was zipping up, her cell rang, causing her heart to stop.  Instead of answering it, she just threw it into the waste basket next to her dresser.  It had a GPS and she couldn’t risk answering, let alone, taking it with her.  Exiting the hotel, she looked at her car and remembered that too had a GPS as well.  Without a car, she couldn’t go anywhere fast and without a phone, she couldn’t even call a cab.  Biting her lip, she fought back tears realizing just how royally screwed she…

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