The Betrayal Of Sid

By Aaron Majewski

Written in the classic film noir style, this is a darkly erotic tale of sex, lust, power corrupted, a lesbian love tryst threatened by the rage of a jilted master criminal, and the betrayal of a man they hoped to count upon.
1940's Chicago is no place for a pair of lesbian lover's, and when one of them is an ex-girlfriend of the newly risen head of the crime syndicate, watch out! Only the city's greatest detective (self proclaimed and otherwise), can save them.
With the homophobic Sid Balajarski on the case, surely everything will work out for the best; at least until an act of greatest betrayal places their hopes and dreams in its greatest jeopardy...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Aaron Majewski
• Release date: Feb 6, 2011
• ISBN: 9781458104984

Aaron Majewski

Author, screenwriter and playwright

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The Betrayal Of Sid

By Aaron Majewski

Copyright 2011

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WARNING: The follow contains strong content of an adult nature.

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THE BETRAYAL OF SID

The sun was just beginning to set, sending red bloody rays over the downtown office buildings.

‘June 6th 1941. It was hot, too hot. I knew in this heat nothing truly interesting was goanna happen, at least nothing I’d get paid to handle,’ Sid thought to himself, mentally composing tonight’s diary entry. A diary he kept religiously as he always planned ahead and the diaries would form the backbone of the memoir he would compose once he was retired, somewhere in a nice little country without an extradition treaty.

The office was typical of its breed. So was Chicago’s greatest detective, both self-proclaimed and otherwise. He had his feet up on his desk, leaning far back on his swivel chair. His trench coat and hat hung on a stand in one corner, a long barreled very large caliber compensating firearm, prominently visible impracticablely seated in his shoulder holster. A cigar sent curls of dark smoke towards the ceiling, set across an ashtray on the desk so the ash dripped onto his scarred battered oak instead of the glass ashtray; but he didn’t care.

Sid Balajarski, forty-four years old and as hard-boiled and cynical as they came, had a glass of whiskey in his hand; a bottle on the floor within his easy reach but set where clients wouldn’t see it. He aimed for the tits as he idly tossed darts at a playboy pinup taped to his dartboard.

He had nothing else to occupy his time, or his mind. ‘According to our agreement when I’d hired her, my secretary gave me two blowjobs a week, it was Saturday…I had to wait till Sunday to get it again. There was nothing else to do, I thought about slipping