Frankie Blanco

By Brooklyn June L.J. Miller

The story opens up with Frankie Blanco being beaten by a gun toting thug who wants him to give the combination to his safe so he can take his money. Blanco foils the robbery by the skin of his teeth and is hell bent on getting revenge on the people who set him up. Immediately after the robbery, Blanco suspects an Italian mobster had a hand in the botched robbery and pays him a visit. Once he's satisfied his hunch is right, he kills him with no remorse.
Blanco returns home to find his beautiful spoiled rotten daughter Rachel home from school because of a suspension. While home she hopes she can spend time with her father but Blanco is too busy with seeking revenge and doesn't want to involve her but promises he will spend time when it's all over. Blanco knows he's been neglecting his daughter and realizes all the money, clothes and jewelry could not replace the lost time and plans on turning his drug empire over to his protégé Nico.
Nico runs the drug operation in Brooklyn's Lafayette Gardens project houses. Nico lucked up with his position because Frankie Blanco took special interest in him. Nico was taken under his wing, paid a hefty salary no matter how much product was moved daily and personally trained by Blanco on how the business actually operated inside and out. Blanco never told Nico he was grooming him to take over his business and Nico was too slow to recognize that fact. Instead Nico wanted to be his own boss and get out from under Blanco's shadow. When an opportunity presents itself, Nico jumps on it and plans to leave Blanco and start his own operation. The problem is, he wants to do it in Lafayette Gardens and that will cause a problem between him and Blanco. His other problem was making sure he had all the money for the supplier in the time he told him or else.
Nico has a secret he's been keeping from Blanco, he has been dating his daughter Rachel and tells her of the situation he is facing with her father. She insists on helping him by getting rid of some of the product through some of her father's contacts. Nico sets up a meeting with Blanco to tell him he no longer wants to work for him and is going on his own but when he tells Blanco he has to shut down his operation in the projects, Blanco declares war.
Nico executes his takeover with the help of his best friend and Rachel but nothing is working in his favor. His plan is collapsing right in front of him and he can't figure out why. His life is in danger and he has no idea how to get out of it. He looks to his friend and Rachel for help and then all the things Blanco taught him kicks in but not before he finds out the real reason he's in danger. In the end he will have to employ the things Frankie Blanco taught him or he will lose more than just his life.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Brooklyn June L.J. Miller
• Release date: Mar 13, 2013
• ISBN: 9781310942518

Brooklyn June L.J. Miller

June is the published author of, This Game Has No Loyalty, an urban street fiction novel depicting real life on the streets and the love relationships within those parameters. His love of writing was first discovered in public school where he dazzled his teachers with his creative short stories and intriguing poems. His writing was acknowledged locally when it was featured in his graduating class’ yearbook. June abandoned his love for writing for the dangerous life on the streets of Brooklyn. His involvement changed from petty crimes to becoming a major distributor of illegal drugs out of state. During his tenure in these activities he was convicted and incarcerated. His time behind bars gave him new insight but when released on parole he went right back to the life that put him behind the barbed wire fences. All of his relationships were strained due to nature of his business. There was no stability in his life and the only person he was responsible for was himself. The birth of his first daughter changed the way he viewed life and he set out to change his existence. June did a complete 360° turn and enrolled into college to pursue his Associates Degree. His creative writing ability was again showcased in this setting and recognized by his English professors. While he pursued his degree, tragedy struck and one of his closest friends was brutally murdered. Not knowing how to deal with the loss he channeled his pain into something that came to him naturally, he wrote the story. The story stayed on his floppy disk for over 10 years until he came across it one day after the senseless death of another friend. When he read the contents it was still relevant and he decided to write a story that he hoped would reach the youth and somehow curb the violent crimes being committed in the poor neighborhoods. June began penning his novel This Game Has No Loyalty and incorporated his own experiences into his writing to produce the “realness” his story needed to capture his audience.

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FourShadough Publishing Presents:

An EBook Gangster Story

Frankie Blanco

By:

JUNE

Frankie Blanco

June Miller

Copyright L. Miller 2013

Published by FourShadough Publishing, LLC at Smashwords

Chapter 1

Get up!

The round black hole was the only thing he could see after he wiped the thick blood from his eyes. He placed his palms on the parquet floor and struggled to his feet, leaving a crimson handprint behind.

Don’t hit me no more man! I’ll give you what you want.

The gunman grabbed him by the scruff of his velvet sports jacket and pulled him into the living room. He pushed him down onto the leather sectional and uttered dangerously, Next time you try and run I’ma dump this clip in you! Now tell me where the safe at or say good night muhfucka!

I’m gonna give you what you want just tell me who set this up so I can make them pay for this disloyal shit! He gurgled as he rose to his feet.

Shut the fuck up! You ain’t in the position to ask me for shit! The gunman backed away from him, giving him room to get up but watched him closely. He wasn’t going to give him another chance to run. Blood dripped from his victim’s head wound where he was beaten with the gun when he attempted to escape and his mouth was ripped from the two hit combination for moving way too slow when the robbery was first announced.

Let’s go! His voice echoed off the walls in the empty apartment.

His victim struggled to his feet and used the arm of the couch for support. He took a step and staggered toward the gunman who quickly backed away from him and let him fall to the ground.

Get the fuck up! He kicked his victim in the back viciously.

Uuggh! Please don’t hit me no more man. I’m trying to get the money for you.

The man struggled back to his feet and grabbed the wall for support. He leaned against it as he moved down the hall towards the rooms in the back. Smeared blood trailed as he turned the corner then paused briefly to gather his bearings. The light from the kitchen illuminated the dark hallway like a spotlight as the blood in his eyes blurred his vision. He could feel the hard steel in his back, nudging him forward with no regard to the pain he was feeling. He continued his trek to the room in the back where all the money was locked away in a closet and safe.

Hurry up! The gunman was getting impatient.

I’m moving as fast as I can man.

The victim clicked a light on in the hallway near the bathroom that rained brightness and clarity on the two doors at the end of the hallway.

Which room is the money in? The gunman quizzed.

The one on the right. The victim responded as he inched closer to the door. When he was in front of the brown wooden door, he dug into his pocket and produced a key and put it in the lock then opened the door as the gunman carefully peered inside over his back using him as a shield in the event something unexpected happened. He pushed his victim inside the room and slowly walked to the entrance. His left hand searched the wall inside the room until he found a light switch then clicked it on. The walls in the room were covered with some sort of foil and there was an old bathtub sitting off to the side next to a chair that had a thick wool blanket thrown over the back of it.

The money better be in this room or I’m gonna splatter your fuckin’ brains all over the walls! The gunman’s patience had reached its boiling point.

It’s in the closet. I’m ‘bout to get it. The victim said, moving towards the double doors.

The gunman snatched him by his collar and pulled him back forcefully.

You think I’m stupid muhfucka! I’m not gon’ let you open that closet so you can get hold to a ratchet you got stashed in there.

Ain’t nothing in there but a safe and I have to open it to get the money. The victim said struggling to get to his feet.

Nah Sherlock. I’m gon’ open it first to make sure ain’t no gun in there then you gonna tell me the combination and I’ll open the safe my fucking self. The gunman said grabbing the knob on the door but looking back at his victim struggling to stand up holding onto the chair next to the bathtub.

When he pulled the door open there was a loud click. The victim instantly grabbed the blanket off the chair and dived inside the tub covering himself as the doors of the closet were blown off and shattered from the explosion that was triggered when the gunman tripped the wire by opening the door.

Smoke and body fragments littered the room as a small fire burned near the carnage. The victim removed the blanket and jumped out the bathtub and looked at the mangled gunman’s body with missing limbs.

Didn’t expect a bomb did you muhfucka! He chuckled as he stepped over the body and went into the hallway closet and retrieved a fire extinguisher. He aimed the nozzle at the small fire and the white foam extinguished the flames. He walked into the bathroom and opened the cabinet and grabbed gauze and Peroxide then began cleaning and treating his wounds. Looking in the mirror and satisfied with his amateur doctor skills in taking care of his wounds, he went to the living room stepping over a broken table where he was slammed when the robbery first began. He kneeled down and peeked under the couch and saw the blinking green light of the cell phone he threw under the couch when he first heard the apartment door crash open. He reached under and grabbed it then looked at the time running on the screen. He put the phone to his ear and began to talk.

You still there? He spoke calmly as he went back toward the back of the apartment.

Yea. My God are you all right? I was terrified. The woman’s voice said.

I’m good now but that muhfucka was extra brutal with all his theatrics. He never gave me a chance to cooperate and just started beating and pounding on me like he had something to prove. He said while opening the door to the other bedroom and going inside and retrieving a loaded automatic pistol. I’m gon’ need you to find out something for me. I don’t like this shit one fucking bit! There was a knock at the door and then he heard the door close. Let me call you right back. He whispered as he disconnected the call and cocked the hammer on the gun. He inched slowly into the hallway with the gun pointed in front of him. He listened to the footsteps and waited until the figure came into sight then lowered his gun.

Man you late as a muhfucka! He said as he turned and pushed open the door to the room where the massacre took place. This dude a organ donor now. I need to find out who the fuck set this shit up. This has inside job written all over it.

OK Blanco. Say no more. I’m gon’ get some guys to clean this mess up and get you outta here. The tall bald muscular man said.

Chapter 2

Frankie Blanco. What do I owe dis’ displeasurable visit to my less than favorable social club? The fat Italian man in an oversized valour sweatsuit said as he rose to his feet to greet his guest.

Two overweight bodyguards stood on either side of the door while another one dressed in a blue suit held an automatic pistol in his hand escorting Frankie Blanco inside.

What’s with all this tight security Vinnie? I thought we were paizan? Frankie spoke when he was standing directly in front of Vinnie’s massive oak desk.

Vinnie pushed himself away from the desk, rose to his feet then walked around it and stood in front of Blanco. He rocked back and forth on his heels before he spoke.

I hears things Frankie. I heard about what happened to you's at one of your stash houses. I figured you would be comin’ by sooner than later, I just didn’t know if it would be for business or pleasure. Vinnie pulled out a cigar and lit it. I try to tell ya those mulignan (moo lee yan) would turn on you’s sooner or later but ya want to trust them more than you trust me. Vinnie blew out smoke and walked back over to his desk.

Vinnie, you’re a good dude, I consider you a very close associate that’s why I came to you instead of sending someone else… Frankie was cut off by Vinnie who banged his hand on his desk.

You fuckin’ threatenin’ me you fuck! He pointed his finger at Frankie.

Frankie shook his head slowly and spoke in an even tone, Of course not Vinnie. You didn’t let me finish my sentence. This is one of the reasons why our business together suffered. You’re not like your father, you’re a hot head.

Don’t you fuckin’ disrespect me you fuckin’ eggplant lover! Vinnie hissed.

Vinnie calm down. Your anger doesn’t help this in any way. You have to learn how to listen before you fly off the handle. I haven’t said anything to disrespect or upset you so I don’t understand why you’re so defensive.

The bodyguard with the pistol was getting jittery and the two standing at the door rubbed their hands together in anticipation