Ionian Gangster Boy: Book 2

By Mikey Simpson

When Morgan's father is executed for a gangland deal that goes wrong, he soon finds out that being connected to the underworld is not what it should be.
With the mafia on his trail to seize his fathers assets and the police wanting him for questioning and to expose his fathers underworld connections it can only be a matter of time before he's caught or worse ends up dead.
A fast paced thriller with a Greek Connection full of twists and turns and a heart thumping finish.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Springwood Emedia
• Release date: Mar 27, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370208838

Mikey Simpson

Mikey is a novelist with a very creative background in fine art, graphic design, creative writing and marketing & communications areas.He worked in Higher and Further education marketing for over ten years before becoming an author.Mikey writes Science Fiction and Crime Fiction, Thriller novels. His creative writing started five years ago with his debut novel; The Discovery of Mars Magellan, with his more recent publication; Bite The Bullet completed August 2011.He is in the process of writing new crime fiction novels to accompany his Star Warriors & Ionian Gangster Boy, Sailing Adventures of Greece, The Planet's Core - SciFi Series.

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Ionian Gangster Boy

Voyage of Discovery

Book 2

Despicable people, murderous deeds and self-preservation force 
Morgan Burdett to

challenge the mafia underworld, which reveals his unknown Greek family.

Mikey Simpson

Smashwords Edition

Copyright 2017 Mikey Simpson

Contents

Chapter 7 - Voyage of Discovery

Chapter 8 - A Girl Called Ismene

Chapter 9 - Night of the Long Knives

Chapter 7

Voyage of Discovery

Morgan paced below deck in the main cabin, drinking coffee to nurse his hangover from the previous day, he looked through the fridge and made himself a ham and mustard sandwich then sat down on a sofa in the dim light. Instinctively he knew where everything was in the kitchen and the layout of the craft containing a relatively small bathroom, three bedrooms at the front of the craft, two bunk beds and a master double bedroom. The area seemed cramped, but for a boat, it was luxurious with an expensive tasteful minimal finish. He relaxed sat back and sipped some more of his sweet coffee as his body moved to the gentle rhythm of the boats movement.

The boat was no stranger to him, although the name was different he had known instantly that this was the boat that had been named after his mother Sophia. It was the first boat that his father had bought in the late eighties. It was at present the last remaining legacy of his dad’s empire. The only thing physically that Morgan owned, and could take possession of. A link from the past, and a signal for the future. It reassured him that whenever there seemed to be a dead end a new door would open. New partnerships made on this epic voyage would secure his destiny as a man free from the shackles of the police and mafia.

Morgan drank the rest of the coffee and then ventured out onto deck, he emerged to the first signs of daybreak as the orange sky lit the way east toward Turkey and the Middle East beyond.

‘Kali mera, Ariston!’ Morgan joined the silhouette of the man on deck. ‘I thought you might like a drink!’ he handed over a mug of steaming coffee.

‘Ah you read my mind. I could smell that aroma coming from the cabin, efharisto!’

Morgan watched the pilot steer the boat, constantly scanning the horizon for other craft and for the dangers of larger shipping. He was aided by satellite navigation to plot his course and radar to navigate around tankers and cruise ships.

‘Any sign of the navy or coast guard?’ Morgan asked, shivering from the early morning air.

‘No they will wait until first light before they investigate! They might send some boats out to try and find us, but they are a little late we’ve already made quite some distance from the Ionian islands.’

‘Where are we going?’ Morgan Asked.

Ariston avoided the question. ‘I thought you would be asleep, like your friend.’ Ariston yawned a little as he pulled at the strap of his rifle on his back. He drank some coffee and then rubbed his face to waken himself a little. The man continued. ‘How's the leg, is it on the mend?’

‘It’s still stiff and gets sore when I do too much. It’s difficult to walk long distances, but it’s getting better!’ He was touched to be asked by the man.

‘Well there’s plenty of time for sleep. The journey to Cyprus will take over a week, so plenty of time for swimming and R&R. When we get there you’ll have some energy to burn off in the