1 Law 4 All - Gator

By Billy Angel

Our '1 Law 4 All' gang is dragged into a complex multinational, election fraud scheme. The gang's client champions fair and free elections. The battle lines are drawn. The political windmills established. The 1 Law 4 All Foundation teams with a voter justice group to ensure no tampering with the coming national election, especially in Florida, gator country.

We begin with a small group of wealthy progressives. Their influence finds two corrupt congressional representatives swindling the American public for personal gain. The story's deception rides a trail through the Russian mafia in Moscow, Brooklyn and Atlanta. They involve the daughter of made, East Coast mobster and his brother. Follow the friction and jaw-dropping revelations between two international gangster groups.

If this innovative technologically superior voter fraud scheme succeeds it will upset the world's order forever. The 'Club' concocts the most intricate, ingenious voter fraud scheme in U.S. history. Imagine waking one morning realizing that an unsettling fraudulent election turned the country's future over to a small group of international progressive Marxists.

Within Angel's creativity - solving, investigating and exposing 'political windmills' produces enjoyable reading. From the serious to the comical situations, the reader's in for a rollercoaster of reading enjoyment. Even Gator's insights into the dark side of human nature will tickle your funny bone while giving you some political hope for the nation's future.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBookIt.com
• Release date: Sep 11, 2020
• ISBN: 9781456635466

Billy Angel

Bill was born in the Midwest. He was educated on the West Coast in California. He's earned Bachelor's, Master's, and Doctorate degrees in various fields of health and education.Bill started Sunset Angel Productions, LLC. Besides producing phone applications and short stories, he works part-time as a basketball consultant.Bill authors a political blog seeking justice for the American people. He feels all laws should be applied equally to law makers, citizens and non-citizens. He believes in a common sense approach to governance.Bill resides with his beautiful wife, Roberta. They have four children and six grandchildren. He describes living in Hawaii as "far from the maddening crowds."

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Acknowledgements

Inspiration for this book and my ‘1 Law 4 All’ series can be traced to one source, talk radio. Several noted radio hosts, especially Mr. Rush Limbaugh, have encouraged listeners to get involved in our political process. This is my third contribution to fighting political corruption. 1 Law 4 All and 1 Law 4 All – Vegas are my first two political novels.

I want to thank my family for their support and contributions. Roberta and Cindy, my proof readers, helped so much. Kate and Janena stirred my imagination with many an idea for Gator’s plot.

Thanks to everyone for all the encouragement and enthusiasm for this Gator project.

Table of Contents

Acknowledgements

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

Chapter 45

Chapter 46

Chapter 47

Chapter 48

Chapter 49

Chapter 50

Chapter 51

Chapter 52

Chapter 53

Chapter 54

Chapter 55

Chapter 56

Chapter 57

Chapter 58

Chapter 59

Chapter 60

Chapter 61

Chapter 62

Chapter 63

Chapter 64

Chapter 65

Chapter 66

Chapter 67

Chapter 68

Chapter 69

Chapter 70

Chapter 71

Chapter 72

Chapter 73

Chapter 74

Chapter 75

Chapter 76

Chapter 77

Chapter 78

Chapter 79

Chapter 80

Chapter 81

Chapter 82

Chapter 83

Chapter 84

Chapter 85

Chapter 86

Chapter 87

Epilogue

Chapter 1

Beach Walk

A tall, beautiful Dominica drifted lazily along Indian Rocks Beach barefooted collecting shells and sea glass. Puffy clouds built overhead on this warm, partly sunny, spring day. The humid Gulf air breezed through her long, wavy brunette hair. Dominica liked that the humidity added spring to her waves. This morning’s ‘vortex’ walk cleared her mind of coming wedding matters. Searching the beach for sea trinkets to decorate her and Juan’s new home entertained and delighted her thoughts.

A new gator tattoo had the healing itch inside her right thigh. She and her cousin, Anne Bianca, or Annie, celebrated Dominica’s engagement a week earlier by getting matching tattoos. Dominica and Annie were cousins and best friends. They graduated from Providence College together. Today, Annie was driving north from Sarasota to south Tampa. They had lunch planned. Dominica walked towards her car thinking a Cobb salad would top off what had so far been a very relaxing morning.

A tall, muscular man wearing a Marlins baseball cap approached from behind her along the water’s edge. He abruptly angled in Dominica’s direction and began walking next to her. Dominica attracted unwanted attention even when she covered her bikini clad, five foot, eight inch lean, tan frame with plain cover-ups. Today, she wore a light blue, knee length sleeveless cotton tunic.

She glanced at the muscular man. He seemed harmless except for his five foot, ten inch, muscle-bound frame. Her dad was a big guy and could look really scary at times, especially when angry. She flashed back to his most scary moment. When Dom was three years old, she spit at him when he asked her to pick her clothes off her bedroom floor. He grabbed a handful of the front of her t-shirt, pulled her nose to nose and simply said in a terrifying voice, ‘Never do that again.’ She never spit at him again.

Dom noticed the man’s dark tattooed forearms accentuated by his short-sleeve bright yellow polo shirt. His tan shorts made him look like the average beachcomber. She moved further inland, away from this spaceater.

She perceived a short, stocky woman on her opposite side making a bee-line in her direction. Mr. muscles saw Dom’s head turned away from him and he swiftly closed in on her from the ocean’s side. She stopped to scan left then right with a frown on her face. Turning quickly in their direction, putting them both in front of her, she boisterously asked Can I help you?

The stocky woman smiled and moved quickly at her. She stuck a 38 Smith & Wesson Special into Dominica’s side. Start walking, the woman hissed.

The man said in a thick Russian accent, We not here for hurt you. You must come with us, no fusses.

Dominica looked around for help or a way to escape. She had experiences with big rough people in her life. Her father had a few scary looking friends, so she didn’t panic. She scanned the empty beach for help. Seeing no one, she began to walk towards the frontage road with them behind. She demanded, What’s this about?

Without speaking, they kept on walking to Dominica’s Arctic Silver, Porsche Carrera. The woman said, Give me car keys and phone. Dominica faltered, realizing these two were foreigners, and then acquiesce. That didn’t matter, she was growing madder by the second. She watched as the stocky woman opened her car door, threw her phone and keys onto the driver’s seat. Hey, she protested! Someone might come along and steal my car. She reached for the car door trying to stall thinking about an escape move. She thought about running towards the basketball court down the street where young men were playing their morning pickup game.

As she was about to make a move, the muscular man pushed Dominica towards a dark, Ford SUV park across the street from the Porsche. A short skinny, pale man in his thirties opened the SUV’s back door. Dominica vacillated. The muscular man shoved her into the door’s opening. Get in, he commanded.

The woman stuck the gun on Dominica's side again. Move, she demanded. Dominica stepped into the SUV. The skinny man produced plastic zip ties and a black hood. He tied Dominica’s hands behind her and covered her head. Relax, he said as their vehicle pulled away from the side of the road. Our orders are not to hurt you, if possible. He emphasized the ‘if possible’.

They pulled away from the curb. Within a few minutes and after several turns she felt like they were cruising down a highway. Dominica wriggled and twisted to free herself. Relax missy, the skinny man said. We have a long ride ahead of us.

Through her hood she yelled at her abductors. Do you know who I am? - I am Dominica Bianca!

Chapter 2

Juan Oneca, a youthful Tampa attorney, looked up from his desk. He took off his glasses and began cleaning them. Right then Nancy, his petite paralegal secretary, opened his office door and announced two potential clients. Lucy McCann and Sean Jackson stood behind her. Juan observed the two casually dressed young adults in their early 30’s behind Nancy.

Juan noticed that Nancy balanced herself on her four-inch, pointed-toed pumps. Juan smiled asking Nancy, New shoes? Nancy worked hard on her new legal image.

Nancy was cloning herself into ‘Donna’ from the TV program ‘Suits’. Nancy’s blushing, pinkish face complimented her black slit-sleeve dress. She was making the adjustment from dressing down in jeans and sneakers to looking like a professional legal secretary. She answered, Yes. Do you like the makeover?

Juan nodded, grinned and welcomed Lucy and Sean. He shook their hands and walked them to the leather coach in the glass-walled corner of his office. The corner view overlooked a waterway lined with trails for bikers, joggers and dog walkers. This time of day the sun reflected off the river and danced as sparkling diamonds. Juan fought switching mental priorities from wedding preparations to being friendly and understanding towards his potential new clients.

His private cell phone’s ringtone sang Madonna’s ‘Material Girl’. He recognized the caller immediately as Carol. Juan excused himself saying, Possible Foundation matter, sorry! Hopefully, this will only take a minute. Lucy and Sean eye’s grinned at each other. They knew of Juan’s association with the ‘1 Law 4 All Foundation’. In fact, that was their reason for seeking his services.

Nancy set a silver tray on the glass coffee table supported by a family of bronze dolphins. The ice water pitcher and glasses dripped with condensation. Lucy said, Thanks and reached for the glass closest to her and a napkin for wiping the drips off the glass. She calmly sipped the water while Juan took Carol’s call.

Carol, one of Juan’s ‘1 Law 4 All’ partners bubbled through the phone. How are the wedding plans coming? Kitiona and I can’t wait to get there. We have brainstormed the ball room’s ‘country love’ theme. Tell Dominica that every place setting will include silver bells with your pictures! We’ve been calling her all morning to tell her, but she’s not answering her phone.

Juan looked at his watch. She’s probably taking her ‘vortex’ beach walk about now. Try her again this afternoon. We’re planning a dessert tasting session later today.

Carol laughed. Remember, I’m a chocoholic. May I suggest a chocolate and white dessert theme? I can imagine…..

Juan cut her off. Sorry miss chocolate freak, I have clients. You and Kitiona can have chocolate dreams on your own time. We’ll talk later.

Kitiona was a beautiful Samoan young lady with a part Japanese, Euro-Asian background. Only in her mid-twenties, she founded the ‘1 Law 4 All' Foundation. Her settlement from the pockets of a wealthy, treacherous U.S. Senator led to the Foundation’s financial start-up. She lost her family in a fire that consumed her American Samoa home and killed her entire immediate family. The longtime senator Bonni Giardina of San Francisco ordered the arson. Only the inking of Kitiona’s full back tattoo saved her from being home the night of the fire.

Kitiona noticed Carol’s dazed look. Carol said, He hung up. Shaking her head she exclaimed that Juan was always the serious type. I guess he’s actually working. We’ll call back this afternoon after their dessert sampling. Kitiona chuckled along with Carol.

Juan apologized and sat across the coffee table from Lucy and Sean. Impulsive by nature, Lucy started questioning Juan without any prompting. Are you aware of the voter fraud controversy in the last presidential election?

Juan switched thoughts of desserts to answering Lucy’s question. Yes, it made front page news. Apparently, some media people believe Russia or China influenced the election’s outcome.

Lucy approved and proclaimed "We’re part of an organization of young people known as the ‘Fair and Free Foundation (F&F)’. We’re mostly Millennials. We’re tired of the Globalists with their ‘the end justifies the means’ attitude sitting on huge bank accounts controlling our politicians, politics and ultimately our lives. These same people are turning our country into a socialized European State boarding on Marxism.

These politicians are being fraudulently elected and re-elected to support the socialization of the United States of America. Lucy paused for effect then continued. That includes the media. These elected politicians assist the media in controlling Political Correctness in the public arena. We know they don’t reflect our beliefs and probably don’t consider the majority’s thoughts and beliefs. Through Political Correctness they are imposing a ‘Greater Good’ philosophy on society unawares.

Sean stepped in when Lucy stopped to catch her breath. I head up F&F’s, ‘gray hat’ hackers division. If you and your Foundation take us on as clients, we’ll show you the abuse vulnerabilities within social media and ultimately our election technology. Would you like a sneak preview of what they are?

Lucy impatiently sat squirming, rapidly pumping her shapely, crossed right leg. She alleged These PC politicians get elected through targeted voter fraud. We have the proof!

During the short conversation pause that followed, Juan couldn’t help thinking of Ben, the elder, retired member of the ‘1 Law for All Foundation’. Ben was a hippie in his day and claimed similar thoughts as Lucy and Sean. Juan said, That’s a lot to think about. Your group is tackling an entirely new technological paradigm and an age old problem of voter fraud. What’s your approach?

Lucy thought over Juan’s response and answered, We have about 275 F&F members nationally. We’ve compartmentalized areas into specialties. Technology is the common thread even though it’s not an exact science. In fact, it is such an inexact science that it lends itself to abuse by tech savvy people. The wheeler, dealer money people are tech clueless. They hire the best programming minds with insane amounts of money to do their bidding.

Lucy cut to the reason for them being in Juan’s office. We want to be represented by your ‘1 Law 4 All Foundation’. Your fearless legal reputation would not only give our organization credibility but…..

Sean broke in. What Lucy is trying to say is that your group is not afraid to go up against corrupt politicians, the establishment or their social media accomplices. Their Globalist’s goals disrupt America’s social order and weaken its capitalist based, economic system. Some of our ‘gray hat’ activities border on the edge of being illegal. But without probing social media and election technology, we wouldn’t know the existing vulnerabilities and how they are being exploited by those controlling Globalist types.

Juan took control of the conversation trying to understand their emotional presentation. I’m trying to understand who the enemy is and what we can do to help you. Have you harmed anyone or gotten law enforcement’s attention in any way?

Lucy looked at Sean, Well, we think we poked a hornet’s nest. Sean broke in, Is this privileged information we’re giving you? You’re not going to rat us out are you?

Juan’s lips turned up at the start of a smile. He tilted his head. If you put one dollar down on the table to retain our services, you will have hired me and my firm as your attorneys. Anything you tell me will stay with me and within our Foundation’s group.

Sean pulled out his wallet and slapped a dollar bill down on the glass table. Then he looked at Lucy. She nodded her approval. The law group you’re talking about is the ‘1 Law 4 All’ Foundation, isn’t it?

Juan nodded yes. Tell me what’s got you so riled up?

Chapter 3

Alpha Lucy, in her Anne Klein single-button navy pantsuit, began explaining their cause as if she were a race horse leaving the starting gate. Her high pitch voice loosened when Sean nudged her. He stared at her with broad, wide-open eyes saying ‘relax’.

Lucy took a breath and started over. This attack on our democracy has my blood pressure going through the roof. These invisible, unelected, untouchable money people rarely expose themselves. Their followers do the dirty work craving more money, power and control. The result is ‘we the people’ eat the legislative crap their ignorant, puppet–like politicians spew. These fraudulently elected politicians manipulate our social traditions mostly through presidential executive orders or occasionally Congressional laws, like Obamacare.

Sean broke in. Lucy means we at F&F can’t believe that the American public is so voter fraud ignorant. Either they don’t give a care or somehow they believe socialism is better than capitalism. Both our two political parties, one more than the other, are turning our democratic republic into a socialistic, Marxist dictatorship. The media’s propaganda tries to make people believe that EVERYONE supports this political left insanity. That alone infuriates us.

Out of the blue, Lucy, more composed proclaims, China is trying to earn their way into 'The Club'.

Shaking his head skeptically, Juan asked, The Club? What Club?

Yes, Lucy continued. The Club is a small group of ultra wealthy, power hungry socialists. They are wealthy Europeans and Asians. They grouped up in the late 1800’s with one goal in mind. They wanted economic world domination. At their beginning they experimented with manipulating different countries' currencies. After successfully causing major market volatilities, they moved on to destabilizing entire countries. They started a revolution in the early 1900's within Russia’s society. After gaining control of Russia, they turned to China, Cuba, South American and Asian countries. Now they are aiming at the United States.

Juan fought not comically rolling his eyes and asked, What do you mean aiming at the United States?

Sean explained. This Club has been responsible for taking control of various countries through elections and implementing socialist/communistic policies. They only need a few bribable leaders at the top of third world countries to initiate major social and political changes. These changes are designed to enrich and entrench powerful, economic controls over the country's people.

Juan nodded. Ok, but control? Isn’t that a little strong? I mean taking over and controlling a country is a complex task. How do you think this Club manages that?

Lucy collected herself and prepared for a fight saying, They have elected or bribed many politicians and influential people rich beyond their imaginations. These people buy off or bribe countries' leaders and then align their financial policies with the Club’s international banks. The Club’s goal is dominating the world’s economy.

Sean didn’t let Juan get his next question in. Their lackeys have bribed and bought U.S. politicians, first one major party, then the second major party. Their goal is to socialize the U.S. and turn financial control over to the Club’s international and world banks.

Lucy broke in, They have bribed many of our political leaders. The Club’s plan was moving along on schedule until the last election. Then president Trump was elected. He was already rich so they couldn't bribe him. He's leading the nation’s new capitalistic awakening.

Sean finished with, The Club has stepped up attacks creatively exploring new voter fraud avenues. We have isolated results for the past several elections that defy insanity. That's where F&F steps in. We are tracking the most intense voter fraud scheme ever devised. Social media definitely is part of their scheme, but we’ve seen a major focus on the coming election especially here in Florida. He handed Juan several thin folders each with a smattering of typed written papers inside.

Lucy said, This information should hold your attention. The facts speak for themselves.

Juan took the folders. His interest peaking, he scanned several of the papers inside the folder. Some of the pages started out sounding simply like another conspiracy theory. But he knew that social media and election results were under public scrutiny. He asked for more details about this supposed ‘Club’.

Lucy describes them in short phrases as an eager group of four or five individuals playing a game of world-wide domination; people are pawns in this game; overthrowing governments challenge their creativity.

Intrigued as Juan was with their presentation, his thoughts drifted Dominica’s way. Her ‘vortex’ beach walk was lasting longer than usual. Shaking off the Dominica temptation, he said Your passion about the nation’s voter fraud issue is compelling. I’ll look over these files and get back to you this afternoon or tomorrow at the latest.

Lucy and Sean stood. Lucy pleaded, "Look at the facts objectively. We want you and the ‘Foundation’ to defend us if or when we get into trouble during our investigations.

We have ruffled some international and local feathers with this Club talk. The word within international hacking circles is that the club is targeting Florida for their most ambitious voter fraud scheme yet. If they’re successful, they will control the outcome of all our future elections. We know from our previous dealing with them that they will stop at nothing to execute their plans."

Juan got to his feet and shook their hands. Like I said, we’ll be in touch soon.

After Lucy and Sean walked from his office, he reached for the cell phone on his desk. He pulled up his private, secure moodmeNow app. He picked the ‘worried’ icon and wrote, ‘how’s it???’ and sent the message to Dominica’s phone.

Chapter 4

Juan impressed me, Sean commented as they ambled out of the three story office building. Lucy and Sean exited the building’s front door. They stepped off the curb to get into their Prius, unaware of the blue Ford minivan parked across the street.

A scruffy, foreign man in the van smoothly opened the street side door. He methodically set himself aside the middle bench and aimed at the two with an AK-47 rifle set on semi-automatic. He envisioned shooting Lucy on his left first, then swinging right several inches for Sean. Leaning on the van's seat, he inhaled, steadying his aim. A teenage boy trying to parallel park suddenly bumped the shooter’s rear bumper. The rifle lurched and prematurely fired. The bullet whistled wide, close to Lucy’s head.

Hearing a popping sound, Sean looked in the shot's direction. Seeing the man aiming a rifle in their direction, he dove into Lucy taking her to the ground behind their car. Lucy startled at first, willingly ducked her head under Sean’s outstretched arms. They both hit the sidewalk scraping knees and elbows as more shots clanged into their car.

Missing his initial opportunity, the rifleman tossed the AK-47 aside and jumped out the van's door. He pulled a silenced pistol out of his belt and started crossing the street. He fired at the street beneath the Prius hoping to ricochet a bullet into either of them. Then he shot out the car's windows hoping the shards of glass would frighten them into running for another hiding spot.

Juan heard a soft pop, pop, pop. Cell phone already in his hand, he cyberspaced his moodmeNow (mmN) message to Dominica. Then he quickly stepped to the front window of his office. He saw a man running towards his building, a gun up and aiming forward. He yelled at Nancy to call 911 and report a shooting outside their building. He ran down to the first floor. Just as he reached for the stairway’s door knob, a bullet whizzed through the door, chin high, air-kissing his right ear.

Juan opened the door and threw himself to the floor. He crawled below a broken window, facing the street. Nancy came running shoeless and plopped down next to him with her gun, a Sig Sauer P320.

She peeked through the broken front window and fired several shots. Then she yelled to Sean and Lucy, On three, run back to our office!

Sean and Lucy looked at each other. They angled their crouched bodies towards the building’s door. They heard Nancy’s call, 3, 2, 1.

Nancy began shooting in the man’s direction. Juan opened the building’s door, standing behind it. Nancy emptied her gun's magazine as Sean and Lucy ran diving through the office’s open door.

While Nancy reloaded with her spare magazine and returned more gunfire. Juan said, I’ll be right back. He ran up the stairs and retrieved his 44 Magnum from the gun case, locked in his desk. He loaded it and rushed back to Nancy’s side. She said, Man by the blue van across the street."

Juan peeked out the bottom corner of the window starting to raise the gun. The hitman realized his killing window of opportunity had closed, raced back to the van. Juan began pumping 44 magnum rounds at him but hitting the side and back of the van. The van sped off tires squealing.

Juan sat on the rug next to Nancy. Lucy and Sean lay on the floor a few feet inside the closed, bullet riddled door. They heard sirens in the distance. Juan, back against the wall, gave Nancy and her gun an 'are you kidding me' look. She smiled. I read a lot of detective novels! Besides, a girl has to protect herself. I got a carry permit a couple of years ago.

Juan turned towards the two F&F leaders. What are you guys into?

Lucy’s face flushed with anger, Those bastards!

Sean commented, We knew we were being followed for the past few months. That’s one of the reasons we came to you. Your Foundation isn’t afraid to take on the big boys! The big boys don’t get any bigger than The Club.

Pursed lips, Lucy shook her head. She looked at Juan. I told you we're poking an election fraud, hornet’s nest. They won’t stop until they totally control all our election results, and then the country.

Local police arrived and yellow taped the area around the front of Juan's office. A well-dressed, detective Michael (Mike) Rizzo stepped onto the scene. He introduced himself. Looks like you all survived without any bullet holes!

After talking with the two patrol officers first on the scene, he turned to Juan and the others. I’ll get your statements from the uniforms. If you remember anything else or whatever, give me a call. He passed his card to each of them.

Juan did a double-take. He asked the detective, Do you know any Rizzo's in Las Vegas?

My cousin on my dad's side works out there. He's with LVPD. Why?

Juan grinned recalling his old study buddy and founding member of the Foundation. Jimmy’s and ultimately the Foundation’s adventure with LVPD's Detective Rick Rizzo flashed in his mind. We have a mutual friend. My buddy Jimmy solved a missing person’s case with your cousin last year. He still plays basketball with Rick Rizzo.

Detective Mike Rizzo acknowledged his cousin Rick’s love of the game and his outgoing style. After the detective left, Sean and Lucy said their goodbyes and started towards the door. Then they remembered the Prius was full of holes, shot out windows and had flat tires.

Juan said let’s go back to my office and regroup. Anticipating their needs, Nancy stepped into view holding the office first aid kit. I called the rental car company. They're dropping off a car. It should be here soon. Let’s get back to our office while we’re waiting. We need to clean up those scratches on your arms and legs.

Lucy sighed, Thanks. And they all headed up stairs. She and Sean sat on Juan’s couch. Nancy played nurse and cleansed their scrapes and scratches.

Juan asked them how the shooter knew where they were. They explained that maybe besides following them, the shooter's bosses were also tracking their messages or emails. This isn’t the first time we’ve seen that blue van, Sean confessed.

Juan pulled out his phone and tapped the moodmeNOW application’s icon. He showed it then advised them to download the moodmeNow (mmN) app. Juan explains that the mmN app was encased with an unbreakable, unhackable polymorphic encryption. The Foundation uses mmN exclusively for their communications. He advised them to have the F&F group use it too. Maybe it will cut down or eliminate any future ambush surprises!

Lucy and Sean’s rental car arrived and they said good-byes for the second time that morning. Juan's thoughts flew to his phone. He checked for messages. He began worrying and wondering why Dominica hadn't returned his mmN message.

Chapter 5

Dom, the nick-name friends and family used, resisted the skinny man’s orders. She kept on wiggling, trying to free herself. You don’t know who you’re dealing with. My father will skin you people alive and eat your eyeballs for dessert! Then my fiancée will make sure, whatever is left of you will rot in jail.

Listen sister, why do you think we kidnapped you? Of course we know who you are. The skinny man sassed, Princess Dominica, you want I should gag you? Or maybe I should tape a light bulb in your mouth?

Dom recognized that her abductor's accents were Russian. She knew from her father’s dealings of the Russian mob’s ruthlessness. They had no respect for the law and little for life. She settled down and kept plotting how she’d get out of this mess.

The pale, slightly built, skinny man with a teardrop tattoo below the lower outside corner of his right eye began a rough litany about Dom’s father. Your father is Nicholas Nick Bianca. He’s a major player with the five major families out of New England. He controls the trucking unions in the Northeast and along the Atlantic coast. Your mom’s name is Francine. She divorced Nicholas and remarried to another gangster, Tony ‘lips’ Tito. Tony’s step-brother is Willie (Double-T - Too Tall) Tito. At five foot, one inch, Double-T ran New York and Boston mob money through Atlantic City’s Rivera, MGM and Golden Nugget hotels. Should I continue? A dejected Dom tucked her chin downward and shook her head no. They knew who they had kidnapped.

Dom was raised as a single child by Nickolas since she was three years old. He dragged her around wherever his business took him. He kept his rap-sheet clean and climbed the union labor ranks. He became a prominent rising star in the trucker’s union. Today, he controls union contracts, trucking routes and the shipping docks throughout the east coast.

Dom’s mother, Francine, tried many times to wrestle Dom’s custody from Nickolas, but failed. Her life-style with ‘Lips’ Tito was subject to the usual mob controversy. Francine wasn’t without mob influence, but was hesitant to cross paths with Nick outside the courtroom. Dominica stayed in Nick’s custody and influential circles throughout her upbringing.

Skinny man, scratching his already balding head, held what looked like a bulky phone with a hinged, thick antenna. He dialed Brighton Beach, Brooklyn in New York. Tariel (Hoza) Mogilevich, a captain in the Brighton Beach Russian mob, listened and then spoke in Russian. The skinny man answered the person on the other end with what sounded like a series of ‘das’. Mogilevich reminded the kidnappers of their instructions and to settle in for what could be a week or so. He ordered, Keep her safe and out of sight. Hoza knew that Moscow would hold him responsible if anything went wrong.

Dom felt this situation spinning out of control. She understood two words besides her name