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Desert King Prod.
Category:
Action/Thriller
Publisher: Outskirts Press
ISBN-10: 1598005944
Type: Fiction
Pages: 420
Copyright: Feb. 12, 2007
ISBN-13: 9781598005943
The story of a young gambler, seeking power and wealth while hiding from the Mexican Mafia. He arrives to a town without pity, and falls at the hands of lust, greed, power, drugs, beautiful women, and organized crime. He wants to build the largest Empire in Las Vegas, Nevada. Fact...Fiction?
Chapter 1
Desert Breeze
What can I say? I’ve had a good run. I’m riding blindfolded in a classy car with a babe that I’ve been banging to kingdom come, and, that I guess I’ve been in love with since I laid eyes on her. Now we’re in the damn desert at three in the morning where lightning and thunder are having their way with each other. I can smell the rich scent of Opium perfume as Nina sits next to me. Tremors are going through her body as her blindfold soaks up a tear. I know the routine and this scene. Hey, this is Vegas!
It’s funny how keen your senses become when you can’t see a thing. I’m calm... I know the score! I hear the purring of the motor as we drive over bumps and slides of blowing sand. That damned thunder! I never could get used to it. We’re stopping. I can feel Nina’s body tighten. Front car doors open slowly as our escorts step out. A long minute goes by as I feel Nina’s warm breath face me.
“Frankie?” I lean over and whisper to her very low and softly—
“Shhhh. Don’t say anything, sweetheart.”
“Frankie, I love you.”
As I listen to her I know she wants me to say it back, and that this will probably be the last time that I have a chance to say it. I lean over and again smell her perfumed scent that reminds me of our wild, passionate moments.
“Nina, I____” The back car doors opened.
“Come on,” says a low, muffled voice as they grab us by the arms and pull us out.
“What do you want?!!!” Nina cries. Her shouts are ignored as the howling wind blows sharply through the cactus needles.
Our escorts walk us a few yards from the car. The thunder blasts continue, and all I notice now is an aroma from smoke that swirls in the air. Its scent is just like Benediction in church. Our blindfolds are still on, and the smell is so familiar. God, where are we?
With my eyes shut tightly, I have a flash of receiving my first Holy Communion. I am seven years old. Then another flash of myself at age 11, the first day of serving mass as an altar boy. My Father, Mother and Aunt Mary are watching proudly as they receive Holy Communion from the priest. I hold the round gold paten under their chins that keeps particles of the host from falling onto the floor as the school choir sings. Another flash and I am in seventh grade being confirmed by the Bishop as my uncle Amos stands beside me as my sponsor.
I can hear our abductors walking just a few feet away. With another flash of lightning and thunder, the sounds of guns start bursting with pops that echo across the mid-morning range. We can hear the revolution of bullets coming towards us as if they are in maximum slow motion. Nina is hit several times. She’s thrust to the ground by the powerful blow of bullets. Oh yes, my body is also being penetrated with flying lead, as my mind continues to skyrocket into my past.
Finally, I hit the dirt. My face slams against the half buried jagged stones as the sand continues to blow onto our bodies. All has stopped... is that it? It’s pretty quiet… and I don’t feel a thing as my body temperature begins to drop. Is this what is meant by the sound of silence? My eyes are still shut tight. I feel tired, drowsy, and thirsty. I think I’ll just lay here for a moment. I’m… falling asleep. Wow— the thunder has calmed down a little. I can barely hear the roar of the winds...
Excerpt
"Sorry, the trigger was on Safety"
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