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Excerpt from my Upcoming Novel – Part Two

Part Two

The Medallion Excerpt

“Hey, what are you…” Semyon quickly interrupt him and grabbed his jaw.

“Usually, we would question you at your house, but since I’m such a nice guy, we are taking you somewhere where no young women will get hurt. You understand?” Semyon asked. Yefram stayed quiet and let them guide him to the car.

Semyon drove to a nearby grocery store that was closed for the night. The parking lot was empty. He drove around the dark side of the dumpsters out of the view of the cameras. They all got out of the car. The two guys were holding Yefram by the arms.

“What’s this all about?” Yefram asked. He was angry. There wasn’t any sign of fear in him.

“I need some information from you. Number one. Who is this guy?” Semyon asked as he showed Yefram the picture. He folded the part that had his picture.

Yefram took a good look at the picture. “Why are you asking me about him?” one of the guys that was holding him used his other hand to punch him in the stomach. Yefram got the wind knocked out of him.

“I am asking the questions here, do you understand? Now, it seems like you know him. So, I will ask you one more time. Who is this guy? What is his name?” Semyon asked.

“His name is Lestan,” Yefram said. He was struggling to stand up. He was fifty-eight years old, so a punch in the stomach was a real shock to his body.

“Good, good. Now we’re gettin somewhere. Number two. Where is this guy, Lestan? And may I remind you that there’s more where that pain came from, my friend…much much more,” Semyon warned.

“Last time I spoke to him, he was hanging out on Tremont Avenue in the Bronx, but that was almost a year ago,” Yefram explained. He was worried his information may not be accurate because of the lapse of time.

Semyon remembered that the Cougar narrowed the phone number to the Bronx. What this guy was saying was lining up. He better keep on questioning him. “Very good. Number three. Who does he hang out with in Tremont?”

“He spends most of his time with Pac Man. That’s why I stopped talking to him. I got five kids, three of them still in school. I don’t want no trouble. Please…” Yefram knew that he had a very small chance of getting out of this alive.

“Pat him down,” Semyon said to the guys. They checked his pockets and patted him down. He had his wallet on him and his cell phone. Semyon checked his cell phone for Lestan’s number. It wasn’t there. There was nothing in his wallet concerning Lestan as well. He gave both items back to Yefram.

It looks like you put me in a good mood, Yefram. I like deals. I’m going to make you a deal. You keep your ears open about anything and everything. Then we are going to check up on you. You tell us what you know and you can live. How does that sound?

“Good, good, that sounds good, sir. Thank you, thank you.” Yefram put is two hands together and thanked Semyon.

“Now remember, we can hear everything that goes on in your life, so you gotta tell us the truth next time we come around. And don’t try to leave the area. That’s the worst, most disrespectful thing you can do. Understand?”

“Yes, yes. I understand. I won’t go anywhere, I’ll keep my ears and eyes opened and my mouth shut,” Yefram said.

“Very good. Let’s go.” Semyon left Yefram in the parking lot. He and his two guys headed straight to Tremont Avenue. As Yefram was walking home, he thought about what happened and what he told them about Lestan. He thought about calling the police or calling the FBI. He thought about the last time he talked to Lestan and the last things he said to him. But he also thought about his family, his three girls and his two boys. And what it came down to was protecting the life of his wife and kids. He didn’t care about his life, but he knew the Mafia. And he knew they don’t stop at you. Oh no. When they get revenge, they go for your whole family. Living in a Russian community for so long in Brooklyn, he saw it happen far too many times. That’s why he moved out here. No, he will do exactly what he said he would do. Keep his ears and eyes open and his mouth shut. Then he’ll be able to think about seeing his three younger kids going off to college.

I hope you enjoyed the excerpt from my upcoming Novel, The Medallion.  Please leave some feedback and let me know what you think.

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