After the syndicate cost Jazz everything including the man she loved, Jazz is determined to wipe out organized crime forever…
By Judy Serrano
As Jazz finds herself falling from a helicopter, Gage St. Claire comes to her rescue. Organized crime is once again the culprit of her parents’ situation, and as usual, she is caught in the crossfire. Gage pulls her out of the water and helps her escape to safety. The love between them is undiscovered as he tries to leave her behind in an attempt to keep her safe and move forward with his black ops pursuit. Jazz becomes an undercover cop with wiping out organized crime forever as her goal. After Jazz exposes one of the largest crime families in the country, quite by accident, she is hired to expose crime syndicate leader Michael Giambetti Jr., otherwise known as Achilles. Achilles earned his nickname because he has no weaknesses. He has no weaknesses, that is until he meets Jazz. Achilles has been untouchable, and if she were to break this case, she could finally prove herself as a serious undercover officer. Her job is not an easy one, and people around her are not who they appear to be. Will Gage come back for Jazz, or will he be lost to her forever? Will she crack the case on her own? Read as this courageous upstart stumbles through another adventure.
Book Information
Release Date: July 7, 2020
Publisher: 6K Publishing
Soft Cover: ISBN: 979-8655914537; 220 pages; $10.99; E-Book, $2.99
Amazon: https://amzn.to/3Bq8uru
Prologue
I saw him
dive into the water, and I let go. This was the most terrifying thing I had
ever done. As I hit the water, two strong arms reached for me and pulled me up
as I plunged powerlessly into the deep. I held my breath, but I didn’t have
much air left. He pulled me up so that I could breathe, and I grabbed hold of
his neck. “I’ve got you, Jazz. You’re okay.”
He turned
me so that I could hold onto his neck from behind, and he swam to the shore.
The helicopter, which was holding my dad tied up and gagged, was long gone.
When we got to the shore, Hector, Gage’s boss, was standing there. He pulled me
out of the water, and Gage followed. “Good job,” Hector said to me. “You’re
very brave.”
I watched
Gage grab his wallet, cigarettes, and shoes. “You need to quit,” I said.
“They’re no good for you.”
He pulled
out a smoke and lit the tip, taking a deep pull off his cigarette. “Someday,”
he answered. “Unfortunately, we often want what is no good for us.” I knew to
what he was referring, but I let it go. Although you might think that the smell
of the cigarette would fill the air, there was an engaging male scent radiating
off of Gage that made me almost forget my name.
Suddenly, I realized that Hector was gone. “Where did Hector go? Where’s my
mom?”
“They
went after the helicopter, Jazz. I don’t think she’s coming back this time.”
My mom
abandoned my dad and me years ago. They both worked for the FBI, and she never
seemed to be able to balance her job and her family. Hector was in charge of
all their destinies. As delightfully delicious as Hector was, I always resented
him for taking her away. It was my goal to be a cop someday and wipe out
organized crime just so people like the ones my parents fought daily would go
out of business for good. Of course, I realized how unrealistic that was.
“I
started my own team. You must remember me mentioning that to you,” he said.
“Yes,
Storm. That’s what you call it.”
We
stepped over to his jeep. He reached in and handed me a towel. I began to dry
my face and hair with it, as he did the same with his own. Gage was a storm all
by himself. He was tall, well-built, and had smoldering dark eyes. His hair
fell just below his ears, and I can remember how soft it was when I last ran my
fingers through it.
“I’m not just
working for the FBI this time. I have a job out of the country. I’m going to
find someone’s daughter who was taken by terrorists.”
My
stomach churned as he opened the door to the jeep, and I hopped inside. “Don’t
leave me, Gage,” I said, as my soaking wet body leaked all over his vinyl car
seats.
I reached
up for his face, but he grabbed my hand. “We’ve been through this. You’re too
young, Jasmine.”
“Gage, I
am 19 years old. I’m old enough.”
“I’m 27,
Jazz. You’re too young for me.”
That
stung. I was waiting for Gage to the be the one for me. I didn’t want anyone
else, and even though he may think of me as too young for him, I felt the ache
in his eyes. We heard a gunshot, and Gage pushed me down onto the floor of his
jeep. He jumped into the driver’s side and took off down the road. “What’s
happening?” I asked. “Who’s here?”
“Someone
realized you were still breathing, princess. Put your head down.”
I stayed
down on the floor of the jeep as a bullet hit the windshield shattering the
glass. I tried so hard to be brave, but I could barely hold it together. I
heard Gage give our location and situation out on a radio. It was only a few
moments before everything got quiet. “I lost them,” he said.
“This is all related to my parents, isn’t it.”
“You know
I can’t tell you that.”
“And the
terrorists. Who are they? Who’s the girl?”
He pulled
the jeep over to the side of the road and sighed before looking at me. “Jazz,”
he said, putting his hand on the side of my face. “Don’t wait for me. I won’t
be back. Do you understand what I’m saying? I’m no good for you. Forget me.”
He
grabbed his towel and brushed the glass off the passenger’s seat. Then he held
out his hand for me to take, and he pulled me up off of the floor. I sat
uncomfortably and refused to meet his eyes. He wanted me to discard him like a
pack of cigarettes. I knew he was no good for me, but I just couldn’t stop
thinking about him. I didn’t say anything. Clearly, my efforts were futile.
He put
his hand back on the steering wheel, put the jeep back in gear, and we drove
down the highway. “Don’t make me come back just to check on you,” he said.
“Behave yourself. Move forward. Forget about me.”
*****
I waited for him. I anticipated his return. I am now 24 years old, and he
didn’t come back in time … or did he? This is my story. Let the ride begin.
Judy Serrano graduated from Texas A&M University-Commerce with a master’s degree in English. She is the owner of Make Cents Editing Services, is an English teacher at a local high school, and an adjunct professor at a local junior college. Judy writes romantic suspense, paranormal romance, and Mafia romance novels. She is the author of The Easter’s Lilly Series, The Linked Series, Ivy Vines Visions, and Unorganized Crime. Although originally from New York, she lives in Texas with her husband and near her four boys. In her spare time, Judy plays guitar and sings at her church, and dotes on her fur babies.
You can visit her website at https://www.judyserrano.com/ or connect with her on Twitter and Facebook.
