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Career criminal Steve Forbes is back in Sydney and still up to his evil ways, with his partners in crime Craig Johnson, disgraced Ex-New South Wales Cop, Oktay Saglam, Turkish Spook and Solly Dundas, the newly appointed President of the Animals Outlaw Motorbike Gang. All are active and full of Alpha Male bravado. Scheming with and without one another to make a dirty earn, which is what each of them knows best. 

The feared foursome are about to launch a new illegal rort that could see them all extremely rich or very dead, depending on the games Forbes is playing with another villain, Benny Kobeissi, AKA Benny the Leb.  

Forbes and Benny were once associates, though they fell out with one another over the love interest each sought in the same woman, Assi, a vivacious Mediterranean beauty with a face and body to die for. 

But someone is always the winner; the loser will never make a comeback when you gamble with your life in the crime game, sooner or later there are No More Bets.   

The story moves at a breakneck speed with many twists and turns; you’re never quite sure who’s a friend or who’s a foe. Life’s cheap to these bad boys, all Hell bent to exact revenge on anybody that stands in the way of them getting to the top of Sydney’s Underworld. 

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ISBN: 978-0-9945426-4-9
Format: Paperback
Number of pages: 205
Genre: Fiction

 

By the same author

  Good as Gold 

Some Days Are Diamonds 

Lure of the Dirty Dollar 

Talk Dirty To Me 

Shot at the Title 

 

 

Cover: Clive Dalkins


Author
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Ken MacKenzie
Publisher: Zeus Publications
Date Published:  2018
Language: English


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About the Author

 

 

Ken MacKenzie has been in the security industry for over thirty years, working on doors in pubs and clubs on Sydney’s northern beaches in the mid-eighties through to the nineties. 

The last twenty-seven years he has been employed driving armoured cars around both metropolitan and regional areas of New South Wales. 

He presently resides on a farm at Mount Seaview on the mid-north coast, exploring the bush and writing.  

 

 

CHAPTER ONE

 

Keeping my head low, I half ran, half crawled bent over, trying to hide myself among the shipping containers and pallets as the bullets sprayed above and all around me again, ricocheting off the containers and other metalwork of the huge warehouses structure. My left leg was throbbing and burning where a bullet had entered it through the front of the thigh, before exiting out the back, I could feel the blood pissing out of the wound. Then the firing stopped again as quickly as it began and Benny’s voice rang out once more. “Listen cunt, it’s better if you come out and cop a bullet, ’cause if you don’t and Yassa has to come and find you, you’ll die by the knife and trust me Forbsey, you won’t fucken’ enjoy that one little bit, you fucken’ low dog cunt of a thing!” I wanted to shout back at Benny the Leb and tell him to go and fuck himself and his half-baked bodyguard Yassa, the knife-wielding assassin, but I didn’t want to give my hand away. So I held my tongue and continued to carefully crawl about trying to find my way around the labyrinth of containers and other shit that was stored in the massive warehouse. Both of my back-ups were dead as dog shit, they’d never even seen the bullets coming that had sent them both to hell in a hand cart, the poor simple cunts.    

Stopping behind one of the dozens of rows of triple-stacked shipping containers I slipped my pistol down the front of my jeans and sat with my back against the double metal doors of the container. Ripping off my dark hoody, I tightly wrapped it around the wound in my leg. The makeshift bandage seemed to ease the pain a little, but it still hurt. I reached into my back pocket of my jeans trying not to scream in pain from the exertion and pulled out the small plastic vial that contained about a gram of cocaine.  Pulling the lid off the tube I tipped a little out into my hand and bent my head down and rough snorted some of the coke, while I waited to see how the game played out, wondering if I’d fucked things up. 


 

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