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Death In The Family

Donny Lentini’s father, Carlo, is a wannabe mobster, hungry to gain acceptance into the South Philadelphia mob. The crime family, run by Joojy Gaetano, has its fingers in legal and illegal businesses throughout the city. For would-be wiseguys like Carlo, admittance into this elite crew is worth whatever hoops Joojy asks you to jump through. “Nobody but family was trusted. Its wannabes’ wet dream was genuflecting to the young Joojy Gaetano….But when their ship came in, work orders were simple: Do the necessary.” Donny himself is content to win mobsters’ money at the poker table, but he does what he can to look after his starry-eyed father. Carlo gets a promotion, working as a delivery man between Joojy and his Columbia drug connection, Jorge Munoz. A few months into the job, Carlo goes missing, only to be discovered murdered with his hands cut off. Donny vows revenge, but first, he needs to figure out exactly who is responsible. To clear his head, he starts attending AA meetings with some old friends, who also prove helpful allies in his low-key investigation.

“Just when you thought the ‘mob novel’ was a thing of the past, Larcinese’s Death in the Family pulls you back in … all the way.”  

Reed Farrel Coleman, NY Times Bestselling Author of What You Break

“This novel, both hard boiled and deeply noir, has all the pulp  fiction energy of other Philadelphia based crime writers: Mc Givern, Goodis, Shubin, Spicer, Lashner, Lopez, and Swierczynski.”

Jay A Gertzman, author of Pulp According to David Goodis

“A helluva ride through the mob-controlled streets of South Philly. Raw and real. Larcinese delivers action, insights and prose that rivals a capo’s memoir. (I could be convinced the author is a made man.) Donny Lentini abides by his mother, his smart-guy MBA working both for and against him as he delivers vengeance on her behalf that pales versus the losses that so many in the life will ultimately experience. Intense page-turner.”

Chris Bauer, thriller author (Jane’s Baby, Binge Killer, Hiding Among the Dead, Scars on the Face of God)

“(Larcinese) manages to bring 1980s Philadelphia and its environs to life in all their gritty, garish glory, and the specificity of the plot—which is rooted in petty schemes and damaged psychologies—helps to ground it in reality. (He)…leans into it with brio…and is by no means reinventing the wheel, but fans of mobster novels will enjoy this…take on the genre. A fun, energetic, Philadelphia-set Mafia caper.”

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About

Lanny Larcinese

Lanny Larcinese is a native mid-westerner and dyed-in-the-wool city guy transplanted to the City of Brotherly Love where he has been writing fiction for seven years. His prize-winning short stories and non-fiction have appeared in magazines and online publications. When not writing, he lets his daughter, Amanda Kohn, charm him out of his socks, and works at impressing his longtime companion and artist Jackie Perskie, who is his first-eyeballs reader and helps keep his work visual. Lanny is very active in the writing community, supportive of those behind him on the curve, and deferential to those ahead of him whose inspiration and mastery of craft are constant sources of stimulation since he gets jealous easily.

 

 

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Prologue

Dear Eve,

I know you join with me in sharing wonderful memories of how cool things were back in the garden before we ate that damned fruit.

Back then we just were. We had nothing to do but hang out with all the animals and didn’t have a care in the world. And that Golden Delicious tasted so good! Who knew its core was pride and arrogance, and its seeds suspicion, manipulativeness and greed? We blew it, Evie, we really did.

Some say you and I were from different planets, even though we share a lot in common. Yet, no denying—we’re different in so many ways. But for that damned apple, we would have fit together like Legos. Instead, our differences became sandpaper, and while sanding each other down to survive as a team we left footprints of resentment, contention and mystery in the sawdust on the floor.

So here we are, millennia later, partners—for better and for worse—doing our best to recreate those good old days, still trying to purge those awful apple toxins. Turns out that our hearts are a bizarre pump—blood in, blood out—yet an exquisite torture device.

But Honey, I still love you, no matter what. And it’s so important that you love me too. We can work it out, can’t we? We must. We need each other. We didn’t lose everything back in Eden; we still have each other. And that makes me happy. I hope it makes you happy too.

Yours forever,

Adam