The first installment in the Identity Crisis Trilogy: Montey Greene got shot because he hated the bully. Because he hated the bully that "flight" syndrome wasn't hard wired into his DNA when the fight wasn't fair. When it came right down to it he only knew one way: bring forth hell like the devil and let God sort out the mess when the bodies piled up. Up until the point he walked into that high end women's boutique on Via Della Spiga he was just a regular guy from Brooklyn. Then he met the beautiful Colombian woman named Alejandra. All he wanted was to buy a pair of shoes. She knew just the right pair. Maybe they would help patch things up between he and his soon to be ex-wife, Patricia, back home in the States. Maybe they could be a family again and he could see his two kids on a regular. Then those three thugs walked in. Locked the door. Mistook Montey for just a tourist. Bad mistake. Now he found himself locked in the cross-hairs of some unknown assailants gun-sight and some cloak and dagger government entity questioning his name. Montey Greene got shot because he hated the bully. But that Brooklyn blood pumping through his veins wasn't about to let him die. Not here. Not now. Not on this cold stretch of highway leading to Lake Como with four bullet holes in his back.

The second installment in the Identity Crisis Trilogy: He survived the four bullets they put in his back while vacationing in Europe, now he was back in his own backyard. Back in the midst of the glitz and grime called Brooklyn, New York. He thought he was home free when his feet finally touched down on U.S soil. He was eager to see his kids and soon to be ex-wife, Patricia, again. Maybe they could patch things up. Be a family again. Instead he found himself fighting his way out of some federal agent's interrogation room, and running for his life in the shadows of the Brooklyn Bridge. Reconciliation was gonna have to take a rain-check 'cause Montey Greene was still on the run. Running from the chaos that was Europe, the Feds, a reputed drug kingpin’s henchman and from whatever unknown government entity that’s put a price on his head. He’s running fast. He’s running hard. He’s running straight towards whatever fate awaits him around the next corner

The short stories that birthed the Montey Greene series and the forth coming "Bitch on a Bike:Exstacy Monroe" hitwoman series - more details coming soon

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