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Dom, the nick-name friends and family used, resisted the skinny man’s orders. She kept on wiggling, trying to free herself. “You don’t know who you’re dealing with. My father will skin you people alive and eat your eyeballs for dessert! Then my fiancée will make sure, whatever is left of you will rot in jail.”

“Listen sister, why do you think we kidnapped you? Of course we know who you are.” The skinny man sassed, “Princess Dominica, you want I should gag you? Or maybe I should tape a light bulb in your mouth?”

Dom recognized that her abductor's accents were Russian. She knew from her father’s dealings of the Russian mob’s ruthlessness. They had no respect for the law and little for life. She settled down and kept plotting how she’d get out of this mess.

The pale, slightly built, skinny man with a teardrop tattoo below the lower outside corner of his right eye began a rough litany about Dom’s father. “Your father is Nicholas “Nick” Bianca. He’s a major player with the five major families out of New England. He controls the trucking unions in the Northeast and along the Atlantic coast. Your mom’s name is Francine. She divorced Nicholas and remarried to another gangster, Tony ‘lips’ Tito. Tony’s step-brother is Willie (Double-T - Too Tall) Tito. At five foot, one inch, Double-T ran New York and Boston mob money through Atlantic City’s Rivera, MGM and Golden Nugget hotels. Should I continue?” A dejected Dom tucked her chin downward and shook her head no. They knew who they had kidnapped.

Dom was raised as a single child by Nickolas since she was three years old. He dragged her around wherever his business took him. He kept his rap-sheet clean and climbed the union labor ranks. He became a prominent rising star in the trucker’s union. Today, he controls union contracts, trucking routes and the shipping docks throughout the east coast.

Dom’s mother, Francine, tried many times to wrestle Dom’s custody from Nickolas, but failed. Her life-style with ‘Lips’ Tito was subject to the usual mob controversy. Francine wasn’t without mob influence, but was hesitant to cross paths with Nick outside the courtroom. Dominica stayed in Nick’s custody and influential circles throughout her upbringing.

Skinny man, scratching his already balding head, held what looked like a bulky phone with a hinged, thick antenna. He dialed Brighton Beach, Brooklyn in New York. Tariel (Hoza) Mogilevich, a captain in the Brighton Beach Russian mob, listened and then spoke in Russian. The skinny man answered the person on the other end with what sounded like a series of ‘das’. Mogilevich reminded the kidnappers of their instructions and to settle in for what could be a week or so. He ordered, “Keep her safe and out of sight.” Hoza knew that Moscow would hold him responsible if anything went wrong.

Dom felt this situation spinning out of control. She understood two words besides her name from their conversation - ‘Project Florida’. Her mood alternated between furious and hopelessness. She forced a calming breath. She tried to feel secure in knowing Juan and her father would be looking for her soon. She knew her father could find her in a heartbeat. But, she wanted to try to contact them, but how?

The minivan motored north at the speed limit. They crossed the Florida state line towards their destination, St. Simons Island, Georgia. They had a four hour ride northward. They were listening to the radio when a bulletin interrupted the music ‘This just in - Silicon Valley is under attack!’