UnLucky Double

UnLucky Double

PART One

Mafia, Nazis, and

Time Travel

By

Darryl R. Breland

Copyright © 2014 Breland Diversified, LLC dba

Breland Publishing, Darryl R. Breland, Managing Member. Except as provided by the Copyright Act of the United States, no part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of

Breland Publishing/Darryl R Breland."

All rights reserved.

ISBN-13:

978-1500990503

ISBN-10:

1500990507

Dedication

To the loves of my life,

Anna and Bailey

About the Author:

Darryl R. Breland is a serial entrepreneur, writer, publisher, and history buff from Madison, Mississippi. He is a real estate broker, developer, and former home builder. He maintains an insurance license, but is currently the CEO of Bio Energy, LLC, a project finance and management company. Bio Energy owns Spectrum Solutions, which has the exclusive right to commercialize patented technology owned by Mississippi State University that involves extracting oil from microorganisms that consume certain industrial and municipal wastewater sludge.

Contents

Preface

Introduction

Chapter 1: Giovani Cado

Chapter 2: The New Orleans Mafia

Chapter 3: Making My Bones

Chapter 4: The New York Mob

Chapter 5: Biloxi, Mississippi

Chapter 6: Deep Inside the Mob

Chapter 7: The Italian Connection

Chapter 8: Escape from Rome

Chapter 9: Paris Occupied

Chapter 10: Working for Hitler

Chapter 11: Argentina

Chapter 12: Deep Sleep

Book Review:

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Acknowledgment

Special thanks to my very good friend, David Cado for allowing me to use his name for the main character. To the best of my knowledge, there has never been a Cado associated with the Mafia. 

But, just in case there are some Cados in the mafia who aren’t happy with this book; my name is not really

Darryl Breland and I don’t live in Mississippi.

Preface

Readers will have the option of purchasing Unlucky Double as a complete set of work, or they may purchase the book in parts. Part 1 will be offered for free or for a nominal amount in order for readers to have a taste of the subject matter and reading style before purchasing. The remaining parts will be priced based on market value.

This story is told in the first person by a fictional character who was raised in the tough Italian district of New Orleans’s French Quarter during the early twentieth century. Realistically, such a character would have used less than correct language, so I hope that readers will not be offended by this realism. In keeping with this theme, history buffs will appreciate the fact that this story is intertwined with real historical facts.

My favorite historical subjects are the Mafia and World War II. Other interests of mine include time travel, possible future scientific and technological advances, politics, international intrigue, and world travel. All of these subjects are covered in this book.

It is my sincerest wish that enough people purchase this book that Hollywood will want to make a motion picture, and I will get to travel to all of the fun places described in this book as the consulting author—so buy one and tell all of your friends to buy one. Thanks in advance!

Books by Darryl Breland

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UnLucky Double Part One

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Madison, MS Relocation Guide

Introduction

2046 AD

The courtroom was filled with select reporters from mainstream media outlets who were known by the government for their history of favorable reporting. The prosecutor stood, waving his hand to control the hologram that helped him visually illustrate his oratory to the three judges. There was no jury of his peers for the defendant. Those days ended nearly a decade ago, as did most of the liberties that had been considered sacred by most Americans in the early years of the defendant’s life.

The defendant’s memory was accessed via the microchip implanted at the base of his brain, against his will, and transmitted wirelessly to a high definition, 3-D hologram. The microchip, euphemistically named the Life Enhancement Monitor, or LEM, was developed with the intention of monitoring a person’s health. For example, emergency responders would be dispatched upon the first sign of a heart attack. This simple device could save millions of lives and dollars and therefore could be justified as a mandate of the Affordable Healthcare Act, imposed by an executive order. Soon, everyone in America who received government benefits of any kind was required to have the LEM implanted. In time, the majority of Americans began to accept the LEM as a way of life. More and more uses for the LEM were developed. Before long, the LEM stored all of the host’s financial records and medical records, enabling a person to make financial transactions without having to carry a card or cash. More time passed, and the LEM began to be used by the criminal justice system to monitor people with criminal records and those under house arrest. Today, the LEM monitors are believed to prevent terrorist attacks and crime in general and even to control thought. The United States government points to the fact that crime is almost nonexistent thanks to the LEM. Liberty minded ex-patriots see things quite differently.

"You are about to hear and see a fantastic tale, provided directly by the defendant’s memory, that many of you will find hard to fathom; but when this trial is over, you will believe that this 147-year-old man is not a day older, physiologically, than he was one hundred years ago, and you will believe that the defendant is guilty of the charges of accessory to murder, crimes against humanity, and terrorism.

"Adolf Hitler officially died on April 30, 1945, but he didn’t. Hitler escaped by submarine, carrying about fifty men to Argentina, arriving in May 18, 1945. One of those men was… is the defendant.

"On May 27, three days before his ‘death,’ at the stroke of midnight, Hitler ordered his team to move according to plan. The details had been planned by head of Gestapo Heinrich Müller, right down to the clothes worn by the body doubles that would pass for the corpses of Hitler and his future bride, Eva Braun. The defendant was there. Together with Hitler and Eva Braun and others, he escaped through a secret tunnel leading away from the infamous underground bunker. The city of Berlin was on fire. Despite the explosions, they made their way to the Hohenzollerndamm in the Wilmersdorf district and from there they made their way to a boulevard that ran through the center of Berlin. A Junkers-52 transport aircraft awaiting them.

"The plane flew the defendant, the führer, Eva Braun, and others first to Denmark, then to Spain, and eventually to the Canary Islands. From there, they took a submarine to South America. About fifty people disembarked from two submarines around 11:00 p.m. on May 18, 1945, near the small port of Necochea, about three hundred miles south of Buenos Aires.

"Four men were there to greet them with pack mules and to help Hitler and the defendant cross the Andes Mountain to Argentina. They lived together in hiding at Hacienda San Ramón.

"One hundred years later, the defendant was discovered about six miles away in San Carlos de Barilche, not a day older than he was way back in 1945.

We know this is all true, because the LEM does not allow a person to lie.

Characters

Giovani Johnny Cado aka Cicero Friddi:

Angila Cado aka Maria Friddi

Carlos aka The Little Man

Silver Dollar Sam Perini:

Al Capone:

Charlie Lucky Luciano

Meyer Lansky

Frank Costello

Ben Bugsy Siegel

Vito Genovese

Albert Anastasia

Hans Fischer aka Scarface

Heinrich Himmler

Dr. Sigmund Rascher

Professor August Hirt

Chapter 1: Giovani Cado

Tell us about your life, beginning with where you are from and how you became affiliated with the Mafia.

My name is Giovani Cado, but my family called me Johnny, and my friends usually just called me Cado. I was born in Sicily in 1899, so I guess that makes me one hundred and forty-seven years old. Not bad lookin’ for such an old man, right?

When I was just ten years old, my father was murdered because of a vendetta or something like that. I’m not sure what that was all about, but my mother and I moved to New Orleans, Louisiana, shortly thereafter.

I loved New Orleans. My greatest desire is to return there one day, but that ain’t looking so good about now. There was always a way to make an easy buck in the Big Easy. My best friend was Carlos. We made a good team, working together scamming tourists in the French Quarter. We became excellent pickpockets.

We learned at an early age that the Italian section of the Quarter was run by a man of honor, a man to respect: Don Matranga. Everybody either worked for the Don or paid him for protection.

By the time we were twelve or thirteen, Carlos and I were paid to break storefront windows of merchants who were behind in their payments to the Don.

When we were sixteen, we divided our time between making money and making it with broads. The Quarter had a steady stream of drunk gals willing to let us take a load off - drunk college gals & drunk country gals visiting the big city, and even married women whose husbands were passed out drunk or chasing other tail. Sometimes we would have two, even three different broads in one night. Then we got smart and started collecting from the husbands to find them some tail, and sometimes while they were off banging hookers, we would bang their wives. It was great.

As we got older, petty scams and picking pockets wasn’t providing enough for us anymore, so Carlos and I began committing house burglaries. We