Moshe

MosheCovenant of Ascent; Kosher Nostra; Book OneMirrah McGee Copyright © 2023 Mirrah McGeePublished by Mirrah [email protected] © 2023 Mirrah McGeeAll rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or distributed without the prior written consent of the author except for the use of quotations in a book review. Real names of places, athletic teams, entertainers, and brief samples of their work have been used for entertainment purposes. This publication is in no way endorsed or supported by those referenced. Gold Logo: nrey / Shutterstock.comCover Image: G-Stock Studio / Shutterstock.com To my authors-in-arms, Cee Bowerman and Ciara St. James: Thank you for including me on this journey into, not only a new genre, but a whole new world of characters to love, loathe, and root for. No one else I'd rather traverse the unknown with than you two! Contents Title PageCopyrightDedicationGlossary of Terms:Moshe “Avraham Avinu” Holofcener 1.2.Seril Manoff 3.4.5.6.7.8.9.10.11.12.13.14.15.16.17.18.19.20.21.22.23.24.25.26.27.28.29.30.31.Follow Me: Glossary of Terms:Adank – Yiddish; thank youAvraham Avinu – Hebrew; our fatherBeregitz – Yiddish; peeved and frustratedBubbe – Yiddish; grandmotherBubbeleh – Yiddish; sweetieChutzpah – Yiddish; colossal nerveDonne – Italian; womenFeh! – Yiddish; a word of disgustFercockt – Yiddish; fucked upFerimmter – Yiddish; an egomaniacFizehnish – Yiddish; a monsterGrobber – Yiddish; an uncouth personHoyber – Yiddish; a hunchback; a pitiful sightKinder – Yiddish; childrenKlippa – Yiddish; a trouble making wifeKosher – Hebrew; fit or properKosher Nostra – moniker of the Jewish MafiaKunnilemmel – Yiddish; a person of low mentalityMame – Yiddish; motherMensch – Yiddish; a person of integrity and honorMishegas – Yiddish; a crazinessMishpocheh – Yiddish; familyMomser – Yiddish; s.o.b.Nudnik – Yiddish; a goof; a nuisanceOsiyo – Cherokee; helloSarai Ima – our motherSchmuck – Yiddish; a penisShaifeleh – Yiddish; a dear, innocent child; a lambShlemiel – Yiddish; jerkShmok – Yiddish; penisShmutz – Yiddish; dirtShnorer – Yiddish; a freeloader; a moochShvegerin – Yiddish; sister-in-lawShviger – Yiddish; mother-in-lawTante – Yiddish; auntTate – Yiddish; fatherTokhter – Yiddish; daughterTuches – Yiddish; the buttocksVerklempt – Yiddish; overcome with emotionYenteh – Yiddish; a gossip; a busybodyYoksh – Yiddish; buffoonZayde – Yiddish; grandfatherZun – Yiddish; son Moshe “Avraham Avinu” Holofcener 1.“You seem to be under the impression that legit means soft. It’s a common misconception, I can’t fault you, really. I like to fly under the radar, Tim. I don’t want to give the feds or vice a reason to look at me and mine. So, my businesses are kosher to the penny. That’s why I can still operate less than kosher aspects without scrutinization. And this is where you fucked up. You mistook self-preservation and longevity for weakness.”Spinning my knife in my hand, I walk slowly and deliberately around Tim’s bound body. His face is bloodied and bruised, several fingers hang at odd angles and broken, his right leg is bleeding profusely from where The Pharaoh’s bullet penetrated the shin just below the kneecap. At this point in the proceedings, Tim should find my knife a welcome sight; however, he continues to tremble and produce piss from somewhere. The man must have a bladder the size of a watermelon.“Please, don’t do this, my family—” I bark a laugh at his choice in wording. The men standing at my back, snicker as well, knowing this man does not understand the meaning of the word family. I turn my head to share an unamused smirk with my enforcer, The Pharaoh, and each of my kapitans, Jonah, Tevye, Zilv, and Ezra.“It’s always, ‘I got a family, think of my wife, my kids’. You forgot your family, that’s on you. It isn’t my job to look out for them. I’m not the man of your house. When you stole from me, you were looking out for yourself. And this right here, this is about me being the man of my house and looking after my family.”I swing my arm in a wide arc and slam the knife blade into the back of his neck, severing his spinal cord. His limp body sags forward in the chair, held in place only by the restraints.I crouch down in front of him, his eyes unfocused. Death isn’t knocking anymore, it busted down his door and demanded entry.“Your family will thank me when I deliver the news that you are dead. They will rejoice that they suffer under your rule no more. Who knows, perhaps I’ll let your wife Annaleigh thank me properly with her mouth. She’ll spread her thighs wide to welcome The Pharaoh into her neglected pussy for setting her free.”“Moshe, I think he died halfway through your monologue. Too bad.” My younger brother Zilv remarks with a tsk. “Some of your best work.” I ignore him, standing up and walking to the mirror just outside the rooms we use for interrogations. Shit. I’ve got shmutz on my pants. And my shirt.“I’ve got to go, mame and tate will have my hide if I show up like this.” I wave at the dead man and the mess that surrounds him. “Clean this up. Jonah, go to his house and inform the wife she is now a widow.”Jonah laughs, “Am I to accept thanks from her mouth or pussy?” I round on him and point my finger, even as he holds his hands up in surrender. “Just a joke, Avinu.”I drop my hand and smooth out my suit. “We are theatrical to increase their pain and suffering, we never lay hands on women without their expressed consent.”“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Jonah shakes his head, “our mothers, aunts, sisters and cousins would line us up execution style.”“Except they’d shoot the heads of our dicks instead.”“There is nothing sweeter than a woman who spreads her thighs willingly, the warm wet welcome of her cunt as you slide inside—”“Can you not, Tevye. I can’t go to the children’s hospital charity dinner with a cockstand.”“You could, they would probably just ask that you write a check next time instead of showing up.” I smack him on the back of the head and make my way upstairs to the basement of the office building of Mishpocheh Consortium. My driver,