Dangerous Women MobiPocket (Kindle Format)

By Robb T. White

Violence, they often say, is a male prerogative. But someone forgot to tell women like “Baby” Frontanetta in the first story of the collection, or Francie, for whom robbing an armored car isn’t that big a deal, if only her lover will “man up” to assist her. Even parricide isn’t beyond the pale for her. There are the twins Bella and Donna, aptly named, as the narrator of “the Birthmark” will discover. There’s semi-literate Bobbie from West Virginia, a gorgeous lap dancer in a sleazy club in Cleveland, who knows what price men will put on owning beauty like hers. Come meet them all—the hustlers, con artists, thieves, and all-around trouble-makers; you’ll see what the women in these pages are capable of—but beware: they are not your mother’s “ladies.”

Genre: Murder Mystery Crime

Sensuality rating: 4

Cover Art by Mallory York

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Author: Robb T. White

“Baby” Frontanetta Runs in Circles


Feb. 4, the first ring: Chevrolet Center, Youngstown.

Regina Baby Frontanettas career as a strawweight didnt last long. She was the perfect size for the division, according to her brother Gennaro, because she never had to struggle to make weight like so many other girls who gained and lost according to their menstrual cycles or yo-yo dieting. Gennaro was also her trainer, manager, cornerman, and cutman. He bragged he had helped train Kelly The Ghost Pavlik at the South Side Gymor so he said.

Baby won her first three bouts before taking a last-second call from Krisztina Belinszkys manager to fill in at the Chevy Centers undercard when the number-eight contender broke her hand in a domestic abuse incident with her live-in boyfriend. The Hungarian was strawweight champion until she lost the title to Nanaka Takemitsu of Japan last year.

The hometown crowd exploded with cries of Ba-by! Ba-by! Ba-by! when she was spotted leaving the dressing room with Gennaro and a bucket man behind her. She smiled prettily when she trotted out to the center of the ring. She was the slender, pretty, blonde cheerleader in everyones high school, except that she was a grown woman wearing 8-ounce padded gloves and possessed of a formidable, ifin her casenot exactly lethal, skill.

The Hungarian was obviously quicker, her hands much faster. Some loudmouth up front shouted: Baby, you got to get off first! The crowd loved the double entendre and picked it up as a chant until even the cheap seats in the bleachers were stomping and their call echoed down to the squared circle, where Baby was finding herself overmatched and in for the fight of her life.

After the first round, Belinszky, known for foot skill and patience, heeded the advice from her corner and went for the kill. Baby kept walking into her opponents straight, stiff jab, which might have looked soft from ringside but was possessed of real snap at the end of it.

Babys eyes began to swell by the end of round two and her face turned bright red by the end of the third round. She heard Gennaros advice to Move sideways, sideways! while he applied the eye iron, but every time she did, there was that jaw-rocking jab. Her frustration showed in a head butt, hip thrusts, and cuffing her opponent. When the referee had to warn her again, he took a point away, which made the crowd howl and seethe with anger. By the fourth round, desperate, out of gas, Baby launched uppercuts and haymakers she was telegraphing from Market Street. In broken English, the Hungarian taunted her: Dat all you got? Dat all you got? The ringside crowd boiled with rage for their hometown girl taking a drubbing.

    The four-rounder ended with both fighters throwing punches after the bell. The ref had to separate them and pushed them to their corners. When the scorecards were tallied and turned over to the ring announcer, the referee held both women’s gloves in his hands and waited. Baby heard the unanimous decision and jerked her hand free before he could raise Krisztina’s in victory.

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