I did meet Masterful, and at the time knew him as “Greg.”
We had a very romantic and passionate love affair. It was like living in a fairy tale.
We lived as husband and wife.
It lasted from July until October 15 th .
What he failed to mention in all our conversations was that he was in the witness protection program. He was under the watchful eye of the FBI and the Justice Department.
Every move we made was monitored. We had an agent with us at all times. (I knew none of this, at the time.) October 15, 2001 The Day My World Stopped
We made love that morning as usual, but he seemed pre-occupied .
I asked him if I done something wrong. He gave me his usual, million dollar smile and said,
“No baby, you’re perfect.”
He did tell me he had to testify at a Grand Jury hearing later in the day. It didn’t seem like a big deal, he said it so matter of fact. He didn’t say why and I didn’t ask.
“Should I come with you,” I asked
“Yes, of course,” He said
So at 1 PM sharp with me sitting in the waiting room, Greg did his thing.
When he came out of the room, there were a lot of people around him. They were patting him on the back and giving him high fives, for a job well done. I felt so proud.
We exited the courthouse, with about 20 others.
We were walking hand in hand, as we usually did, down the courthouse steps.
A fire cracker or a car backfiring was the next thing I heard.
I felt myself being pulled down. I looked at Greg and he was falling and bleeding.
The next thing I remember, men on top of me.
I was still holding Greg’s hand, when I felt his life slip away.
When the ambulance arrived, I knew it was too late.
They put him on a stretcher and covered his face. I asked to ride with him, but they told me no.
I was then put into a black Impala, with 2 FBI men and driven to the hospital.
The doctor verified that I was physically ok, but in shock.
I refused all medication. I wanted and needed to be alert and aware.
All I wanted to do was see Greg. I wanted to kiss his lips again. I wanted to see him smile, that special smile he had, when I entered the room.
I never saw him again.
I took great comfort in knowing that Greg loved me.
He expressed it every minute of every day.
Not what I looked like or how much money I had.
The real me, my heart, my soul and my mind.
We fell in love online.
Months before we ever saw each other.
I was driven to a “safe house” and all my belongings were already there.
One agent stayed outside, while the other was making coffee.
The next to arrive was a female agent. She kept asking me if I needed anything.
“I need to go home,” I told her.
“Not right now, maybe in a week or two,” was her reply.
A week or two was out of the question in my mind.
I wanted to get the fuck out of there ASAP.
It was for my own safety they assured me.
Well, I wasn’t suicidal.
Who were they keeping me safe from?
The agent brought me a cup of coffee.
Trying to keep it together, I started my line of questioning.
What the fuck just happened?
Where was I taken?
What was Greg involved in?
They never told me anything.
Their reasoning was, I wasn’t his wife or next of kin
They were right, I was his lover, nothing more.
I never even knew his last name. It was something that never came up.
After being there about a week and finding out nothing, I decided to leave.
That morning the female agent handed me an envelope with some money inside.
Inside the envelope flap the name Billy was written.
We made eye contact and I understood. Greg’s real name was Billy.
To me it was a bribe, to never speak of these circumstances.
She took me to buy a car. I bought a VW beetle. I figured I would get good gas mileage.
Instead of heading North, I decided to go west.
I was a SINNER, so Sin City, here I come.
I arrived in Las Vegas in the evening.
I was immediately mesmerized by the lights and the excitement of that town.
I checked into a motel, off the strip.
Solitude, rest and mourning was what I needed.
I replayed, his murder, over and over in my head.
Never quite knowing the why.
As an Italian who watches TV and goes to the movies,
I knew it was a “hit.”
Somebody didn’t want him to testify. I don’t know for sure, it’s just my opinion.
It never even made the newspapers. Odd don’t you think?
Greg was so full of life, so I decided to live life for the both of us. Tommy Castle
I met Tommy Castle, a casino boss at Caesars, the beginning of November.
I entered the casino and we immediately made eye contact.
Wow, was all that came to mind. He looked huge behind the podium.
He was very handsome and charming. We immediately clicked. It was love/lust at first sight
We had romantic dinners out, we rode the waves on his Pacifica, we went out dancing, we traveled and he treated me like a Queen.
I became his lady almost immediately. We did everything together.
I moved out of my motel room and into his penthouse. This was another holy shit moment. I won’t soon forget.
The week of Thanksgiving, I wasn’t feeling well. Tommy insisted I see a doctor. The doctor examined me and said,
“Congratulations you‘re pregnant.” I almost fainted.
I was pregnant with Greg’s baby.
I didn’t tell Tommy right away. Told him I had a “bug,” nothing to worry about.
Two weeks later he asked me to marry him. I told him I couldn’t marry him.
I was carrying another man’s child.
I told him the whole story, and he still wanted me.
We married in a little chapel December, 2001.
On May 27, 2002 I delivered a healthy, beautiful pair of twins. Tommy was right by my side. He was ecstatic.
On their birth certificate Tommy wanted me to list his name as father. I didn’t feel that was right thing to do.
Their birth certificate lists their daddy as unknown.
My maiden name is their surname.
Our love didn’t last either.
We were officially divorced in 2012.
We will always have a special place in our hearts for each other. He is still very supportive and generous towards me and the twins. The rest of the players in the story
Mike married a woman he met online, sadly he died of pancreatic cancer in 2007
My older daughter, Dawn is 20 and married, she hasn’t spoken to me since I left in 2001.
My older son, Christopher and I, always remained close.
He died in a car accident in 2009, he was 16. (ily)
Tommy is still a big part of Zack and Hannah’s life, he is the only father they know.
He treats them like his own.
This is my story. It’s not the prettiest story, but life is messy.
Thanks to those that have hung in here with me. The journey for me was long, and at times very painful.
But, as Tommy told me more than once, “It’s your story. Write it to express, not to impress.”
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