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The Joy of Revenge Novel Chapter 83

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Veronica Ortiz, Houston, Texas
I was seated in my office behind my desk at my Houston mansion wearing a white Chanel suit, one of my favorite pieces in my wardrobe. My long salt and pepper hair was styled in an ornate bun and a thick gold and diamond necklace rested comfortably around my neck. It was a nice sunny day and the breeze entering my office was welcoming.
When I was a child, I pictured myself as an astronaut or a teacher. I never wanted this life, but it was the only life I have ever known. Yes, I wouldn’t be able to afford this Chanel suit. on a teacher’s salary, but at least I could hold my head up high, proud of myself at what I have accomplished.
I sighed as I watched the trees sway with the breeze. Life never goes as planned. Instead of being a poor teacher, I was rich and lived in a glorious multi-million dollar mansion, but I wasn’t proud of myself. Not one bit.
If there was one thing I was proud of, it was my son. He moved away from this life and opted to be a doctor. He goes around the world fixing poor children’s smiles for free, his way of
giving back for what our family has taken.
Yet, things would be way worse if I didn’t sit at the very top. Before I became the Godfather, the Angels of Darkness was spiraling out of control. Pride is a nasty thing. Once a made man reaches a certain rank, he believes anything he does is just and right, even if he tra mples on the innocent. Power like that is ungodly.
My grandfather who was the Godfather when I was young always told me we may be considered criminals in the eyes of the government, but to the people who had nothing, we were seen as heroes. We should never force our will on others, instead allow them to make
choices of their own..
My family started their smuggling enterprise to combat the rising prices of goods. Employment was dismal and pay was even worse. Hard working people working double jobs couldn’t even afford to buy a nice television set for their family or an electric fan to fight the heat. With our smuggled goods, we provided them those luxuries at a price they could afford.
But the world suddenly became an ugly place, all driven by money and the need for power. When my father became the Godfather, he decided to reign over all criminal activity. Drugs, prostitution, gambling… he oversaw all. Yet, he wanted his minions to act in a civilized manner, killing those who overstep their limitations. This continued until my father died,
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shot in the chest, by those who believed his rules to be bu lls hit. When my brother inherited the position, he was so unlike my father, he allowed his members to run amok. This caused. problems with the neighboring reigning mafia organizations. So I had to intervene before it could get any worse.
It was a pity to watch my brother die. But those under the Angels of Darkness had to learn. there was a price to pay for their actions..
A knock on my office door interrupted my thoughts. I moved my chair to the center and sat up properly.
“Come in,” I said, fixing my Chanel suit. The door opened and in came my consigliere. He was my right hand, an indispensable member of the Angels of Darkness. Just like me, he had white in his hair, a testimony to our age. He was nicely dressed in a dark blue suit, but he had a grim expression on his face. Obviously, there was a problem.
“Doña, we have an undocumented delivery at The Blues Club,” Lorenzo announced unexpectedly. “It’s from North Dakota.”
“North Dakota?” I asked, puzzled. “From Pedro?” I detested the name Peter. He was born Rafael Pedro Cadena Jr., after my poor nephew. However, his mother believed it was in our best interest if he were to blend in with the Americans so the Blood Disciples would not find. him.
“No, Doña,” Lorenzo replied. “The delivery men said it was from a group called the “Tres Caballeros”. The men have already taken the cargo out. Wine crates filled with money. I estimate it to be over two million dollars. One had an envelope with this inside it.” He placed the USB on my table.
“Tres Caballeros… The three gentlemen, you say? Odd. Have you checked it for viruses?” I asked.
“Yes, Doña,” Lorenzo said. “It’s clean.”
“What’s on it?” I asked, intrigued.
“It seems there are problems in New Salem. I called De Vega to confirm. He told me Pedro apparently kidnapped and raped Ariana,” Lorenzo said sadly.
“What?! Why was I not informed of this?” I asked, grabbing the USB and placing it into my laptop.
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“It’s p
enzo admitted. “I heard of this last month, but I did not conduct an. ccupied with our problems at the port.”
.That was a big problem. It’s not your fault if you forgot. I, too, am ol anderstand,” I said, scanning through the contents of the USB. The problem would have cost me millions. I couldn’t let those sharks at customs take my ndise. “Have you called Pedro?”
y, his phone is off. Doña, I have more bad news. Pedro’s mother is dead and Theodore hen is in the hospital,” Lorenzo said. “I asked De Vega if he killed Pedro’s mother, he
enies it.”
Call Nestor,” I said. “Someone needs to explain why so much has happened without me knowing!” Lorenzo dialed Nestor’s number and put my phone on speaker.
“Doña Ortiz, what do I owe the pleasure?” He sounded amused to my surprise.
“Cynthia McDowell… is she dead?” I asked.
“Si, Doña,” he said. “Recently buried.”
“How did she die?” I asked.
“Shot at her own home by a s niper rifle De Vega smuggles,” he answered. I pursed my lips. Just like what happened to Rafael. Could it be the Blood Disciples again? I doubted it.
“And Theodore Cohen?”
“Abducted by Pedro,” Nestor replied. “He wanted to make a deal with Liam Cohen, so he took. him.” I grimaced. Pedro was turning out to be like his father. “A deal was made at the funeral home during Cynthia’s viewing, but a fire broke out. There was some sort of explosion which the firefighters are still investigating. Theodore Cohen was hurt as a result. He’s in the hospital with a strict no visitors policy.”
“I tried calling Pedro, but his phone is off. Where is he?” I asked.
“He fled. I don’t know where to,” Nestor answered.
“I need you to clarify this for me, Nestor. Did Pedro kidnap and rape Ariana De Vega?”
“Yes, he did. He admitted to the crime and I have a recording of him admitting to it,” Nestor answered. “To make a long story short, while he accompanied his friend, Cris Murdock, to
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Ariana at a club in Chicago. He offered her a drink and he shrugged him hurt, thus, to teach her a lesson, he abducted her and raped her, only to
as looking for her. He set her free, but the damage had already been done. m violating my limitations as a mere capo, but your underboss is more with kidnapping and turning women into se x sla ves for his utter amusement er than the business. It has gotten so bad he did it to one of our own.”
That’s alright, Nestor. I value your opinions. My father was the same with your father,” I said.
“Thank you, Doña, for your confidence. Unfortunately, my hands are tied. Although I have explicitly told Pedro not to, he repeatedly ignores my warnings,” Nestor said, sighing.
“You’re in charge, Nestor. If you find out where he is, give me a call. I will deal with this,” I
instructed him.
“Si, Doña,” he agreed and hung up.
So why
why were
we given money? Information like this is bought, not given freely,” I told
“Yes, about that…The money was sent by a woman named Joy,” Lorenzo answered, placing at piece of paper on my desk. “As payment. In return, she wants Pedro to die by her hand without any interference from the organization.
I took the piece of paper and read it. My nephew has been hiding his extracurricular activities. This woman must have been one of his many victims.
Like all women, I detested rapists. If it were me, I would cut Pedro’s penis off with a Bu tcher’s knife and let him bleed to death.
“I was about to ask you to check all chartered flights from the WNCS, so I could deal with Pedro, but there seems to be one who is willing to pay to carry out my plans. Tell the delivery men, I agree to her terms. And Lorenzo, tell De Vega to stand down. Joy will give him the revenge he seeks.”
“Of course, Doña. What else do you need me to take care of before I go?” Lorenzo asked.
“Send flowers to the grave site of Cynthia McDowell, something big and elaborate, so Pedro knows it’s from me,” I said, smiling.

The Joy of Revenge Novel by Sheila

The Joy of Revenge Novel by Sheila

Status: Ongoing Author: Artist:
*I didn’t know that night would become my worst nightmare. * It was my junior year in high school. After two years of being bullied, I was now finally accepted by my peers. I had finally blossomed into a lady and now everyone wanted to become my friend. But… the thing happened. I will never forget what happened to me that night. I will never forget that I wasn’t given the justice I deserved. I want revenge. I want them dead… So do my three lovers. The Underbosses of the Blood Disciples. * I knew Xavier was in love with Joy the moment he met her. However, it didn’t stop me or Cristos from falling in love with her too. “I doubt an empire will come crushing down because we love the same girl,” I said. De Luca looked at me, shocked. * “Do you guys steal money from other people?” I asked, completely shocked at his revelation. I knew Cristos was good with computers and encryption, I just didn’t know how far it went. “Sometimes. Sometimes we manipulate, troll, steal incriminating evidence. The usual.” “Our fake ID’s…did you make them?” I asked. I was impressed because they looked so real. “Judging from the monitors, it looks like a call center. How could you have the capital? The security to work without even being scared of law enforcement?” “Sebastian, Xavier and I were born into this kind of life. Since we were little, we were trained to work as a unit just like our fathers. Mama Rose isn’t just a simple housewife. She is also part of the organization and sits as a third high ranking official,” Cristos explained. “Sebastian, Xavier and I are underbosses of the Blood Disciples, the ruling party of the West Coast Mafia. Our fathers are the bosses while our mothers and sisters are consiglieres. We are in training to become the bosses once our fathers retire. Sebastian is in charge of merchandise, ports, and businesses while Xavier handles the trash. I, on the other hand, am in charge of the virtual world. Anything digital goes through me.” * After leaving her small town, Joy Taylor gets a second chance at life and love when she crosses paths with three handsome young men in college. Now, she’s happy, prosperous, and in love with three beautiful men who think the world of her. It seems there’s nothing else she could ask for. Her life felt complete. However, she could never let go of the pain of her past. Especially when she discovers the four boys, who raped her during their junior year in high school, have done it again. This time, the young girl wasn’t so lucky. Her b*dy was found floating in a lake near town. Now, Joy is back in New Salem, seeking her revenge. Ten years may have gone by, but revenge has no expiry date. Unfortunately for Joy, things are not always what they seem.


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