The Joy of Revenge

CHAPTER 132 Poor Judgement Pete McDowell 60%瓶 I was in Bismarck, seated on a tattered sofa in a warehouse, seething with rage. Not only was I recovering from injuries, a number of the mercenaries I employed have wound up dead. After switching with an actor who resembled me, I followed him to the airport, hoping to catch whoever I suspected was following me, but to my utter shock, the person who I followed from the restroom was not the same man. I asked the man where he got his suit and he said a man in the restroom paid him a thousand dollars to switch clothes with his friend. I rushed-back to the restroom and found it empty. I quickly called the actor’s manager and asked for another to impersonate me. Luckily, he was able to find me another actor just as the private plane I chartered landed at the airport. I had the pilot fly him to the Bahamas where a group of my men were waiting for his arrival. He was passed out drunk on the beach when my men took him. They dragged him to a boat, slit his throat and threw his corpse into the bottom of the sea. I told my men to stay put, just in case anyone came looking for me. The following day, my men notified me a small group of male tourists arrived on board a private plane who seemed to be moving from one hotel to the next. I ordered them to kill the male tourists, but after that call, I didn’t hear from my men again. As for the missing actor from the airport, I received no word of his whereabouts. No doubt whoever took him must have killed him. Anyway, he was the least of my concerns. After speaking to my capos and leaving traces of myself in each state of the WNCS, I made my way to Texas under the name Luis Villegas, my father’s most trusted capo. Once I arrived, I bought several prepaid phones and made a phone call to Cris. “Hello Cris. Miss me?” I greeted him when he answered.

“Why the f uck are you calling me? If Liam finds out, he’ll kill me,” Cris growled. He was still angry at me for betraying him. “I need you to go to Huff Hills and clean the place… oh, and free those two b itches you left in the basement,” I instructed. 1/6 MG. CHAPTER 132 Poor Judgement “Why the f uck would I want to go there? I killed a girl there, remember?” 60% “Stop being such a pu ssy and clean the place up. Call the cleaners, if you don’t want to do it yourself. There shouldn’t be a speck of my cu m on any of the-” “Where are you anyway?” Cris asked, interrupting me unexpectedly. I’m out of reach,” I answered candidly. “Cris, just do what I say. I’m expecting company and I need the mansion spotless. While you’re there, destroy all the videos. There shouldn’t be any evidence. No one should know about our little side hustle, especially Ortiz.” Fine. But this is the last time I do any favors for you,” Cris said dryly. “I mean it. I need to inget myself together and concentrate on the election.” s, Cris, you and I both know you don’t have the willpower to silence that voice in your head… kovou know… the one that’s egging you on to-

Shut the f uck up! Don’t you say another word,” He exclaimed harshly. I laughed at Cris ticeaction. He was so… sensitive. ould you don’t want me to say another word, then do as I say. Marla must have told whoever heraber about the mansion. By the way, I’ve hired some mercenaries to keep a look out for one rope suspicious. Don’t worry, they won’t hurt you. They know you’re coming to do some ining. hing. I gotta go. Right now, I have business to attend to. I’ll message you ing up befopbefore he could protest. For someone who liked it rough, he was su

er my phone the call with Cris, I called the man I needed to see, however he sai et with me becae because Ortiz was watching him like a hawk. condolences, Pedro Pedro, Lorenzo greeted me. “The news of your mother’s death br h great sorrow. ConCynthia was a great woman.” enzo was the considersgifdre of Dona Ortiz as well as the creator of our cyber-entertainme erprise. After watching thing the video of the brutal rape of Joy Taylor, he sold her video to chos on the dark web todo and earned quite a bit of money. lizing the earning potential otsal of such videos, he bought a small building in Houston which ved as his headquarters for thiot that kind of raunchy entertainment. Just like our fellow mafia Mexico who specialized in humanand and sex trafficking, he began abducting woman and had rh brutally raped by his men while while recording them live. The money poured in like he hit jackpot.in 111 2/6 M Gu CHAPTER 132 Poor Judgement 58% But, much to his dismay, someone snitched to Ortiz. He was given the choice to stop or die. He chose to stop. When Cris and I graduated college, he called me to help him continue the business. I had my mother buy Huff Hills mansion and there, Cris and I started making money off of our favorite pastime. “Thank you. Hearing your kind words warms my heart,” I replied. “But let’s get down to business. On the top of our agenda, I would like to inform you the BDSM video production is currently suspended until further notice. I have already sent you the earnings for this month, however, because of the circumstances, next month’s earnings may be considerably smaller unless Liam Cohen delivers on his promise,” I told him. “Pedro, speak freely please. What’s going on? Why do you need to suspend production?” He asked.

“De Vega has taken a girl who has information of my safehouse. I suspect he will be making a house call any day now,” I answered. “De Vega? I think you are mistaken. De Vega swears it isn’t him,” he said, pausing. I heard voices in the background. “Ortiz is calling for me.” Sh it! “I took the liberty of booking you a connecting flight to Chicago. Fly to Chicago, Pedro. There, you will find the answers you seek.” “Fly to Chicago? I don’t want to die-” “I have a small team already in place in Chicago, I assure you, De Vega will not understands you are under my protection.” “But, Lorenzo- “Ep,” he silenced me. “I promise you will thank me for this. Now go.” It was night time when I arrived at O’Hare International Airport where a black Cadillac w waiting for me outside. Aside from the driver, a young man in a suit was also with us, seate in the passenger’s seat. I tried to make small talk, asking them certain questions, but they kept quiet which I found disturbing. I wanted to get out of the car, but decided against it. I had to trust Lorenzo. After all the money I gave him, I knew he wouldn’t put me in harm’s way. 1 3/6 CHAPTER 132 Poor Judgement 58% I was dropped off at The Waldorf Hotel and was asked to change into the tuxedo hanging in a suite on one of the top floors. That’s where I bumped into Nicole. She appeared to have gone shopping although her face was an utter mess. Her make-up was all over the place, making her look grotesque. “Is Liam with you?” I asked her. I had a feeling he wasn’t because she was so annoying. “No,” she answered in her high pitched voice. “But I can call him. I heard he’s been looking for you.”

“Is that how you treat the person who pays you all that money you spend for your shopping sprees?” I asked, unzipping the small carry-on I had with me. I took out a bundle of hundred dollar bills and placed it inside one of her shopping bags. “There. To keep your mouth shut. Buy yourself some pretty jewelry to go with all those clothes you bought.” I turned to open the door of my suite, but paused before entering. “On second thought, give Liam a message for me, will you? Tell him… I expect him to honor our deal.” After changing into a tuxedo and messaging Cris, I went back downstairs and rode the Cadillac to an undisclosed location. After about twenty minutes, the car entered a car park of an unfamiliar tall commercial building. “Capo B astone Cadena, right this way please,” the young man said after ushering me out of the car. “Where are we?” I asked, feeling quite unnerved. “I was instructed to bring you here. You will be dining with Capo Ba stone De Vega o floor,” the man replied without even answering my question. I was frisked by one the guards before I was allowed to enter the building. It was quiet a totally empty… There was no one else inside roaming the lobby and there was no furnitur We took the elevator to the top floor where its doors opened to reveal a dark and empty commercial space except for a small dining table lit with candles where a middle-aged man in a tuxedo was seated… waiting for me. “I hope your flight was comfortable,” De Vega said, his voice low and rich, as he stood up to welcome me. The gray streaks in his dark hair were noticeable while his face was smooth and clean-s haven. He was muscular for a man his age and stood an inch taller than I.. While I quietly stood in front of him, he stared at me, studying my face. After a moment, h CHAPTER 132 Poor Judgement murmured, “You don’t look like your father.” “You knew my father?” I asked. “Oh yes,” he answered. “He and I were friends once upon a time. Your father was a man of authority… he believed he was a league entirely of his own. Unfortunately, that’s what put a target on his back. Sit

and have some tequila with me.” “Before I sit, I would like to apologize for taking your niece. It was poor judgment on my part, I apologized, hoping he’d accept my apology. “Poor judgement, you say? I can’t call it that. I believe it was idiocy and conceit,” he said, clearly insulting me. I wanted to head back to the elevator and leave, but I still had several unanswered questions. So, I nodded my head and pretended to accept his harsh words. “Since that has been taken care of… Please, take a seat, Capo Ba stone Cadena.” He gestured to the empty chair beside him. I sat down, turning my head to see if the young man who accompanied me was still behind. me. To my dismay, he was nowhere to be found. I was all alone with De Vega. my a My palms and began to sweat. I rubbed my palms against my thighs, trying to relax, but the movement made me feel more uncomfortable. I was so stu pid to walk into a trap. I was so stu pid to listen to Lorenzo when I was fully aware that he was a backstabbing, greedy s on ofa bitc h. I was so stu pid to think I was going to come out of this alive. “Cadena, hijo, wipe the sweat off your forehead, De Vega chided. “Lorenzo has given me strict instructions. I am only to do what he has asked me to do. I have prepared your father’s favorite. Tequila Patrón and enchiladas.” He quickly poured me and himself a shot glass of Tequila and clapped his hands. From the darkness, a man in a chef cap set down a plate of warm enchiladas in front of me. A wave of nostalgia hit me… it was as if my father was with us. “Eat. If you are afraid it is poisoned, I assure you poison is not my weapon of choice. I am not a pus sy. I like looking into the eyes of the man I kill. Plus, I made a promise to your 5/6 MG.

CHAPTER 132 Poor Judgement father. I swore I would not kill his wife nor child. I am a man of my word,” he said, downing the tequila. He sighed and poured himself another shot. “Your father always had good taste.” I relaxed, drank my tequila and began eating my enchiladas while he did the same, scrutinizing my every bite and my every sip. He was a gracious host, quickly filling my glass after every shot. However, halfway through my second enchilada, he suddenly clapped his hands. A group of men wearing nicely tailored suits suddenly appeared, surrounding us. I couldn’t believe it… I had the rug pulled out from under me. F uck… Why did I have to listen to Lorenzo? Chapter Comments 5 POST NOWNôvelDrama.Org owns all content.