The Joy of Revenge

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of an attempt to steal our cargo. I have made sure no one talks including Short combs and his deputies.” I noticed his had relax. I guess mas meities Caps Rastone would find ou about the heist and punish us for it.
And how about the men whose bodies are at the bottom of the lake the asked, without raising his voice.
“None of them work for Capo Ba stone. They were all employed by me, I answered 1 promise to eam back our losses and double up security. For now, Ell be unneling some of the campaign funding into our account.”
“That’s another issue that I have to discuss with you, my father said, shumming hits Hingers on his wooden desk. Aside from losing two million dollars and giving over a million dollars away to keep everything quiet, your popularity is dwindling. Sarah Flughes seems to be creating a name for herself. She has been seen speaking at Jack Emery’s neighborhood. promising them better amenities. May I remind you one third of the voting population live in that area, Liam.” I rolled my eyes at him.
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“Dad, I already have that covered. Just like last election, I’ll be buying their votes. As for their neighborhood, I’ve already signed off to fix the potholes in their streets as well as increase the number of streetlights. It’s a band-aid solution, but it will keep them from voting for Hughes.”
“Pretty up their playground too,” my father suggested. “Get it repainted and plant some. bushes or flowers in that place they call a park. By the way, where is Cris Murdock? He needs to work for the money we pay him. I haven’t heard from him since last week.”

“He didn’t show up last night and Lisa said he’s been gone since Friday. I assume he has been with Capo B astone,” I answered. My father shook his head disapprovingly.
“May Cynthia McDowell’s death serve as a lesson for Capo B astone,” he said which puzzled the hell out of me. He acted like he didn’t care.
“But with Cynthia McDowell dead, won’t there be a disruption in the delivery of cold medicine?” I asked.
No. It’s business as usual…now that Norma Martin will be purchasing the pharmacy.”
I leaned back in my chair. My father had an answer to everything.
My only problem now was Capo Ba stone McDowell.
Pete McDowell
The staff of the funeral home was setting up for the viewing. Flowers adorned the area, chairs were aligned in rows for the guests, and coffee and snacks were set up in the corner. I sat alone, waiting for the casket which held my mother.
G od, I screwed up.
The sni per rifle used was traced to the East North Central States division of the Angels of Darkness. Sure, I did have a disagreement with the underboss of the ENCS regarding one of their women, but to kill my mother and attempt to steal my money was a low blow. That I believed.
Before I left for the funeral home, I spoke with my capo, hoping he would agree to a retaliation.
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“You aren’t thinking straight, Pete. You’ll ignite a war, if you go into their territory with guns blazing,” my capo said. He was always calm and rational, always playing by the rules.
He never wanted to color outside the lines.
Well, that was after Joy Taylor.
“But they killed my mother! If I don’t retaliate, they will see it as a sign of weakness,” I argued.
“First of all, we aren’t sure it’s them. Yes, the gun found by the Sheriff is a gun they smuggle, but it doesn’t necessarily mean they pulled the trigger,” he rationalized.
“So you’re saying that a gun… that fell off a truck somewhere… just happened to be the same gun that killed my mother? Do you see how st upid that sounds? They sent someone to kill her to get to me. Plain and simple.”
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hey sent someone to kill you, but killed her instead. There, plain and simple,” he pointed out, turning the tables on me. “Anyway, why would they want to kill you or your mother? What the f uck did you do?”
“Cris and I, uhm, we may have kidnapped a niece of the underboss. I did let her go found out about our mistake,” I admitted.
“Did Cris or you touch this girl?” His voice was harsh, warning me not to lie.
“Maybe…”
when I
“Go dda mmit, Pete! You raped a niece of the underboss?! What is wrong with you?! You f ucking deserve to be hung by your balls!” He yelled through the phone, unable to contain his anger. He paused for several moments, breathing heavily, forcing himself to calm down.
I waited quietly, knowing I f u cked up. But still…
“I suggest you take the death of your mother like a man. You raped a niece of an underboss. This is your punishment.” He spoke in a hushed tone like I was child who was crying over a piece of candy.
“So you expect me to do nothing?!” I asked incredulously, not wanting to let it go.
“Yes, you little tw at!” I grimaced. I hated being called that. “Now tell me, where is Cris? That cu nt is causing too many problems.”
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“He’s at home, recovering, 1 answered. “He, ah, accidentally killed a girl. I usually have my men dispose of the girls, but-”
“I usually have my men dispose of the girls,” he said, mimicking me. “You’re pathetic.”
“F uck you! Remember, I’m still your boss! I can have you killed!” I yelled at him, aware it was useless to threaten him. He scoffed at me, knowing that was all I could do… pull rank.
My capo never respected me. But I didn’t care. I was still his boss whether he liked it or not.
“I swear on your mother’s grave, Pete McDowell, one morning, when you wake up, the first thing you’ll see is your severed dic k in my hand, he growled, replying to my empty threat. My eyes narrowed… I didn’t like the sound of that, not one bit. “Boy, you have gone too far this time. My advice? Play the grieving son, forget about avenging your mother’s death, be grateful they didn’t steal the money and keep your di ck in your pants.”
“How about Cris? You aren’t going to hurt him, are you?” Cris was my bestfriend and he and I understood each other. I didn’t want anything to happen to him.
“What about Cris? Don’t tell me you’re in love with him? You guys f uck each other too while
sharing a girl?”