The Joy of Revenge

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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
in
enzo admitted. “I heard of this last month, but I did not conduct an. ccupied with our problems at the port.”
old.
.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