The Joy of Revenge

CHAPTER 117 Hit and Run
Xavier
I watched in horror as the delivery truck plowed through the intersection aimed at one car
and one car alone.
I may have told Max to run her off the road, but I didn’t order him to kill her. I just wanted her to be admitted to the hospital with a broken leg or maybe a couple of broken ribs, but I didn’t intend for her to die…well, not just yet.
Sure, she did something s tupid… She targeted Joy, but that was to get back at Noah.
Nicole was Noah’s kryptonite…
It seemed Nicole would go to great lengths to hurt Noah. I believed she was the one who would help me take him down…
After she had the time to cool off and think things through.
Luckily, Link came out without a scratch. He was in a white Audi SUV, driving alongside Nicole’s BMW when the truck sped towards them. He was able to veer away and stop just as
the truck hit Nicole’s car.
The BMW bounced up and down like a huge basketball against the hard concrete before exploding against a street light.
“Max, you seeing this?” I asked through our coms. He was a few cars behind me.
“Affirmative, X,” Max answered. “It doesn’t look like it was an accident.” He was right.
Obviously, Nicole had become someone’s problem and that someone put her on his hit list…
Which raises the inevitable question, who?
It couldn’t have been Liam. He valued his friends. His only beef was with Pete.
She seemed to be close friends with Dan although Cristos mentioned she annoyed him in a
way.
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That left me with only three men on the top of my head. The notorious underboss Pete, the ex-boyfriend Noah and the sa distic Cris.
Fortunately for Nicole, this attempt on her life made her a valuable asset to me.
She needed to survive.
up and
“I noticed when we were waiting for the light to turn green, the truck had its hood.
the driver had his head stuck underneath like he had car trouble. He was gesturing to the
cars behind him to drive ahead,” I said, as I quickly drove my car off to the side. I needed to
get to the driver of that truck.

I took off my seatbelt and exited the car.
“Maybe the truck driver was stalling purposely…. waiting for her,” he replied. “X, I’ll drive ahead and park my car at the convenience store. Holler if you need me.”
I ran out to the middle of the intersection and saw Link on his phone, walking towards a lone female body in a blue and white dress lying with her back against the cold hard pavement. Her legs and arms were splayed out and she wasn’t moving.
“I need an ambulance at the intersection of Main Street and Prairie Avenue. There’s been an accident. There’s one victim lying in the middle of the street, female, possible spine and head injuries,” I heard him say. “Of course, I won’t move her, just tell the EMTs to hurry.” He pocketed his phone and quickly walked towards me. “She flew out through the windshield her car. I’m guessing she didn’t have a seatbelt on.”
“How is she?” I asked.
“She’s conscious,” he answered. I heaved a sigh of relief.
“You deal with her,” I told him. “I’m going to go and have a small chat with the driver of that truck.” He nodded his head.
“I have a blanket in my car,” he said. “The operator told me to keep her warm, but not to move her.”
“Sure, keep her comfortable,” I said, nodding my head. “Don’t let anyone else near her until the paramedics arrive. And I need you to call our doctors. If it’s possible, I want her transferred to another hospital.”
“I’m on it, Bo,” Link said, before running back to his car to grab a blanket for Nicole
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I dashed towards the truck and saw a man emerge from the driver’s side. He was walking unsteadily, rubbing his forehead with his fingers. He was of average height, dark hair and tanned skin, with a mole on his right cheek. He was wearing dark blue coveralls and black
boots.
He was someone I’ve never seen around town before.
“Hey, you!” I yelled as I approached. He raised his head to look at me, the shock apparent in his dark eyes. He lowered his hand from his forehead and pointed at himself. “Yes you! What the f uck, man! Didn’t you see your light was red?” I asked angrily.
Instead of answering me, he turned around and hurriedly walked away from me.
“Don’t you walk away from this!” I yelled after him. He didn’t stop. Instead, he bolted. “Stop him! He’s trying to get away!” I yelled to anyone who could hear me. However, everyone was preoccupied. It was all up to me.
Thank goodness I had changed into my sneakers.
I chased after him as he ran across the intersection towards the direction of the hospital. He apparently knew there was crowd gathering there.
“Max, I have a dark haired man in dark blue coveralls headed towards you,” I said, panting as I ran. The f u cker was fast.
“Copy that, X,” Max said. “I’m across the street from you,” Max answered, “and I have eyes
the target.”
I glanced to the right and saw Max walking casually towards the driver who was desperately trying to reach the crowd. The assembly of people were so near that I could hear them chanting prayers for Theodore Cohen.
Just before the driver could enter the dense mob through a gap between a group of people, Max quickly positioned himself in front of him and with one fluid move, struck the man in the neck, right at the Adam’s apple.
The driver fell back, clutching his neck while gasping for air. He tried to call out to the people, gesturing for them to help him, but his pleas were ignored.
Max quickly pulled him up, twisting his arm around his back. The driver howled in pain, but his cries were drowned out by the cheers and chants coming from the townsfolk.
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I stopped underneath the trees along the sidewalk, away from the street lights, to catch my breath. Without loosening his hold on the man’s arm, Max pushed him towards me. Fortunately, we were well hidden in the darkness.
I patted him down, looking for his wallet or a phone. I found his wallet in his back pocket and his phone in a pocket up front. I pocketed the phone before searching for any
identification.
“It says here your name is Miguel Hernandez,” I said. “Born in Mexico City, thirty-eight years. old, current address is in Houston, Texas. What are you doing all the way in North Dakota, Miguel? I waited for his answer, but he refused to open his mouth.
Max pulled on his arm. “Answer him or I’ll break your arm!”
“I was called to fulfill a promise,” he cried out.
“A promise to whom?” I asked.
“I can not tell you,” he replied. “I am sworn to secrecy.”
This as shole was a member of the Angels of Darkness!
“Get him out of here,” I told Max. “I want you to find out everything he knows. I’ll go back to
the intersection and tell everyone I lost him in the crowd. You know what that means.”
“That means you and I are going to bestfriends, amigo,” Max said, smiling.” And I can promise you, we are going to have lots of fun together. Later, Bo.”
I ran back to the intersection, thankful the paramedics and the firemen were already there. Surprisingly, Jack was also there, overseeing everything.
“Undersheriff, oh thank Go d, you’re here,” I said, catching my breath. “Lchased after the driver who hit Nicole’s car, but I lost him in the crowd. He’s around five foot eight or maybe nine, dark hair, tanned skin, a mole on his cheek. He looked maybe around mid or late thirties wearing dark blue coveralls like a mechanic. How’s Nicole, by the way?”
“She’s over there. EMTs are prepping her up before they drive her to the hospital. I already got a statement from your attorney. I need to get a statement from you, Bo,” Jack said. I nodded my head. It appeared Jack was all business. Of course, he had a lot on his plate at the
moment.
“I
was dri
driving behind her… heading towards the hospital. When the light turned green and1/5
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her car didn’t budge, I h onked my horn to get her to move. I actually regret doing that now,” I said sheepishly. Jack patted my shoulder.
“This wasn’t your fault, Jack said. “So you were behind Nicole in that lane. Where was this
truck?”