The Joy of Revenge

CHAPTER 128 Purse
Link
I thought North Dakota was going to be boring, but it turns out it’s much more exciting than California. Here, we were playing with people, toying with their relationships, messing with their heads. Back home, we would be hung by our testicles if we tried doing this to any of
our mafia brothers and sisters.
But here, in this small rural town, we had full reign.
I always wanted to be part of a bit and I feel blessed Beaufort included me. Usually, it was either S
Sam or Max working with him, while the rest of us assisted. It was disappointing, but we understood. Sam could move around like he was invisible while Max could practically do the same… which made those two Beaufort’s most valuable assets.
“Stealth is your greatest ally. Beaufort’s words of wisdom.
When I got the call to move to North Dakota, I didn’t hesitate. I immediately volunteered. my services, hoping Beaufort would realize I was as indispensable as Sam or Max, then maybe, he would finally include me in all his missions. Sure, I was valuable to him as his lawyer, but I wanted to earn his respect as an assassin… and I vowed I would gain his respect before we all had to go back to California.
Truly, this week alone has been mind-boggling.
From killing a woman in her home to setting the funeral home on fire…
From murdering a man in his hospital bed to torturing a driver for information…
I swear, without the three big bosses watching over us, we had the freedom to act as we saw
fit.
No wonder people wanted in. Even sn otty Emma Caruso found her way here, playing the dutiful nurse bit. I saw her mouth, “Babysitter,” as she walked past me earlier.
I didn’t mind babysitting Nicole Davis. She was in danger which meant there was a chance I would see some action. Plus, this hospital was in the middle of a murder investigation. Roaming these hallways gave me the opportunity to gather information,
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or the other, so these women would open up to me.
And in a matter of thirty minutes, I found out that some of these nurses took drugs to stay awake. Surprisingly, one of them even told me who their dealer was, pointing at him as he walked towards Emma.
It wasn’t shocking watching Emma make googly eyes at the man who these other nurses called their go-to person for meth. Drugs and smuggling were Domenico’s area of expertise. As they say, “Like attracts like.”
Since Junior Nurse Administrator Crystal Meth sent Emma home, I decided to stay until sunrise, then have someone else guard Nicole while I got ready to represent Ford Martin, the alleged nurse killer. I haven’t received his call yet, but I was sure he was going to make that
call soon.
Just when I was thinking this may end up as a slow night, out of the blue, Autumn came to alert me that Emma was in distress.

I was seated in one of those hard hospital chairs along the hallway, playing games on my phone, when Autumn suddenly sat down beside me, sipping on a cup of coffee. I noticed she was wearing latex gloves.
“We have a 9-1-1 situation. Emma has her hands raised above her head, standing in the parking lot beside those two old trees. It’s Hartman,” she mumbled while her cup was ir between her lips. “You help her while I take care of the footage.” She quickly stood up. walked away leaving a folded sheet of paper on the chair she vacated.
Good thing Beaufort had me dip my fingertips in silicone. No fingerprints.
I pocketed the sheet of paper, stood up and walked to the nurse’s station.
“I’m just gonna grab a cup of coffee downstairs,” I said. “I’d really appreciate it if you keep an eye on Miss Nicole.”
“Sure, Link,” the pretty brunette named Bea said, smiling. “Anything for you.”
“I’ll see to it that I bring you a cup,” I said gratefully and quickly walked towards the stairwell. As I walked down the steps, I took out my leather gloves and put them on, feeling gloriously excited.
This was why I was under Beaufort. I was a stone cold killer.
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I took out the sheet of paper and read it, knowing what I had to do. I’ll confirm Hartman’s identity first, then slip this piece of paper onto her corpse.
Quick thinking, Autumn.
I screwed on my silencer and tucked my gun under my jacket. It was time to play assassin.
I decided to use the service entrance at the side of the hospital to avoid being seen. Outside was quiet. There were no guards and there was no one driving along the streets fronting the hospital.
I dashed towards the two old trees, noticing Emma was speaking to someone hidden beneath the shadows. As I got closer, I discovered Emma was talking to an elderly woman who had a gun in her right hand.
Seemed like Domenico’s team was having a streak of bad luck. Beaufort repeatedly stressed
we should never underestimate the people we were dealing with. I guess Domenico and his
team never got the memo.
I darted around the trees to listen to their conversation. I made sure to only step on the
grass and not the dirt. I didn’t want to leave any shoe prints.
“Well, I can still retire rich. That’s where you come in. So, will you send me the money or
should I just kill you now?”
“You are barking up the wrong tree, Nurse Administrator Hartman,” Emma replied.
have that kind of money.”
Confirmed. The old lady was Hartman.
Hartman had some balls. She confronted a person thinking she had the upper hand just because she held a gun.
And she wanted money… lots of it. “When a person negotiates for money, you know they’ll double cross you once that money runs out.” Another of Beaufort’s words of wisdom.
Emma didn’t negotiate, instead she played the poor nurse part. I saw the old woman’s hand shake. That wasn’t what she was hoping to hear.
“Then, I’ll just shoot you now and tell everyone you confessed to the murder of one Theodore Cohen,” she said, raising her gun and aiming it at Emina.
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The old woman
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distracted, she didn’t notice me come up to her side. I positioned.
myself near her right hand and aimed at the side of her head.
“I don’t think so,” I murmured, squeezing the trigger.
She collapsed on the grass… without a sound. I quickly pocketed her gun and replaced it with mine, placing her fingers on the trigger and squeezing it. With that done, I patted her down, taking whatever was in her pockets, including her earpiece.
“Leave now,” I instructed Emma, “Autumn is already handling the CCTV footage. Don’t leave anything behind…. because I’m going to stage this as a suicide.”
Without even a ‘thank you, she left. Of course. Domenico’s team members have always been proud, especially the one named De Luca. G od, how I disliked him.
I slipped the piece of paper into the old woman’s pocket, unscrewed my silencer and walked
away to look for her car. I messaged Autumn asking for the make and model of Hartman’s
car. She messaged me it was a Subaru parked in front of the gift shop right across the street.