The Joy of Revenge

CHAPTER 165 Demon
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The guilt was killing me. This wasn’t what I had in mind.
But I needed to kill two birds with one stone. A massacre would hide the fact I killed almost twenty people at the barn while it would scare Thomas Martin into signing the pharmacy to me. All Demon and his gang had to do was kill them and get that deed of sale.
Yeterday, I had Lisa send a message to the head of the civic group who fought for female rights to spearhead a gathering at Highland Oaks in the name of justice. It wasn’t long before I heard the whispers that people would be assembling right after my father’s wake. When Link said there were people already at his residential community, I pretended to be surprised.
Despite the disapproval of Henry, I met with Demon at the gas station at the exit to Bismarck. Demon was a drug dealer of mine who dealt to the lowly addicts at the seedy part
group of of the city. He got his name for wearing a st upid devil mask when he was with his thugs.
“I need you and your friends to cause a little mayhem at Highland Oaks. In return, I will make it worth your while,” I said.
“Highland Oaks? The sno tty neighborhood in your town?” He asked.
“Yes. There will be a crowd gathering there. I need you to make the people believe a massacre has happened. You know… make-believe… pretend.”
“Pretend? What do you mean pretend? You kill people or you don’t. There’s no such thing as pretend,” Demon argued.
“All you have to do is shoot at anything, but people. They’ll think you’re murdering a bunch of them when in fact it’s all staged. Then, I come in, throw some dead bodies in the area and we have a massacre. No one will have to know it’s fake.”
“There’ll be so many eyes. I mean, you can’t fool a bunch of people by sc at tering car on the road. And how am I and my crew suppose to get in and out of that area? Once the po-po
arrive, we’re done for.”
“There’s a hidden door concealed in the wall that fences the back of Highland Oaks,” I said,
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friends will be needing motorcycles to get there. The door is in between two large oak trees. right around this area.” I pointed a finger on the location of the door on the map. “These numbers right here is the combination to the security panel hidden behind a loose brick.”
“Fire away… But don’t hurt people, huh, MC?” He asked.
“Yes. See you get it,” I said, pleased. “When the people living there here the gunfire, they’ll be scared. See, pretend.” I moved the map and pointed to Norma’s house. “While your crew scare off the people into hiding, I need you to enter this house and get me the deed of sale to a pharmacy. You can kill everyone inside this house.”
“Hold on. I thought we couldn’t kill people,” he said.
“You can’t except for these people living in this house. Once you get me what I want, leave.”
“I need a down-payment. A brick of crystal meth,” he negotiated.
-I opened the center console and took out a brick.
“I need you guys to be there by midnight,” I said, holding the brick in front of him. He reached for it, but I moved the brick away from his hands. “Do we have a deal?”
“Yes. Just give me the drugs.” I shook my head.

“How many of you should I expect?” I asked.
“Me and eight others. Don’t worry, we’re gonna pack some serious heat,” he assured me. handed him his brick.
“Tell your friends not to hurt anyone,” I said.
He placed the brick in his satchel and took the map. “No problem.”
Actually, this was a problem. Demon wasn’t answering any of my calls and I didn’t know
where he was.
I was headed to Bismarck later in the day, anyway. I’ll find that as shole and inject him with his favorite juice.
To distract myself, I volunteered to serve hot chocolate to help calm the people. I was done serving almost everyone a cup when the Sheriff and his men came out through the gates, all in tactical gear, with their weapons in tow like military men in an action movie
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The people gasped, then quickly broke into an applause, cheering the gallant men in uniform. The press came running towards them, with mics or cameras in their hands.
“Sheriff, have the shooters been contained?” A woman asked.
“Yes, the suspects have been neutralized,” the Sheriff answered, “except for one, unfortunately. We have been going from yard to yard and from household to household, searching through the trees and bushes looking for the one suspect. Currently, there are checkpoints in every entrance and exit in town and I assure everyone, we will not rest until we find him. In this town, we don’t take terrorism lightly.”
The people cheered and applauded.
I smiled. Everything was working out beautifull
From the corner of my eye, I saw Link walk up to the crowd with a cup of hot chocolate in his hands. He had a ga sh on his forehead from tripping after the power was cut.
I walked up to him, sipping on my own cup of hot chocolate.
“I should shake your hand, Link,” I said. “You saved all those people.”
“All in a day’s work,” he said. “Since Highland Oaks is shooter free, I better go back home. We’ll talk business later. See you, Mayor.”
I scowled. There was nothing I could do as of the moment. The press was here.
to wait until later.
Judging from what I know of Link, he’s going to make sure I pay.
Demon
Twas a complete mo ron. I was chained up in what looked like an old basement, blood dripping from my arm. My wound was burning like a mo therf ucker, but all I could think of was shooting up.
Earlier, I decided to go straight to the mansion to collect the rest of my payment even though MC told me he would pay me at the gas station later in the day.
But I couldn’t wait. I needed to leave and I needed to leave now.
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All my friends were dead and I knew their families were going to look for them. They definitely going to kill me when they find out they’re all dead.
were
As I slowed down to turn onto the road that led to Cohen Mansion, I felt a sudden force go right through my right shoulder. I lost control of my motorcycle, toppling onto the hard concrete road.
It felt hot… so hot. I reached over and was shocked to feel something wet. I raised my fingers to the light and saw blood.
The next thing I knew, there was someone standing over me. He hit me with the butt of his gun, rendering me unconscious.
When I woke up, I found myself handcuffed and chained, in this empty basement. There were По
windows, just a single incandescent bulb, lighting the whole room.
Suddenly, from above, I heard the basement door swing open. Then, I heard footsteps. coming down the stairs. I had no clue what this as shole wanted from me. I mean, I didn’t have anything of value on me..
He was s
somewhat tall, had a muscular build. He was wearing a plaid shirt, jeans and work boots. I couldn’t see his face or his hair since he had a ski mask on. But I could see his eyes.
He had chocolate brown eyes.
“Good, you’re awake,” he said. In one hand, he had a small, foldable chair and table other, he had a basket with certain provisions. I couldn’t see much of what was insi basket, but there was a water bottle sticking out. He placed the basket on the floor, proceeded to set up his chair and table in front of me. After he was done, he placed
basket on the table and sat down.
“This here’s food, water, and some medical supplies,” he said. “You be a good boy and tel what I need to know and I’ll feed you, give you some water and tend to your wound. You me nothing and you get nothing. Understood?”
I nodded my head. I was thirsty.
“What’s your name?” He asked
“Demon,” I answered.
“You’re real name…”
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