The Joy of Revenge

Chapter 169 Ace Up My Sleeve

Noah

Pete turned to enter the car, but, stopped. I assumed Pete would do as he was told without any objections, but I was wrong.

“Wait a second,” Pete said, turning back to face me. “You?” He pointed at me. “You become underboss and I have to leave? Do you think I’m an idiot? I won’t agree to that. So, no, we

don’t have a déal.”

“I don’t think you’re in any position to negotiate, Mr. McDowell,” the Colonel reminded him while he kept his gun aimed at Pete’s heart. “So why don’t you do us all a favor and gét in

the car.”

Yet, Pete didn’t move. He stood his ground and continued to stare at me, waiting for my

response.

I noticed that the anxiousness in his eyes from earlier was now replaced with cold, unadulterated rage. I took a quick look at his gun and found the safety pointing on fire. I aimed it at his head, daring him to challenge me.

“If I were you Pete, I’d listen to the Colonel. Get in the car and don’t do anything st upid,” I warned him, the sides of my mouth curving into a malicious smile.

“You can’t kill me, Noah, and you won’t,” he scoffed, lifting his chin defiantly at me. “In case you didn’t know, I’m a valuable asset to Lorenzo So much so, he negotiated with De Vega on my behalf.” He moved his lower jaw in a circular motion, slightly wincing from the pain the movement caused. “Yes, it was painful, but it’s water under the bridge now and I am free from any and all obligations tying me to Ariana De Vega.”

To my surprise, Pete took a small step forward towards the gun in my hand. There was a proud smirk etched across his hideous face and a wicked glint in his eyes. This crazy so nofab itch was taunting me to shoot him.

“Okay, I admit, we can’t kill you without a good enough reason, but we can incapacitate you,” I said, lowering my gun. I leaned towards the Colonel and pointed at Pete’s lower extremities. “Colonel, how about if you and I take the use of his legs? Or perhaps his feet? He could stay in bed while we-”

“Woah! Hold on!” Pete interjected loudly. “Before the two of you get any ideas and shoot me

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may I remind you, Noah, that there’s still a small issue concerning a certain Virtue Sullivan.”

“What do you mean, Pete?” I asked, annoyed.

“If, for whatever reason, I don’t show up to collect Virtue, I gave instructions to the delivery man to slit her throat,” he answered, a small smile tugging at the ends of his lips. “Since she seems to be very important to you, I somehow sense that a lifeless Virtue won’t be of any use to you. Am I right, Noah?”

F uck! I ran my hand through my hair in frustration. Needless to say, I had to rethink my plans and come up with a new strategy. For sure, I needed to keep an eye on this vulture, clone his phone and listen in on all of his conversations.

While I took a moment to come up with a plan to keep tabs on him at all times, Pete suddenly snorted with laughter, pleased at the apparent distress he was causing. As he continued to snort away, the Colonel and I looked on with disgust. The injuries he sustained from Ariana and her men made him sound like a pig with a bad cold.

“That’s right, gentlemen. I have an ace up my sleeve,” Pete said, after he composed himself. “So get this through your thick skull, Noah… I am still your boss. You, Capo Villegas, you work for me… whether you like it or not.” He crossed his arms in front of his chest, then

shook his head, acting like a disappointed parent scolding a child. “When this is all over, I’ll make sure you’ll pay for your mistakes. Maybe a good spa nking will do the trick.”

The Colonel chuckled, impressed that Pete still had the balls to threaten me when he was

outnumbered two to one. I rolled my eyes at the Colonel, urging him not to encourage Pete

any further. The Colonel coughed and quickly composed himself.

important to the Consigliere, but not important enough for him to disobey a direct order. For your information, Doña Ortiz instructed the

doubt the delivery man knows what you look like. All I

knows my voice. You won’t be

as I show up with his money, the goods will be delivered to me, no questions asked,” I said, cutting him off and

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Pete had began to sweat, a tell-tale sign that I had backed him into a corner. “The way I see it, you have two choices. You can either agree to the deal I so graciously offered you earlier or die

fear at the mention of Joy’s name. He was scared of her.

from out of nowhere, she has come back to haunt us… or rather, hunt us.

mock us

couldn’t shrug off the feeling that maybe Joy was indeed back for retribution. But the mere

guess the anxiety I was feeling showed on my face because Pete’s mouth curved upward into a knowing grin. “I can see you’re worried as well. What’s wrong, Noah? Are you scared your bestfriend might find out who

going to allow Pete to get into my

Doña Ortiz, I pointed out to her that there wouldn’t be a need to step aside if Joy presented herself. All Joy really needs is a

the one who killed my mother, do you?” He

the possibility.

for the idea, Pete. I’ll use that

doubted Joy was Cynthia’s killer. She couldn’t even kill a c ockro

alone a human being.

I was caught off guard when Veronica Ortiz mentioned Joy Taylor. I asked her how she came to know that name, but instead of answering my question, Doña Ortiz waved her hand dismissively at me, silently telling me that

concern me,

I told her Joy was a sweet girl who couldn’t hurt a fly. Although Doña

Iov

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Péte’s frightful eyes and decided it would be better if he feared

Taylor.

big enough grudge, Pete,” I remarked. “If she’s back to take

things along or I would be stuck trying to explain who Joy Taylor was and I didn’t want to reminisce about a young girl with

bloodied face and torn gown, but I quickly composed myself. Joy Taylor was

time for

passenger’s seat while I assist this tub of lard into his seat?” I was going to teach Pete

understanding, lowered his gun and walked to the other side of

car.

hand and hit Pete on the side of his

I am. This was sanctioned by Doña Ortiz herself. So get your fat as s in the f ucking car

won’t be good to you injured,” Pete

about if I take this gun and shove it into your as shole? Ariana did say you purred like a

good to be f ucked from behind?” I smirked, remembering how Ariana and her goons defiled Pete

raised his hands in the

He gingerly entered the driver’s

the handle.

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