The Joy of Revenge by Sheila
Chapter 68

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I looked at Bo, my expression confused. "I'm sorry, did you just say-"

The sound of glass shattering stopped me from finishing my sentence. I froze, frightened of the unknown. Yet, I figured it was someone who thought it was pretty funny to throw a stone through my window.

I was wrong.

It was weird though. When the bullet pierced my body, I didn't scream out in pain. Instead, it took several moments for me to realize I had been shot.

When my brain finally processed the unthinkable, it literally felt as if my insides were on fire... like someone had shoved a heap of fiery coals inside my body at various places. This made it difficult for me to actually pinpoint where exactly I was shot.

I collapsed into Bo's arms, distressed, frantic and in complete shock. I tried to say something to him as he cradled my head in his arms, but I couldn't replace the words to completely describe what I was going through. My body was experiencing something my brain was having difficulty processing while there was so much happening at one time that I couldn't focus on just one thing. Bo called for an ambulance, his expression terrified, his voice trembling and choked up. He gave me hope. The corners of my mouth curved into a small smile as I watched him breakdown in front of me.

I coughed, allowing air to enter my lungs, and felt the sudden excruciating pain at the right side of my body. I placed a hand on my wound, touching the gaping hole and the torn flesh on my side. I lifted my hand in front of my face, awestruck to see it covered with a sticky, warm, red substance.

My blood... That's my blood.

IV-areon

I looked up, my green eyes meeting Bo's. I searched for answers as I peered into his big beautiful caramel eyes, but found none

I couldn't understand how this could possibly be happening when I was so close to being happy again.

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struggled to breath. I wasn't going to die in Bos arms. I wasn't going to allow it.

I wanted to be with him... forever.

"B-bo-"

"Ssshhhh... It's going to be alright," Bo murmured. "It's going to be over soon."

I relaxed instantly, nodding my head slowly, believing in his words... that this will all be over soon. In a short while, I will be taken to the hospital and will wake up in a hospital bed, alive and well. All I needed to do was just hold on... for a while longer.

Bo gently brushed my auburn hair away from my eyes and caressed my cheek tenderly with the back of his hand. I quietly prayed the ambulance would arrive in time, so he and I could start living our lives together.

However, the corner of Bo's lips slowly curved into a disdainful smile. I looked up at his handsome face and found his eyes peering into mine... so sinisterly.

My body tensed up once again, seeing all his hatred, anger and disgust, clearly manifested in those bewitching caramel eyes of his.

Suddenly, I felt afraid... very afraid.

"The ambulance will take about ten minutes to get here. Before it arrives, you'll be long gone. You see, you only have five minutes left to live, Cynthia McDowell. Unlike your dead husband, Rafael Cadena, who died a relatively painless death immediately after I shot him in the head, I need you to stay alive for just a bit longer than he did, so I can tell you how happy I am that you are lying in my arms, bleeding out on your polished hardwood floors,

suffering tremendously as you succumb to your death."

My eyes widened, stunned at his revelation, then quickly narrowed angrily as the truth sank

in.

Long have I prayed to come face to face with the Blood Disciple who killed Rafael. Had I only known he was masquerading as a lowly grocery owner, Bo Xavier would have been dead. months ago... by my hand.

But if he was a Blood Disciple, then Dom and his cousin Chip must be high-ranking members of the Blood Disciples too.

I tried to open my mouth to say something, but he covered my lips with his finger.

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"I know, I know. You're angry I killed your husband and you're shocked a Blood Disciple underboss," he elaborated while placing a hand on his chest, "that's me, has been living in your territory for several months now... undetected. Actually, Cynthia, three Blood Disciple underbosses have been living here... observing and scheming. Tomorrow, this seemingly quiet town will have a lot to talk about. I can already picture your friends trying to console me," he said, his voice both calm and dismissive, "W-why?" I croaked. He chuckled and pinched my nose, utterly thrilled I asked.

"The million dollar question. Why the fuck are we in New Salem?" He lowered his head and whispered into my ear, "We're here, Cynthia, to avenge Joy Taylor." He quickly raised his head to look at my face for my reaction.

I shook my head. It couldn't be. The Taylors were a bunch of goody-two shoes. How was it possible they were connected to the Blood Disciples?

Bo answered my denial with a nod, confirming his statement to be true. "Oh yes, Cynthia.

You do remember Joy Taylor, right?"

I felt a tear fall from the corner of my eye. Even if my mind couldn't accept it, my body already knew there was no hope.

"You see, Cynthia, you, your son, and your per verted little friends brutally hurt the woman. who I am deeply and madly in love with. The woman I want to make my wife, hopefully raise a family and grow old with. You didn't need to have her raped. All you needed to do was accept you can't have everything in this world. But because you're an entitled little bitch, you had to go and touch Joy Taylor who didn't even know her father had land next to the lake,"

he snarled, his face contorted with rage. "From one mafia member to another, you should always remember to never touch innocence."

My body began to shiver and my breathing quickened. I felt weak and dizzy. I was going into shock. I raised one of my hands, clinging to his sleeve while my eyes begged for his mercy.

But to my dismay, I saw no remorse nor compassion on his face.

All I saw was complete and utter satisfaction.

'You want to know a little secret that you can take to your grave, Cynthia?" Bo whispered in

my ear. "That little tart with blonde hair driving the red Mercedes-Benz that you and your friends utterly dislike is Joy Taylor. She's back to kill your son, the men who raped her, and

the men and women who covered it up. I can guarantee Pete will be following you soon. You

can wait for him at the gates of hell."

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F-fuck... y-you... B-bo... Blood suddenly gushed out of my mouth, making it difficult to breathe. My hand, which was clinging on his sleeve, collapsed by my side while I choked on the horrid metallic taste of my blood.

He unexpectedly kissed my forehead, insulting me. "You wish, Cynthia. You wish." His reply was quick and snarky. "Goodbye B utcher's Wife and tell Rafael Cadena when you see him in hell that Capo B astone Xavier Beaufort sends his regards."

I wanted to scream obscenities at him, but I hardly had the energy. I focused my eyes on the tall ceiling of my house instead. It's true that your life flashes before your eyes when you're about to die. Mostly, it's the happy moments you remember, the moments you cherish so much that you try to hang on even if you are at the brink of death.

I remembered the day I first set eyes on Rafael. It was at the small cafe my family owns in Texas; the place where my father did business with his associates.

When my grandfather was still a young man, he was sent to the United States from Glasgow to begin criminal operations in the country, particularly drug trafficking. In the US, illegal drugs was a multi-billion dollar industry and the bosses in Glasgow wanted a piece of the pie. After my grandfather died, my father took over the business and entered into a partnership with the ruling mafia party of the Central States

The Angels of Darkness.

When Rafael walked into our cafe, I felt my heart s kip a beat. He was so handsome wearing a dark blue tailored suit which fit him to perfection. His dark hair was cut short, his face clean-s haved, and those caramel eyes... Oh, those luscious caramel

eyes.

When his eyes met mine, I felt myself melting under his gaze. He walked up to me, took my hand and kissed it.

"I have never seen a creature as exquisite as you. Your red hair reminds me of the sunset when the last rays of the sun linger in the sky and your beautiful green eyes look like the color of emeralds," he said. "I'm Rafael and you are..."

"Your future wife," I said, winking at him. From that day forward, we were always together until his death.

The final beats of my heart filled my ears while the light around me quickly disappeared, the darkness swallowing me whole. Before I let out my final breath, I asked God to take pity on me and to keep Pete safe.

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Rafael... I'm coming, my love...

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Luna-Mom

he couldn't help but feel smug

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Xavier is my n igger

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