The Joy of Revenge

CHAPTER 107 Emma vs Ford Emma St. Elizabeth Hospital It was after ten-thirty in the morning and I was standing at the nurse’s station finishing my charts. I kept looking at my wristwatch, anxiously waiting for the alarm to sound, but all was quiet. I rubbed my forehead, debating whether I should go and find Autumn so I could ask her if she was able to inject the IV bag with the co cktail I gave her. After I bumped into Ford earlier, I scurried away from the third floor back to the nurse’s station without even assisting Autumn out of the utility closet. I paused, covering my mouth with my fist in absolute horror. What if she’s still up there waiting for me to help her? G od, I was such an idiot. I forgot about the safety of one of my own. I wanted to kick myself for making a mistake. I knew Domenico wasn’t going to like this. I was about to go and check on her when I heard her voice. Without moving my head from my chart, I surreptitiously glanced at my surroundings, hoping to catch sight of her… just to confirm if it was indeed her. It was her… I let out a sigh of relief when I saw her characteristic black armor sleeves as she entered the ER. I continued scribbling on the form in front of me, trying to steady the nervous beat of my heart. I needed to be more careful. Autumn was the only person in this. hospital I could count on. Without her, I was basically alone. I volunteered for this assignment not because I knew I was right for the job, but because I wanted to work under the three underbosses again. Beaufort, Domenico and Primo had the thrill of what mafia life was supposed to be and after years of working a non-existent life as Domenico’s capo, I wanted to be in the middle of all the action once again. And after just a week, I finally felt alive! I never thought that it would be in this pitiful rural town where I would feel my heart beating painfully against my chest. This was what was missing from life… the

action! CHAPTER 107 Emma vs Ford firstborn child of the Famiglia Caruso, a family whose roots helped lay the foundation of the Blood Disciples, was given the privilege to serve as it was my birthright. None of my siblings could openly oppose the issue, although both my younger brothers initially believed a female like myself had no right to be in the organization. Well, I proved them wrong. Like all Caruso firstborns before me, I underwent training in firearms, explosives and combat. Because I was a girl, I had to train harder and more often than the men. My father, Don Emilio Caruso, didn’t want me to fail the three underbosses during our diciottesimo or the Blood Disciples’ version of celebrating one’s coming of age. He wanted me to be seen as an indispensable asset to the underbosses and not just someone from an important family.

Unlike any other regular diciottesimo, the eighteen year old children of the high ranking Blood Disciples’ members are given a mission to complete. If completed, we would be immediately inaugurated as high ranking members of the organization without question. However, if we were caught, the organization would wash their hands of us and if we failed, we would be remembered as those who brought shame to the organization. For our diciottesimo, Beaufort, Domenico, Primo, and I, were ordered to extract payment the Grim Reaper’s godfather, Nikolai Devin, had accrued for breaching the pact he made with the three bosses. We were tasked to kill his son as well as steal a diamond ring worn by his young wife… with her finger still attached to the ring. Unfortunately, our test wasn’t something any of us imagined although Beaufort, Domenico and Primo had already done something similar to the Angels of Darkness. The night before I left for the East Coast, my father sat me down and gave me some advice. He told me to listen to the underbosses, to observe and learn from them. He told me to make sure I voiced out my opinions and made suggestions. Every small bit of information was crucial for a successful hit.

Lastly, he reminded me to work as a team and to never leave one of your own hanging. Sorry, Autumn. We divided ourselves into two smaller groups. Beaufort, the best assassin of the Blood. Disciples, was tasked to kill the son while the rest of us were tasked to cut off the finger of the young wife while she was at the spa. We had to synchronize our efforts since one mistake would alert the whole Grim Reaper organization, making it more difficult to finish off the job. The killing part was Beaufort was able to neutralize our first target, Stefan Devin, from easy. almost a mile away after shooting all of his bodyguards before any one could alert any of his family members. According to Beaufort, he took down the bodyguards one by one, before he shot Stefan in the head while he sunbathed on his luxury yacht in the clear blue waters off the coast of Miami. CHAPTER 107 Emma vs Ford I, on the other hand, had to be the one to chop off the finger of the unsuspecting wife. In an expensive trendy spa in New York City, I posed as a manicurist while Domenico passed himself off as a masseur. When the young wife arrived for her appointment, she took one look at Domenico and asked for him to be her masseur for the rest of the afternoon. While she showered, I went through her things in her locker while Primo cloned her sim card and diverted all her phone calls and messages to another number so she wouldn’t be disturbed. After Domenico knocked her out with a sedative, I took a bone saw and cut off her ring finger where the beautiful diamond ring lay. It was a rare pink diamond on a simple platinum band, an important heirloom of the Devin Sem’ya, the ruling family of the Russian mafia. The bosses of the Blood Disciples wanted to take everything from Nikolai to prove a valid point. I felt so bad, I made sure I bandaged the severed area properly and elevated her hand to help stop the bleeding. During those tense moments, I decided to go into the medical field and become a nurse. And here I am… a nurse. A nurse who was actually trying to kill a patient… a patient who did everything in his power to cover up the fact that his darling boy was a rapist. “Look who I get to bump into again,” said a familiar male voice. I looked up and saw Ford Martin smiling

down at me. Ugh. I was hoping he’d be so busy with Theodore he wouldn’t have time to harass any of us, but Theodore was proving to be a very difficult man to kill. I came to work early this morning with an airtight plan along with a syringe filled with a lethal co cktail of digoxin and insulin which Autumn and I had to administer into Theodore Cohen’s IV Bag. His IV Bag was usually dispensed and changed in the morning by the one and only Ford Martin, the male nurse who every female nurse in this hospital abhors. New Salem was such a small town that even their hospital lacked the necessary technology to be called world class. Here, there were no automatic drug dispensing machines. Instead, the nurses have to go to the pharmacy to collect each patient’s prescription. Those who have been working here the longest are able to dispense medication for VIPs like Theodore Cohen while new nurses like myself and Autumn, needed to be evaluated before we were able to handle medication for such important people. Whatever I had to do went against my oath, but that a sshole hurt one of ours. Miss IT has CHAPTER 107 Emma vs Ford lived in such a tragedy. Usually, trauma like that makes a person implode from within. Not Miss JT. She used all her pain and came out a better person. going to take I checked my watch and noticed I had some time before the as shole, who was the fall for Theodore Cohen’s death, arrived. He usually came in at eight which gave me enough time to check on my patients and make myself pretty. My task seemed difficult, but honestly it wasn’t. I just had to wait and offer myself up as bait. I decided to visit Abigail Reynolds, the young woman who was said to have been in a vehicular accident before she was sent to the ER, an ER I believed had no capability to treat trauma of her kind. Based on my personal experience of patients who were driving before a road mishap occurred, blunt force trauma to the head was usually seen in the front along This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

with facial fractures and not necessarily in the back of the head. In Abigail’s peculiar case, I suspected there was foul play involved. I don’t know how all of the hospital staff could keep quiet, but since Abigail needed to be silenced, no one was doing jack s hit. As alway II’s mother was seated in the corner. She stayed with Abigail, day in and day would wake up from her coma. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that if er wake up, s she would be paralyzed from the neck below. Whoever did this to actly where to hit her. Every time I saw Mrs. Reynolds, I had to bite my tongue. g her the truth. Abigail’s prognosis wasn’t good and as much as I wanted to tell uldn’t. It would make me the next target. gail Reynolds caught my attention not because Beaufort asked me to check up on her om time to time, but because I caught sight of her file in Ford Martin’s locker… the same nurse who, at this very moment, was sneering wickedly at me. Right now, Ford was smiling like he didn’t have a care in the world. I smiled back at him. Soon, all of that was going to change. The Joy of Revenge