Chapter 11 - Victoria Plans Her Revenge From A Luxury Motel Room
Locked away in a rundown motel on the outskirts of Queens, Victoria paced furiously across the stained carpet.
Her designer dress was ruined, her phone had been confiscated by federal agents, and her credit cards were frozen.
“They think they’ve won... they think they can throw me away like trash after everything I sacrificed!” Victoria hissed darkly.
She grabbed the room’s landline phone, dialing a burner number she hadn't used in over five years.
A raspy male voice answered on the other end after three long rings: “State your business.”
“It’s Victoria; the Vance family ruined my life tonight, and I need you to clean up a loose end for me,” she demanded.
“Cleanup costs double now that you’re a federal fugitive, Victoria,” the man replied with a cruel chuckle.
“Take whatever you want from my offshore Swiss accounts once the job is finished,” Victoria whispered urgently.
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“Consider it done; the boy and his mother won't see the sunrise tomorrow,” the voice promised before hanging up.
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