The Perfect Revenge_A Thrilling Romantic Suspense

by Madyson Grey

  The Perfect Revenge

  A Thrilling Romantic Suspense

  Madyson Grey

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Epilogue

  Afterword

  About the Author

  Also by Madyson Grey

  Copyright © 2018 by Dungeon Media Corp.

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  Chapter One

  Holding her breath to keep from screaming again, Victoria was frozen in place. Rafael’s command to not move was unnecessary, because she couldn’t have moved if she’d had to. Rafael moved his hand slowly, ever so slowly, and put the transmission in Park. Then he reached carefully for his cell phone to call 911.

  The 911 operator took his information and told him she would dispatch an officer and a tow truck immediately. As they were quite a ways from any town, it took about thirty minutes for the tow truck to arrive. However, a state policeman was on the scene within five minutes.

  He assessed the situation from outside, and then got a tow cable from his SUV, carefully hooked it to the back bumper of the motorhome and then to his front bumper. Backing up his SUV a couple of feet put enough tension on the motorhome to hold it in place so that Rafael and Victoria could get out of it safely.

  Once they were on solid ground again, they saw that the motorhome wasn’t as far over the edge as they had thought. Only the right front wheel was suspended in mid-air, and the guardrail was essentially holding the rig from plunging over the embankment. Filled with relief at being safe, Victoria began to tremble all over. Rafael wasn’t too far behind her, although being the man, he tried his best to hide his nervousness in order to calm his wife.

  They were still very worried about their motorhome, but the officer assured them that the cable would hold it until the tow truck arrived. Checking in on his radio, the officer learned that the tow truck was now only about fifteen minutes out. While they waited, Victoria took several photos of the motorhome in its precarious position on her smart phone and posted them on Facebook with the caption, “We are safe!”

  The tow truck finally arrived and got the motorhome back with all four wheels on solid ground, and then he put on a new tire.

  “What made the tire blow?” Rafael asked the tow truck driver. “The motorhome is practically brand new. There aren’t more than ten thousand miles on those tires.”

  “Not sure,” the man replied. “Looks like there could have been a defect in it. It’s so shredded that it’s hard to tell for sure.”

  Rafael took care of the paperwork for the insurance company, and then gave the driver a tip. He offered the police officer one, too, but the officer refused, saying that he wasn’t allowed to accept any gifts. He stayed by until Rafael and Victoria were back on the road. Rafael had learned from the tow truck driver that if he geared down out of overdrive to third gear, and set the cruise control, that the rig wouldn’t freewheel downhill as readily. So the rest of the way down that long grade was covered at a much more sensible speed, much to Victoria’s relief.

  In less than two more hours, they arrived at the Little Bighorn Battlefield. After eating some lunch first, they then got out and began to look around. The memorial to one of the most significant American battles was a solemnly grand place. As they read the information posted, and surveyed the vast battlefield with its rows and rows of markers, they were reminded of the awful cost of war, no matter which side is considered right.

  In addition to the memorial to the U.S. Army’s 7th Cavalry, which was erected in 1881, a more recent monument was added in 1997 that honors the Lakota Sioux, Cheyenne, and Arapahoe warriors who fought there so valiantly to preserve their lands and their way of life.

  After spending a couple of hours there, walking around, taking many photos, and absorbing the full import of this hallowed ground, they took their leave, turning back south and then east, heading for South Dakota. Their first destination in that state was Deadwood. It was in this interesting old town that Wild Bill Hickok was shot, holding a handful of aces and eights that became known as Dead Man’s Hand.

  Exploring Deadwood took up the rest of that day and most of the next. Early the next morning they set out for Mt. Rushmore, but soon got sidetracked checking out the town of Lead. Another old mining town, it was full of interesting things to see, including a great little art gallery that Victoria was thrilled to browse around in. After careful deliberation, she chose a whimsical painting that depicted a simple cabin in a woodsy setting.

  After a couple of hours there, they journeyed on to Mt. Rushmore, making it all the way with no more stops this time.

  They were both impressed with the grandeur of Mt. Rushmore. They spent most of the day there, leaving only late in the afternoon. Driving east, Victoria was studying the map to see where they might be able to pull over for the night, and to see what lay ahead.

  “Hey, I’ve got an idea,” she said suddenly. “What if we tried to see as many state capitals as possible along the way? I’m thinking that if we get within fifty or seventy-five miles of a state capital, we should detour to see it. Kinda collect them, so to speak.”

  “Not a bad idea,” Rafael said. “We shoulda thought of that before we left home.”

  “Yeah, we shoulda. Oh, well. We can pick up from here. Pierre isn’t too far out of the way, and it will take us off of I-90 and onto some secondary highways, like we had originally talked about.”

  “Just tell me where to turn, and we’ll do that,” Rafael said congenially.

  They ended up spending the night in an RV park just east of Rapid City a little ways. It was only about six o’clock when they pulled in and reserved a spot for the night. After eating a simple supper, they went out for a walk. While walking through the rows of RVs, Rafael told Victoria about his idea to buy some RV parks.

  “I think that’s a great idea,” Victoria told him. “I can see that they are a going concern. We just paid forty-five bucks to park our own motorhome on a gravel pad. Sure, we’ll use their electricity and water, but surely not forty-five dollars’ worth.”

  “Why don’t you get online and see where there might be some for sale that might be along our proposed route,” Rafael said.

  “Good idea. I’ll do that this evening.”

  After a bit of searching, Victoria came up with a site that specialized in RV parks that were for sale. They both looked at several that were on the west coast or in the southwest. They both thought it wise to buy closer to home at first. Then, later when they got the hang of things, they could branch out.

  “If we had one or two in every state, we could travel all over the US and stay in our own parks for free,” Victoria said gleefully.

  “Well, not exactly for free,” Rafael reminded her. “We’ll have a bit of a cash outlay to buy the parks
to begin with.”

  “Details, details,” Victoria said offhandedly.

  “Yeah, well, those details come out of our bank accounts,” he said dryly.

  “True.”

  The next couple of days they meandered through South Dakota, stopping here and there to see places and things that piqued their interest. Friday, the fourteenth of July, they landed in Bloomington, Minnesota, in the huge parking lot of the Mall of America. Victoria had been thoroughly enjoying the trip so far, but when they walked through the doors into this mall of malls, she absolutely sparkled.

  “Okay, woman, this better be good,” Rafael growled good-naturedly.

  Victoria just grinned up at him and said, “Oh, it’s already good. Can’t you just feel it?”

  “Not yet.”

  The place really was huge. Seeing that the whole mall would take more than one day, they picked up a map of the mall and picked out the places that they most wanted to go, so they could skip the lesser important places

  “Well, looky here,” Rafael said, lighting up. “You weren’t just spoofing me. There is a Lego store.”

  “Of course I wasn’t, silly boy,” Victoria said laughing. “Wanna go?”

  “Duh.”

  Forty-five minutes passed in a heartbeat as they played around in the Lego Store. From there they moved on, taking in the Sea Life Aquarium, the flight simulator, as well as playing a round at the Moose Mountain Adventure Golf. Lunch was squeezed in between all of the attractions, as well as a trip through a gift shop to buy the requisite postcards and little gifts for the moms and grandparents.

  They both also wanted to get something really nice to take to their three manager couples that were holding down the fort while they were on this vacation, so they had been on the lookout, but hadn’t found just the right thing yet. So many things were nice, but they kept stalling, thinking maybe the next place down the road would have the perfect gift.

  By evening, they were both worn out and ready to go back to the motorhome and find a place to light for the night. Victoria consulted the Internet and found an RV park a few miles away, so with the help of the GPS they made their way over to it. The next morning, before leaving that area, they found and “collected” the Minnesota state capitol in St. Paul.

  The rest of that day they spent driving through the beautiful Wisconsin countryside. By consulting a state map and asking locals for directions, they managed to avoid the interstate most of the time, and in doing so, saw some gorgeous scenery and some ordinary little towns along the way. Even the ordinary towns were fascinating to both of them, because they were seeing new places and new people.

  Sunday they did the Wisconsin Dells. The boat trip up the Dells offered fabulous scenery that took up a lot of room on Victoria’s memory card inside her camera. She wasn’t worried. She had extras, in addition to spending time daily deleting the bad photos.

  They were so smitten with the Wisconsin countryside that they spent another day or two just wandering around, taking this road and that one, getting lost a time or two. But they didn’t mind, because that just allowed them to see even more pretty places and meet nice people that gave them directions when needed. They eventually ended up at the Lake Michigan shoreline and followed it as far north as they could. Then they left it in favor of seeing Lake Superior, followed by Lake Huron, following the eastern edge of Michigan all the way to Detroit.

  Near Detroit was Dearborn, where the Henry Ford Museum and Greenfield Village beckoned. This was another day-long attraction with so much to see and do. That evening in the motorhome, they spent time writing postcards and catching up the photo album. Rafael called Mickey to see how things were going at Thornton Park.

  “Everything is just fine here,” Mickey reported. “People keep coming and we keep letting them in,” he laughed.

  “Great. That’s just great,” Rafael said. “I sure appreciate your good work.”

  “No problem. It doesn’t seem like work most of the time. We’re just having a great time here. That place called Angel’s Retreat has brought two or three more small groups through the park. The girls seem so happy to be here. They really enjoy it.”

  “That’s wonderful,” Rafael said warmly. “I’m so glad. I can’t even imagine what they went through before being rescued, so any happiness we can give them is our pleasure.”

  While Rafael was talking to Mickey, Victoria called Lena.

  “Hi, Mama,” she said when Lena picked up.

  “Hi, honey! How’s it going?” Lena answered.

  “We’re having an absolutely fabulous time. We’ve sent you a bunch of post cards. Have you gotten any of them yet?”

  “I’ve gotten several. Yellowstone, Crater Lake, Little Bighorn, Mt. Rushmore, Crazy Horse, uh … oh yeah, Cody and the Buffalo Bill museum. Maybe that’s all so far.”

  “Well, there are more coming. So how is everything at home? No boogeymen bothering you?”

  “No boogeymen. Everything is fine here. The yard guys come and mow, and the pool man keeps the pool clean, and Mom and I keep it occupied. I’ve invited Manuela over a couple of times. We get along real well.”

  “Good for you. I think we’ve had enough bad experiences to last a lifetime. I hope we’re on an upward swing from now on.”

  “Me, too, honey. Me, too.”

  “I’m loving the photo albums and am filling them up fast. We’re already enjoying looking back at the places we’ve been so far. I can’t wait to be able to show them to you.”

  “That will be fun. Honey, would you mind if I had a little dog to keep me company? I’ve always wanted to have a little dog, but I never dared ask David and Marian. Marian hated animals and made no bones about it. But now, would you and Rafael care?”

  “I certainly don’t, but let me run it by Rafael real quick.”

  Victoria covered the phone with her hand and asked Rafael if he cared if Lena got a little dog. He said of course he didn’t care. Great idea.

  “He’s fine with it, Mama. Go get you any kind of dog you want. Do you have a particular breed in mind?”

  “Well, I’ve always favored poodles, so I thought I would try to find one of those. A black one.”

  “That should be cute. And I’ve heard that poodles don’t shed, so that’s a plus. I hope you find a good one.”

  Mother and daughter chatted for a little while longer before hanging up. Rafael had ended his call to Mickey and was talking to his mom when Victoria was finished with her call. She went into the bathroom and took a shower and got ready for bed. Rafael was off the phone when she came out of the bathroom. Rafael took his turn in the shower, and then joined Victoria in bed. They watched TV for a little while and then turned it off in favor of other entertainment.

  Even though it’s less than four hundred miles from Dearborn, Michigan to Niagara Falls, New York, they took two days making the journey. There were too many interesting things to see and places to stop along the way.

  Tuesday was spent at Niagara Falls and the surrounding area. They added Lake Ontario to the list, completing their goal of seeing all five of the Great Lakes. Driving through upper New York took another couple of days of sightseeing before crossing Vermont, New Hampshire, and into Maine. Those three states took them a week, and they still didn’t see everything that they would like to have seen.

  “You know, we’ve had a whole month of wonderfully peaceful fun and good times,” Victoria said one morning as they set out for another day of sightseeing.

  “I know,” Rafael agreed. “Isn’t it great? Other than that tire blowout, the whole trip has been perfect. Everything is fine on the home front, too. Amazing. This may be the longest stretch of peaceful life that we’ve had.

  “It is, I think. I just wonder how long it will last,” Victoria said.

  “Don’t even go there,” Rafael warned. “No need to borrow trouble that may never come.”

  “I know,” she sighed. “It’s just that the way the past year has gone, I feel like I have to look be
hind every door, and over my shoulder all the time. Like trouble is lurking just around the corner.

  Chapter Two

  Boston was next on the itinerary. Rafael and Victoria had a great time poking around in that historic city. So far, they had “collected” the state capitals of almost every state they had driven through. They had completely filled up one photo album and had started on the second. The vacation so far had been everything they had hoped for: peaceful, relaxing yet energizing, and lots of fun.

  Rafael in particular was paying close attention to, and taking notes on, each RV park they stayed in. He noted the positive things about each one, and the negative, all the while making determinations on what type of park he would want to own, and what it would take to make a great park.

  Both of them made regular calls home to visit with their moms and let them know that they were still safe. Rafael kept tabs on Thornton Park, and on Thornton-Rivera Enterprises as well, just making sure that money was being properly deposited into all the correct accounts, and that everything was as it should be. So far, so good.

  As they were looking ahead as to where they would go and what they wanted to see and do in the next few days, they discovered that to get a good RV park nearby and a bus tour through New York City, they needed reservations. So they took care of that, fortunately just in time.

  They journeyed through Rhode Island, which wouldn’t have taken long at all, except for all the interesting places to stop and see. They cut kitty-corner up through Connecticut to pick up Albany, the capital of New York, and then down close to New York City.