A Transfer of Vengeance Volume 3

By Anthony Aaron Richards

“Don’t underestimate a dangerous woman. And don’t judge by appearances; evil can be pleasant and pretty on the outside. Just like poison candy.”

—Joni E. Johnston, Psy.D

Raven has finally met the man she believes to be her sister’s killer. Now, to get close to him... to play with him... to finally make him feel the pain Sara had felt. But the more Raven gets caught up in that world, the more she finds herself enjoying the hunt to kill a killer. The streets of New Orleans be getting their crazy on.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Anthony Aaron Richards
• Release date: Jul 7, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463194683

Anthony Aaron Richards

Anthony Aaron Richards (www.aarichardswrites.com) was born Anthony La Forgia. He grew up a very adventurous young boy and that followed him into his adult years. Anthony was and still is a pusher of positive energy to everyone he meets. He has been a business owner in corporate management with a masters in psychology as well as a lifelong learner. January 28, 1990, had been when Anthony Aaron Richards, the writer, was finally born—the stories had just taken over and started to hit paper.He wrote a children’s story and followed that with a couple of sorts during a time with his boys that exploded with fun imagination and activities. Real output for his writing came about in 1999 with Example of Power, his first thriller—on September 11, he put it in the drawer. It wasn’t until the next year that The Vengeance Chronicles came into the works. Sidebar, the chronicles are about helping women in terrible situations.Anthony’s history in that area was what had led him to help fight abuse in his own way. Through his stories, of course. He had witnessed abuse at a very young age, and that was forever imprinted on his psyche. In that, Anthony has spent a lifetime counseling and aiding women to get out of unwanted situations, fight back, and rebuild their lives. So, Raven came along to further fill those shoes and take on the battle with the seven-book series... The entire first book has a planned release later in 2020.

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ALSO BY

ANTHONY AARON RICHARDS

BOOK ONE

A Transfer of Vengeance

The Journey

The Switch Pops

The Devil’s Breath Cometh

The Switch Pops

VOLUME 3 OF THE VENGEANCE CHRONICLES

ANTHONY AARON RICHARDS

Copyright © 2020 Anthony Aaron Richards

All rights reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. For permission requests, write to the author, addressed Attention: Permission Request Coordination, at the web address below.

This is a work of fiction. The characters, places, events, names, and incidents portrayed are either a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

Cover design by Rose Miller

Interior design by Anthony Aaron Richards

Editing by Isabelle Felix

Printed in the United States of America

www.aarichardswrites.com

Dedication

‘I’m a dreamer. I have to dream and reach for the stars,

and if I miss a star then I grab a handful of clouds.’

— Mike Tyson

To the Didn’t Make Its…

All the women and girls who we have lost

to the carnage of human trafficking and abuse.

To everyone who has helped me

through the years…

Believe me, putting this adventure together

has been a wild ride.

To my wife…

Thank you for putting up with me

and the writing life.

To all my children, all six of them,

and my family that reads this…

Yes, I can count.

Justin, Joshua, Josh, Jake, Mariah, and Jesse.

Without them and their inspiration,

I couldn’t have written on,

and let’s not forget Shayla,

the daughter with a tail.

To my editor…

I’m sending many smiles out to her.

She has really kicked me in the ass and

gotten us over the mountain and into the future.

Contents

ALSO BY 1

Copyright © 2020 Anthony Aaron Richards 1

Dedication 1

Chapter 1 1

Chapter 2 10

Chapter 3 17

Chapter 4 25

Chapter 5 31

Chapter 6 41

Chapter 7 48

COMING JULY 2020 1

ABOUT THE AUTHOR 1

AUTHOR INTERVIEW 1

Chapter 1

The New Queen of New Orleans

"It is the dim haze of mystery

that adds enchantment

to pursuit."

— Antoine Rivarol

Lady Justice and her eponym, with such blindfolded eyes and a supposedly balanced scale, would’ve said to hand Collin over to Jack, since justice is truly blind... But for me to just hand Collin to the law, to let them slap him on the wrist, to let him eat, sleep, and breathe in prison, wouldn’t have brought justice to the Didn’t Make Its. No, I was going to hunt him… learn him… play with him… See the difference?

At that moment, though, I still needed more time and space to set up what I had planned.

I slipped out the side door of my house, evading the patrol car sitting across the street, then disappeared. Of course, setting things in motion meant I had to call in a favor first. Jean-Paul would need to help me again, if he could. When he didn’t pick up, I probably should’ve taken that as an answer, but…

Delicious smells drifted out of the Haitian deli. I looked through the window to see if Maximus happened to be there. He was. I smiled as he moved along the food cases, examining them.

A split second later, the hairs on the back of my neck stood. I shivered and slowly glanced over my shoulder, seeing nothing and no one in particular on the street as the morning sun bounced off the cars in front of the deli. But you could never be too careful, right? I kept my face relaxed and felt for the letter opener in my stockings, just in case.

Maximus. I didn’t shout his name, nor did I whisper it as the bell to the deli jingled and the door squeaked. Hopefully, it was OK to say his name at all.

He looked at me with a puzzled stare. As a few customers checked out the freshly baked bread displayed on some shelves, and another customer tipped his cup to me, I put on a smile and stepped closer to speak to Maximus as low as possible—trying not to look like a suspicious idiot. "I need to get a hold of your brother. I’m the lady who was with him last night…

"Remember? He brought me to eat outside in the back, and we had food and some of your scotch. I don’t have my makeup on, or my gothic outfit, but it’s me. Sara’s sister." I glanced around before I added that last part.

Maximus welcomed me, then, and whipped out his cell. Ti fi komik ki te la yè swa, li retounen. M’panse ou gen rezon, gin you moun kap swiv li. Fè m’konnen sa ou bezwen, he said before he pushed the phone into my hand.

It must’ve been Jean-Paul on the other end, and oh, did I have some things to say to him. So much for always being a phone call away. Why weren’t you picking—

Don’t take a step out the deli. Don’t go near any windows. Just stay put. Understand? He told me he’d explain when he got there. Hand the phone back to my brother.

I did, wide-eyed, then dropped into a chair next to the food cases, bending over with my suitcase at my feet and my head in my hands. Had I been found out? Were Jack and the Marshals working together now? I clenched my jaw, not sure what next move would be the right one. By the time Maximus stopped beside me and asked if I was hungry, I didn’t hesitate to let him know I was starving. For all I knew, it could’ve been my last meal before I was taken into custody—all my plans and games for Collin shot to hell.

I put a sandwich and coffee in the back room, Maximus said with a pat on my shoulder. You could eat back there and stay out of sight.

I looked into his brown eyes, and he gave me a soft smile.

It could’ve just been my nerves, but after I went to