Flash Marriage: Shrewd Wife, Devious Husband -
Chapter 135: Making of a Leader
Chapter 135: Making of a Leader
"What can I do?" Beatrice asked, her eyes filled with doubt. Her hands shook seeing the gigantic man wearing uniform on the ground.
What can a mere woman do against a man in power?
The sheriff was squirming on the ground and yet he didn’t give up. Beatrice heard him mumbling cusses. He was planning on killing them all.
Naomi had joined Marcella and helped the battered Debby inside the house. "We should help her first. I’m calling the Commissioner," Marcella said.
Beatrice heard her. She saw Marcella handing over Debby to Naomi and looking into her purse. Something dawned on her.
Why should she be afraid when she has Don’s daughter with her? That lady-like woman saved Debby from that monster without caring about anything. She believed Marcella would finish what she started. The least she could do is to stop being afraid and do something; however small it might be. There is one guy, but there are three of them. They can stop him if they work together.
"Stop!"
She rushed to the man and pulled out the walkie-talkie from his belt. The sheriff grabbed her ankle. He grunted as he tried to pull her down. Beatrice kicked his hand and helped herself out of his hold.
The journalists who were taking pictures till then came and helped Beatrice tie him up. Seeing the commotion here, the women who were peeking from behind the curtains, slowly got out of their house. One by one, they came and surrounded the sheriff.
Beatrice looked at the sheriff’s face. He was shouting at everyone and hurling abuses. But under the façade of courage, she saw his hands trembling.
He was scared!
She had heard a lot about this guy. He was talked as if he was an invincible mountain. He had connections and he had the law in his hands. Anyone who opposed him faced jail time. While the men suffered physical pain that couldn’t be healed for life, women faced something worse. Many kept a blind eye to his atrocities because they didn’t want to suffer in his hands.
Here he is...on his belly, on the grass—afraid; he was afraid of a bunch of women. Just because one woman had the guts to face him head-on.
The women inquired Beatrice what they were going to do next. Beatrice pointed inside. "We’ll do what she tells us."
Beatrice then explained who Marcella was; she was Don DeAngelo’s daughter. Some women got scared that Marcella would kill the sheriff after knowing who she was. Don DeAngelo would do the same. Although they were willing to cover it up, some were scared too.
The sheriff heard the women around him planning his murder and he found himself crippled with fear. He didn’t think he would end up here. Those women even found a "perfect" place to bury him. He sought the help of the journalists, offering them money. But those men shrugged and told him that although it was their job to report and not help anyone, they were willing to compromise their journalistic ethics for the sake of the women here.
The women’s confidence only grew.
While the women out were planning the murder of the sheriff, Marcella had other plans. She wanted to take care of the sheriff differently, but when she saw the women coming out one by one, she changed her plans.
This would be a perfect chance to help raise the profile of her husband.
She called Tony’s office. He still hadn’t returned and Stella didn’t know where he went. She asked Stella to send reporters from the reputed papers to where she was. Although she had Randy’s people, their paper was known as a gossip rag. Publishing in that paper alone wouldn’t make the impact she wants to have.
After that, she dialed Commissioner Logan. His secretary answered the call. She heard his voice, but the secretary told her that the commissioner was out.
"I need action taken against the Sheriff of Olive Groove," Marcella passed her message and ended the call.
Naomi gave some first aid but Debby needed medical care from a professional doctor.
"Debby," Marcella held her hand. "Do you want to end this forever?" she asked.
Debby’s right eye had swollen by now. There were cuts on her cheekbones and her lip was bleeding. She looked pitiful.
"Can you help me?" Debby asked.
Marcella nodded. "But you will have to stand with me on this. You will have to bear this pain for a little longer. If you do, I promise you that you won’t get hurt like this again by that beast again."
Debby agreed without any hesitation. "I would be pleased if he dies."
Marcella smirked. "I’m going to give him something worse than death."
Marcella went out. The women looked at Marcella as if she was their leader. Marcella smiled.
"Who will stand with me in taking care of this piece of sh*t?" she asked.
The women didn’t say anything but they all looked at her with expectations waiting for what she would say next.
"I am standing with you, Bambi!" Beatrice shouted. She was joined by some women.
Marcella smiled placing her hand on her chest. "Thank you..."
"Aer we going to kill him?" One of the woman asked stepping forward. She looked a little hesitant but Marcella thought she would kill the sheriff if she asked her to. She looked serious.
Marcella shook her head. The smile on her face disappeared to a somber expression. "How many men think they can do anything just because they have the power? Who is he? He might have a support of someone powerful. But he is not the only one. It’s not just about this guy. It’s not just Gina; it’s not just Debby. We heard about Gina. We saw what happened to Debby. How many Ginas do we not hear about? How many Debbys are suffering with no help? In this county; in this state; in this country... How many?" she asked and her throat closed with emotions.
"What can we do?" Beatrice asked.
"We can stop every one of those men," Marcella smiled. "We are going to handle him in a way that every other guy like him should piss his pants thinking of the fate that awaits them," Marcella smirked.
"Who is with me?" she raised her hand.
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