Hot Revenge Box Set 2

This Book Is Dedicated To ‘Him’

“James’ Poem” Was, In Real Life, Written By ‘Him’

For His Own Grandson

Hostage

Richard

I watch them drive away, taillights receding into the dark.

Depressed beyond measure, I let the curtains fall back, turning to deal with the two women now in my care.

Mitch, calmer than I've seen her for days, returns from the kitchen, tray in hand. She pours peppermint tea for herself, then two more cups. She slides one across the table to Elizabeth, then brings one to me.

“Thank you, Mitch, but I don't really care for it.”

She holds still, hand and cup outstretched. “It will calm you down.”

“I'm perfectly calm, thank you.”

“Is that why you're wearing a hole in the carpet?”

Elizabeth turns her face away, but not before I see the smile she's hiding behind her own cup. Then her smile fades.

“My apologies, Mitch. This goes against the grain for me. It really, really goes against the grain. Charlotte in trouble. James and Michael… Even Lawrence Klempner… of all people… riding to the rescue, while I...” I hold up palms, sick with helplessness and self-disgust.

Mitch’s voice is calm. “James and Michael are both husbands to Charlotte. Larry is her father. Your first responsibility is to Beth. Your pregnant wife.”

“Believe me, Mitch, I know it. Nothing else would have kept me here at a time like this.”

Elizabeth sips at the tea. She's pale. Too pale. I take her by the shoulders, kiss her hair. “My Love, you're tired. Why don't you go to bed for a while? Get some sleep.”

She swallows, blinking hard. “I wouldn't feel right.”

Mitch sits on the chair arm by her. “Nothing's going to happen for the next hour at least. Go upstairs. Snatch a catnap at least. When anything starts to happen, I'll come wake you.”

Elizabeth shakes her head, then stifles a yawn behind her hand.

And I’ve had enough.

You’ll make yourself ill…

do need to rest. Your first responsibility is here.” I pat her

“Looks like I’m outvoted. Even

he does.” I offer my hand,

on me, rubbing at the

are you

fine. I'm

“And upset.”

course I’m upset. Seeing Charlotte like

back, can

“No, Master.”

and put her to bed. Sitting by her, I lean in, kiss her cheek. “Sleep well,

*****

James

the urgency of our journey, does so carefully, steering around iced puddles

into the trunk, but I have very little beyond what I’m wearing. My baggage is waiting for

Michael’s bulging rucksack. Despite being packed

Warm blankets, towels and a wrap. A ground roll. A flask of soup. Chain cutters. Baby wipes. Antiseptic. Surgical gloves,

“Scissors?”

the cord

I think watching Michael in the rear-view, tightens his grip on the

thought for months we might have a home delivery. I made sure

*****

car he chauffeurs for Richard, arms folded, staring at the ground. He

his window. “You

his head to the

Michael and I exit our own vehicle, Ross opens up his. “Mr Haswell had the cash drawn in large denomination notes, otherwise you’d never be able to carry

with Mr Haswell while you were on your way here. I have a couple of other

“A phone?”

my phone. I’ve set up the tracker app and I’ll be watching you on a live feed from the car.” He nods back to where, I now see, is a tablet and dongle. “Keep

it off me

I’ll be relaying it back of course, to Mr Haswell...” His

one I could find in the time. Keep talking as you’re moving. Keep us up

fiddle with the earpiece, fitting it into place, Michael claps me on the shoulder. “Take

too. But get her

“We will.”