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…

rest. Your first responsibility is here.” I pat her stomach. Under my palm, something pats back and, startled, I snatch my hand away before, laughing, I rest my hand back on

dimples. “Looks like I’m outvoted. Even Adam agrees

he does.” I offer my hand, helping her to

heavily on me, rubbing at the base

you feeling

I'm just tired,

“And upset.”

Seeing Charlotte like

her back, can you think

“No, Master.”

bed. Sitting by her, I lean

*****

James

carefully, steering around iced

into the trunk, but I have very little beyond what I’m

my chin at Michael’s bulging rucksack. Despite being packed tight, when he hefted it, it seemed oddly light. “What’s in

“Anything I could think of that Charlotte might need. Warm blankets, towels and a wrap. A ground roll. A flask of

“Scissors?”

cord if I need

Michael in the rear-view, tightens

hospitals and doctors. I’ve thought for months we might have a

*****

edge of the City, he’s there, waiting as promised: Ross leans back against the car he chauffeurs

his window. “You have

his head to the rear seat. “It’s

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 it.” He hefts a very ordinary-looking sports-bag across to me. “Even

pockets. “James, I’ve been speaking with Mr Haswell while you were on your way here. I have a couple of other things for you.” He

“A phone?”

be watching you on a live feed from the car.” He nods back to where, I now see, is a tablet and dongle. “Keep the phone in your

it off me as soon as I meet

but in that case, we’ll at least know where you were last seen. I’ll be relaying it back of course, to Mr Haswell...”

the smallest, most discreet one I could find in the time. Keep talking as you’re moving. Keep us up to date with where you’re headed. And

into place, Michael claps me on the shoulder. “Take care. And remember

But get

“We will.”