Hot Revenge Box Set 2

Chapter 1

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

I’m outvoted.

does.” I offer my

She leans heavily on

are you

I'm just

“And upset.”

upset. Seeing Charlotte like that…” Her face drops,

can get her back, can

“No, Master.”

Sitting by her, I lean

*****

 

James

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

he and Michael loaded their gear, a lot of it, into the trunk, but I have very little beyond

at Michael’s bulging rucksack. Despite being packed tight, when he hefted

grim. “Anything I could think of that Charlotte might need. Warm blankets, towels and a wrap. A ground roll. A flask of soup. Chain cutters. Baby wipes. Antiseptic. Surgical gloves, clamps and

“Scissors?”

the cord if I need

rear-view,

might have a

*****

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

his window. “You have

jerks his head to the rear seat. “It’s in the

you’d never be able to carry

Haswell while you were on your way here. I have a couple

“A phone?”

live feed from the car.” He nods back to

likely take it off me as soon

where you were last seen. I’ll be relaying it back of course, to Mr Haswell...” His eyes rise to mine. “He’s not very happy at being

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

fiddle with the earpiece, fitting it into place, Michael claps

too. But get her

“We will.”

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