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…

is here.” I pat her stomach. Under my

I’m outvoted. Even

my hand,

She leans heavily on me, rubbing at the base of

you feeling

I'm

“And upset.”

Charlotte like that…”

back, can you think of

“No, Master.”

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

*****

James

our journey, does so carefully, steering around

loaded their gear, a lot of it, into the trunk, but I have very little beyond what I’m wearing. My baggage is

twist around from my seat in the front, jerking my chin at Michael’s bulging rucksack. Despite being packed tight, when he hefted it, it seemed oddly

and a wrap. A ground

“Scissors?”

the cord if I need

in the rear-view, tightens his grip on

with hospitals and doctors. I’ve thought for months we might have a home delivery. I made sure I was ready

*****

waiting as promised: Ross leans back against the car he chauffeurs for Richard, arms folded, staring at the ground. He straightens up

winds down his window. “You

jerks his head to the rear seat.

notes, otherwise you’d never be able to carry it.” He hefts

while you were on your way here. I have a couple of other things for you.” He offers something in

“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

likely take it off me as

looking unhappy. “Yes, 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...” His eyes rise to mine. “He’s not very

find in the time. Keep talking

place, Michael claps me on

But get her

“We will.”