Hot Revenge Box Set 2

Chapter 11

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Michael

I recognise the face of James’ guard, the one they’re calling Hickman. I’ve seen it before in the photo Klempner identified; Baxter’s henchman.

He shoves James towards us, James shooting him a look that would knock flies from the air, before squatting down by Charlotte. He runs a finger over her cheek. “Sorry we took so long to get here.”

She returns the gesture. “They’ve hurt you.”

James’ brows rise. His head tilts. “They’ve hurt me?”

I struggle out from behind her. “James, take my place, support her. I need a look at what’s happening.”

He manoeuvres to sit behind Charlotte, his back against the wall, kissing her rank hair as he supports her against himself.

And now, kneeling between her open legs and with a decent view, I can see Cara’s head is all but out. “I think one more good push will do it, Babe.”

Baxter waves the barrel of his pistol at Klempner. “On your knees. Hands behind your head.”

Klempner gives him a slow look then drops to the ground, fingers clasped at the back of his neck.

“Stannis, you keep him there.” Baxter jabs a finger at the other guard who moves to stand by Klempner, gun muzzle pressed to his temple. Then he nods Hickman to my bag and Klempner’s. “Check them out. See what’s inside.”

He tips out Klempner’s first; his mobile armoury tumbling to the floor with a clatter. Baxter kicks guns, knives and rope to the far side of the cell, out of Klempner’s range.

Then he looks him up and down. “Larry, have you put on weight?”

Klempner adopts a pained expression. “I’m wearing rather more clothes than usual.”

Baxter cocks a brow. “I'm not sure about that outfit as a sartorial statement.”

Lips pressed tight, Klempner casts eyes sidelong, then back again. “What's your gripe with me, Baxter?”

“You have to ask? More than twenty years I worked for you, and you left me behind like I didn’t matter. Abandoned me to the cops like some piece of rubbish.”

“The police were coming. I had about a minute to get out of sight. When I last saw you, you were unconscious after you'd let a complete amateur take you out. As I left, you were nowhere to be seen. What was I supposed to think? You’d gone. I assumed you’d run for it.”

“No. I hadn’t. I’d just crawled into the shadows while I got my head back. You didn’t even look. You walked out and you kept walking.”

“Yes, because I didn’t know you were there. You couldn’t have called out or something? I could see blue lights flashing. What was I supposed to do? Mount a search? As far as I was concerned, you’d gone.”

Baxter sneers. “Make your excuses, Larry. You owe me. You’re going to pay.”

“I owe you nothing. I never did. And besides, you have the money.”

Baxter rocks on his heels. “Money’s not everything, Larry. Money’s not everything.”

He turns from Klempner, dismissing him, nods to Hickman, then to my rucksack. “Turn it out. Let’s see what’s in his bag of tricks.”

I try to interrupt, to stop what I can already see happening… “No… don’t…”

But it’s too late. Clean towels and wraps tumble out, dropping into the slops on the floor, no longer fresh and sweet-smelling but wet and fouled.

“Was that necessary?”

Baxter smirks, poking through the heap with the end of a boot, wiping them further into the dirt. “Can’t be too careful, can we. Who knows what you have in there?”

“What I had in there were the basics for a young woman to safely deliver her baby. Now…” I poke through the pile, trying to find something useable…

Christ…

“… What the hell am I supposed to do with this lot?”

the floor, shaking off drops of gunk, then showing it to me. “What’re these for? They don’t

scissors. In case I have to cut the cord. And it looks as

no-one

James. Straining, mouth flung wide, she pants and heaves, and then, scarlet-faced, with a shriek

… I move fast…

and a small bloody package drops into my hands then starts squalling loudly as Cara protests her rude entry into

the door. “I’ll catch

wrong? You’re not bothered by

lip at the mess on the ground. “You

“So that’s what

levers herself forward. “Is

legs… Eyes, toes, fingers… “She’s fine. Everything where it

out, hands outstretched.

around, looking for the cover I brought

Crap!

warm, is now wet; cold and stinking. I pick it up, hoping… But it simply drips muck back

the useless thing into the

baby’s healthy, isn’t it?

You and your monkey there just

at his temple. “Here, use this.” From his kneeling position, he tugs the hem of the fleece he’s wearing… my fleece… up and over his head. He tosses it to

you coming from thirty-five degrees and

voice is dry. “It’s thirty-seven degrees and a hundred per cent humidity where she’s just

in it, tying the sleeves around her small body, then pass the bundled baby to

everything, despite the cold and the filth and

is placed in her arms and her face illuminates. Young or

Taking the fleece-enveloped Cara, she stares,

holding up the small be-wrapped squaller. “I did it, Mas... James. I

her, reaching around to kiss her, his lips cracking open, bleeding with the gesture. “So

Abruptly, Charlotte shudders…

even through his swollen face,

just the placenta

“Not a chance.”

something to cut the cord

“Improvise.”

Bastard…

to let me have the clamps and the surgical

rocks head and hand back and forth, as though deciding, then smirks.

a strange braided alien-looking thing; thick, meaty

aim a finger through the heap of towels and blankets stewing in the

Baxter shifts. “What for?”

and the surgical spirit

what you need. No stupid

likely to be with a new-born baby

the bottle of spirit. The bag is still sealed, as I

watched, then carefully fix the first clamp in place, over the cord close by Cara. Then, just as

the cord in both hands, I pull

Another part tells

It’s just meat…

My head knows that there are no nerves in the cord, nothing to cause pain to either Charlotte or Cara. But

and slippery in my hands; resists. I’m almost sawing through the thing with my teeth. But there’s not too much mess. I waited

And it’s through…

tail still attached to the placenta as I swipe blood

her belly, naked skin to naked skin,

unreadable. It’s hardly surprising. The magic of seeing your child born. The sheer

leaning against the wall,

floor and I

Baxter speaks quickly. “Hickman, get the placenta.

What the hell…?

“What the fuck do you

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