Hot Revenge Box Set 2

Chapter 14

James

The ‘music’ is still playing, and I don’t hear the sound, but beside me, a half-empty cocktail glass shatters and Klempner, snatching at my arm, tugs me to one side. Crouching behind the bar, “That’s Finchby.”

“How d’you know it’s Finchby?”

“Because he’s a fucking lousy shot.”

“So, where’s Baxter?”

Above us, in a line on the shelves above us, the top rank of bottles shatter, exploding their contents in a multi-hued shower of liquid and shattered glass. “That’s Baxter.” Abruptly, the music cuts out…

“Thank fuck for that,” mutters Klempner beside me, inching up to look over the bar.

Another line of fire, lower this time…

Finchby’s voice. “That’s my stock you’re shooting up, Baxter…”

Klempner grins. “C’mon… They’re in the office.” His head swings. “Where’s Jenny?”

“Down the stairs. Hopefully, Michael already has her out.”

“Good. That gives us a free hand.” He checks his watch. “Right, with me… One, two, three…”

His rifle over the bar, Klempner fires blind towards the office door. It chatters then falls silent. He curses…

Out of ammo?

Jammed?

… then tugs a handgun from his pocket and fires. “Run…”

*****

 

Klempner

A group of half a dozen of the women mill around, seeming not to know what to do without someone telling them...

Natural slaves...

The Glock raised in my hand, “Get out!”

One blathers at me, runs up pleading, then her eyes fix on my pistol.

“Out!” I yell, pointing to the door. “Saia! Ir!”

get the message. Another runs up, weeping mascara,

Too stupid to live…

paired hands, then... “Boom...”

get it. Eyes widen.

two running

Fuck…

them, and there, running ahead

Finchby…

Gotcha!

his pistol. He’s way too slow, yelping as I slap the hand to one side, banging the fingers against the

plant my fist in

Got the bastard!

him onto his feet. “Now move.” Dangling in my grip, half his weight pressed against the collar at the front of his

catches up with me. “Want a

here is

Finchby’s squealing like a

Which it is…

you yet. If you annoy me now, we might move on to that part

examining his face. “If you want

Ever the pragmatist…

bottom, and Finchby drops to the

him away? Knowing I'd have thought you would have...” James points two fingers at the little runt,

and I need to know where he is. I’m sure our friend here will

bodily, James and I drag him towards the door, kicking and struggling

way out, but as he sees

Finchby, I straighten up. Finchby takes the opportunity to kick out and James

trouble. Like I said…” He

bastard, Hickman. You were

to help you with…” He meets

I get that. Hickman, it seems to me that you're

nods glumly. “I'd say

you feel

spark, head inclining.

“Yes, me.”

He straightens up, almost to attention.

you can lay your

try his

there pick up his laptop

pauses, microscopically, looking

for me, you

“Yes, sir.”

I check my

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