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,

Too stupid to live…

Glock, I cup my paired hands,

it. Eyes widen.

running the wrong

Fuck…

make after them, and there,

Finchby…

Gotcha!

as he sees me coming and he brings up his pistol. He’s way too slow, yelping as I slap the hand to one

panicking… I plant my fist

Got the bastard!

his feet. “Now move.” Dangling in my grip, half his weight pressed against the collar at the front of his neck, it’s

with me. “Want

Our friend here

Finchby’s squealing like a piglet that knows

Which it is…

you yet. If you annoy me

examining his face. “If you want him

Ever the pragmatist…

and bottom, and Finchby drops to the ground, landing

to carry him away? Knowing I'd have thought you would have...” James points

need to know where he is. I’m sure our

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

apparently on his way out, but as he sees

my grip on Finchby, I straighten up. Finchby takes the opportunity to kick

He looks down

Hickman.

help you with…” He meets my eye, shrugs. “Sorry, Mr

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

“I'd say you're

do you feel about

spark, head

“Yes, me.”

Mr Klempner.” He straightens up, almost to attention. “What would you like

can lay your

“I'll try his office.

“While you're there pick up his laptop

microscopically,

you're working for me, you take orders from

“Yes, sir.”

hang around.” I check my

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