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

Too stupid to live…

cup my paired hands, then... “Boom...” I open them

finally, they get it.

two running the wrong

Fuck…

them, and there, running

Finchby…

Gotcha!

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

I plant my fist in his face and he

Got the bastard!

pressed against the collar at

me. “Want a hand

Our friend here is

a piglet that

Which it is…

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

head back by the hair, examining his face. “If you want him able to speak,

Ever the pragmatist…

release him, top and bottom, and Finchby drops to

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

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

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

blocking our way to the stairs, Hickman, apparently on his way out, but as he

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

up and away from his torso. “Hey, I'm not looking for trouble. Like I said…” He looks down to Finchby again, his mouth pinching… “I don't want nothing to do

bawls… “You bastard, Hickman.

for that, I wasn’t. You told me I was to help you with…” He meets my eye,

I get that. Hickman, it seems to me that

glumly. “I'd

do you feel about a

spark, head inclining.

“Yes, me.”

almost to attention.

can lay your hands

thinks, then, “I'll try his office. Be right

you're there pick up his laptop and

microscopically,

you

“Yes, sir.”

check my watch. “We only have six

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255