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!”

the message. Another runs up,

Too stupid to live…

hands, then... “Boom...” I open them up.

they get it. Eyes

two running the wrong

Fuck…

and there, running ahead

Finchby…

Gotcha!

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

panicking… I plant my

Got the bastard!

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

up with me. “Want a hand

here

Finchby’s squealing like a piglet that knows it’s bacon

Which it is…

not done anything to you yet. If you annoy me now, we might move

his face. “If you want him able to speak, you’d better not

Ever the pragmatist…

I release him, top and bottom, and Finchby drops to the

have thought you would have...” James points two fingers at the little runt, pulling

he is. I’m

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

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

straighten up. Finchby takes the opportunity to kick

torso. “Hey, I'm not looking for trouble. Like I said…” He looks down to Finchby again, his mouth pinching…

bastard, Hickman. You were being

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

seems to

nods glumly. “I'd say you're

do you feel about

eyes spark,

“Yes, me.”

to attention.

string, anything you can lay your

then, “I'll try his office. Be

you're there pick up his laptop and phone

pauses, microscopically, looking

working for me, you take orders from

“Yes, sir.”

don't hang around.” I check my

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