Hot Revenge Box Set 4

James

I tap and my daughter’s voice replies. “Come in. It’s open.”

Pressing the handle down with an elbow, I nudge the door open with the tray. “Good morning,” I say, injecting into my voice as much cheerfulness as I know how. “Breakfast. I thought we might eat together.”

Georgie smiles from her seat at the dresser where, looking fresh and a little pink from the shower, she is brushing out her long hair. Born in my physical image, her hair as dark as mine: at least, as dark as mine used to be.

Trying not to be obvious about it, I look her over.

Still pale…

… but the dark rings under her eyes are fading…

“Hi, Dad. Yes, I’d love to have breakfast with you.” She’s smiling, but her voice is subdued.

“I brought croissants and coffee. Keep it light. I thought we might have lunch together later? I reserved a table for us by the picture window in the restaurant downstairs.”

“Lunch? Yes, that would be great…” That not-quite-a-smile again.

Masking something…

“How are you feeling now?”

She sucks at a lip. Swallows. “I’m getting better. It’s just… my head… I’m a bit of a mess inside.”

“I can understand that. But Georgie, you’re safe.”

Her eyes well. “They were going to rape me, Dad. Takes turns at me. She was going to watch.”

“But they didn’t. We reached you in time. And now, you’re safe.”

and tears trickle down

the pot. “Here, have some coffee. It’ll

vigorously and tries to smile, but her eyes still well. “Sure. Thanks.” Then, sipping at the coffee,

it wasn’t

Christ… Where to start?

my hands on my lap… “… and it wasn’t really aimed at me either. The target was one of the other men

teary eyes. “Sounds like you have some

Can’t argue with that…

don’t come weirder

“Where is he now?”

fill you in when you’re calmer. When you’re fully recovered. But what I will say again is, you are safe. There’s not just me here.

sips, then whispers. “Okay.” Another sip. Then she munches a mouthful of croissant. “Um…, Dad. That lunch you were

Ahhh…

just you and

thought you might bring… your wife… along too. So I could

“You weren’t very pleasant to Charlotte the last time you met her…” Georgie’s face falls. “… In fact, you were downright hostile. I’m not risking her being upset that

her croissant, chewing and chewing,

or not, Georgie, Charlotte is my wife. And I’m not going to introduce you again to her, and certainly not to Cara, if I can’t be certain of your good behaviour. Or at least,

forehead wrinkles.

Oh, for fuck’s sake…

daughter. My daughter…” I

turns away, her head drooping. “Oh, yes.

a forefinger towards her… “… Your sister… And you’re going to have to get used to the idea…” She fidgets and looks away… “… In any case, I think the hotel is the

home? I thought that… after a few days…” She

Ah, crap…

for a moment, I consider how

it