Hot Revenge Box Set 4

Chapter 1 Fatale

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.”

tears trickle down her

pot. “Here, have

the coffee, “Who are they, Dad? Why did they pick me? Was it for

it wasn’t

Christ… Where to start? Explaining this

aimed at me either. The target was one of the other men you saw

teary eyes. “Sounds like you have some

Can’t argue with that…

don’t come weirder than

“Where is he now?”

in when you’re calmer. When you’re fully recovered. But what I will say again is,

a mouthful of croissant.

Ahhh…

you and

your wife… along too. So I could meet

cool, “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

bites another mouthful of her croissant, chewing and chewing, but it doesn’t seem

her, and certainly not to Cara, if I can’t be certain of your good behaviour. Or at least, your

forehead wrinkles. “Cara? Who’s

Oh, for fuck’s sake…

daughter. My daughter…” I lean forward… “…

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

the idea…” She fidgets and looks away… “… In any case, I think the hotel is the best place for you right now. You’re comfortable here, I’m sure. This is one of

I thought

Ah, crap…

bowed for a moment, I consider how to deal

thought it through before I

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