Hot Revenge Box Set 4

Chapter 21

Antonio's concern for me is touching but it’s cost me long seconds. As I emerge, blinking against the sunlight, Wonder Boy has vanished.

Fuck!

Have I lost him?

I spin, scanning all around, seeking my quarry, ignoring the curious stares of passers-by…

… The line of parked cars…

Doorways…

… along the block…

… the other side of the street…

Zip. Nada…

Then, sprinting across the street, dodging the traffic, I make it to the corner: the clothes store I used as my lurking spot when I first came here.

How long did he hold me up?

Twenty seconds?

Thirty?

How far can the bastard have gone?

Then, I see him again, tall against the crowd.

He emerges from the next door along from Antonio’s, a small hair-salon-cum-barber-shop. Shoving something into his pocket, he turns my way…

The clothing store?

It appears Santa Claus is doing his rounds, collecting his gifts from all the little boys and girls on his list, regardless of whether they’re naughty or nice.

the street to merge with the hubbub of people, then double-back on myself to wait, watching the

the people…

looking through the plate glass windows, I see him inside, looming over a

intimidating. An arm to either side of her, smirking, he has her trapped, enclosed between his chest and arms, and the wall. Even from here,

her space as he cages her

…and accept…

… the rules.

is the

If that were Jenny…

My gut tightens…

Then, inwardly, I chuckle.

a knee in his groin and a knife/broken-bottle/metal-comb at his throat. The only time anyone ever took my daughter down, she was nine months pregnant. Even then, it took two strong men and a hypo

I watch, the girl ducks, then slides away from Wonder Boy, making for the counter, Stabbing at the till, she snatches

love to take

just try to intimidate someone who knows how to

smirk from your

…

It’s not the time…

reference, adding it to my list of To-Dos: Teach Asshole a lesson he won’t

later, he re-emerges, again stuffing his

Always the pocket…

Never the attache

next stop:

I point to the first brand

one out then, as I’m about to light up, Wonder Boy reappears. He doesn’t even look my way as, taking

little distance as I slip the cigarette back into the pack, when I realise there’s a beggar, rheumy-eyed, standing beside me, holding his hand out, looking at the

the breeze. The beggar inhales deeply, smoke drifting from his nostrils, then gives me a small bow and a

touch my forehead… “My pleasure...” …

Shit!

Where is he?

Boy’s nowhere in sight,

Have I lost him?

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