Hot Revenge Box Set 4

Chapter 35

Klempner

A dozen of them…

Or more.

I know where to find at least one of Juliana’s heavies. So I might as well reduce the numbers a bit…

Improve the odds.

And oddly, I find I have another motive.

The things we learn about ourselves…

I realise that the idea of coercing the old man’s hard-earned cash away from him offends me.

That’s new…

…

…

Wonder how much they’ve had off him over the years…?

Why do they call it ‘Protection’?

Call it what it is…

Extorting money with menaces…

assumption that Wonder Boy is liable to turn up at about the same time as on previous occasions. After all, he wants his clientele to know when to have the money available

Antonio’s bar gives me what I want: a view

Juliana, or at least to the poor sap whose arm she was hanging

to see if he follows the same routine with Antonio. He

to face the rigours of the hot day, he makes for

Yup…

Same routine…

Same targets…

events that befell his comrade-in-arms, he’s not paying

much the

him on the first occasion. I follow

alley: a nice quiet…

That will do nicely…

or

peel ten per cent off the

shufti

not much more. Wonder Boy’s standing just beyond the cans with his back to me, recycling

top of him. When he does register I’m there, he’s still got his dick in his

face screwed up, obviously recognising me, but unsure

close up, his pupils are huge, dilated well beyond what

Does he ever learn?

Too late now…

light dawns across dull features. Abruptly, he grins, jabbing vee’d fingers towards his eyes, then back at me. “Eu vejo você, Senhor Klempner.”

throat. He drops with barely a sound, his cock still hanging out of his pants, clutching at his

he stills. Slit throats are a messy business and it’s

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