Hot Revenge Box Set 4

Chapter 37

“Charlotte, could you set an extra place at the table, please.”

“Sure.” She pauses, her hand full of cutlery. “Who are we expecting?”

“Georgie’s joining us for lunch…”

Her mouth opens in a silent Ahhh…

“… Is that alright with you?”

She moves table-mat, knife and fork to one side, clearing enough space for another setting. “Of course it is, Master. I know how much it means to you to have Georgie speaking to you again. I’ll do my best to make friends with her.”

“Thank you.” I kiss her forehead, tilt her chin up. “For what it’s worth, she said something similar.”

*****

The doorbell rings.

Charlotte stands. “I’ll go.”

She returns a minute later with Georgie, who offers her a bottle of wine. “I wasn’t sure what everyone likes, red or white, so I brought a rosé.”

“Good choice.” I gesture towards the fridge. “It’ll go well with the salmon we’re having. Just pop it in the fridge for now to chill, then take a seat.”

She hovers by the table. “Any particular place I should sit?”

“I set your place there...” Charlotte points. “… next to your Dad.”

Georgie takes a seat, having the look of one floundering. Then, spotting Cara on her playmat on the floor, patting at a dangling pink and blue ladybird. “Are you enjoying being a Mom?”

Charlotte beams. “Oh, yes. But I'll be glad when I’m back to my proper shape again.”

“I suppose you can use the gym in the hotel. Get plenty of exercise.”

“There's that. And I can ride too. That's good exercise.”

“Ride? You have a horse?”

“That’s right. She was a Christmas present. Can you ride?”

Georgie blows air. “I’ve never been on a horse.”

Credit where it’s due, Charlotte’s hesitation is infinitesimal. “Would you like to try? You could… You could borrow Charlie. I'm sure my Ma.. your dad would teach you.”

Georgie swings around to me. “Would you?”

“If Charlotte is happy for you to ride Charlie, I’d like that very much.”

“When can we try?”

“No time like the present. After lunch?”

*****

 

Klempner

Abandoning the abattoir above me, I make the quick climb down again, hanging from the rail of the lowest balcony to let myself drop to the ground. Landing on my toes, the rifle swings against my shoulder then jogs against me.

“Ah, there you are, Larry. I was beginning to worry you might have taken a wrong turn.”

The voice comes from behind me and despite myself, I startle, spinning to face the grinning Juliana and, by her side, a stranger with a gun in his hand. In the poor light, I can’t make out the model, but since the dangerous end is waving at me, that’s by the by…

I look more closely, but not at the weapon: his face.

A bit of a pretty boy: his hair is slicked back to a fetching ponytail and he has that slightly oily look that says Pimp.

No… not a stranger…

Now I look again, it’s Cash-Counting-Man from the night Wonder Boy led me here the first time.

While Juliana was making cow’s eyes at another gang member…

Cash-Man hovers close to Juliana with a slight proprietorial air…

Thinks he’s got her?

Another one?

Must have worked her way through half the fucking city…

Be walking bow-legged if she’s not careful…

And now I think on it, I have Cash-Man’s photo in my phone…

Wonder if Hickman made any progress on that?

Juliana’s wearing that manic grin that is so much a part her sexual allure and Femme Fatale appeal. “So sorry, Larry. Weren’t you expecting me?” She fishes into a shoulder bag, producing a mobile, then tapping the screen to life.

WTF?

Calling for backup?

She’s opted for redhead this evening…

Deliberate?

Probably…

… with green eye make-up which I’m guessing is supposed to give her a delicate mermaid air, but in reality reminds me of one of the characters I saw in the Pride and Prejudice and Zombies movie.

Oddly, Cash-Man seems attracted to her. I cannot see why. But she’s repeated this pattern now again and again.

does

Flattery?

Appeal to the machismo?

Good in the bedroom?

the knack to sucker a certain kind

He’s dangerous.”

speaking

a bit thick but

benefit? Put up a

he knows she’s screwing

when they’re all already

smiles sweetly at him. “… how dangerous can he be

raise a finger, pointing skyward. “D’you know all your friends up

them all of

the poisoned pocket is the one responsible. Did you let her dole out whatever they were

just a little. He glares, moving toward me and

can he

Seriously?

“How difficult would it be for her to

of something

While she still has a use for

him a

Superman complex?

as he speaks.

You? A pusher who’s a user too? Sorry. My

time, time

Deja vu…

I’ve been found at the spot, and under just these conditions, as I descended from the fourth

How did she know?

Waiting for me…

balconies, windows and human

All overlooking this alley…

look-out? Watching for the

Or me…

not stop me halfway down? Throw me off the

Or try to…

security camera somewhere…

Ah… the phone…

linked to a camera

tapping at the

thought of

No-one’s infallible…

screen, then her face twists. “Don’t let him get

He

like that. I told you. I want

my shoulder. “You think that’s any good for

edge of my blade. “No. This is what I use for up close.” I nod down to his pistol. “And how

gun. “She said alive,

“No!” It’s Juliana again…

Darting forward, slapping the pistol to one side, I lean the other way. Sure enough, it fires, the round blowing a hole in the wall of the apartment block

screams. The blow may have broken his wrist. Certainly, it jarred it. And I’m not about to give him time to regret

to recover from his mistake, but as I swing a foot around his ankles, he’s off-balance and

his own. For myself, I prefer my hair long enough to provide a bit of

follows him down. Snatching at it with my free hand, I yank upwards,

two feet, firmly on the ground. But dangling where I hold him by the hair, he’s almost horizontal from the knees up. He can’t get up, can’t get down and now, shoving the knife into my belt for speed, I have the

now that I have control. The muzzle of my gun pressed to his skull. “You’re coming with me, Juliana, if you don't

him, but at least his body is shielding mine while I figure how to get to Juliana

Is she armed?

anything except

Her reaction is weird. She stands there, all nonchalance, smirking. “That’s it, is it, Larry? You think you have the upper

you ask Speeding

what she wants. But, something about Juliana’s manner is unsettling. “I know you don’t care if I blow his brains out, but

playing for time, trying to figure what the card

Someone else here?

dart glances left and right…

That fucking infuriating Juliana giggle. “Larry,

into his hair, keeping Jose immobile, the left is occupied holding

pocket. “Yes, your phone. You've got incoming, Larry. Take a look.” She’s not

knows something I

my pocket, the phone is vibing. With both hands occupied, I push the muzzle of my gun into the back of Jose’s neck, tugging down on the ponytail with the other.

as he obeys: suspiciously calm. Juliana’s gaze follows him down, and now she’s definitely

base of his skull, I fish the

… and turn cold…

of the usual accept/deny button, there's an

live feed. And of a view I

home in the mountain. Mitch and Jenny are there, sitting at one of the tables. Their backs are turned to me, but they’re clearly talking together, body language relaxed. James and Michael stand nearby,

move between the two men: first

live feed from

again: an infuriating, sickening sound. “Which will it be, Larry? Your bitch whore or your bitch daughter? I can take the men too, but

Where the hell's Hickman?

doing his

gut him for

have them picked off one at a time. Or my sniper can simply mow them all

Christ…

you going

Don’t panic…

…

Think…

muzzle of my Glock still to Jose’s head, I watch as Juliana mutters

she give the order

my surrender, then

Mitch…

Jenny…

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