Hot Revenge Box Set 4

The Wolves and the Nightshades…

Gang names…

?

‘Wolves’ has masculine overtones, a touch of the machismo about it. I can see that as a gang name.

But Nightshades?

What gang calls itself Nightshades?

Poison is a woman’s weapon…

Chewing my potato, I retrieve Sola’s text on poisons.

Nightshade…

Also known as Belladonna… ‘used historically as medicine, poison and cosmetic…

Cosmetic?

I read on… Belladona…’Beautiful lady… the juice used historically in Italy to enlarge the pupils of women to enhance their appearance…

Fuck me…

I flick a page or two: Symptoms of belladonna poisoning… dilated pupils, rash or flushed skin on the face, neck and upper body, accelerated heartbeat, epileptic spasms, vomiting…

*****

James

“What do you think?”

Michael raises brows. “Klempner?”

“Of course, Klempner. D’you think he’s alive?”

He scratches into his scalp. “With the kind of life he's led… leads… I suppose it was only a matter of time before he walked into one of these situations and didn’t walk out again.”

“I suppose. Still, it’s hard to imagine him going down with some half-crazed woman. I mean, drug barons, criminal overlords, yes. Experienced mercenaries or assassins… You can see how they might have outclassed him. But some half-cocked girl with a grudge? How could she have gotten the better of him?”

“That’s not really the question is it?”

“No?”

“No. The question is, how is Mitch handling it?”

Guilt clutches at me. “Not well.”

*****

Klempner

back, and behaving as though our previous meeting

gold dragons. It’s too loud against

hell did you seduce

fucking wow in

are we going

little more comfortably, straightening up against the wall. “What would you like to

ease the pressure. It works, but now my weight is on

she snaps, “You’re not

pay attention with

baby. Aren’t you comfy?” Pleasure

to keep me incarcerated in the dark

props

“A chair?”

bring you down here

then? I’m getting sores in my skin from rubbing against damp concrete. If they get infected which, in these conditions, they

She rocks a hand; sniffs and smiles. “We'll see. Perhaps I’ll give

*****

my corner, I stare into the

This is it then.

it all… Outlived

Mercenaries…

Murderers…

Machete-wielding savages…

just like me… Some of them worse

I survived the lot.

I'm captured by one

…

…

No… Not stupid…

Vengeful…

Depraved…

Insane…

Yes, insane…

don’t find something to laugh at, I’ll

a sack

medical diagnosis, but encapsulating all

What's her intention?

What does she want?

To kill me?

I'd already be dead.

at least

does

Power.

wielding power over