Hot Revenge Box Set 2

And I keep talking. “What a nice lot of boys and girls. All these doggies... What a lot of lovely doggies...” Nonsense words. Not
meaning anything. Just a vehicle for a calm voice. Intended to soothe. Designed to disarm.
I keep speaking and the stranger brushes by, trying to introduce himself to Scruffy, ignoring me. As he comes close, I let my
hand trail over his fur. “Blackie. What a nice boy. What a good boy Blackie is.”
His ears are pricking us, and he brushes by again, now exchanging sniffs with Emma. Archie grumbles low and Blackie cows,
dropping to his stomach. Archie prances up, fur bristling, tail upright and Blackie whines then sits by me. His eyes softening by
the moment, he pants heavily.
Still moving carefully, I take off my belt then make a loop of the end. Holding it loosely in my hand, I let it dangle, very casually,
then trail the other hand over his fur. “What a nice boy. What a good boy Blackie is. Blackie’s far too nice to be nasty.”
He relaxes completely. And as I show him the belt, doesn’t react at all. Moving carefully, I loop it over his head and then slowly
stand. “Heel.”
And he curves around behind me to stand by my right side.
“So,” says Klempner, from his spot a few yards away, “What now?”
“I just want to check something.”
He follows silently as, Blackie on his ‘lead’, I skirt the thicket he was sheltering in. “There...” I point. “See?”
“Pawprints?”
“Pawprints running both ways. Lots of them. He’s been dashing up and down trying to find someone. He’s been dumped. Some
bastard’s just left him here and he’s been trying to find them. How does a dog understand that the people he loves would just
abandon him?”
Klempner looks down at Blackie, his expression thoughtful.
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Heads swivel as we walk in.
James, Michael and Richard exchange looks. “I’m almost certain...” says Richard... “... that you left here with five dogs.”

“And I’ve come back with six. Yes, I know. I couldn’t leave him. Someone’s dumped him.”
Michael looks him over. “He’s a good-looking animal. You think he’s been abandoned?”
“Happens all the time. He looks about a year old to me. He’s big, but he’s still a bit gangly. Not grown into his paws yet. He was
probably thrown out to make way for the Christmas puppy.”
Charlotte’s voice hisses from the lounge door. “Bastards!”
“Yup,” I reply. “There’s a special place in Hell for them. I hope they rot.”
“Where d’you want this lot?” asks Larry, wincing away from where a holly branch prickles at his chin.
James thumbs him through to the dining room. “In there.”
He marches through then without ceremony, dumps his load of holly on the tiles. Standing with his back to the fire, “Is there
anything hot to drink? I’m fucking freezing.”
James offers up a whiskey bottle. “Coffee with a splash?”
“Perfect.”
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Cradling glasses of Irish coffee, Larry and I sit by the hearth. Ryan pulls up a chair. His earlier tension looks to have dissolved,
replaced by a kind of softness in his eye. He kisses my cheek. “Good for you. But what on earth are you going to do with him?”
“Blowed if I know.”
The pack are squirming for position on the rug. Blackie circles a bit then sits close, leaning against my leg.
Larry regards him, lips pursed. “That was an interesting performance. You’ve done this before? Picked up a strange dog?”
“Oh, yes.”
He sips at coffee through a thick layer of floating cream. “That’s a dangerous hobby.”
I sip at my drink too, then recoil at the burn of the brandy coming through the cream. “Not so much as you might think. You just
have to put yourself inside their heads. You see it a lot with mistreated dogs. They’ve had their trust shattered. They don’t know

who they can rely on. They certainly don’t understand why the people who should have loved them treated them that way...”
Meg comes barrelling in, all authority and bluster. Blackie drops and whines. Klempner stares. “That dog could swallow her in
two bites.”
I shrug. “Size is almost irrelevant with dogs. It’s all about dominance and the pecking order. And democracy is a human concept.
Not a canine one.”
I sip more of my coffee, more carefully this time. Caffeine and alcohol sizzle a trail down my throat and my earlobes begin to
glow... “... When they’ve been mistreated, they're scared stupid and they don't know how to cope. So, they lash out at whoever's
near. That’s how you create a really dangerous animal. But if you make them feel safe... Wanted... Loved... It turns them around.
They become what nature always intended them to be. A warm, willing, friendly animal. Part of their group. Fulfilled and
happy...”
I gulp at my drink, then aim a finger at my Gang, jostling for position in front of the fire. “Meg there... She was condemned as
irredeemably dangerous. They had her on Death Row in the shelter. But once she had the love and care she needed, and she
knew she was safe, she changed completely. She was fine.”
Klempner sits silently regarding each dog in turn, his eyelids drooping.
James appears with a tray. “Works on people too,” he says, as though in passing. “Sandwich anyone? Beef and horseradish.”
As the tray of sandwiches passes overhead, the Gang stir.
“There’s a lot of fatty off-cuts in the kitchen,” says James. “Can they have them?”
“Try to stop them,” I chuckle. He taps his thigh and the Gang tumble after him.
Beside me, Blackie lifts his nose, snuffling at the air. Larry casts an enquiring eye at me, half a sandwich hovering in his hand.
“Don't go to him, “I say. “Let him come to you. Then the contact is his idea and made by his choice.”
He leans forward, as though to offer the treat.
“Don't try to make him take it from your hand,” I say. “And no... Don't toss it at him either. He may have had things thrown at him.
Just put it in the floor a little distance away from yourself.”

He nods slightly, placing the sandwich on the floor. Blackie stares at it, then belly to the carpet, he slinks across and wolfs down
the offering.
Klempner watches the performance, his face unreadable. “Poor bastard. He’s been punished for accepting food, hasn’t he.”
“I’d say so, yes.”
He tears another chunk from his sandwich, putting it down on the floor, a little closer this time. Blackie promptly wolfs it down,
then with a groan, sits up against Klempner and lays his head on his lap.
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