Savage Justice

By M. A. Comley

From the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author M A Comley who has sold nearly three million ebooks worldwide.

The year is 2004, Lorne Simpkins and her partner, Pete Childs, have a terror attack on their hands.

Lorne has her suspicions who is behind the incident... her arch enemy, The Unicorn. Can the intrepid duo bring the vile criminal to justice before he carries out his ultimate plan to tear the capital apart?

Grab this 17,000 word thrilling novella now.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jeamel Publishing Limited
• Release date: Jun 27, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393598299

M. A. Comley

I am a British author. I moved to France around ten years ago, and that's when I turned my hobby into a career. I'm fortunate to be represented by New York agent Richard Curtis. I share my home with two crazy dogs that like nothing better than to drag their masterful leader (that's me) around the village. I hope you enjoy reading my books, especially the Justice series, Cruel Justice, Impeding Justice,Final Justice,Foul Justice and the newest addition, Guaranteed Justice. Ultimate Justice is due out in Feb 2013. If you'd like to keep up to date with new releases you can find me on facebook by following this link http://www.facebook.com/pages/Mel-Comley/264745836884860 If you fancy a lighter read, why not try one of my romances: A Time to Heal, and A Time for Change--Based on a TRUE story. I also have a selection of short stories and novelettes available which I know you'll enjoy. You can find out more about me at the following blogs. http://melcomley.blogspot.com http://melcomleyromances.blogspot.com  

Book preview

Prologue

S o, Hendricks, what say you? Are you in or out?

The man visibly shook in front of the one known as the Unicorn.

He was a notoriously evil man, who, over the past few years had come to rule the London underworld. He had very little regard for anyone, let alone the police. A man into any illegal activity which could line his pockets with money.

As Hendricks was about to find out, he didn’t like being messed around, not by people he thought he could trust. Hendricks had been supplying him with drugs to sell on the streets for years, but lately, he’d become one of two things, either complacent or greedy. The last shipment he’d supplied the Unicorn was light by a considerable amount. That was what today’s meeting was truly about. He was toying with the shit, giving him false hope that everything would be all right after his ‘tiny misdemeanour’ as Hendricks had referred to the faux pas.

I’m waiting for an answer. His grin transformed instantly into his famous sneer.

Hendricks gulped noisily. With one muscle-bound thug hanging on to each arm, he knew there was no escaping the situation. I’m in. What do I have to do?

The sneer slipped away again, and the knowing grin resurfaced. You have to accompany my lads somewhere. We have a shipment of drugs arriving, and I need you to oversee the unloading process. You’re the only one I can trust to do that. Are you up for it?

Hendricks frowned, his confusion palpable. I…well…I’d be honoured, if you think you can trust me again?

I’ve been a long time in this business. I know weasels like you enjoy nothing more than chancing their arm to see if they get burnt. The thing is, you’re the best of a bad bunch. I’m willing to set aside the money you stole from me and allow you to make amends. He shrugged and turned away. Still, if you’re not prepared to do that, then Giorgio and Ramon here will see to it that you never walk again. I call that a win-win situation, for me. His head tipped back, and he roared with laughter.

Hendricks gulped a second time, the knot in his throat taking a while to disperse by the way his head was thrusting back and forth. Okay, I’m in. What happens afterwards?

Once you’ve earnt my trust once more with this job, well, then you become part of the family again. You’d want that, right?

Hendricks nodded eagerly. Yes. I’m sorry, sincerely I am. I’ll do anything to make things right between us.

The Unicorn folded his arms and nodded. Glad to hear it. Gentlemen, make Mr Hendricks comfortable for the next few hours while I sort out the arrangements.

You’ve got it, boss, Giorgio replied.

Hendricks was led away. The Unicorn watched the three of them leave the room through narrowed eyes. He poured himself half a tumbler of twelve-year-old malt and downed it in one go. You’ll regret the day you ever crossed me, man, but I’m going to have some fun with you first. He rubbed his hands together and chuckled.

1

Lorne opened her eyes and found Tom staring down at her. He had a tray in his hands and wore an apologetic expression. I’m sorry for falling out with you last night. Thought I’d show my appreciation by making you breakfast. Am I forgiven?

She wriggled up the bed and forced herself to smile at him. She wasn’t one to bear a grudge, not really, although she was getting sick and tired of the childish tantrums Tom kept having lately. They’d tried on numerous occasions to sit down and have a genuine discussion with the aim to figure out what was wrong between them, but each time it had failed and they found themselves back to square one. It was their daughter she felt sorry for. Charlie was stuck in the middle, clearly fed up with the way they spoke to and treated each other. Lorne found herself constantly worrying about the impact their behaviour was having on their daughter. She sighed. It was time to let things go, buckle under again, let Tom think he’d won this round, for now. If only for a quiet life. After all, that was what this amounted to, wasn’t it? Their marriage had become a sham. Did they truly love each other any more? There were some days Lorne thought she did and others when she detested the sight of Tom.

Thanks, that was thoughtful of you. The words almost choked her.

He positioned the tray on her legs. Kissed the tip of her nose and smiled. I can be sometimes, you know. You just choose not to see it that way.

Oh crap! Here he goes again…lighting the touch paper.

She ignored the comment and nibbled on the slice of toast he’d slathered in butter and topped