Revenge Àu Tròis
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Chapter 14
Wendy paced her room, tapping her mobile phone against her chin in an agitated fashion. She paused, looked at it and shook her head, then resumed pacing. After a couple more lengths, she stopped and looked at the phone again.
It's now or never.
She sighed angrily and flipped her phone open. She scrolled through her contacts until she found Gregory, and called.
"Hello, Wendy. Are you alright?"
Involuntary chills ran down her spine at the sound of his voice.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I just called to apologise for how I spoke to you earlier. I was feeling a little off."
"It's fine, really. It's quite natural, with what you're going through."
Cunt.
"Yeah." Wendy sucked in some air. Now for the hard part. "Listen, uh, why don't you come up here?"
"Are you sure?" He suddenly sounded happier.
"Yeah. To be honest, I could do with the company."
"Okay, then. I'll be up in five minutes."
Wendy grimaced, and called another number. There was no turning back now.
"Bebe? We're on."
*
Nearly ten minutes passed before the knock on the door. Wendy didn't know whether to be relieved or scared as she went to answer it. Gregory smiled at her as he stepped inside.
"Hello, Wendy. How are you feeling?"
"I'm okay, thanks."
For a few moments they stood in awkward silence, Gregory watching Wendy intently.
"Are you sure you're all right?" he asked eventually. "You seem nervous."
"No! I mean yeah!" she said quickly. "I-I'm just…" She rubbed her forehead. "Could you help me out with something?"
"Er, okay. What do you want me to do?"
"Well, I wanna get out of this dress." She looked down at her bedraggled wedding dress. "I mean, there's no point sitting around here like Miss Havisham, is there? Uh, anyway, the thing is, I think the zip's stuck. Could you take a look at it for me?"
"I…um, er, um…well, um…" Gregory flushed a deep crimson as he unwittingly did his best Hugh Grant impression. "Um, yeah, sure. No problem!" he said falteringly.
"Great." Wendy turned her back to him and lifted her hair up.
Gregory cleared his throat in an embarrassed way, and went over to her. He gave the unruly zip a gentle tug and it began to move. He unzipped the dress slowly all the way down to the small of Wendy's back. She flinched as his fingers brushed her bare skin.
"You seem tense," he murmured.
"I'm fine," she replied, her skin crawling at the lie.
She stepped away from him, holding her unzipped dress up to cover her modesty, and grabbed a black tracksuit from the bed.
"I won't be a minute," she said as she headed for the bathroom. "Make yourself comfortable."
Once inside the bathroom, Wendy changed quickly and tied her hair back. Instead of rejoining Gregory, she stood, waiting. Come on Bebe, any time now… There was a knock at the hotel room door.
"Can you get that?" she shouted out to him.
There was a slight pause, and then she heard Bebe greeting Gregory a little too enthusiastically. Wendy rolled her eyes and slipped out of the bathroom, unnoticed by Gregory. He was staring at Bebe, as most guys tended to do.
"Hey, Gregory," Bebe was saying. "It's good to see you again."
"It is?" He sounded confused.
"Yeah!" Bebe giggled. "You don't remember me, do you?"
"Ummm…"
"Well, it was a long time ago. I'm Bebe, Wendy's friend." She proffered her hand, which Gregory shook. "I was a member of La Resistance." She chanced a quick look at Wendy, and then turned her attention back to the entranced Gregory. "I gotta say, you have changed a lot, Greg."
"For the better, I hope."
"Definitely for the better." Bebe popped open a couple of buttons on her white silk shirt.
Wendy picked up a vase from a nearby table and crept up behind Gregory. She couldn't see his face, but she had a pretty good idea of what his expression was, the dirty horndog. Bebe had always had that effect on the male of the species, right from the moment she'd hit puberty.
Right now, she was giving her latest victim her best seductive smile. "Hey Greg, do you fancy a sandwich?" she asked, winking broadly.
He didn't get a chance to answer because Wendy brought the vase down hard on the back of his head. He slumped to the floor without a sound.
"Do you fancy a sandwich?" Wendy repeated, shaking her head. "Damn girl, you are so cheap."
Bebe grinned. "I know. You should've seen his face, Wendy. His eyes were out on stalks."
"I wonder why," Wendy remarked, glancing at Bebe's ample cleavage.
She grabbed Gregory under his shoulders and inched him toward the small table she'd got the vase from.
"A little help here?" she puffed.
"Sorry," Bebe countered. "I'd love to help, but y'know." She waggled her crutches.
After a couple of almost super human tugs, Wendy managed to manoeuvre the prostrate Gregory into position in front of the table. She stood up, gasping for air.
"Goddamit! I gotta start working out!"
She walked over to a chest of drawers and rummaged through until she found what she was looking for. Bebe watched with interest as her friend came up with a pair of tights and an old blue bandana.
"My something blue," Wendy answered her friend's querying look.
She wrapped the bandana and the tights around Gregory's wrists and attached them to the table legs.
"Are you sure this is gonna work?" Bebe asked nervously.
"It has to," Wendy replied quietly, staring at Gregory. A thought struck her. "Ooh, I nearly forgot."
She grabbed her cellphone from her handbag and slid it into her pocket, just as Gregory gave a low moan. The girls positioned themselves on either side of him.
"You ready?" Wendy asked in a low voice.
"Not really."
"Just follow my lead."
Gregory opened his eyes and looked around. It took him a moment to register that something wasn't quite right.
"Wha-What's going on?"
"Funny, I could ask you the same question," Wendy said archly.
"What are you talking about?"
Wendy knelt and leant in until her face was just a couple of inches from Gregory's. "Where's Stan?"
"What?" he shouted. "How the hell should I know?"
"Drop the act, Gregory. I know you were involved in the kidnapping," Wendy hissed furiously. "You see, Stan left you a voicemail earlier, and I listened to it. So I know. I know that you've had Stan and his friends kidnapped. I know you tried to have them killed. And I know you only did it so you could try and get close to me, you sick, twisted fuck."
"I really don't have any idea what you're talking about," Gregory said calmly.
Wendy leant back a little. "Okay, Bebe. Do it."
Bebe smiled, lifted one of her crutches and placed it gently on Gregory's groin. As he watched, horrified, she pressed down – hard. Wendy put her hand over his mouth to cover the yelps of pain. After a minute of unbearable pain, Bebe relieved the pressure on Gregory's groin.
"Ready to talk now?" Wendy asked.
"I'm sorry, Wendy," Gregory panted. "I really can't help you."
"Alright then. Bebe?"
Bebe pressed the crutch down again.
After a further five minutes of questions, unsatisfactory answers and some more crushing of Gregory's love-spuds, the two women stood up.
"We're not getting anywhere," Bebe said, frustrated. "He's not going to crack."
"We have to keep trying," Wendy said.
Bebe sighed and glared at the floor for a moment. She looked up again – and gasped. "Wendy, look out!"
Wendy had no time to react as Gregory grabbed her from behind.
"You really should learn to tie tighter knots," he said, his breath hot on the side of her face.
He looked around the room and then went over to the dressing table, dragging Wendy along with him. He grabbed an ivory handled letter opener that was posing as an ornament and held it to her throat. Bebe gasped in horror.
"Utter one sound, my dear, and I'll cut her throat," Gregory told her through gritted teeth.
Bebe shut her mouth.
"So is this you admitting everything?" Wendy asked, her voice trembling.
"I don't have to admit anything," he replied. "Apparently you've heard from your erstwhile fiancé. You've got me bang to rights, haven't you?"
"What are you going to do now?"
"I've got to clear this mess up," Gregory answered. "I'm afraid you're going to have to come with me, Wendy." He glared at Bebe. "And as for you, my little slapper…"
He kicked out at her, taking her crutches out from under her with one swift movement. Bebe cried out in pain as she hit the floor, landing heavily on her broken leg.
"Bebe!" Wendy cried as Gregory hustled her toward the door.
He opened it and shoved her through, then closed the door gently, cutting off Bebe's desperate cries. Concealing the letter opener carefully up his sleeve, he put his arm around Wendy's shoulder, holding her just hard enough to leave a mark.
"Now, we're going to walk down through the hotel to my car," he informed her casually, as though they were about to embark on a sightseeing trip. "If you try and alert anyone on the way down, I'll finish it right here. Understand?"
Wendy nodded. She didn't know if Gregory would really carry out his threat, but she didn't want to push him too far. He already looked on edge as it was.
As it turned out, the walk down through the hotel was an uneventful one. Wendy didn't see anyone she knew – most of the wedding guests, including some of her family, had already checked out – so they reached Gregory's dark blue Mercedes relatively undisturbed. He opened the passenger door.
"Right, in you get," he said, waving toward it.
"No!" Wendy said defiantly. "Not until you tell me what's happening."
Gregory sighed as though she were a troublesome child. "Don't make me put you in the boot, darling."
Wendy scowled at the tarmac and climbed in reluctantly. Gregory jogged around the other side and got in. He gunned the engine and they pulled out of the car park. Wendy took a few deep breaths, then instantly regretted it. The air in the car was thick with Gregory's expensive smelling aftershave.
She glanced across at him. He was staring straight ahead, his jaw set firm, his eyes fixed on the road. Carefully, she slid her hand into her pocket until she touched the cold, hard surface of her mobile phone and ran her fingers across it until she had located the two buttons that she needed. As she pressed them - carefully so as not to attract Gregory's attention – she gave private thanks that she had resisted the urge to buy an iPhone. She slowly pulled her hand out again and rested it in her lap with the other one. God I hope this works.
"Where are we going?" she asked after a couple of minutes of uneasy silence.
Gregory smiled broadly, as though he was thinking about a joke only he knew the punchline to.
"I'm taking you home, Wendy," he replied, grinning at her confusion. "We're going to South Park."
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Chapter 15 up soon…