Zoë Archer - Sweet Revenge

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When Jack Dalton escapes from Dunmoor Prison, he has only one thing in mind—finding the nobleman who murdered his sister and making him pay. But when he reaches the inn where the Lord Rockley is rumored to be staying, three well-dressed strangers are there to meet him instead. And the pretty blonde is aiming a pistol right at his head … Joining Nemesis, Unlimited has made Eva Warrick much more than the well-mannered lady she appears to be—one who can shoot, fight, and outsmart any man in the quest to right the injustices so often suffered by the innocent. She’s not afraid of the burly escaped convict, but she is startled by their shared attraction. She and her partners need Jack’s help to get to Rockley, but Eva finds she wants Jack for scandalous reasons all her own… Review "Prolific author Archer (the Hellraisers series) opens the Nemesis, Unlimited series, set in the grimy underbelly of 1886 London, with unforgettable characters whose connection sizzles. This bold mix of an unlikely romance, a gritty setting, and a page-turning thriller will leave readers craving more."—
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“Cheers,” Jack said, guarded. The cup was tiny in his hand, but he held it up and sniffed at the tea.

Eva, holding his gaze, sipped at her tea. “There’s a disappointing lack of opium in it.”

He waited until she and everyone else looked away, then took a drink, his first real cup of tea in half a decade. Maybe gentry folk drank better brews than this, but he wouldn’t know the difference. As it was, the tea was strong and wonderful. Barely, he resisted the impulse to close his eyes and groan in delight. Jaysus, but he missed this.

“I’m Lazarus,” the older man said. He might have been on the far side of fifty, and not especially tall, but he looked fit and he carried himself like a man who once had earned his coin through Her Majesty’s Army. Which confirmed what the others had told Jack on the train. Lazarus tilted his head toward the woman who’d opened the door. “You already met Harridan Badly.”

“It’s Harriet, you ass,” she snapped. “Harriet Bradley.” Now that Jack could see her better, he realized that Harriet wasn’t young, either, somewhere in her middle forties, but still slim and handsome. Her skin was the color of tea with cream, her features were slightly African, her hair thickly textured. A woman of mixed blood.

Dislike and something else crackled between her and Lazarus as they glared at each other across the parlor.

“Desmond and Riza are out in the field right now,” Eva said. “And now you’ve met everyone in Nemesis.”

“Good to sodding meet you.” Jack threw back the last of his tea, not caring that it burned his mouth, and slammed his cup down on the table. It broke apart, bits of cheap porcelain scattering over the wood. “I’m leaving. Got a murderer to kill.” He swung back toward the door.

Marco and Simon were on him in an instant, gripping his arms, struggling to restrain him.

He snarled out a laugh. “You think you can hold me?”

“Either you stay here and do what we say,” Marco said through gritted teeth, “or we hand you to the authorities.”

Anger boiled through Jack. “I broke out of Dunmoor but wound up in another prison.” He shook Marco off. The dark man stumbled against one of the upholstered chairs, then righted himself quickly, agile as a liar.

Before Jack could shove Simon, Eva stepped in front of him. “By now, Rockley’s been informed that you’ve escaped,” she said. “Security around him is going to be impenetrable. You wouldn’t be able to get to him, even if we let you go.” She took a step closer. “All you would be doing is running straight toward your own death. Without even the satisfaction of vengeance. If that’s what you want”—she moved aside and undid all the locks on the door, even the bolt—“then go.”

His gaze moved back and forth between her and the door. Was she speaking the truth? Jack had escaped from prison that very day, and the prison wouldn’t want to make public the fact that one of their convicts had gotten free. And Dunmoor was hundreds of miles from London. At most, there might be a notice in the York papers. No one in London would know.

But … Rockley had always kept his claws out for any bit of information relevant to himself. He lined the pockets of bureaucrats and informants all over the country. Official word wouldn’t get out about Jack’s escape, but doubtless one of the warders—if not the prison governor himself—had been kept on retainer. Jack had tried to kill Rockley and survived. Without question Rockley would have kept an eye on him. A telegraph had surely been sent, informing that piece of garbage that Jack was at large. Rockley’s edginess had probably gotten even worse since Jack had tried to murder him. Which meant he would have doubled or even tripled his usual number of bodyguards. Jack had once been one of those bodyguards. They were rough, mean men, just like him. And just like him, they’d stop at nothing to keep anyone and everyone from getting to Rockley.

Eva was right. If Jack so much as belched in Rockley’s direction, he’d be taken down. There’d be no justice for Edith. Only her brother’s cold, rotting body lying in the street.

He swore, using the filthiest words he knew.

“Curb your language,” Simon hissed.

“I’ll say whatever I bloody want. Get off me.” Jack rammed his elbow into Simon’s flat stomach. The toff only grunted softly, but didn’t let go.

She peered at Jack. “Mr. Dalton appears to have grasped some logic. He won’t be leaving us. Will you, Mr. Dalton?”

He glowered at her. “I’ll stay. For now.”

“How gracious.” She nodded when Simon finally let go of Jack’s arm, though the blond gent looked sour to do so. Quickly, she fastened all the locks. The bolt made a solid thunk as it slid into place. They didn’t mess about, these Nemesis folks, not when it came to watching their arses. “Consider this place your refuge from a hostile world.”

Jack paced around the parlor, noting with a dark satisfaction that everything in the room rattled when he walked, the crockery and bits of bric-a-brac clattering like bones. “’Cept you lot are just as hostile as a gang of cutthroats.”

“There are certain throats that need to be cut,” she answered, turning back to him. “Metaphorically. And you are going to be the blade that cuts Rockley’s.”

“Metaphorically,” he said snidely, “on account that you don’t work that way.”

“Nemesis doesn’t murder,” Lazarus said. “Not in cold blood.”

“That’s so damn pretty I should tattoo it on my chest,” Jack fired back.

Lazarus paced over to him. The older man shoved up the sleeve of his jacket, revealing a burly tanned forearm dusted with silvery hair. But there was ink there, too, faded and smoky. Hard to tell what the pictures had been when they were fresh decades ago, but they looked like they once had been knives. Seven of them in neat succession running up Lazarus’s forearm.

“These are for the men who died at Lucknow,” Lazarus snarled. “My friends. And I killed God knows how many rebels during those sieges. Got me a Victoria Cross for my efforts, but it didn’t matter. There’s too much blood that gets spilled, oceans of it, and I’ve been the one spilling it. But we’ve all left that behind.” He looked pointedly at each of the Nemesis crew in turn, including Harriet and Eva.

“No one’s got my respect more than soldiers,” Jack said. “They go to war knowing they’re going to kill. They know they could die, too. But Edith never thought she’d take a knife to the belly. Rockley’s knife. You’ve seen how long it takes to die from a hole in your gut, Lazarus. She had plenty of time to feel pain and be afraid.”

His words burned like acid as he spoke, and his mind choked with pictures of Edith as she lay in a growing pool of her blood on the floor of the brothel, and him unable to do a damn thing to help.

“So don’t tell me what you did and what I have to do are the same thing,” he rumbled. “’Cause they ain’t.”

Silence fell, heavy as a corpse.

“Once a man dies, his suffering is over,” Eva said quietly from the other side of the parlor. “But ruination can last a lifetime.”

He stared at her, barely aware of the others in the shabby little room. “Just picture it: the only family you got in the whole world, stretched out at your feet, dying too slow to be merciful but too fast to get a doctor. Picture that”—he pointed a finger at her—“and then tell me you’d be satisfied with ruination .”

Her cheeks whitened, and she pressed her lips into a thin line. Finally, she spoke. “We aren’t murderers. And as long as we need you, you aren’t a murderer, either.” Before he could shoot back a response, she held up her hand. “One thing we all are is exhausted. Time for us to get some rest, and then we resume our discussion in the morning.”

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