Free The Tale of the Wolf (The Kenino Wolf Series) by Cyrus Chainey Page A

someone dressed as a Roman. The club was being blown to smithereens.
    I put another dart in the tranq gun and lined up another shot, but Muzzi jogged me, trying to avoid the Uzi fire which was splintering the table and I shot Barry White in the arse. Boom-Boom let off a few more rounds from the pistol and winged one of the Russians. We were still cowering behind the table. How long the table was going to last we had no idea. It was already shredded.
    ‘ I’M OUT OF BULLETS,’ Boom-Boom bellowed at me.
    ‘ WHAT?’ I bellowed back, trying to shove another dart in the tranq gun, which was being made even more difficult because Muzzi was shaking next to me.
    I saw the four drag queens sneak behind the Russian near the column and leap on him like a pack of bouffant’d wolves. They pummelled him into the ground, his gun skewed across the floor, whereupon one of the queens crunched a four-inch stiletto into his crotch.
    Boom-Boom was still shouting. ‘I’VE GOT NO BULLETS.’
    ‘ HOLD ON. I’LL GO TO THE SHOP AND GET YOU SOME MORE.’ I shouted back sarcastically.
    The winged Russian crawled across the stage and let loose another volley. One of the queens got it in the leg, the other in the hair … all three feet of it. They dived for cover. The bloke who they’d been turning into a eunuch hobbled on to his feet and over to his friend.
    The one that Boom-Boom had punched initially was crawling over to the one I’d tranq’d. He screamed something in Russian and the ‘castrato’ one came over to help Crumple Face grab Sleeping Beauty.
    The fourth one was still shooting. He wasn’t aiming at anything. He just wanted to get out. Crumple face and Castrato dragged the sleeping one through the door, followed closely behind by the other, who, in a final flourish, blew the glitter ball from the ceiling.
    Boom-Boom waited a few moments and then sneaked a look out after them. They’d gone out the fire exit and disappeared down the road, much to his and everyone’s relief.
    People started to rise to their feet, sneaking out slowly from the various hiding places they’d found. It had all happened so quickly. One minute we were enjoying a party the next we were in the battle for Stalingrad.
    ‘ Leon?’ Kelly walked into the centre of the dance floor.
    ‘ Kelly,’ screamed Leon. ‘Are you okay? Are you hit?’ he checked her for wounds.
    ‘ The baby’s coming, Leon.’
    ‘ What? Now?’
    ‘ YES, NOW! Go get the stuff.’
    ‘ Okay, I’ll get it.’ Leon ran to the front of the club.
    ‘ Leon, we live upstairs,’ she shouted at him.
    ‘ Yes, Kelly. Sorry, Kelly,’ Leon spluttered, forgetting in the mayhem where he actually lived. Luckily for everyone else Kelly hadn’t. With a baby rushing on and unbearable pain gripping her every fibre, she still had the composure to take charge.
    ‘ Winston.’
    ‘ Yes, Kelly,’ he replied militaristically, picking bits of glass out of his fake afro.
    ‘ Call ambulances for these people. When you’ve finished, lock up. Tabatha will help you, won’t you Tabs?’
    ‘ Yes, Kelly,’ she replied equally militaristically
    ‘ Wolfy.’
    ‘ Yes, Kelly,’ I replied, returning my gaze from Tabatha who’d I’d been checking out to make sure she was okay.
    ‘ Call me a taxi.’ I had an almost uncontrollable urge to say ‘You’re a taxi’, but I resisted and, like the other good soldiers to our supreme commander answered, ‘Yes, Kelly.’

    I dashed into the street.
    ‘ Taxi!’ I wailed as one went hurtling past me; it was empty as well, the bastard. I was panicking. I couldn’t wait for another free one so I dashed into the oncoming path of an approaching one. The driver was swearing like a fish wife as he screeched to a halt a foot and a half away from me.
    I didn’t take any notice and just told him that there was a pregnant woman who needed getting to the hospital and he was taking her. I pulled open the back door and jumped in. Two Japanese tourists were sitting in