Hot Revenge Box Set 2

James

Michael looks me up and down. “You fit to walk?”

“I’ll manage.”

He gives a short jerk of his head and turns to Charlotte, arms outstretched. “You walk. I’ll carry Cara for you.”

She retreats, clutching Cara to herself, shrieking. “No!”

Michael steps back, holding up his palms. “Whoa… Calm down. It’s me. What do you think I’m going to do?”

She bursts into tears. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry…”

He takes a step closer, moving carefully. “Charlotte, we have to leave. I’m not sure you can carry Cara and walk too.”

“No.” She swings her head in denial, tries to step out, then totters, Cara still tight to her chest.

Michael exchanges a look with me, shaking his head, then he moves in… “Hold on to Cara.” …. sweeping her up. His voice changes to a kind of fake yokel accent. “Come, Mr Frodo!” he says. “I can't carry it for you, but I can carry you.”

She gives him a watery smile. “I’m sorry.”

“Stop saying that. You’ll be fine when we’ve got you home and rested up for a few days.”

Klempner shoves a knife into his belt. Another into the top of his boot. A handgun into a pocket. Then, picking up his SMG, “We need to get moving. I'll go to the front. Michael, you with Jenny in between. James, cover our backs.”

*****

Michael

My arms full of Charlotte, we clear the first flight of stairs to the corridor of ‘cells’. “Klempner, we should release the other women.”

me, then looking along the

look. “Michael, we don't have time for that. Once we're out, you can sing to the world

him short. “By that time Finchby and Baxter could have murdered all the witnesses. Gotten

Whoever’s in those cells represents his working stock. His property. He’ll not be eager to get rid of them. What’s your priority, Michael?

running around the place, creating chaos, trying

a calculating look. “Sold to the man with the highest bid. Get

downstairs somewhere. But I do have my axe. James, can you take Charlotte from

her to him, clinging to his Cara with one hand, waving a gun in the

striding ahead, unslinging the axe from my shoulders, I aim… swing… and strike at the first padlock. The angle’s a little wrong. The blade

aim, this

the blade cuts through. The lock springs open and after a brief struggle with the bolt, I open the door to

cringes back, babbling something at me. Dark-haired and eyed, fair-skinned, she

gesture her, “Quick,

then sees James with Charlotte and Cara. Wide-eyed, tearful, she jabbers at

“Você quer partir? Venha conosco.” He throws a glance

up, dashes out, joining us, babbling at

embora. Você quer ajudar?” He jabs a finger to me… “Ajudem-no.” Then he stands back,

I crash open the padlock, she darts inside, gesturing me on to the next. Half a minute later, she exits, now with

next. Klempner taps me on the shoulder. “Keep at it. I’ll

language, but all come bursting from their grim prisons, flooding down the cells.

the hands of

tugs at his

toda parte. Eles não podem encontrar

“What are you saying?”

catch all of

door opens,

Gunshots…

chaotically, the women scatter. Splitting and flowing one way and the other; maybe thirty of them, running as

yells, “Suba

at the cell and he’d taken a beating. He

with a gun in your hand. Charlotte, give James yours. Arm around my neck. I

gives me a