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.”

the passage and

we're out, you can

cut him short. “By that time Finchby and Baxter could have murdered

be eager

panicking women, running around the place, creating chaos, trying

pauses, shoots me a calculating look. “Sold to the man with the highest

somewhere. But I do have my axe. James,

Cara with one hand, waving a gun in

my shoulders, I aim… swing… and strike at the first padlock.

aim, this

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

back, babbling something at me. Dark-haired and eyed, fair-skinned, she would be beautiful if she weren’t

gesture her,

with Charlotte and Cara. Wide-eyed, tearful,

partir? Venha conosco.” He throws a glance

draws a breath, then scrabbling up, dashes

jabs a finger to me… “Ajudem-no.” Then he stands back, plucking at

this time, as I crash open the padlock, she darts inside, gesturing me on to the next. Half a minute later, she exits, now with another two women, one

me on the shoulder. “Keep at it. I’ll see if I can

crowd of women grows; black-skinned, white-skinned, coffee-skinned. Asian, Caucasian, Afro. Few seem to share a language, but all come bursting from their grim prisons, flooding down the cells. A couple of boys emerge from one cell, ten, maybe eleven years old. Another,

the hands

his sleeve.

Em toda parte. Eles não

“What are you saying?”

to scatter. Finchby can’t catch

the final door

Gunshots…

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

“Suba

more pronounced. He must already have been exhausted as he arrived at the cell and he’d taken a beating. He may not want

her to me. Klempner needs you with a gun in your hand. Charlotte, give James yours. Arm around my neck.

gives me a