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.”

at me, then looking along the passage and its barred

time for that. Once we're out, you can sing to the world about what's in

and Baxter could

His property. He’ll not be eager to get rid of them. What’s your priority, Michael? We have

the place, creating chaos,

man with the highest bid.

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

him, clinging to his Cara with one hand,

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

aim, this time striking square

lock springs open and after a brief

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

gesture her,

Cara. Wide-eyed, tearful, she jabbers at me,

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

up, dashes out, joining us,

“Nós estamos indo embora. Você quer ajudar?” He jabs

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

Klempner taps me on the shoulder. “Keep at it. I’ll see if I can find those keys. Back in a

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, with eyes like blue ice and hair of

the hands of

at his

Em toda parte. Eles não podem encontrar todos

“What are you saying?”

to scatter. Finchby can’t catch all of them and Baxter probably won’t

door opens,

Gunshots…

screams by me, ricocheting from the wall and spitting brick-dust. I duck, and screaming and shouting, chaotically, the women scatter. Splitting

“Suba as

he arrived at the cell and

hand. Charlotte, give James yours. Arm around my neck. I

me a