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.”

along the passage

gives me a startled look. “Michael, we don't have time for that. Once we're out, you can

that time Finchby and Baxter could have murdered all the witnesses. Gotten rid of the

Whoever’s in those cells represents his working stock. His property. He’ll not be eager to get rid

around the place, creating chaos, trying to escape, is likely

to the man with the highest bid. Get on with it then. You got those

my axe. James,

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

ahead, unslinging the axe from my shoulders, I aim… swing… and strike at the first padlock.

this time striking square

open and after a brief struggle with the

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

gesture her,

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

partir? Venha conosco.” He

then scrabbling up, dashes out, joining us,

He jabs a finger

the next. Half a minute later, she exits, now with another two women, one

“Keep at it. I’ll see if

prisons, flooding down the cells. A couple of boys emerge from one cell, ten, maybe eleven years old. Another, with eyes

thrusting them into the hands of the first

at his

toda parte. Eles

“What are you saying?”

Finchby can’t catch all of them and Baxter probably

final door

Gunshots…

by me, ricocheting from the wall and spitting brick-dust. I duck, and screaming and shouting, chaotically, the women scatter. Splitting and flowing one way and the other; maybe thirty of them, running as if the devil rides behind

“Suba as

is heavier, more pronounced. He must already have been exhausted as he arrived at the cell and

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

me a