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

look. “Michael, we don't have time for that. Once we're out,

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

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

panicking women, running around the place, creating chaos, trying to escape, is likely to make our job

look. “Sold to the man with the highest bid. Get on with it

I do have my axe. James, can

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

and strike at the first padlock. The angle’s a little wrong. The blade

adjust my aim, this time striking

a

at me. Dark-haired and eyed,

gesture her, “Quick,

James with Charlotte and Cara. Wide-eyed, tearful, she jabbers at me, hands

his head around the door. “Você quer partir? Venha conosco.” He throws

then scrabbling up, dashes out, joining

He jabs a

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

already working on the next. Klempner taps me on the shoulder. “Keep at it. I’ll see if

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.

into the

his sleeve. “Onde

Em toda parte.

“What are you saying?”

can’t catch all of them and Baxter probably won’t

the final door opens, disgorging its

Gunshots…

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

“Suba as

already have been exhausted as he arrived at the cell and he’d taken a beating. He may not want to admit it, but he’s

hand. Charlotte,

gives me a dry