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 and its barred doorways, nods

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

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

His property. He’ll not be eager to get

running 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

downstairs somewhere. But I do have my axe.

his Cara with one hand, waving a gun in

the first padlock. The angle’s a little wrong. The blade bites in, but

my aim, this

this time, the blade cuts through. The lock springs open and after a brief struggle with the bolt,

at me. Dark-haired and eyed, fair-skinned, she would be beautiful if she

gesture her, “Quick,

Cara. Wide-eyed, tearful,

“Você quer partir? Venha conosco.”

then scrabbling up, dashes out, joining us, babbling

with her. “Nós estamos indo embora. Você quer ajudar?” He jabs a finger to me… “Ajudem-no.” Then he stands back, plucking

the padlock, she darts inside, gesturing me on to the next.

working on the next. Klempner taps me on the shoulder. “Keep at it.

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

the keys, thrusting them into the

at his sleeve.

Em toda parte. Eles não podem

“What are you saying?”

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

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

cell and he’d taken a beating. He may not

gun in your hand. Charlotte, give James yours. Arm around my neck. I need you to hang on

gives me