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.”

double-takes at me, then looking along the passage and its barred doorways, nods

we don't have time for that. Once we're out, you can sing to the world

Baxter could have murdered all the witnesses. Gotten

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

lot of screaming, panicking women, running around the place, creating chaos, trying to escape, is

to the man with the highest bid. Get on

downstairs somewhere. But I do have my

pass her to him, clinging to his Cara with one

and strike at the first padlock. The

aim, this time striking square

a brief struggle with the bolt, I open the door to

Dark-haired and eyed, fair-skinned, she would be beautiful if she weren’t so obviously

gesture her,

Cara. Wide-eyed,

door. “Você quer partir? Venha conosco.” He throws

draws a breath, then scrabbling up, dashes

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

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

the shoulder. “Keep

five. I lose count. The 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

the hands of the first

at his

Em toda parte.

“What are you saying?”

catch all of them and Baxter

final door

Gunshots…

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

“Suba as

arrived at the cell and he’d taken a beating. He may not want to admit it, but he’s struggling with Charlotte’s

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

gives me a