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.”

then looking along the passage

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

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

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

running around the place,

pauses, shoots me a calculating look. “Sold to the man with the highest bid. Get on with it then. You

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

clinging to his Cara with one hand, waving a

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

adjust my aim, this time striking square

the blade cuts through. The lock springs open and after a brief struggle with the bolt, I open the door to

me. Dark-haired and eyed, fair-skinned, she

gesture her, “Quick,

with Charlotte and Cara. Wide-eyed, tearful, she jabbers

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

draws a breath, then scrabbling up,

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

me on to the next. Half

on the shoulder. “Keep at it.

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 old.

the hands of the

his sleeve.

Em toda parte. Eles não podem encontrar todos

“What are you saying?”

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

final door opens,

Gunshots…

screaming and shouting, chaotically, the women scatter. Splitting and flowing one way and the other; maybe thirty of them, running as if the

yells, “Suba

already have been exhausted as he arrived at the cell and

her to me. Klempner needs you with a gun in your hand. Charlotte, give James yours. Arm around my neck. I

me