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

have time for that. Once we're out, you can sing

could have murdered all the witnesses. Gotten

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

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

with the highest bid. Get on with

have my axe. James, can you take Charlotte

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

and strike at the first padlock. The angle’s

my aim, this time striking square

a brief struggle with the bolt, I open the

me. Dark-haired and eyed,

her,

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

quer partir? Venha conosco.” He throws

scrabbling up, dashes out, joining us, babbling

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

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

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

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,

the hands of the first woman we released.

at his

sei. Em toda parte. Eles não

“What are you saying?”

Finchby can’t catch all of them and Baxter

final door opens, disgorging

Gunshots…

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

“Suba as

been exhausted as he arrived at the cell and

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

gives me a dry