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.”

the

have time for that. Once we're out, you can sing to the world about what's in

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

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

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

to the man with the highest bid.

But I do have my axe. James, can

her to him, clinging to his Cara with one hand,

I aim… swing… and strike at the

my aim, this

time, the blade cuts through. The lock springs open and after a

babbling something at me. Dark-haired and eyed, fair-skinned, she would be

gesture her, “Quick,

James with Charlotte and Cara.

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

a breath, then scrabbling up, dashes out, joining us, babbling

quer ajudar?” He jabs a finger to me… “Ajudem-no.” Then he stands back, plucking at

on to the next.

already working on the next. Klempner taps me on the shoulder. “Keep

all come bursting from their grim prisons, flooding down

into the hands of the

his sleeve.

toda parte. Eles não

“What are you saying?”

catch all of them

the final door opens, disgorging

Gunshots…

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

yells, “Suba

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

Charlotte, give James yours. Arm

me a