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

time for that. Once we're

and Baxter could have murdered all the

Whoever’s in those cells 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

don’t think a lot of screaming, panicking women, running around the place, creating

me a calculating look. “Sold to the man with

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

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

strike at the

this time striking

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

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

her,

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

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

scrabbling up, dashes out, joining us, babbling

“Nós estamos indo embora. Você quer ajudar?” He jabs a finger

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

on the shoulder. “Keep

seem to share a language, but all come bursting from their grim prisons, flooding down

into the hands of the first woman we released. “Abre

tugs at his sleeve.

sei. Em toda parte.

“What are you saying?”

catch all of them

the final door opens, disgorging

Gunshots…

I duck, and screaming and shouting, chaotically, the women scatter. Splitting and flowing one way

yells, “Suba as

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

gun in your hand. Charlotte, give

me