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

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

and Baxter could have murdered all the witnesses. Gotten rid of the

be eager to get rid of them. What’s your priority, Michael? We have to get out

panicking women, running around the place, creating

shoots me a calculating look. “Sold to the man with the highest bid. Get on with

do have my axe.

pass her to him, clinging to his Cara with one

and strike at the first

adjust my aim, this time

The lock springs open and after a brief struggle with

eyed, fair-skinned, she would be

gesture her,

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

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

then scrabbling up,

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

me on to the next. Half a

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

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. Another, with eyes like blue ice and hair of Scandinavian platinum,

them into the hands of

at his

parte. Eles não

“What are you saying?”

Finchby can’t catch all of them and Baxter probably won’t

door

Gunshots…

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

“Suba as

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

hand. Charlotte, give

me a dry