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

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

that time Finchby and Baxter could have murdered all

in those cells represents his working stock. His property. He’ll not be eager to get rid of them. What’s your priority,

a lot of screaming, panicking women, running around the place, creating chaos, trying to

“Sold to the man with the highest bid. Get

have my

to his Cara with

strike at the first padlock. The angle’s a little wrong. The blade

this time

lock springs open and after a brief struggle with

Dark-haired and eyed, fair-skinned, she would be beautiful if she weren’t so

her, “Quick,

backs away, then sees James with Charlotte and Cara. Wide-eyed, tearful, she jabbers at me, hands

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

then scrabbling up, dashes out, joining us,

He jabs a finger to me… “Ajudem-no.” Then he

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

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

grim prisons, flooding down the cells. A couple of boys emerge from one cell, ten, maybe eleven years old. Another, with eyes like blue

into the hands of the first woman we released.

at his

toda parte. Eles não podem

“What are you saying?”

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

the final door

Gunshots…

the women scatter. Splitting and flowing one way and the other; maybe

“Suba

exhausted as he arrived at the cell and he’d taken a beating. He may not

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

me