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.”

looking along the passage and its barred doorways,

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

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

not be eager to get rid of them. What’s your priority, Michael?

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

me a calculating look. “Sold to the man with the highest bid. Get on with it then. You got those

But I do have my axe. James,

to him, clinging to his Cara with one

aim… swing… and strike at the first padlock.

aim, this time striking

a brief struggle with the bolt, I open

something at me. Dark-haired and eyed, fair-skinned,

her,

Charlotte and Cara. Wide-eyed,

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

then scrabbling up, dashes out,

Você quer ajudar?” He jabs a finger to me…

the next. Half

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

Asian, Caucasian, Afro. Few seem to share a language, but all come bursting from their grim prisons, flooding down the cells. A couple of

the keys, thrusting them into the

tugs at his

toda parte. Eles

“What are you saying?”

telling them to scatter. Finchby can’t catch

the final door

Gunshots…

from the wall and spitting brick-dust. I duck, and screaming and shouting, chaotically, the women scatter. Splitting and flowing one way and the

“Suba as

more pronounced. He must already have been exhausted as he arrived at the cell and he’d taken a beating. He may not want to

hand. Charlotte,

me