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.”

then looking along the passage and

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

could

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

of screaming, panicking women, running around the place, creating chaos, trying to escape, is likely

“Sold to the man with the highest bid. Get on with it then.

somewhere. But I do have my

to him, clinging to his Cara with one hand, waving a gun in

the first padlock. The angle’s a little wrong. The blade bites in,

adjust my aim, this time

and after a brief struggle with the bolt, I open the door

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

her,

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

quer partir? Venha conosco.” He throws a glance

a breath, then scrabbling up, dashes out,

jabs a finger

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

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

crowd of women grows; black-skinned, white-skinned, coffee-skinned. 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

into the hands of the first woman we released.

tugs at his

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“What are you saying?”

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

the final door opens, disgorging its

Gunshots…

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

yells, “Suba as

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

give her to me. Klempner needs you with a gun in your hand. Charlotte, give James yours. Arm

gives me