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.”

me, then looking along the

time for that. Once we're out, you can sing to the world about what's in here, but until

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

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

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

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

But I do have my axe.

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

ahead, unslinging the axe from my shoulders, I aim… swing… and strike at the first padlock. The angle’s a little wrong.

aim, this time

the blade cuts through. The lock springs open and after a brief struggle with

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

her,

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

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

up, dashes

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

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

“Keep at it. I’ll see if I can find those keys. Back

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

the keys, thrusting them into the

his sleeve.

não sei. Em toda parte. Eles não podem

“What are you saying?”

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

the final door opens,

Gunshots…

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

yells, “Suba as

He must already have been exhausted as he arrived at the cell and he’d taken a beating. He may

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

gives me a dry