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.”

at me, then looking along the

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

Finchby and Baxter could have murdered all

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

women, running around the place, creating

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

They’re downstairs somewhere. But I do have my axe. James,

Cara with one hand, waving a gun in the

striding ahead, unslinging the axe from my shoulders, I aim… swing… and strike at the first padlock.

adjust my aim, this time

this time, the blade cuts through. The lock springs open and after a brief

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

her, “Quick,

Charlotte and Cara. Wide-eyed, tearful,

quer partir? Venha conosco.” He throws a glance to

a breath, then scrabbling up, dashes out, joining us, babbling

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

padlock, she darts inside, gesturing me on to the next. Half a minute later, she exits,

on the shoulder. “Keep at it. I’ll see if I can find those keys. Back in

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

with the keys, thrusting them into the hands of the first

at his sleeve.

parte. Eles não podem encontrar

“What are you saying?”

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

final door opens, disgorging

Gunshots…

duck, and screaming and shouting, chaotically, the women scatter. Splitting and

“Suba

already have been exhausted as he arrived at the cell and

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

gives me a