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.”

the passage

we're

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

won’t. Whoever’s in those cells represents his working stock. His property. He’ll not be eager to get rid of them. What’s

screaming, panicking women, running around the

with the highest bid. Get on with it then.

downstairs somewhere. But I do have my axe. James, can

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

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

this time

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

something at me. Dark-haired and eyed,

gesture her,

and Cara. Wide-eyed,

“Você quer partir? Venha conosco.” He throws a glance

up, dashes out, joining us,

indo embora. Você quer ajudar?” He jabs a

to the next. Half

shoulder. “Keep at it. I’ll

four, five. I lose count. The 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

into the hands of the first woman we released. “Abre

tugs at his sleeve.

toda parte. Eles não podem encontrar

“What are you saying?”

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

door

Gunshots…

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

“Suba

at the cell and he’d taken a beating. He may not want

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

me