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 passage and

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

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

be eager to get rid

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

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

have my axe.

him, clinging to his Cara

aim… swing… and strike at the first padlock.

this time striking square

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

at me. Dark-haired and eyed,

gesture her, “Quick,

Cara. Wide-eyed, tearful, she

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

scrabbling up, dashes out, joining us,

He jabs a finger to me… “Ajudem-no.” Then he stands back, plucking at

inside, gesturing me on to the next. Half a

the shoulder. “Keep

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 eyes like blue ice

the keys, thrusting them into the

his sleeve. “Onde

não sei. Em toda parte. Eles

“What are you saying?”

scatter. Finchby can’t catch all

final door

Gunshots…

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

yells, “Suba

must 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

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

me a