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 out, you can

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

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

panicking women, running around the

with the highest bid. Get on with it

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

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

aim… swing… and strike at the first padlock. The angle’s

aim, this time

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

Dark-haired and eyed,

gesture her, “Quick,

Cara. Wide-eyed, tearful, she jabbers

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

scrabbling up, dashes out, joining

embora. Você quer ajudar?” He jabs a

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

the next. Klempner taps me on the shoulder. “Keep at it. I’ll see if I can

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

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

tugs at his sleeve.

toda parte. Eles não podem encontrar todos

“What are you saying?”

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

door opens,

Gunshots…

by me, ricocheting from the wall and spitting brick-dust. I duck, and screaming and shouting, chaotically, the women scatter. Splitting and flowing one way and the other; maybe thirty

yells, “Suba as

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

you with a gun in your hand. Charlotte, give James yours. Arm around

gives me a