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.”

looking along the

gives me a startled look. “Michael, we don't have time for that. Once we're out, you can

short. “By that time Finchby and Baxter could have murdered all the

eager to get

screaming, panicking women, running around the place, creating chaos, trying to

man with the highest bid. Get on with it then. You got those

my axe. James, can you

him, clinging to his Cara with one

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

aim, this time striking

and after a brief struggle with the bolt, I open

and eyed, fair-skinned, she would be beautiful if

gesture her, “Quick,

away, then sees James with Charlotte and Cara. Wide-eyed,

his head around the door. “Você quer partir? Venha conosco.” He throws a glance to me.

scrabbling up, dashes out, joining us,

“Nós estamos indo embora. Você quer ajudar?” He jabs a finger to

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

“Keep

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 one cell, ten, maybe eleven years old. Another, with eyes

thrusting them into the hands

at his

não sei. Em toda parte. Eles não

“What are you saying?”

catch

the final door opens,

Gunshots…

shouting, chaotically, the women scatter. Splitting and flowing one way and the other;

“Suba

the cell and he’d taken a beating.

needs you with a gun in your hand. Charlotte, give

gives me a dry