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 and its barred

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

and Baxter could have murdered

property. He’ll not be eager

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

look. “Sold to the man with the highest bid. Get on with

have my

his Cara with one hand, waving a gun in

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

adjust my aim, this time striking

through. The lock springs open and after a brief struggle

at me. Dark-haired and eyed, fair-skinned, she would be

gesture her, “Quick,

backs away, then sees James with Charlotte and Cara. Wide-eyed, tearful, she jabbers

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

then scrabbling up, dashes out, joining us,

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

open the padlock, she darts inside, gesturing me on to the next. Half a minute later, she exits, now with another two women, one looking barely old enough

the shoulder. “Keep at it.

prisons, flooding down the cells. A couple

thrusting them into the hands of the first woman we

at his sleeve. “Onde

parte. Eles não podem encontrar todos

“What are you saying?”

can’t catch all of them and Baxter probably

door opens, disgorging

Gunshots…

and shouting, chaotically, the women scatter. Splitting and flowing one way and the other; maybe thirty of them, running as

“Suba

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

gun in your hand. Charlotte, give James yours.

gives me a