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.”

along the passage and its

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

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

represents his working stock. His property. He’ll not be eager to get

the place, creating chaos, trying to escape,

“Sold to the man with the highest bid. Get on with it then. You got

They’re downstairs somewhere. But I do have my axe.

pass her to him, clinging to his Cara

the first padlock. The angle’s a little wrong. The blade bites in, but the lock

aim, this time striking

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

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

her,

then sees James with Charlotte and Cara. Wide-eyed, tearful, she jabbers at me, hands

head around the door. “Você quer partir?

scrabbling up, dashes out,

Você quer ajudar?” He jabs a finger to me… “Ajudem-no.” Then he

and this time, as I crash open the padlock, she darts inside, gesturing me on to the next. Half a minute later, she exits, now with another two

“Keep at it. I’ll see if I can find those

cells, 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

thrusting them into the hands of

his

Em toda parte. Eles não podem

“What are you saying?”

Finchby can’t catch all of them and

door opens, disgorging its

Gunshots…

scatter. Splitting and

“Suba as

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

your hand. Charlotte, give James yours. Arm around my neck. I

gives me a dry