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

don't have time for that. Once we're out, you

could have murdered all the witnesses. Gotten rid of

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

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

pauses, shoots me a calculating look. “Sold to the man with the highest bid. Get on with it then.

But I do have my axe. James, can you take Charlotte from

him, clinging to his Cara with one hand,

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

this time striking square

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

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

her, “Quick,

and Cara. Wide-eyed, tearful,

quer partir? Venha conosco.” He throws a glance

then scrabbling up,

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

me on to the next. Half a

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

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 boys emerge from one cell, ten, maybe eleven years old. Another, with eyes like blue ice and hair

keys, thrusting them into the

his sleeve.

parte. Eles não podem encontrar todos

“What are you saying?”

them to scatter. Finchby can’t catch all

final door opens, disgorging its

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

“Suba

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

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

gives me a