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.”

at me, then looking along the passage and its barred doorways, nods

have time for that. Once we're out, you can sing to the world about what's in here, but until

“By that time Finchby and Baxter could have murdered all

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

of screaming, panicking women, running around the place, creating chaos,

the man with the

They’re downstairs somewhere. But I do have my

his Cara with

my shoulders, I aim… swing… and strike at the

aim, this time

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

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

her, “Quick,

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

quer partir? Venha conosco.”

up, dashes

her. “Nós estamos indo embora. Você quer ajudar?” He jabs a finger to me… “Ajudem-no.” Then

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

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

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

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

at his

não sei. Em toda parte.

“What are you saying?”

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

final door

Gunshots…

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

“Suba as

at the cell and he’d taken a beating. He may not want to admit it, but he’s struggling

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

gives me