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 passage and its barred

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

“By that time Finchby and Baxter could

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

running around the place, creating chaos, trying to escape, is likely to make our

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

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

Cara with one hand, waving a gun in the

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

this time

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

back, babbling something at me. Dark-haired and eyed, fair-skinned, she would be beautiful if she weren’t so

her, “Quick,

Cara. Wide-eyed, tearful, she

partir? Venha conosco.”

then scrabbling up, dashes out,

indo embora. Você quer ajudar?” 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,

working on the next. Klempner taps me on the shoulder. “Keep at it. I’ll

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

reappears, now with the keys, thrusting them into the hands

his sleeve.

Em toda parte. Eles não podem encontrar

“What are you saying?”

Finchby can’t catch all of them

final door opens, disgorging its

Gunshots…

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

“Suba as

already have been exhausted as he arrived at the cell and he’d taken a

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

gives me