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

Once we're out, you can

Finchby and Baxter could have murdered

property. He’ll not be eager

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

with the highest bid.

I do have my axe. James,

clinging to his Cara with one hand,

the first padlock. The angle’s a little wrong.

aim, this time striking

springs open and after a brief struggle with the bolt, I open

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

her, “Quick,

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

door. “Você quer partir? Venha

breath, then scrabbling up, dashes out, joining us, babbling

He jabs a

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

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

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

reappears, now with the keys, thrusting them into the hands of the first woman we released. “Abre as

his sleeve. “Onde

sei. Em toda parte. Eles não

“What are you saying?”

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

final door opens, disgorging

Gunshots…

spitting brick-dust. I duck, and screaming and shouting, chaotically, the women scatter. Splitting and flowing one way and the other; maybe thirty of them, running

“Suba

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

me. Klempner needs you with a gun in your hand. Charlotte, give James yours. Arm around

me a dry