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.”

then looking along the passage and its

gives me a startled look. “Michael, we don't have time for that. Once we're out, you can sing to the world about what's in here,

Finchby and Baxter could

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

you don’t think a lot of screaming, panicking women, running around the place, creating chaos, trying to escape, is likely

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

my axe. James, can you take Charlotte from

him, clinging to his Cara with one hand, waving

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

my aim, this time

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

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

her,

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

the door. “Você quer partir? Venha conosco.”

then scrabbling up, dashes out, joining

ajudar?” He jabs a finger to me… “Ajudem-no.”

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

me on the shoulder. “Keep at it. I’ll see if I can find those keys. Back in

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

the hands of the

tugs at his

parte. Eles não podem encontrar

“What are you saying?”

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

door opens, disgorging

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

“Suba as

he arrived at the cell and he’d taken a

give her to me. Klempner needs you with a gun in your hand. Charlotte, give James

gives me