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.”

double-takes at me, then looking along the passage and

look. “Michael, we don't have time for that. Once we're

and Baxter could have murdered all the

He’ll not be eager to get

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

“Sold to the man with the highest bid. Get

my axe. James, can you take Charlotte from

pass her to him, clinging to his Cara with one hand, waving a gun in the

ahead, unslinging the axe from my shoulders, I aim… swing… and strike at the first padlock.

this time striking

this time, the blade cuts through. The lock springs open and after a

at me. Dark-haired and eyed, fair-skinned,

gesture her,

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

the door. “Você quer partir? Venha conosco.” He throws a glance to

then scrabbling up, dashes

quer ajudar?” He jabs a finger to me… “Ajudem-no.” Then he stands back, plucking

nods, and this time, as I crash open the padlock, she darts inside, gesturing me on to the next. Half a minute

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

from their grim prisons, flooding down the

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

at his sleeve.

toda parte.

“What are you saying?”

can’t catch all of them and

the final door opens, disgorging its

Gunshots…

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

yells, “Suba as

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 not want to admit it, but he’s struggling with

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

me a dry