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

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

Finchby and Baxter could have

His property. He’ll not be eager to get rid of

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

the man with

have my axe. James,

her to him, clinging to his Cara with one hand, waving a

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

my aim, this time striking square

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

eyed,

her,

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

his head around the door. “Você quer partir? Venha conosco.” He throws a

scrabbling up, dashes out,

short with her. “Nós estamos indo embora. Você quer ajudar?” He jabs a finger to

me on to the next. Half a minute later, she exits, now with another two women, one

I’m already working on the next. Klempner taps me on the shoulder. “Keep at it. I’ll see if I can find those

coffee-skinned. Asian, Caucasian, Afro. Few seem to share a language, but all come bursting from their grim prisons, flooding

the hands of the first woman we released. “Abre as

at his sleeve.

sei. Em toda parte. Eles não podem encontrar todos

“What are you saying?”

catch all

final door

Gunshots…

and 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 as if the devil rides

“Suba

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

in your hand. Charlotte, give James yours. Arm around my neck. I

gives me a