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.”

me, then looking along the passage

we're out, you can sing to the world

“By that time Finchby and Baxter could have

be eager to get rid of

think a lot of screaming, panicking women, running around the place,

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

downstairs somewhere. But I do have my axe.

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

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

my aim, this time

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

woman cringes back, babbling something at me. Dark-haired and eyed, fair-skinned, she would be beautiful if

her,

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

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

scrabbling up, dashes out, joining us,

short with her. “Nós estamos indo embora. Você quer ajudar?” He jabs a finger to me… “Ajudem-no.” Then

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

shoulder. “Keep at it. I’ll see if I can

count. The crowd 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 couple of boys emerge from

with the keys, thrusting them into the

at his

sei. Em toda parte. Eles não podem

“What are you saying?”

Finchby can’t catch all of them and Baxter probably

the final door

Gunshots…

and shouting, chaotically, the women scatter.

yells, “Suba

limp is heavier, more pronounced. He must already have been exhausted as he arrived at the cell and

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

me