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.”

along the passage and its

time for that. Once we're out, you can sing to the world

“By that time Finchby and Baxter could have murdered all

in those cells represents his working stock. His property. He’ll not be eager to get rid of them. What’s your

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

“Sold to the man with the highest bid. Get

downstairs somewhere. But I do have my axe. James,

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

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

my aim, this time

after a brief struggle with the bolt,

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

her, “Quick,

away, then sees James with Charlotte and Cara. Wide-eyed,

quer partir?

draws a breath, then scrabbling up, dashes out, joining us,

jabs a finger to me… “Ajudem-no.” Then he stands back,

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

working on the next. Klempner taps me on the shoulder. “Keep

lose 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 one cell,

keys, thrusting them into the hands of the first

tugs at his

sei. Em toda parte. Eles

“What are you saying?”

Finchby can’t catch all of

final door

Gunshots…

screaming and shouting, chaotically, the women scatter. Splitting and

yells, “Suba as

as he arrived at the cell and he’d taken a beating. He may not want to admit it, but he’s struggling with

gun in your hand. Charlotte, give

gives me a dry