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.”

at me, 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

could have murdered all the witnesses.

working stock. His property. He’ll not be eager to get rid of them. What’s your priority, Michael? We have to get out

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

“Sold to the man with

my axe. James, can you take Charlotte from

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

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

my aim, this

The lock springs open and after a brief struggle with the bolt, I open the door to a

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

gesture her, “Quick,

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

his head around the door. “Você quer partir?

then scrabbling up,

quer ajudar?” He jabs a

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

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

share a language, but all come bursting from their grim prisons, flooding down the cells. A couple of boys emerge from one

the hands

his sleeve. “Onde

toda parte. Eles não podem encontrar

“What are you saying?”

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

the final door

Gunshots…

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

yells, “Suba

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

you with a gun in your hand. Charlotte, give James yours. Arm around my neck. I need you to hang

me a