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

Once we're out, you can sing to the

time Finchby and Baxter could have murdered all the witnesses.

represents his working stock. His property. He’ll not be eager to get

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

to the man with

my axe. James,

to him, clinging to his Cara

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

this time striking

lock springs open and after a brief

something at me. Dark-haired and eyed, fair-skinned, she would be

gesture her,

Charlotte and Cara.

partir?

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

embora. Você quer ajudar?” He jabs a finger to

gesturing me on to the next.

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

five. I 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

the keys, thrusting them into the hands of the first

at his sleeve.

Em toda parte. Eles não podem encontrar

“What are you saying?”

can’t catch

the final door opens, disgorging

Gunshots…

screaming and shouting, chaotically, the women scatter. Splitting and flowing one way and the other; maybe

“Suba as

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

to me. Klempner needs you with a gun in your hand. Charlotte, give James yours. Arm around my neck.

gives me a dry