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.”

the passage and its

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

him short. “By that time Finchby and Baxter could have murdered all the witnesses. Gotten rid of the

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

panicking women, running around the place, creating chaos, trying to escape, is likely to make our job

the man with the highest bid. Get on with it then. You got

my axe.

his Cara with one

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

this

through. The lock springs open and after a brief struggle

at me. Dark-haired and eyed,

gesture her,

James with Charlotte and Cara. Wide-eyed,

quer partir? Venha conosco.” He throws a glance to

up, dashes out,

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

as I crash open the padlock, she darts inside, gesturing me on to the next.

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

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.

reappears, now with the keys, thrusting them into the hands of the

his sleeve.

sei. Em toda parte. Eles não podem encontrar

“What are you saying?”

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

the final door opens,

Gunshots…

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

yells, “Suba as

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

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

gives me a