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 barred

don't have time for that. Once we're out, you can sing to

that time Finchby and Baxter could have murdered

stock. His property. He’ll not be eager to get rid of them. What’s your priority,

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

calculating look. “Sold to the man with the highest bid. Get on with it then. You got those

I do have my axe. James, can

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

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

aim, this

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

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

gesture her, “Quick,

then sees James with Charlotte and Cara.

pokes his head around the door. “Você quer partir? Venha

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

ajudar?” He jabs a finger to

the padlock, she darts inside, gesturing me on to the next.

the shoulder. “Keep

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

thrusting them into the hands of the

at his sleeve.

toda parte. Eles não podem encontrar todos

“What are you saying?”

Finchby can’t catch all

final door opens,

Gunshots…

by me, ricocheting from the wall and spitting brick-dust. I duck, and screaming and shouting, chaotically, the women scatter. Splitting and flowing one way and the other; maybe

“Suba

have been exhausted as he arrived at the cell and he’d taken a

your hand. Charlotte, give

me a dry