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 doorways, nods

we're out, you can sing to the world

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

not be eager to get rid of them. What’s your priority, Michael? We have to get out of

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

pauses, shoots me a calculating look. “Sold to the man with the highest bid. Get on with

I do have my axe. James, can you

pass her to him, clinging to his Cara with

shoulders, I aim… swing… and strike at the first padlock. The angle’s a little wrong. The blade bites in, but the

adjust my aim, this time striking

a brief struggle with the bolt, I open the door to

eyed, fair-skinned, she would be beautiful

her, “Quick,

Charlotte and Cara. Wide-eyed, tearful, she jabbers

quer partir? Venha

up, dashes out, joining

jabs a finger

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

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

grim prisons, flooding down the cells.

into the hands of the first woman we released. “Abre

at his

parte. Eles não

“What are you saying?”

catch

final door opens,

Gunshots…

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

yells, “Suba as

cell and he’d taken a beating. He may not want to admit it,

your hand. Charlotte,

me a