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

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

could have murdered all the witnesses. Gotten rid of

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

screaming, panicking women, running around the place,

a calculating look. “Sold to the man with

I do have my axe. James,

his Cara

striding ahead, unslinging the axe from my shoulders, I aim… swing… and strike at the

aim, this time

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

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

gesture her, “Quick,

Charlotte and Cara.

quer partir?

scrabbling up, dashes out,

Você quer ajudar?” He jabs a finger to me… “Ajudem-no.” Then he

this time, as I crash open the padlock, she darts inside, gesturing me on to the next. Half a minute later, she exits, now with

taps me on the shoulder. “Keep at

their grim prisons, flooding down the cells. A couple of boys emerge from

keys, thrusting them into the hands of the first woman we

tugs at his

Em toda parte. Eles não

“What are you saying?”

catch all of them and Baxter

the final door opens,

Gunshots…

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

yells, “Suba

exhausted as he arrived at the cell and he’d taken

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

gives me a