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

we don't have time for that. Once we're out, you can sing to the world about what's in here,

time Finchby and Baxter could

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

women, running around the place, creating chaos, trying to escape,

shoots me a calculating look. “Sold to the man with the highest bid.

But I do have my

to his Cara with one hand, waving a gun in the

aim… swing… and strike at the

adjust my aim, this time striking

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

cringes back, babbling something at me. Dark-haired and eyed, fair-skinned,

her, “Quick,

sees James with Charlotte and Cara. Wide-eyed, tearful, she jabbers at me, hands outstretched,

partir?

up, dashes

with her. “Nós estamos indo embora. Você quer ajudar?” He jabs a finger to me…

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

I’m already working on the next. Klempner taps me on the shoulder. “Keep at it. I’ll see if I can find those keys. Back in a

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

keys, thrusting them into the

his sleeve. “Onde

toda parte. Eles

“What are you saying?”

can’t catch

final door opens,

Gunshots…

ricocheting from the wall and spitting brick-dust. I duck, and screaming and shouting, chaotically, the women scatter. Splitting

“Suba

as he arrived at the cell and

you with a gun in your hand. Charlotte, give James yours.

gives me a