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.”

double-takes at me, then looking along the

that. Once we're out, you can

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

His property. He’ll not be eager to get rid of

you don’t think a lot of screaming, panicking women, running around the place, creating

calculating look. “Sold to the man with the highest bid. Get on

do have my axe. James, can you take

clinging to his Cara with one hand, waving

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

this time striking

after a brief struggle with the

eyed, fair-skinned, she would be beautiful if she

her,

Cara.

head around the door. “Você quer partir? Venha conosco.” He throws a

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

Você quer ajudar?” He jabs a finger to

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

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

Caucasian, Afro. Few seem to share a language, but all come bursting from their grim prisons, flooding down the cells. A couple of boys emerge from one cell, ten, maybe eleven years old. Another, with eyes like blue ice

thrusting them into the hands of the first woman

tugs at his sleeve.

sei. Em toda parte. Eles não

“What are you saying?”

can’t catch all of them and Baxter probably

the final door opens,

Gunshots…

the women scatter. Splitting and flowing one

yells, “Suba

exhausted as he arrived at the cell and he’d taken a beating.

to me. Klempner needs you with a gun in your hand. Charlotte,

gives me