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.”

along the passage and

we don't have time for that. Once we're out,

Finchby and Baxter could have murdered all the witnesses.

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

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

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

But I do have my axe. James, can

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

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

aim, this time striking

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

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

gesture her,

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

“Você quer partir? Venha conosco.” He throws

then scrabbling up, dashes out, joining us,

indo embora. Você quer ajudar?” He jabs a finger to me…

crash open the padlock, she darts inside, gesturing me on to the next. Half a

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

grim prisons, flooding down the cells. A couple of boys emerge from one cell, ten, maybe

the hands of the first woman we

tugs at his sleeve.

Em toda parte. Eles não

“What are you saying?”

Finchby can’t catch all of them and Baxter probably

door

Gunshots…

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

“Suba

have been exhausted as he arrived at the cell and he’d taken a beating. He may not want to admit it, but he’s struggling with

hand. Charlotte, give James yours. Arm around my neck. I

me a