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.”

looking along the passage and its barred

time for that. Once we're out, you can sing to the world about what's in here, but until

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

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

a lot of screaming, panicking women, running around the place, creating chaos, trying to escape, is

“Sold to the man with the highest bid. Get

do have my axe. James,

to his Cara with one hand, waving a

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

this time

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

me. Dark-haired and eyed, fair-skinned, she would be beautiful

her, “Quick,

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

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

draws a breath, then scrabbling up, dashes out, joining us,

quer ajudar?” He jabs a finger

gesturing me on to the next. Half a minute

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

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 and hair of Scandinavian

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

at his

toda parte. Eles não podem

“What are you saying?”

them to scatter. Finchby can’t catch

door

Gunshots…

and screaming and shouting, chaotically, the women scatter. Splitting

yells, “Suba as

limp is heavier, more pronounced. He must already 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

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

gives me