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.”

then looking along the passage and its

a startled look. “Michael, we don't have time for that. Once we're out, you can sing to

time Finchby and Baxter could

those cells represents his working stock. His property. He’ll not be eager to get

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

man with the highest bid. Get

do have my axe. James, can you take Charlotte

pass her to him, clinging to his Cara

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

aim, this time striking square

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

and eyed, fair-skinned, she would be beautiful if she weren’t so

gesture her,

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

quer partir?

breath, then scrabbling up,

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

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

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

women grows; 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 cells. A couple of boys emerge from one cell, ten, maybe eleven years old.

into the hands of the first woman we released.

tugs at his sleeve. “Onde

Em toda parte.

“What are you saying?”

them to scatter. Finchby can’t catch all of them and Baxter

final door opens,

Gunshots…

duck, and screaming and shouting, chaotically, the women scatter. Splitting and flowing one way and the other; maybe thirty

“Suba

exhausted as he arrived at the cell and he’d taken a beating. He may not want to admit

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

me a