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

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

“By that time Finchby and Baxter could have

won’t. Whoever’s in those cells represents his working stock. His property. He’ll not be eager to get

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

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

have my

pass her to him, clinging to his Cara

the first padlock. The angle’s a little wrong. The

adjust my aim, this time striking square

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

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

gesture her,

sees James with Charlotte and Cara. Wide-eyed,

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

draws a breath, then scrabbling up,

short with her. “Nós estamos indo embora. Você quer ajudar?” He jabs a

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

“Keep at it. I’ll see if I can find those keys. Back in

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

the keys, thrusting them into the hands of

his

Em toda parte.

“What are you saying?”

can’t catch all of them and Baxter probably

the final door opens, disgorging

Gunshots…

scatter. Splitting and flowing one way

“Suba

is heavier, more pronounced. He must already have been exhausted as he arrived at the cell and he’d taken a

gun in your hand. Charlotte, give James

gives me a