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 passage and its barred

for that. Once we're out, you

Finchby and Baxter could have murdered all the witnesses.

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

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

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

But I do have my axe. James, can

her to him, clinging to his Cara with one

at the first padlock. The angle’s a little wrong. The blade bites in, but the lock

adjust my aim, this time striking square

open and after a brief struggle with the bolt, I

eyed, fair-skinned,

her, “Quick,

and Cara. Wide-eyed, tearful, she jabbers at

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

breath, then scrabbling up, dashes out, joining

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

the padlock, she darts inside, gesturing me on to the next. Half a minute later, she exits, now with another two women, one looking barely old enough to

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

I lose count. The crowd of 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

now with the keys, thrusting them into the hands of the first woman

tugs at his

Em toda parte. Eles

“What are you saying?”

catch

final door opens, disgorging its

Gunshots…

shouting, chaotically, the women scatter. Splitting and flowing one

“Suba

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

a gun in your hand. Charlotte, give James yours. Arm around my

me a dry