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.”

the

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

short. “By that time Finchby and Baxter could have murdered all the witnesses. Gotten

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

don’t think a lot of screaming, panicking women, running around the place, creating chaos, trying to escape, is likely to make our

with the highest

I do have my

him, clinging to his Cara with one hand,

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

aim, this

blade cuts through. The lock springs open and after a brief struggle with the bolt, I open

and eyed, fair-skinned, she

gesture her,

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

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

scrabbling up, dashes out, joining us, babbling at

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

me on to the next. Half a minute later, she exits, now with

shoulder. “Keep at it. I’ll

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,

into the hands of the first

his sleeve. “Onde

toda parte. Eles

“What are you saying?”

scatter. Finchby can’t catch all

the final door opens, disgorging

Gunshots…

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

“Suba

limp is heavier, more pronounced. He must already have been exhausted as he arrived at the cell and

your hand. Charlotte, give James yours. Arm around

gives me