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

Once we're out, you can sing to the

“By that time Finchby and Baxter could have murdered all the

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

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

me a calculating look. “Sold to the man with the

downstairs somewhere. But I do have my axe.

pass her to him, clinging to his Cara with one hand, waving a

swing… and strike at the

this time

this time, the blade cuts through. The lock springs open and after a brief struggle with the bolt, I open the door to a dim

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

her,

away, then sees James with Charlotte and Cara. Wide-eyed, tearful, she jabbers at me, hands

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

draws a breath, then scrabbling up,

her. “Nós estamos indo embora. Você quer ajudar?” He jabs a finger to me… “Ajudem-no.” Then he stands back, plucking at

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

“Keep at it. I’ll see if

grim prisons, flooding down the cells. A couple of boys emerge from one cell, ten, maybe eleven years old. Another, with

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

tugs at his

parte. Eles não podem encontrar todos

“What are you saying?”

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

door opens, disgorging

Gunshots…

from the wall and spitting brick-dust. I duck, and screaming and shouting, chaotically, the women scatter. Splitting and flowing one way and the other;

yells, “Suba

he arrived at the cell and he’d

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

me a dry