Page 91 of The Lord who Seduced Me
Chapter Thirty
London, England April 1813
Rose had come to London for a bit to see Eden, and to help her in the orphanage for a little bit.
She wanted to spend time with those she loved for a bit before returning to the country where she would stay until she had her baby.
It was too hard on her to be in London knowing that Cabe was not here. And she told her family she would only stay for a short time. A fortnight. No longer.
Each day her pregnancy grew more noticeable, and while she had told Aidan, and he had told Rhia, she had not said anything to anyone else yet.
She knew her parents would not be upset, but she worried, nonetheless.
She wore different dresses, ones that had a high waist and she tried to hide her secret. Rose lay on her bed, feeling the tiny kicks her baby made and she put her hand to her stomach to feel them. She loved this tiny baby.
She wished to know what she was having, but she loved it either way. Did not care what gender she had.
She heard a small sound in her room, but she had been so preoccupied with the small movements in her stomach that it hadn’t been anything to worry over until now, and when she turned to see what was going on, when a hand came down over her mouth.
She screamed and kicked as she was pulled from her bed. She smelled something sweet and sickly as it came over her mouth and nose, and she breathed it in, her eyes falling closed. She went limp, and the darkness came over her.
* * *
When she woke, she was tied up. Her hands and feet bound together, with her feet bound to a chair.
She was in a large room. One that she recognized as Cabe’s cabin on his ship.
Her eyes were still blurry, and she was having a hard time concentrating, but as she looked around the room, her eyes landed on a very large man.
He was sitting on the bed and was watching her every move. She went still and could see his dark eyes. He stood and walked over to her.
He touched her face, and she jerked out of his way. Not wanting him to touch her. “Now, now. That isn’t polite.” He said to her and she glared up at him.
“Who are you?”
He laughed and looked down at her. His eyes were cold and calculating.
He leaned down until he was right in front of her and she could smell the cigar he had smoked and the gin he had drunk on his breath.
He was a handsome man, older with greying hair. But his eyes were cold as ice and had no warmth in the depths. “You can call me Lucius. No one else does. Most know me as the Renegade’s right hand. His first mate and the deadliest man on his crew.”
She went still at his words, knowing the man in front of her was part of the crew of pirates that were wanted from here to the other side of the world. They were notorious for raping and pillaging in each and every town they came across.
She knew how much Cabe loathed them all, and that the Renegade was the reason he left.
She was confused, and when it dawned on her what it meant that this man was standing in front of her, she wanted to be sick.
Cabe must have died in the battle and now they were going to finish off every person that had ever meant anything to him.
“What am I doing here?” She asked in a quiet whisper, that she could barely force past her throat.
Lucius stared down at her. “You know very well why you are here.”
She shook her head, “I don’t. If Cabe is dead, there is no reason to harm me.”
He smirked at her and dropped to haunches in front of her. “Cabe went after my Captain and my crew. But failed to notice that I was left behind. With strict instructions to follow if my Captain did not survive. Since he did not come for me when he said he would. I knew something was wrong. But I had to wait for you to finally come back. It took longer than expected, but I am following his instructions out. Seems your dear Captain got the better of him. But he did not get the better of me. We shall see how long it takes for your dear Captain to show his face. Oh, we will have such fun when he arrives. He never just followed the rules. Never did what was expected of him.”
He laughed in her face, “Cabe was once our captive. He and his crew were such fun for us to play with. They all screamed so deliciously when they were tortured, and those that couldn’t handle it, died of their torture.”
