An instant later, the will to defend herself rose up, and her eyes darted all around to spy out a weapon. But she wouldnt be able to grab the holds shovel or pitchfork before either of the men could get to her.
Then she spied the haphazard arrangement of tools on the floor beside the second man. The bastards were here to sabotage them! Fury spiked through her before settling like a weight on her chest, but she bit it back and said, I am sorry for interrupting whatever repairs youre doing down here. Ill be going back up to my cabin so good night.
You aint goin nowhere, lady, the man called Clive said through those beefy lips. I think youre goin to stay with us and keep me n Pretty compny for a spell. His voice was guttural and his leering eyes scoured her body. Revulsion racked her. She flexed and closed her fingers as she fought for control. You didnt think Id let a comely piece of puss like you leave without me givin you a good toss, did you?
Now, old on, Clive, Pretty protested from where hed stopped, not five feet from her side. The boss didn say nothin about tuppin nobody tonight. He scratched intently in his greasy hair as he suggested, Lets me n you finish up ere afore we get caught, n then well take care of er.
Bugger you, Pretty, Clive said as he reached for the front of her cloak. A panicked screech burst from her lips. She kicked out at him. The stiff toe of her boot planted into his knee before she dashed around him, narrowly shimmying past his enraged lunge.
Help! Somebody help me! she screamed just once before she reached the steps. She knew no one was coming to her rescue. Tonight her survival was in her own hands.
Fast as Nicole flew to the stairs, the big brute was faster, and she managed just three steps up the companionway before he leapt for her legs. Catching her ankles in a manacle-like grip, he snatched them back viciously. She felt weightless for a fraction of a second before she crashed against the stairs in a jarring bounce. Stunned, she scarcely registered the pain as the wood shoved into her stomach and chest, wrenching the air out of her lungs.
Over her violent gasps, she dimly heard the scarred man yelling at them over the din of screaming animals. The pain ebbed and her sight blurred until Clive hauled her back down, dragging her limp body toward him, one hand over the other snaking higher up her leg.
Fight, damn it, fight! With a hidden reserve of strength, she kicked forcefully, her heel catching the man squarely in his foul, soft mouth.
Blood spurt. He howled in pain, yet managed to keep one hand fisted around her leg. Another furious kick connected, loosening his hold, and she pulled at the stairs above with all the fading power left in her arms.
Shed broken free. Shed
Ill shoot you if you try that again. The words accompanied the rasp of a pistol hammer being cocked.
She craned her head back over her shoulder. The scarred man had a gun trained on her. Shaking, she looked back down at Clive, who rose to his feet and staggered toward her, his bloody face split into a gruesome sneer.
One glance into his pebbly eyes, seeing the frenzied rage directed at her, decided her fate in a flash.
Ignoring the gun pointed at her back, she sprang to her feet and bolted up the stairs, pumping her arms for speed, knowing she was too weak too slow.
Halfway up, she felt rather than heard the click of the hammer. A shot roared through the shadowy hold.
Chapter 2
Derek Sutherland was an angry man.
Those who knew him well, and they were few, feared he wasnt many years away from becoming a bitter man. The events of the last four years did seem to guarantee his descent in that direction.
Late on this cold and bleak night, in addition to being angry, he was drunk. As was usual.
In truth, only one thing was out of the ordinary. Hed begun sobering up, an inconvenience he hoped to remedy soon in a nearby tavern. Lengthening his strides, he weaved his way through the broken crowds that populated the docks. He made his way easily even with the influx of people the race had drawn, since most wisely gave him a wide berth when he came near.
This wasnt only because he was a large man, standing a head taller than most out here. Nor was it that his hard face evinced the anger he wrestled with more and more each day. It was because hed become a man who had nothing to lose, making him the most dangerous kind. And it showed.
He wasnt unaware of his effect on those around himfor years itd been this way. In fact, only a handful of people didnt back down from him. One of whom was Amanda Sutherland, his motherwhich was unfortunate, he thought, as he recalled this latest meaningless evening at the Sutherland London town house.
Hed been about to leave for the night when shed summoned him into her deliberately feminine sitting room. He didnt have to guess what course the conversation would take and only wondered that it had taken her this long to approach him yet again.
When he sauntered in, hed forgone planting a kiss on her offered cheek, and ignored the brief flash of hurt in her eyes. He moved straight to the least-delicate chair facing her and settled uncomfortably in the small seat.
Crossing his long legs at the ankles, Derek drawled, I cant imagine why you would want to see me, Mother.
She pursed her lips at that, but after painstakingly smoothing her crisp skirts, she spoke evenly. Will you stop by your club tonight?
He laughed at her ludicrous question, but the sound was foreign and grated. He grew silent and fought to rein in the formidable temper that had helped bring his life to the low point he currently enjoyed.
Before he answered, he leaned forward in his seat to glare a warning. Ill be damned if we do this again. You know bloody well that I am not going to the club or to any of your balls or soirees or anywhere else I might have to see or hear of of my situation, he snapped, his face tense with resentment.
Though she should have been accustomed to it by now, his mother had looked startled at his quickening fury. Nevertheless, she said, You have a responsibility to your title, Derek. Its time, past time, you had an heir.
Grants my heir, hed said, naming his brother.
But a son
Cannot and will not happen.
His baleful tone hadnt even slowed her. No, she took a fortifying breath and proceeded to drag them both through the same old argument. She never missed a chancethey had it every time he was in London.
For what had to be half the night, hed listened to her rant and plead, changing tactics with expert precision. Finally, hed grown so furious hed shot out of his chair to leave, intending to stay away from his family until he sailed.
But she wouldnt let it go.
So which route are you sailing this time? China? South America? she questioned before he could escape to the hall.