Page 11 of Savage Knights (Princes of Devil's Creek 3)

“It’s disgusting!” Aiden shook his head. “You’re a Wellington, an heiress, not some cheap whore they can pass around for their pleasure.”

“Aiden, stop it! You’re acting like an asshole.”

My brother walked toward the window on the opposite side of the room. “You’re my sister.” He looked out the curtains and then angled his body to look at me. “My twin fucking sister.” Aiden leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. “The thought of four men touching you sickens me. You deserve more. None of them are good enough for you.”

“I have something else to tell you,” I muttered, though I wasn’t sure I had the heart to tell him anything else, not with how he was overreacting. “I’m pregnant.”

With that, he stormed over to the door and turned the knob, pulling so hard I thought it would rip off.

“You can’t run from me, Aiden.”

He spun around to face me, his cheeks red with anger. “I’m not leaving you. I need to get you out of here.”

“Did you hear what I said?” I rubbed my hand over my stomach. “I’m pregnant.”

“Yeah.” He pinched the bridge of his nose between his fingers and sighed. “I heard you. Who’s the father?”

“I don’t know.” I strolled over to him, doing my best to stand on my own. “I found out I was pregnant the night Mom kidnapped me.”

“I’m going to be an uncle?” Aiden’s frown transformed into a bright smile. He scratched the blond stubble on his jaw. “I’ll be back from initiation before you have the baby.”

“If we get out of here alive,” I said to state the obvious.

He groaned. “It won’t be easy.”

Footsteps pounded the floorboards outside of the room. Then I heard a disturbance in the hall. Several men argued, their deep voices sending a chill down my spine.

Their footsteps moved closer.

So I stripped off the engagement ring and tucked it into my back pocket for safekeeping.

Aiden stepped back from the door.

And when it swung open, two men walked inside. The taller of the two pushed Aiden farther into the room and warned him to stand back. Of course, my brother swung at him, taking his best shot, one of which landed on the man’s jaw.

The other man was shorter and had a scar on his cheek. He carried a tray of food that hit the floor. A wrapped sandwich and bottle of water dropped near my feet.

Tall man choked Aiden from behind. I screamed, and then the short guy advanced on me.

“You’re not taking her!” Aiden shouted, as he did his best to subdue his attacker.

My brother kicked and struggled, determined to break free. I screamed for them to stop. But it was too late. The man had choked my brother unconscious. He threw Aiden’s limp body onto the mattress as if he weighed nothing.

I rushed over to him, lowered to my knees, and checked his pulse.

“He’s alive,” the man assured me.

The taller man stood above me and offered his hand. I sneered at him. And when I didn’t take his hand, he lifted me from the floor.

He pressed the barrel of a gun to my temple. “Start walking.”

I gulped down the fear clawing up the back of my throat and followed his orders, taking one last look at my brother as they slammed the door.

With the other man behind us, we moved down a long hallway. The yacht was like a floating hotel, decorated in various shades of white and cream with expensive paintings hung on the walls. It surprised me to see some of my favorite artists. But when I spotted at least five original Evangeline Franco paintings, my mouth dropped in surprise.

We climbed the stairs to the next deck in silence. I didn’t get cute with the man pointing a gun at the back of my head. I also didn’t want them to hurt my brother or my baby. I had too much to lose, and they knew it.

At the end of the corridor, we halted before a closed door. Tall man knocked, and another man on the other side told him to come inside.

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