Page 6 of Savage Knights (Princes of Devil's Creek 3)

“She’s awake,” a man said in a thick Italian accent.

My heart clambered out of my chest, beating so hard and fast, my head spun. I struggled to catch my breath with the cloth over my mouth. The disgusting smell didn’t help.

A million horrible thoughts raced through my head as a boat approached the pier. They were going to sell me atIl Circo, the online auction where anything goes. But I had faith my men would stop their enemies.

A phone rang, cutting through the noise of the yacht’s engine. The man beside me raised the phone to his ear, his voice husky and with what sounded like a New York accent.

Who the hell are these people?

“They’re offering twenty-five million?”

“Tell them to make it fifty,” my mother hissed in a snooty tone, “and we have a deal.”

A shiver rushed down my spine.

Fifty million dollars?

If she wanted money, my men would have given it to her without the drama. She didn’t have to go to these lengths to fuck with my life. My grandfather wouldn’t have budged. He would have held his ground and forced her hand.

Maybe that was why I was here.

This was her way of showing my grandfather that no matter how much wealth and power he had gained, she could take it from him. My thoughts drifted to Aiden. I wasn’t the only heir to the Wellington fortune.

Aiden was the heir apparent to take over for my grandfather after his retirement. He had the most to lose and everything to gain.

So why didn’t she go for him?

Or did she?

Just the thought of anyone hurting my twin brother twisted my stomach into knots. Aiden was a free spirit, an artist who wasn’t fit to join the ranks of The Devil’s Knights.

Aiden.

He better be okay.

When I closed my eyes, I listened to the waves.

Luca loved the sea.

So did Marcello.

They could have lived on a boat if they didn’t have the weight of the world pressing down on their shoulders. The sound, the smell, everything about the sea reminded me of my handsome devils. I envisioned my savage Knights coming to my rescue.

It was only a matter of time.

With my ankles bound, my legs hit the man’s back with each step we took toward the boat. His shoes slapped the wooden planks, with multiple sets of footsteps following us.

“About time,” a man in front of us shouted. “We’re leaving in ten.” He cleared his throat as we approached the yacht. “The Salvatores got their invitation to the island. So have The Devil’s Knights. All of their known associates will be in attendance for the wedding.”

What wedding?

“They’ve gotten in our way for long enough,” another man said in a thick Italian accent.

“Throw her in,” a man growled.

Into the water?

His words caused me to panic. With the fabric covering my mouth, I couldn’t breathe.

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