“She is. What’s your name, sweetheart?”
“None of your business.” If they were going to kill her anyway, she would be damned if she would give them the satisfaction of answering any of their questions.
“All right. Let’s try this. Are you carrying Killian O’Rourke’s child?”
“No.” The lie rolled easily off her tongue. If it meant keeping her and her baby safe, she would lie straight through her fucking teeth if she had to.
“Good to know.” Again with that cheerfulness in the first assailant’s voice that chilled her right to her core. “If you were, I wouldn’t be able to use this.”
A sharp electric sound buzzed beside her ear, making her jerk against her bonds. “What is that?”
She hated herself a little for the tremor in her voice. But she hated him more for laughing at her fear.
“You don’t know what a taser sounds like, sweetheart? You really are sheltered, huh?”
A taser? Fuck. She might not know a lot about being pregnant, but she was very, very certain that being tased was not a doctor-recommended activity for pregnant women.
The electrical buzz sounded beside her ear again and her head spun as panic clawed at her chest. “Please don’t hurt me.”
“They won’t.” The voice was so wrong, so out of place, her brain refused to believe it. Until the cover was whisked from her head and she found herself staring up into a familiar pair of glittering emerald eyes.
“Hello, princess.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Killian
Oh, his naughty little princess was furious.
And she was stunning.
Glaring up at him, an emotion almost like hatred burning in the pale blue of her eyes, she was quite simply the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. He was half tempted to have Lochlan untie her so he could see exactly what kind of damage she would inflict in this state.
But they had more pressing matters than the lust burning through his veins, so her vengeance would have to wait.
“What the fuck, Killian?”
Gripping her chin between his fingers, he forced her head back, delighted when her anger didn’t fade in the least.
He was going to have so much fun teaching her who was really in charge here.
“You disobeyed me, princess.”
Disbelief replaced fury, but only for a moment before her eyes narrowed and her lip curled up in an impressive snarl. “Fuck you.”
“Gladly. But we need to have a discussion, first.”
“The only thing we need to discuss is how much time you’re going to spend in prison once I get out of here. Have you forgotten who my father is? Who my uncles are?”
“I am, unfortunately, reminded of exactly who your uncles are on a regular basis.”
“Then explain to me how kidnapping the niece of two decorated Charleston police department detectives seemed like a good idea.”
“You needed to be taught a lesson. This seemed like the most effective way.”
Again her gaze shifted, shock widening her eyes, and he was fairly certain if he hadn’t been holding her chin her mouth would have fallen right open. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“All manner of things, I imagine.”
