Addicted to the Duke (Imperfect Lords #1)(75)
Every muscle in Alex’s body went taut. He studied his nemesis. Murad had aged. A hard, violent life did that to a man. He must have been over fifty years old. He was a big, ugly man. A man you did not wish to meet in a dark alley, or in fact meet anywhere without a pistol—two pistols.
“You have underestimated me once again, my boy. These islands are my playground. Nothing happens here without my knowledge. I sent some of my men to Pentati a few days ago. By now the delectable Hestia, the lovely woman I never got to properly meet four years ago, is in my hands.”
Alex heard Jacob curse beside him and wanted to do likewise, but that would please Murad.
“He’s bluffing.”
He really wanted to believe Jacob, but what would happen if Murad’s men did have her held captive?
“I can see the anger in your eyes. I would be angry too if something so precious had slipped through my fingers. I would have been more careful.”
Alex hissed, and his hand automatically raised the pistol he held as he aimed it at Murad.
“But you can’t kill me. I know you want to. If I am not delivered safely back to my ship, and sailing back to Bodrum with you as my captive, my men will kill her.”
Jacob grabbed his arm and whispered, “You can’t go back with him. He is likely to kill you the minute you step on board his ship.”
“He won’t kill me.” It would be an easy decision for him to go with Murad if he thought that a bullet through his heart was his fate. But he knew Murad would not kill him straightaway. He would want to humiliate him. He would want to show everyone that he could make the Duke of Bedford do anything he asked. Alex wasn’t afraid of many things, but he was afraid of what the opium he knew Murad would feed him could make him do. Terrible memories of what he’d done while in captivity made his knees weak and bile rise.
“If he has Hestia, I don’t have any choice. If he’s true to his word and he releases Hestia, it will give you time to collect Hestia and come after Murad’s ship. I’ll have a better chance escaping off his ship than from within his fortress. Just make sure you’re around when I dive overboard.”
“You can’t seriously be considering going with him. How do you know he’s even got Hestia, and if he has, why would he let her go? We both know the man has no honor.”
Alex sighed. “I can’t take the risk that he’s bluffing.” He turned to Jacob and put a hand on his shoulder. “If he double-crosses us and doesn’t release Hestia, then you must follow us and we have to escape before Murad reaches Bodrum.” Jacob looked at him and shook his head. “Jacob, listen to me. Make sure the Angelica is no more than half a day behind Murad. It’s my only chance.”
“As plans go, this is a terrible one,” Jacob said. “He’ll see us.”
“Not necessarily. The Angelica is faster. Catch up during darkness and drop back during the day.”
“It’s risky.”
“Do you have an alternative?”
Jacob flung his arms up in the air and began pacing backward and forward along the railings.
A cough from down below alerted them to the fact they were running out of time.
The two men stood staring at each other, Jacob’s face a mask of pain.
“I can’t believe he outwitted us again. I’m sorry.”
Alex pulled Jacob into a rough embrace. “Don’t be sorry; let’s just make sure that I’m not held captive as long as the last time.”
Jacob pulled out of his hold and nodded. “I won’t let you down. If you can find a way off that ship, I’ll be there.”
As Alex swung over the side of the Angelica and began to make his way down the ropes to Murad’s boat, he called, “I’m counting on that, my friend.”
—
As soon as Alex stepped into the boat, two of Murad’s sailors grabbed him and forced his arms behind his back, tying his hands together with some strips of leather. The cords dug into his skin, but the pain was no match for the agony of seeing Murad’s gloating face.
Murad laughed in his face before turning away. “This is going to be fun.”
—
Although the men were none too gentle, they had not intentionally hurt her. Hestia hadn’t stopped crying since she’d watched a cutlass slice open Ned’s side. Four men had ambushed the boat the minute they passed through the passage. Ned and their boat hadn’t even made it to shore. The slightly bigger boat filled with eight men blocked their way to the shore. One gunshot and Ned had surrendered. He’d tried to protect her, but they simply ran through the men Jacob had sent to protect her, and pushed them overboard into the sea.
By the way they were dressed, she knew who had sent them. They were Murad’s men.
Numb with shock, she knew it would be fruitless to put up any kind of resistance.
The pirates began to row in the opposite direction from the shore. They were taking her back out through the passage into the open sea. For a moment hope rose, for the Angelica was in full sail in front of them, but it was moving away, and it looked as if it was fleeing.
It did not take Hestia long to see a large second ship. She looked past Fredrick’s schooner and to her horror saw a small rowboat moving toward the pirate ship. She could just make out a man standing with one leg propped up on the side of the boat. She would recognize the turban anywhere. But what caused her to cry out in agony was the man standing between the two pirates at the stern. She would recognize that proud stance, fair hair, and broad shoulders in her dreams.