Seeing Danger (Sinclair and Raven #2)(84)

Nodding, Dev stayed silent, because he knew he felt something similar for Lilly. His love, his life.

“Dear Christ, are they singing?” Cam hissed.

They were putting on quite a performance, laughing and swinging their skirts. Linking arms, they skipped along, apparently without a care in the world, singing at the tops of their voices.

“I feel as though my lunch is going to make a reappearance,” James whispered. “It should be us out there, not them.”

“And yet we would have been shot and be no help to my sisters or whoever else is in those sheds.”

Dev remained silent, letting James and Cam talk. They were close now, and looking at the guards he could see their attention was firmly caught. Lilly rolled her hips in an enticing way, and he watched one of the guards lick his lips and run his eyes over her body.

“I'm killing him first,” Dev snarled.

“What? Tell me what you see?”

“It's best you don't know,” Dev replied. As if he hadn't been angry enough, he felt his spleen begin to boil at the lecherous looks the men were giving his fiancée and sisters.



“Those bastards are comparing the size of our breasts!” Eden hissed, forcing a smile on her face. “So we are going to flirt and then take them around the back so they believe we are going to lift our skirts—”

“Eden!” Essie gasped.

“I'm practicing being bawdy.”

Lilly's snort held little humor.

“Remember, try to speak a little coarser,” Essie whispered.

“Don't come any closer, ladies!”

Lilly sauntered forward, ignoring the gun waving in her face. “We heard in the village that there was some gents here need a bit of fun.” Pushing the barrel of the shotgun aside, she ran one hand up the man's chest and fought a shudder of revulsion as he leered down at her. “Me and my friends is bored,” she added, running one finger down the barrel of his gun, now lowered to his side.

“How much?” one of the other men said, crooking his finger at Essie, who moved slowly forward. Lilly blinked at the sultry look on her face.

“How much you got?” Eden said, moving to the last man.

“Enough for you lovelies,” the man boasted, wrapping an arm around her waist and hauling her close.

“Got anywhere a bit quieter?” Lilly said, placing her arms around the man's neck. Lord, he smelled foul. She could almost feel the heat of Devon's eyes as they watched her.

“We can't leave here; the boss might see.”

“The boss is busy and will be for hours. Come on.”

Essie pressed closer to her man as he appeared to waver. Lilly watched his eyes glaze with lust, and then he tossed aside his gun and followed the man who led Eden.

“Got anything to drink?” Lilly asked as they walked away to a smaller shed.

“I got everything a lady could need,” he said, then laughed, showing yellow teeth. She prayed Dev arrived soon, because she felt ill at the prospect of this man touching her.

They walked into the building and he let her go to light several candles. It was a small, cramped space and obviously used as sleeping quarters, judging by the belongings spread everywhere. Wrinkling her nose as the foul odor reached her, she looked at Eden and Essie. Both had smiles on their faces; their eyes, however, were like their brothers’: cold with rage.

“We'll have an all in,” one of the men said, eyeing Eden's breasts. “I like the look of your one’s titties.”

“Charming,” Eden muttered as her man all but fell into her cleavage.

“Perhaps you gentlemen should make yourselves comfortable while we put on a little show for you,” Lilly said, pushing her man in the chest and sending him sprawling backward. She toyed with her bodice as he tried to rise.

“Get down here, boys!” he said, licking his lips as she ran one finger down her chest.

Lifting her skirts slowly, Lilly slipped her hands beneath and pretended to fiddle with her stockings, and then pulled the pistol free.

“Hands in the air, please, gentlemen,” Lilly said. “And I use the term loosely, I assure you.”

“Don't speak if you want to live,” Essie said, drawing her knife and waving it before the now wide-eyed men.

“Lie on your stomachs and put your hands on your lower back!” Eden demanded. Once this was done, she and Essie began to bind their hands with the neckties and scarves. Lilly stood over them, pistol at the ready.

“And here comes the cavalry,” she muttered as the door burst open.





CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT


“Thank God!” Dev found Lilly and his sisters standing over the men. He took the pistol from her as he reached her side. “Did they harm you?”

“No.”

Kneeling beside one of the men, Dev pushed the gun into his side. “Are there more men inside that building you were guarding?”

“No, just Finnegan, the man who is training them.”

“If you've lied to me I'll come back and put a hole in you.”

“I'm not lying!” the man squealed.

“Let's go,” Cam said from the doorway. “We need to find the twins.”

They shut and locked the building and then ran back to the front. Lifting the heavy wooden bar, they pulled the door open and slipped inside.