Royal Heir (Westerly Billionaire #3)(68)

The younger man, who appeared to be in his forties, walked over to Rachelle and gave her a kick in the side. “You heard him. Get against the wall.” He went to kick her again, but Rachelle quickly rolled back against the wall.

Although the situation was horrific, she knew it could have been worse. If they wanted her quiet and out of the way, she would do what she could to draw as little attention to herself as possible.

“Did you have to kill the guards?” the younger man whined. “What if we need them?”

“We won’t. No one knows we’re here.”

“Not even the ones we paid to find her? The ones back at the palace?”

“Think, Erwin. Would I leave them alive?”

Erwin shuddered. “Couldn’t we have paid them off?”

“Only the dead keep secrets.”

Erwin looked over at Rachelle, and she closed her eyes. She didn’t want to connect with him. “Are you sure the royal guard will follow us? What if they don’t?”

The older man snarled, “How did I raise such a weak son? They won’t have a choice. After Magnus is gone, we sit back and wait for Tadeas to die a natural death. Or help him along, too, if he lingers. After that, I am next in line for the crown. It’s my birthright. You will one day be king, son. I’ll make sure of it.”

“What if Magnus finds out where we are?”

“He won’t. In an hour he’ll receive a message that his girlfriend is on her way out of the country to be sold off to the highest bidder unless he meets me alone.”

“He’s smart, Father. He won’t go alone.”

“He doesn’t have to. I have enough people in place to take out whoever shows up.”

“It’s going to be a bloodbath.”

“That’s why we’re here. And if it’s done right, it’ll look like he tangled with the wrong country and they took him out.”

“What do we do with her afterward? Are we really going to sell her?”

“Erwin, I need you to start using your brain. She knows who we are. She can hear us now. Does she live or does she die?”

“She dies?” Erwin asked like a child, unsure if his teacher would accept his answer.

“Of course she dies. Your mother was one of the dumbest women I ever fucked, but she was beautiful. If I could go back in time, I’d pick an ugly wife with a brain. Maybe then I’d have a son who had half a chance of holding on to the crown.”

Oh my God. Rachelle started praying then, for herself, for Magnus, for Vandorra, if these two men came into power.



In the early dark of the evening, Magnus left no escape route for his cousin. He landed the helicopters early and drove to the cabin with enough men to form a stealthy, quickly closing perimeter. Every public and private resource available to him was on hand, including a police-force hostage expert.

Snipers were in place, using thermal scopes to sweep the cabin. Two standing bodies. Two prone cooling bodies, potentially dead. One smaller, still-warm body on the floor of the main room. Kill shots could be attempted, but the expert warned that there was too much they didn’t know. Weapons might be trained on her—weapons that might be fired instinctively even as someone went down. Or she might be rigged with a device.

A search of the Pavailler Palace grounds had produced the bodies of three dead men in royal guard uniforms. Davot had the blood of several already on his hands—underestimating him would not be wise.

Magnus took Phillip aside. “No matter how it goes down, you save her. If it’s between me or her, don’t choose me.”

Phillip looked away.

Magnus grabbed him by the arm. “She leaves here alive, no matter what it takes. Do you understand? If she dies, everything good in me goes with her.”

Phillip put his hand over Magnus’s. “We’ll get her out of there.”

Magnus nodded. “We knew he’d be back. We should have killed him when we had a chance.”

“That will be remedied today.”

The hostage expert approached. “Your Royal Highness, everyone is in place. It’s time to call him.”

Magnus took out his phone and dialed his cousin Davot’s number. It rang several times before it picked up. “Magnus?” his cousin asked.

“Yes, Davot.”

“I wasn’t expecting to hear from you so soon.”

“Yes, well, today is full of the unexpected, isn’t it? Whatever you were planning is over. I’m willing to give you the option to live, though.”

“How dare you speak to me in that manner!”

“I dare because the cabin you’re in is surrounded by my men, who will shoot to kill on my command. The only chance you or your son have of surviving this is if you send Rachelle out.”

His cousin took a moment before answering. “Is Tadeas with you?”

“Yes.”

“I want to speak to him.”

Magnus looked to the hostage expert for confirmation, then brought the phone over to his father, who was surrounded by a wall of guards.

The king took the phone, put it on speakerphone, and raised his eyes toward the cabin. “It didn’t have to come to this, Davot.”

“This is exactly what comes when you steal a crown from someone.”

“Your father served his role as regent, and he did it with dignity, but I was the heir to the throne. I stole nothing. Come out, Davot. You don’t have to die today.”