Within A Captain's Hold. Lisa A. Olech

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СКАЧАТЬ of his servant, Sheffield, he might have hung, or worse, been sentenced to rot in a stinking hole in the bowels of Newgate Prison. Of course, that level of loyalty came at an expensive price, but he was happy to pay.

      “High time for a new duchess, and we’ve found her. The Duchess Annalise. Rolls off the tongue, does it not? She’ll soon see refusing us is futile.”

      As the coach rolled up to his destination, light from a dozen lanterns flooded through the torn curtain. Wolfsan dropped the soiled handkerchief to the floor and adjusted his pants. He checked his image in the mirror once more and frowned. How odd he looked without his usual frippery. Gone was his wig and face powder.

      Wolfsan ran a hand over his cropped scalp and dabbed at the corners of his unrouged mouth. Black was the color of this evening’s attire. “Unpleasant business this, but we must tidy up our messes with or without Sheffield.” He slipped the mirror into a pocket of his cloak and checked the position of the dagger.

      Wolfsan exited the hired coach, walked up the wide stone steps, and easily passed the doorman. A rowdy group of young men tumbled out, laughing and making crude jibes at their disheveled companion. The house was loud and busy tonight. Perfect.

      The ornate red door swung wide. Sights and sounds of the brothel engulfed him. Decorated whores of every description filled each corner of the room with their customers vying like slobbering dogs at a bowl of slop.

      A heavyset, jeweled prostitute tugged at his arm. “And what can I do for you?” A yellowed fingernail traced the dark ruffle of his shirt.

      Wolfsan eyed a set of fleshy breasts spilling over the top of her stained satin costume. He pulled out a leather sack, stuffed full of coins. The whore licked her thick lips.

      “Tonight, I wish to enjoy the pleasures of your madam, Giselle.”

      * * * *

      Days later, Wolfsan paced his richly appointed study like a caged beast. Thick carpeting silenced the clipped steps of his high heels. “Well? Where is she?”

      “We don’t know, Your Grace.” Two men stood with their backs to a set of tall gilded doors, twisting their hats in their hands. “No one’s seen Lady Gatherone or her maid.”

      “They couldn’t have disappeared. You won’t see a fleck of my gold until they’re found. Is that clear?” He tugged on the ruffled lace at his throat.

      One of the men elbowed the other. “Did spot a woman meeting the description of her maid staying at the tavern we visited last eve.”

      The other shook his head. “She weren’t no servant. A lady she was. Dressed in finery. She wore that fancy locket.”

      Wolfsan spun around. “A locket? Describe it to me.”

      “’Bout the size of a hen’s egg. Had some pearls, I think.” He lifted one shoulder and looked to his companion who nodded in agreement.

      “Did it have an ‘A’ engraved upon its face?”

      “It could ’ave,” said one.

      “I think it did,” said the other.

      “Fools. That was the maid.” Wolfsan pursed his lips. “So, she’s trying to pass for society.” He turned to the men. “No doubt she stole the locket from her mistress and brought Lady Annalise to some harm. Track her down and bring her to me at once.”

      “Your Grace, if she be a thief and a murderer, shouldn’t we take her to the authorities?”

      “I am the authorities, you imbeciles.” Wolfsan pounded upon his desk. “Why are you wasting time? Go find that woman.”

      The two men scrambled over one another to leave.

      As soon as they were gone, Wolfsan began to pace again. The maid would be the one with the answers. He did not believe she’d done any harm to Annalise, but she knew where her mistress was; he was sure of it. Fortunately, he knew of the most delightful ways of getting information.

      Wolfsan stopped before a tall mirror to admire himself. “This could be quite entertaining. Either way, the wench will be most useful. She’ll pay for making us look the fool.”

      Annalise would be his if he had to wring the neck of her servant to find her. He envisioned his hands upon the maid’s neck, the thin chain of the locket beneath his fingers. An evil smile curved his lips. A delicious thrill surged through him. He laughed with his reflection.

      Each killing came easier than the last. Wolfsan found a perverse amount of pride in that fact. A lesser man might find that disturbing, but not him. There was power in ending a life. Watching the struggle of his victims. Hearing their screams. Seeing their meager existence drain from them. Heady business.

      He ran a fingertip over his kohl-darkened eyebrows. “We’ll see to it our lovely Annalise gets her locket back. She has an unnatural affection for her servant. The two behave more like close companions. Unacceptable, but we can use it to our advantage. Annalise will assume the chit is in trouble and come running to her rescue. We’ll be waiting for her with open arms.”

      Wolfsan smoothed an errant hair on his tall wig and ran a hand down the embroidered peach silk of his coat. “Of course, we must punish her for running away from us. She needs to learn the proper respect. But nothing too severe. Mustn’t mar her beautiful face.

      “We’ll train her to pleasure us. Reward her when she does well and discipline her should she displease us. What do we care if she never comes to love us? Mother never did. Love is for fools. The last Duke of Wentworth provided sure proof of that.

      “But we shall create both the epitome of a highbred woman and learned whore who’ll do whatever we ask. Whenever we ask. We shall satisfy our appetites and still have a proper wife.”

      Wolfsan reached out to the rouged lips of his reflection. “Yes, we’ll have Annalise Gatherone soon, and she will never slip from our grasp again.”

      CHAPTER 6

      Annalise lay awake, listening to the sounds of him sleeping. The man was relentless. He’d queried her for hours. She answered most of his questions, but he still laid claim to her father’s ring, locking it away and slipping the key into the pocket of his buff-colored breeches. That ring was the only thing standing between her and Alice living a life of poverty. It would tear at her heart to sell it, but once again, she was out of options.

      Beyond being closer than sisters, Alice was also her responsibility. They were alone in this nightmare, and Anna would see they both came through it somehow. To do so, they needed money to begin their new lives in Port St. Maria.

      A desperate determination surged through her. Anna hung onto it with both hands. She would get her ring back and find her way to Alice--or die trying.

      Waiting, feigning sleep, she watched him work late into the night. He made a handsome picture in the yellowed glow of lantern light as he rolled up the wide sleeves of his shirt to work at his charts. Pulling his dark shining hair from its neat queue and resting with his long, booted legs upon the edge of his desk, he started to drink his brandy, and then settled in to sleep, at last.

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