Part Eleven
"Sheridan," Luis moaned. Blinking his eyes against the harsh light. His head felt like someone had used it as a bass drum. He squinted. His eyes traveling the length of the legs that stood before him. "You," he gasped. Clutching his head in agony. "What did you hit me with? You bastard," he hissed in disgust. "I didn't know you had it in you. Tell me, Jacques. Did you really hate your own wife that much? Or did she just get in the way to Sheridan?"
"Monsieur Lopez-Fitzgerald, you think you're clever, don't you?" Jacques smirked. "I have to admit," he continued. Pacing around the small, dirty room. "You're much smarter than I gave you credit for. Much smarter, indeed. But every dog has its day. Let's just say this is the end of yours," he laughed evilly. "Pierre! Bring her in."
Luis's heart stopped beating as this man, this Pierre, stepped into the room. Dragging Sheridan behind him. "You see, Monsieur," Jacques said. Stalking around Sheridan. "You are not as clever as you thought. You put your trust in this stupid woman here," he said. Grabbing Sheridan by the chin and forcing her to meet his eyes with her own. Sheridan's blue eyes shone with hatred for the despicable man in front of her.
Luis flinched when Jacques jerked Sheridan up against him unexpectedly. And brought his lips down roughly on hers. He pulled against the ropes that bound his hands. Outraged. Shocked at how much he wanted to kill the man in front of him. For laying a hand on Sheridan. Forcing himself on her. Sheridan whimpered when Jacques yanked her head back. His hands tangled in her hair.
Sheridan's eyes glittered with unshed tears. But she wouldn't give Jacques the satisfaction of seeing her cry. "Sherie," Jacques whispered. Tracing Sheridan's jawline with his finger. "Maybe we should have a little fun with you before we kill you. What do you think, Pierre?" Pierre didn't answer. Only leered at Sheridan suggestively as Jacques crushed his mouth to hers once more.
Luis shut his eyes tight. Unable to watch anymore. His dark eyes shot open, though, when he heard Jacques swear loudly. And a second later.a sickening crack as his hand connected with Sheridan's face. "I'll kill you!" he yelled. "I'll kill you if you touch her again!" he warned. Jacques shoved Sheridan toward Pierre and lunged for Luis. Jerking him up by the collar. "Is that a threat, Monsieur?"
"You're damn right it's a threat," Luis ground out between clenched teeth. "If you so much as touch a hair on her head, I'll tear you apart. Limb by limb." Jacques' eyes gleamed with madness as he taunted Luis. "You will, will you? Go ahead. I didn't think so, Monsieur. You can't do anything to help your Princess," he jeered. Luis's eyes locked with Sheridan's across the room at Jacques' words. And he felt his heart sink as he thought about how much time they had wasted.
"Don't underestimate, Monsieur Lopez-Fitzgerald," another masculine voice interrupted. His French accent heavy. "He is quite resourceful," the man said. Jacques immediately rose to his feet without a word. And Luis's dark eyes narrowed at the man in front of him. The mastermind behind this whole affair. The man who had a price on Sheridan's head. The man stared at him for a moment. A strange look in his eyes.
"Leave her," he ordered. Stalking out of the room. "Mademoiselle, you should be thankful," Pierre said as he untied the restraints on Sheridan's hands and shoved her forward. "Roger is not always so generous. He's giving you one more night. One more night to live." "In the morning, we will kill you," Jacques said menacingly. "Both of you," he called. Slamming the door shut behind him. It was not until they heard the lock click in place that the dam finally burst. And Sheridan cried.
"Sheridan," Luis moaned. Blinking his eyes against the harsh light. His head felt like someone had used it as a bass drum. He squinted. His eyes traveling the length of the legs that stood before him. "You," he gasped. Clutching his head in agony. "What did you hit me with? You bastard," he hissed in disgust. "I didn't know you had it in you. Tell me, Jacques. Did you really hate your own wife that much? Or did she just get in the way to Sheridan?"
"Monsieur Lopez-Fitzgerald, you think you're clever, don't you?" Jacques smirked. "I have to admit," he continued. Pacing around the small, dirty room. "You're much smarter than I gave you credit for. Much smarter, indeed. But every dog has its day. Let's just say this is the end of yours," he laughed evilly. "Pierre! Bring her in."
Luis's heart stopped beating as this man, this Pierre, stepped into the room. Dragging Sheridan behind him. "You see, Monsieur," Jacques said. Stalking around Sheridan. "You are not as clever as you thought. You put your trust in this stupid woman here," he said. Grabbing Sheridan by the chin and forcing her to meet his eyes with her own. Sheridan's blue eyes shone with hatred for the despicable man in front of her.
Luis flinched when Jacques jerked Sheridan up against him unexpectedly. And brought his lips down roughly on hers. He pulled against the ropes that bound his hands. Outraged. Shocked at how much he wanted to kill the man in front of him. For laying a hand on Sheridan. Forcing himself on her. Sheridan whimpered when Jacques yanked her head back. His hands tangled in her hair.
Sheridan's eyes glittered with unshed tears. But she wouldn't give Jacques the satisfaction of seeing her cry. "Sherie," Jacques whispered. Tracing Sheridan's jawline with his finger. "Maybe we should have a little fun with you before we kill you. What do you think, Pierre?" Pierre didn't answer. Only leered at Sheridan suggestively as Jacques crushed his mouth to hers once more.
Luis shut his eyes tight. Unable to watch anymore. His dark eyes shot open, though, when he heard Jacques swear loudly. And a second later.a sickening crack as his hand connected with Sheridan's face. "I'll kill you!" he yelled. "I'll kill you if you touch her again!" he warned. Jacques shoved Sheridan toward Pierre and lunged for Luis. Jerking him up by the collar. "Is that a threat, Monsieur?"
"You're damn right it's a threat," Luis ground out between clenched teeth. "If you so much as touch a hair on her head, I'll tear you apart. Limb by limb." Jacques' eyes gleamed with madness as he taunted Luis. "You will, will you? Go ahead. I didn't think so, Monsieur. You can't do anything to help your Princess," he jeered. Luis's eyes locked with Sheridan's across the room at Jacques' words. And he felt his heart sink as he thought about how much time they had wasted.
"Don't underestimate, Monsieur Lopez-Fitzgerald," another masculine voice interrupted. His French accent heavy. "He is quite resourceful," the man said. Jacques immediately rose to his feet without a word. And Luis's dark eyes narrowed at the man in front of him. The mastermind behind this whole affair. The man who had a price on Sheridan's head. The man stared at him for a moment. A strange look in his eyes.
"Leave her," he ordered. Stalking out of the room. "Mademoiselle, you should be thankful," Pierre said as he untied the restraints on Sheridan's hands and shoved her forward. "Roger is not always so generous. He's giving you one more night. One more night to live." "In the morning, we will kill you," Jacques said menacingly. "Both of you," he called. Slamming the door shut behind him. It was not until they heard the lock click in place that the dam finally burst. And Sheridan cried.
