Duke of Dishonor by Tammy Andresen (books for 9th graders .txt) 📕

solicitor and beg for Dishonor’s address. The man was as steadfast when it came to rules as a man could be, but she could try and persuade him. If she said she had funds that belonged to Dishonor…or a business lead as a partner in Carrington Shipping.

She smiled to herself. This…this was productive. This was good and clearly, she needed to spend more time in fresh air.

And she needed to apply herself to action rather than moping.

She started back for the house, intent upon going inside and writing a note to the solicitor. Surely one of her brothers-in-law would escort her to such a meeting.

But the sound of a breaking stick caught her attention and she froze.

Cocking her head to the side, she listened for another movement. Had it been a small animal? A bird? Still her heart sped up in her chest, a loud thrum filling her ears.

It had sounded…large.

She took a tentative step forward as she delicately lifted her skirts to keep them from dragging through dry leaves. Her toe lightly touched down and then took another small step, turning her head to the other side, to listen more carefully. If only her heart would stop beating so loudly.

There was a rustle behind her.

She turned just as a hand suddenly clamped over her mouth.

Emily tried to scream, but the gloved hand muffled any sound just as another arm clamped about her waist. She twisted, but the heavy arm dragged her against a thick body, trapping her arms against her own chest.

She tried to kick back, her head thrashing, but he was too strong, and he held her in place even as he moved toward the garden gate.

No. No. No. If he made it out with her…her heart beat at a wild rhythm.

She stuck out her foot, planting it against the brick pillar to keep them in the garden. A jarring ripple tore through her body.

The man behind her let out a curse as her elbow made contact with his stomach. She felt the moment he loosened his grip and she heaved herself out of his arms running toward the house.

But she hadn’t even made it a step before he grabbed her hair and pulled her back.

She howled in pain even as tears involuntarily pricked at her eyes and then she was trapped against him again. They were through the gate and down the alley before she’d even caught her breath enough to fight.

Where was he taking her?

He slipped down another alley, carrying her as she tried uselessly to squirm away.

He was strong and fast, and darkness was descending.

Dimly, she heard a carriage and then the beat of footsteps behind them. Were there more men?

What would they do to her?

She twisted again, trying to bite his hand but he held firm.

Street after street they darted through alleys, minutes passing as her body grew weak and tired. She tried to fight, to be strong, but his arms were like iron bands around her.

A tear slipped out of her eye. She was about to be lost.

Chapter Three

Brandon watched in horror from the carriage window as a large man slipped into the alley carrying a squirming bundle of skirts.

Emily.

He couldn’t be one hundred percent certain, but his gut told him it was so.

Regret slammed into him like an anvil to the chest. He’d made a mistake.

He flung open the carriage door, nearly tripping on Goldthwaite as he jumped from the moving carriage. His foot hit the ground awkwardly and he sprawled on the stone, cursing a blue streak, but he hauled himself up again and started at a sprint after the man who was carrying off his woman.

When had she become his? Was that even her?

He didn’t bother to ask any more questions as he pushed himself faster. He heard the carriage stop but he was already down one alley and onto the next. Damn, the man was fast for carrying another person, but then again, Brandon hadn’t actually slept or ate in days.

Still, he pressed faster, slowly gaining ground alley after alley, street after street. He didn’t hear any steps behind him though he was sure one of the other men had followed. Where was Goldthwaite, Menace, or Decadence?

It didn’t matter.

He was nearly upon them when he saw her go limp. Was she being suffocated?

Whatever the reason, energy pumped in his veins and with a final burst, he overtook them, crashing a fist onto the back of the man’s skull.

He stumbled forward, his arm loosening on the woman. That was the moment she came back to life and with a twist, wrenched from the attacker’s arms.

The large behemoth of a man turned to grab her. Brandon didn’t hesitate. Raising his fist again, he punched the man square between the eyes.

The larger fellow fell like a sack of bricks.

“You,” she gasped, and Brandon turned to see a pale Emily staring back at him.

Her hair was pulled out of its neat coif, her eyes were large and watery, and her arms wrapped about her waist. He’d never seen anything more beautiful. “Me.”

She took a tentative step toward him. “I think I’m going to faint.”

Her knees began to buckle, and in a second, he had his arms about her, lifting her into his embrace.

He heard a moan behind him and knew they only had moments before her kidnapper awoke. He had another choice: set her down and risk losing the fight and her…or letting this man go but getting Emily to safety.

For a split second he grappled. But then reason prevailed. He’d nearly lost her today, choosing his investigation over her safety. He shook his head. Such a fool.

He should have come yesterday, but he hadn’t. His gut turned as he started toward the entrance of the alley. They spilled onto a wide street and then an even wider, busier one, where he flagged a hack.

He didn’t stop to think of how he looked both in appearance and carrying an unconscious woman until the driver gruffly rejected him.

“Please,” he begged, hoping he sounded