After Mr. Ambrose left the house I stared blankly out the window thinking about nothing in particular but eventually my mind drifts off and when I come back to reality I notice that it is dark outside.

Why does Mr. Ambrose have a meeting at such a late hour? I also don't remember writing that in his planner.

At that second I chose to look out the window and I see something dart quickly out of the shadows and into another shadow. I thought I imagined it until I see another shadow run toward the first.

Laying immobile in my bed I can't move to look out the window and see what's out there and that frustrates me beyond belief.

Suddenly I hear something in the front of the house, or back since I don't know where the room is located at, and I couldn't help my body from freezing when I felt weight being pounded against the front door. I then hear voices.

"Eh quiet down someone might hear you!" A voice snarled. The banging against the door stopped abruptly.

"Sorry sir." A voice with a heavy accent whispered.

Although the banging against the door stopped I heard something else, like as if they were beating tools together. Than I realized.

They're trying to get in by picking the locks.

With that startling realization, my eyes frantically move around the room to search for something I could use as a weapon. My gaze fell on the silver scissors, that lay on my bedside table, that the physician seemed to forget.

My hand shot forward and gripped the handles hiding them behind my back.

If those bastards get in I'll kill them!

Pretending to sleep I lay back and close my eyes. Seconds later I hear the door pop open and footsteps started wandering around.

"Is that miser here" the man with the accent, whispered.

"No. I seen his chaise going down the road not so long ago. We must hurry before he comes back! Loot the rooms." Ah I see. They are burglars.

I heard them run up the stairs and start rummaging through stuff. My fists clenched in anger, how dare they!

Once they got what they wanted from upstairs they come downstairs and I wait in participation, their footsteps came to my door and they throw open the door.

As soon as they saw me sleeping there, they let out a gasp.

"Are my eyes deceiving me or is there an actual women in here?" The accented one asked in awe.

"I never seen Rikkard Ambrose with a women before so she must be a whore he is bedding with." I was appalled by what he said. Mr. Ambrose and I. Ha!

"Or she is his lover" the other said wickedly. "If we were to kidnap her Ambrose might pay a hefty amount for her."

"Sir, we do not know if she is though" I hear a slap.

"Think! If she is then we'll get a lot of money but if she is just a whore then we can kill her and nobody would notice."

"Yes sir."

"Okay, you see that cloth over there" I then heard a quiet yes "Grab it and put it in her mouth so she doesn't scream once you do that grab her arms and I'll grab her legs." Footsteps walked toward me and when I felt warmth near my elbow, I opened my eyes and launched myself forward, in protest of my side, with my scissors ready to stab. I felt my scissors plunge into something tough.

Oh I hope it is his heart

There was a shout "The she-devil stabbed me in the shoulder. Hold her down Harland."

Looking up I see a large man with a bigger beard then Karim approach me as if I was a wild animal.

I felt something wet at my side and I look down to see red at my side.

"You see that Harland" the skinnier man that I stabbed said "She is hurt." He then grins at his partner.

I push myself up so I'm leaning against the back of the bed.

"I might be hurt but I still have two hands which I can kill you with!" I say fiercely.

"Feisty isn't she, Harland?" nodding his head Harland starts coming closer.

"Indeed sir." He then gets even closer this time. That's when he strikes. He quickly grabs my arms and forces them down but the skinny guy isn't fast enough because I start kicking my legs and purposely kicked him between the legs.

He dropped to the floor and grabbed at whatever was down there.

"Hurt. Her. Harland." He barely groaned out.

Harland nods and punches me in my bleeding side.

Screaming I try to cradle my side but Harland's hands are holding me down.

The skinny guy, who I decided to call Slim, laughs.

"That's what you get." Slim then raises from the ground and puts his hands on my legs.

"Pick her up." Slim commands. They grip my legs and hands tightly and lift. "She is a heavy!"

"Hey! I'm not heavy I'm just generously proportioned." I protested.

They start moving toward the door and I start thrashing around trying to loosen their grip.

"Harland hit her again." I try to move away from his hand but he hits me harder. Letting out another scream my body goes limp and my sight then begins to sway. I don't feel like my charming self right now.

Harland raises his fist again but Slim stops him.

"Remember, don't break her."

They continue to carry me back to a rickety chaise. I choke back a laugh, even Mr. Ambrose's chaise is better than this.

When they start to stuff me in the chaise I start to struggle. I will not be women-napped.

When they succeed in stuffing me in the chaise I turn to look up and I see something go through Harland's chest. A sword to be specific.

Gurgling some words I see Harland's eyes roll back. His body drops like a bag of sand and behind him I see Mr. Ambrose's dark figure.

His eyes, oh his eyes! The ice in his eyes were quickly being melted by the fire that now burned in them.

Slim tried to run but Mr. Ambrose caught him by the back of his shoulder and pulled him back, driving his sword right through his stomach.

Slim started gurgling, just like Harland did, and his body stiffened and slowly he fell to the ground.

Mr. Ambrose raised his head and his eyes were still engulfed in flames.

"Do you need a hand Miss Linton?"

Not the longest chapter but it will suffice. I hope you liked the cliffhanger right there😏 So what did you think of Miss Linton fierceness in this chapter?

This is not edited so sorry for the mistakes!

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That-Seahawk-Chick