Prince Bryan: Taken By A Trillionaire

by J. S. Scott

  “Shea?” he answered huskily. “What are you doing in Rubare Collina?”

  It’s him. It’s really him.

  Shea moved back instinctively, staring at the man who had changed her entire world five years ago…and who’d then left her without a thought or a backward glance. Well, she wasn’t certain if he’d looked back at her or not because she’d been sleeping, but she’d assumed he hadn’t turned around as he’d left. She’d never heard from him again, but he’d come in and out of her life during a very life-changing night.

  “Is that really where I am? Rubare Collina?” It was almost unfathomable that she had come this far without knowing. “Why?” After five years of silence, why was he here now? Why had he been bound and imprisoned with her? What the hell was going on?

  Bryan nodded sharply, still pulling against his restraints. “Release me,” he commanded. “I’ll explain.”

  She thought she heard him mumbling something about somebody named Simon and how he had said kidnapping a prince wasn’t a tradition. Or maybe she just hadn’t heard Bryan correctly because he was muttering angrily under his breath.

  Crossing her arms in front of her, she debated whether or not it was safer to leave him tied up. “I’m not sure that I should turn you loose.”

  “You’re afraid of me?” he asked in a raspy, insulted tone, his intense eyes boring into her.

  “Right now, I’m afraid of everyone,” she snapped back, rising to her feet so she felt more powerful than she really was right at the moment. “I’ve obviously been drugged, kidnapped and dragged halfway across the world if you’re telling the truth. I think it’s only logical to be a little wary.” She was more than just a little distrustful, but she didn’t want Bryan to know that she was nearly petrified right now.

  Bryan’s presence was both terrifying and comforting. She doubted that he was a murderer. If he was, she would be dead by now, their previous encounter in New York having given him more than enough time and opportunity to extinguish her life.

  She wrapped her arms around her waist in a protective gesture, shivering, probably from the after effects of whatever drug had been used to sedate her and the shock of the entire situation.

  “Let me loose, Shea,” Bryan cajoled softly. “If you let me go, I’ll tell you what happened. It’s not whatever you’re thinking, I can guarantee that. It’s stranger than anything you can imagine. Hell, it’s stranger than even I can comprehend, and I’m Rubarian.”

  The low, sultry persuasion in his panty-droppingly sexy, accented voice caused her to shudder as she looked into his sane-looking but still angry, hazel stare. Yeah, he looked ticked-off, but he didn’t look like he was ready to cause her physical harm. Unfortunately, he was dangerous to every female hormone in her body; his raven hair, chiseled features and enormous, muscular body were unchanged. He looked almost exactly the same as he had five years ago; like he looked in her dreams almost every night.

  “You’re Rubarian?” Shea had always wondered what nationality he’d been. She’d assumed he was Italian, but his accent wasn’t quite Italian, and definitely not completely French. It was combination of both, yet it was… unique. Bryan spoke English as well as she did, but his accent was unlike any she’d ever heard before. Regrettably, it was also incredibly hot, making him all the more irresistible, as she’d found out very well years ago. Every word that came out of his mouth sounded seductive, even if it wasn’t meant to be.

  He nodded, his stare unwavering as his eyes roamed over her. “What in the hell are you wearing?”

  “Work clothes,” she shot back at him, refusing to feel guilty because he had kidnapped her from the club. So what if he had to deal with her bimbo attire. What she wore for work was none of his damn business.

  “You work dressed like that?” he growled.

  “Yes. It’s a required uniform.” One that she despised, but wore only because she needed the money the cocktail server position provided.

  “Where?”

  “I’m a waitress at a private club.”

  “I thought you were going to be an attorney,” he rasped, his voice still angry.

  Shea cringed, trying not to remember what her dreams had been five years ago. Everything had changed, but she didn’t regret it. “Plans change,” she mumbled.

  “Let me go.” Bryan’s voice was rough, his tone demanding. “We’ve been intimate, Shea. You know I’m not going to hurt you.”

  “Tell me why I’m here?” she insisted. “Release me first.”

  “Explain first.” He was dangerous enough sprawled on the floor. She wasn’t sure she wanted to free him.

  “I don’t think I will tell you anything,” Bryan replied cagily. “I’ll lose my bargaining power.” He raised an arrogant brow in challenge.

  Screw it. I need to know what happened to Hayden. Now!

  Shea stomped to the kitchen and rummaged around for something to cut the bindings on his hands. She found a very large knife, and didn’t even bother looking further for scissors. Let him sweat while he wondered if she could wield the knife well enough not to lose him a few fingers. “I cut. You talk,” she said furiously, waving the knife as she kneeled beside him.

  “You have my word as a Demande,” he assured her earnestly, holding his bound hands out trustingly, without a hint of fear.

  Shea wasn’t sure how good his word was since she barely knew him, yet they had an unbreakable connection between them. She had to trust him. He was the only person here, and she needed his help.

  “I want to know where Hayden is being kept,” she snarled as she fitted the blade between his wrists and tugged upward. The knife was razor-sharp and the bindings severed instantly.

  Bryan tore the tape from his arms and let it drop to the floor before taking the knife from her and releasing his legs. “This is your first concern? This…Hayden? Who is he?” His eyes were dark and angry as he turned them back on Shea again.

  She bit her lip in indecision, not wanting Bryan to know exactly who Hayden was, but she needed his cooperation and assistance. She was helpless, a prisoner in a foreign country that she knew nothing about. If he was an honorable man, the truth would serve her best right now. If he wasn’t, it probably wouldn’t matter.

  Her concern for Hayden won her internal argument.

  “She,” Shea corrected him heatedly. “Hayden is a female, and she’s my daughter.”

  CHAPTER THREE

  SHE MIGHT AS well have slapped him. Hard. Shea had a daughter? A husband? He saw the fear in her eyes, concern for a child she loved. “She won’t be harmed. Where was she when they took you? With your husband?” he asked tersely, a bitter taste in his mouth just from thinking about Shea married and with a family now.

  She’s every bit as beautiful as she was five years ago.

  Bryan’s eyes roamed hungrily over her scantily-clad body before moving to her face, wanting to reach out and feel the silken tresses of that golden brown hair, a sensual experience that had driven him nearly insane with desire. He knew exactly how those glowing locks would feel sifting through his fingers as he tasted her plump, delectable lips.

  “I’m not married. Hayden was with her babysitter,” Shea replied flatly. “We need to find her. She’s not just my daughter, Bryan.” She hesitated before adding, “She’s your daughter, too.”

  Forget Shea slapping him…her last words had just gutted him completely. His daughter? It wasn’t possible. They’d only been together for one night. Granted, it was a night he’d never forgotten, and Shea had been an innocent, but the chances that she’d conceived on that night were slim. “How?” He was still so stunned he could barely get the word out of his mouth.

  “The usual way. We had sex. I got pregnant,” Shea answered drily. “Condoms do have a certain percentage of failures. I was one of them.”

  Rising to his feet, Bryan set the sharp knife carefully on the small table beside the door, turning to look at Shea. His heart was thundering against his chest wall, and he still couldn’t quit
e believe… “Are you sure it couldn’t have been someone else. Maybe right after we—”

  “I’ve never been with anybody except you. Look…I don’t have time for this discussion right now. I don’t want or need anything from you except your help right now. Our daughter is missing. And she is your daughter. I’m hoping that will mean something to you, that you’ll be more anxious to find her if you know she’s your blood.” Shea fumbled with the pocket of her short skirt and drew out a small item and handed it to Bryan impatiently. “She looks just like you. She went a few days beyond term, but she was born almost exactly four years and three months ago.”

  He stared down at the picture Shea had handed him, touched that she was the type of mother who carried a photo of her child everywhere. Bryan traced the lines of the angelic child’s face. Her dark hair, hazel eyes, even her facial bone structure was similar to his. There was no denying she was his child. “She has your smile,” Bryan muttered, still dazed, not quite able to take in that he and Shea had made this small individual in the picture, a lovely, tiny little girl created during their short time together. “She’s beautiful like you.”

  “Thank you,” Shea said hesitantly, reluctantly. “We need to find out what happened to her. The letter said she was safe—”

  “What letter?” Bryan asked, suddenly coming out of his fog. He had no doubt that this was his daughter. He knew Shea had been a virgin when he’d taken her for the first time, and the child looked undeniably like him. His protective instincts kicked in, his shock immediately put aside to worry about the security of his daughter. He watched as Shea walked over to the bar and picked up a piece of paper. He forced himself to focus and pushed aside his irritation that men in some private club were ogling her scantily clad body in the skimpy outfit she was wearing.

  I’ve never been with anybody but you.

  Could that honestly be true? Shea was a beautiful, smart woman, and if so, it definitely wasn’t because she had lacked the opportunity to be with other men. His hungry gaze devoured her, still unable to believe she was really here in Rubare Collina. Taking the note from her hand, he tore his eyes away from her reluctantly to read the contents of the letter.

  It wasn’t signed, but he had no doubt who had written it…or who had arranged both his and Shea’s kidnappings.

  “Damn it!” he exploded, wrinkling up the letter in a fit of rage after reading it. “What? Please tell me Hayden is okay. Please,” Shea begged, her eyes wide with fear.

  Bryan forced himself to calm down. Shea had been through enough, and he needed to calm her fears about their daughter. “She’s fine. You were actually kidnapped by my father and Simon, our royal advisor. So was I. I’m sure Hayden was brought over separately, but she’s with Moira, the royal nanny, and probably having a much better time than we are right now. As a princess of Rubare Collina, she’ll be heavily guarded, Shea. She is safe.” “A princess?” Shea asked, confused. “Are you trying to tell me that you’re really a prince, that I’m really in Rubare Collina, and I was kidnapped by the government here?”

  “More like a paranoid father,” Bryan grumbled. “And yes…I am Prince Bryan Demande, second son of our former king. My brother Xander’s now king and my father is His Royal Highness, Prince Francis now that Xander has taken the throne. As the letter mentioned, you’re my father’s…guest.”

  “I don’t understand,” Shea groaned, holding her hand to her head. “Do you drug, kidnap and lock up all your guests?”

  “Are you unwell?” Bryan asked with a frown.

  “I’m as well as a woman who has been drugged, kidnapped, taken half way across the world, and locked up can be,” she replied sarcastically.

  Bryan scowled, noticing for the first time the dark smudges under Shea’s eyes and the weary look on her face. He was fairly certain she probably had been drugged and was feeling the after effects of whatever they’d used to put her out. His fury directed toward Simon and his father heightened. How could they take an innocent woman and child from their home country? Hayden could be terrified. Shea didn’t look well, and just the thought of anyone doing anything as dangerous as drugging her made him irate.

  “I’m sorry.” He lifted her into his arms and strolled over to a comfortable, plush couch, the feel of her warm body pressing against him so familiar that he nearly groaned out loud. Instead, he deposited her gently on the soft, red material of the sofa and straightened reluctantly. Shea was average height for a woman, but she felt so slight, so much thinner than she had years ago, and he didn’t like it. Did she eat well? How had she managed to provide for both herself and their daughter when she’d still been a student when she’d gotten pregnant? “I’ll tell you everything shortly. Did you take anything for your headache?”

  “How did you know I have a headache?” She looked up at him curiously, and Bryan nearly drowned in her enormous gray eyes.

  “You were holding your head. How is your stomach?”

  “Upset,” she admitted. “I’m not sure if it’s stress or from the drugs.”

  “Dammit,” Bryan growled as he strode into the kitchen to get her something for her nausea. No doubt the place was stocked with everything imaginable except for anything that would help them escape. “They knew if they brought you here that I’d have to marry you.”

  By kidnapping Shea and bringing her here, his father and Simon could announce her as his chosen…an obvious choice since they’d already had a daughter together. How the hell had Simon known when he hadn’t even found out about Hayden? Bryan was burning with anger. Just the fact that his father had put Shea’s life in danger—not to mention his daughter’s—made him want to strike out at his own sire.

  “Excuse me? I’m not marrying you. I hardly know you,” Shea shot back at him.

  Bryan came back a few minutes later with a fresh glass of juice and some pills for her stomach. “You don’t have a choice now.” He lifted a brow at her arrogantly. “And we’re connected on a very intimate level, Shea.” She’d had his child for God’s sake. Bryan still couldn’t quite seem to process that fact.

  Shea glared at him as she downed the pills and juice he handed her. “I always have choices. I learned that the hard way.”

  “Not if you want to keep our daughter safe.” He heaved a sigh as he seated himself in the recliner across from her, completely unconcerned about sitting down on the expensive furniture, even though he was still dressed in his filthy work clothes. “We’re both trapped.”

  “What do you mean? Where are we?” Shea asked him anxiously. “We’re locked in a special tower palace guest room.”

  “We’re in the palace?” She sounded horrified. “And this is how you usually treat your guests?”

  Only the special ones who we don’t want put in bad accommodations, but who we need confined for a time for political reasons.

  “It’s a room we use for visitors who need to be…temporarily detained. We haven’t had much opportunity to use it for the last few centuries. I think my brothers and I spent more time here than any guests. If we were fighting, or had done something that merited punishment, we were confined here when we were young.” They’d made up quickly so they could have their freedom again. Usually a visit to the tower room had bonded them together again to work on getting freed as soon as possible.

  “Your father locked you and your brothers up?” Shea asked in a troubled voice.

  Bryan shrugged. “As you can see, it isn’t exactly a prison, and it wasn’t much of a hardship to be here. Our confinements didn’t generally last very long. Nanny Moira hated it when any of us were locked in the tower room, and she generally had us out within a few hours.”

  “Tell me why we’re here now,” she insisted urgently.

  “My guess is because my father wants us to agree to marry. He and Simon both know I can’t let you go now. The Arcano would kill any woman who spurned me.” He didn’t bother to add that he wouldn’t let her go anyway. Not when he knew she’d had his child, an offspring he hadn’t even
known about. He admitted to himself silently that his unwillingness to let her go wasn’t solely about his daughter.

  I have a daughter, a beautiful child who I don’t even know.

  He wasn’t letting Shea take his daughter anywhere, and Shea wasn’t leaving. He’d just found her again. Hayden would take her rightful place as a princess of Rubare Collina, and Shea would become his princess bride. Strangely, those thoughts pleased him enormously.

  “That doesn’t make sense to me.” Bryan proceeded to explain the antiquated customs of his country’s secret feudal society, the history, and the predicament they were in now. He watched Shea’s incredulous expression as he explained why they had to marry.

  “This…Arcano society would hurt me and my daughter if I refuse to marry you?” she asked, shaking her head as though she didn’t believe what he was saying.

  “Yes.” Bryan hadn’t sugarcoated the details of the danger she and Hayden were in right now. The only thing he’d held back was that she needed to declare her love for him and her loyalty to Rubare Collina in front of Xander, their father, Simon and a few other high-ranking officials to satisfy the Arcano now that there was no council. He’d find a way around that. Xander would swear that she had done the deed. Bryan was certain that his eldest brother knew nothing about what his father and Simon were doing right now.

  “That’s crazy. We spent one evening and one night together, a one night stand. You left me before I even woke up the next morning. I never saw you again.” Her voice was angry, but contained a hint of pain.

  Bryan frowned at her, wondering if she was still hurt because she assumed he’d never sought her out again. He knew he’d certainly been devastated when he’d found her gone. “I looked for you, Shea. I got an urgent message from my brother telling me to come home because my father was ill. He had pneumonia and was bedridden, but he eventually recovered. I came back to New York a little more than two months later, and you were gone.” He didn’t share how heartbroken he’d been when he’d found she was no longer attending classes in New York, nor had he been able to get any information on where she’d gone. “I didn’t even know your last name. I couldn’t trace where you’d gone.” He’d cursed himself many times in the last five years for not getting at least the smallest amount of information about her, but he’d left in a hurry because he was distracted, worried about his father.