Caleb moved closer and pressed the gun to the small swell of her belly. Amelia immediately fell silent, frozen with crippling fear. If Caleb were to shoot― no, if he were to even hit her, the baby would be in trouble.
"I see you understand what's at stake," Caleb said. "Now let's move, before your little band of warriors catch up. Bring her to the boat."
"What do we do with the man?" one of the thugs asked, kicking Michael Kentwood in the leg. Her father groaned in pain.
"Let him go!" Amelia cried out. "It's me you want, not him! I'll go with you, so let him go!"
"Very true. Such an old man deserves freedom after all this trouble," Caleb said with a nod before addressing his hire. "Toss him over the pier and let him swim with the sharks."
"No Caleb, you can't― Dad! Dad!" Amelia screamed helplessly as two men grabbed her listless father by his arms, hauling him away. "Caleb, stop this!"
