You Stole Me Heart

e room seemed to gravitate to him with his powerful aura. He looked at her and shrugged at his men. He turned around and glared at each one of them, they laughed briefly and then he turned his attention back to her. She did not realize how close he had gotten. He was now standing in front of the counter. With a smirk across his fa

, but I think you just made me

was emotionless, quick, rugged, and rough. Her instincts were screami

quickly backed away from the ma

n subduing any rough customers. There was no sign or sound from Jack or anyone else. Bored with her reaction, he retracted and moved a tavern stool where she was standing, sitting right in front of her. He rested his left elbow on the counter to su

leaning on the doorway. He was a couple of inches taller than his leader, but his features were less fearsome. His silver hair hung freely across his head as he stared at her, amused. He kept a clean face with only barely visible stubble. His aqua-colored eyes showed far more emotions than the empty pit she saw in the other man. This man was wearing a dark grey linen shirt with black trousers and black boots. He also had a red sash on his hips and was also seen as heavily armed. Her eyes shifted to the next couple of men, who were walking towards the brunette. Both are as tall as the leader and extremely fit. One of them had his long straight golden hair tied up into a low ponytail and the other one had wavy short golden hair. Both had their light blue eyes locked all over her with grins across their faces nodding in agreement with their leader. Since she could still feel the brunette's gaze staring at her intensely, she was unable to look closely at what they were wearing, but if her deductions were right, these men were pirates an

She screamed in shock as she noticed his figure on the floor near the doorway with blood soaking the woode

haired man was, hoping she could squeeze through him if she fought. As she made it past the leader, she was stopped by one of the golden-haired men. He glared at her and grabbed her upper arm, pulling her back and restraining her. At this point, Isolda was screaming for help as loudly

men to let her go. She heard the maid's elevated and alarmed voice. She was unsure of what to do. At the

ulled out a large cutlass sword and placed

ed to shoot a glance back at Gabrilla. The place was swarmed instantly as if there had been more men waiting quietly outside the establishment. They were emptying everything in the kitchen and the tavern. One of t

iled and whispered something in her ear, her eyes widened with fear, as if there had b