Page 27 of Stolen By Her Alien Mate

“You are a seasoned warrior,” the Adjunct replies in my ear. “I am sure you’ll think of something.”

“Great. Thanks for the vote of confidence.”

Meanwhile, Jacks is yelling at me about lawyers and men’s clothing made of laws … I can barely follow his gibberish. But in my defense I only learned English yesterday.

Again, I throw him away from me. He lands on his back several strides away.

“You should leave while you can, Mr. Jacks.”

He doesn’t. Instead, he scrambles to his feet and faces off against me. He holds the tire iron over his head, but instead of waiting for me to come to him, he runs at me. I brace myself to grab it from him and wrestle him to the ground, but before he reaches me, a scream pierces the air.”

I freeze, turning toward the sound, and see Joey standing at the far end of the alley.

“What the fuck?” she yells.

The tire iron clips my shoulder and I feel the sharp edge bite through the fabric of my shirt and dig into my flesh.

I whirl back towards him. “That is enough.”

Instead of grabbing him, this time I grab the tire iron, wrenching it from his grasp and tossing it aside. Before he can recover from his surprise, I grab his forearm, twisting it sharply until he crumbles to the ground in front of me yowling in pain.

I hear Joey running up behind me. “Do the nerve thing! The pinchy thing!”

I plant my booted foot on Jacks’s back to keep him down as I turn to look at her. “You told me I could not do that to people.”

She waves her hands around in a gesture of wild frustration. “I meant you can’t do that to people who are annoying you! If someone is coming at you with a tire iron, then do that!”

“Ah. Okay.” Foot still on his back, I drop his arm, leaning over to apply pressure to his lynditsh nerve.

He instantly goes still.

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seven

JOEY

Holy shitballs!

Not only had creepy Brandon found out where I lived, but Kael was here too. And they had fought. Over me. I’m struggling to wrap my head around any of that.

My reality has never been men fighting to see who could have me. I mean, I’ve only been asked out, on actual dates, like twice. This is something else entirely.

Focus, Joey!

I survey the damage. Brandon is passed out cold, lying on the ground. Kael is wincing as he lifts his shirt and glances under his arm to a significant wound on his left flank.

“Shit, did he stab you?” I ask.

Kael looks up, frowns and shakes his head. “No, just exacerbated an old injury. Think he might have broken a rib or two though with that iron bar of his.” This time he lifts his shirt to reveal skin that is already bruising.

“Ouch, that looks very painful.”

He’s also got several small cuts all over his torso, arms and hands.

“Let’s get you upstairs, and I can clean off those wounds and see if you need to go to the hospital,” I say. I wrap my arm around his back and help him over to the steps that lead up to my apartment. “Can you manage to climb these?”

He looks down at me. “My Joey, I could carry you up these stairs on my back. These are minor injuries.”