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I will see what has tripped the perimeter alarm on Kim’s farm…and then I will take whatever action is necessary to dispose of the threat.
No one will harm my Kim. No one. The fact that they will even try means they are dead to me.
40
NASSAKTH
I park the air-sled a good distance from Kim’s farm and walk the rest of the way. When I get close enough to her land, I hunch low to the ground, use my datapad to turn off the perimeter bots, and find the intruder’s air-sled. I reach under the hood and rip out several cords, disabling the engine, and then hide amongst the stalks of noli, waiting in the darkness.
It does not take long for me to spy the culprit. The male is still here, and as I watch, he silently emerges from Kim’s house. It is the bounty hunter, Jamef, and the realization fills me with a cold rage.
He continues to threaten my Kim. For that, he will pay.
I wait for him to approach his sled. He has weapons at his waist, but his posture is loose and unconcerned. Jamef saunters towards his vehicle, then pauses and slowly scans the surrounding fields. “Activate heat sensors,” he murmurs, and I can hear his cybernetic eye whirring.
Kef me. My element of surprise is gone. I stand, allowing him to see my hulking form, and when his gaze focuses on me, there is not a hint of surprise. He does not reach for his weapons, the only sign of his distress the clench of his jaw.
“You are trespassing on my mate’s property,” I point out. “By Risdan law, I can kill you for threatening her holdings.”
“Your mate is hiding secrets. I have found trace DNA of Kolvir al’Naanti in her domicile. She has met with him in the past, and she is thus my best lead toward the answers I seek.”
I take a menacing step forward. “You will not go near her.”
Jamef continues to watch me with that cold, expressionless gaze. “I also know who you are. I’m certain a simple inquiry will show me if the bounties on your head have expired—”
With an angry growl, I spring toward him.
I use my superior weight to knock him to the ground, rolling both of our bodies in an attempt to gain leverage. The bounty hunter is a decent fighter, though, and manages to break every grapple I attempt on him. When I realize that I will not be able to pin him down, I grab the front of his vest and fling him into the air, immediately chasing after so I will be there when he lands. The mesakkah slides into the field of noli, and pollen clouds the air as he breaks stalk after stalk. I pounce upon him again, punching his face even as I use my heel to kick away any weapon he reaches for.
“I only wish to speak to your mate,” he grits out, trying to fling me off of him.
I dig my claws into his flesh, determined not to break my grip, and pound him into the ground. “You will not go anywhere near her—”
“If she’s innocent, what do you have to fear?” His cybernetic eye glares red, and I know he is recording our fight. I punch him right in the eye socket — once, twice, and a third time to ensure that his face swells up.
“She. Is. My. Mate.” I kick his belt free, his weapons scattering amongst the flowers. Pleased, I haul myself to my feet and keep my hands clenched on the bounty hunter. I raise him into the air and shake him hard. “You do not go near her—”
He reaches up, and I brace myself for a hit on the jaw. I can take many punches, and if he reaches for me, I can use his grip against him.
But I have forgotten all about the breather.
He rips it from my nose, flinging it into the field, and I snarl furiously even as the scent of noli floods my veins. Immediately, my cock stiffens and my skin prickles with heady awareness. “You keffing asshole,” I grit, flinging him away again and watching with far too much pleasure as he lands bonelessly at least four body lengths away. I want to go over and stomp on him until he bleeds. I want to tear him to shreds. I want to rip his keffing throat out—
But I cannot kill him yet. I need information about who keeps pushing him toward Kim.
And I need my keffing breather.
I try to keep an eye on the bounty hunter even as I search the flowers, looking for the small nasal clip that will save me from torture. I notice the bastard does not even try to fight me. He just sits up and puts his hands on his knees, watching me.
