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Frankie
FUCK ME! JUST when I thought we’d gotten away with it, this dirtbag had to step in and ruin everything.
Zol tensed beside me, his tail sticking straight up and quivering like a plucked string. Shit was about to go sideways, and the numbers weren’t in our favor. Something told me these guys wouldn’t let it be a one-on-one fight like the rules the mob followed.
No, these assholes would swarm us, and they’d blow our cover at the same time. The women weren’t safe yet. They wouldn’t get to the shuttle for at least another half hour.
This whole job couldn’t have been for nothing.
When I’d started it, it had been about proving myself. But seeing those women locked in cages had changed things. Now, getting them out beat everything else.
“Zol. It’s okay.”
The Zaarn merc leader’s eyes snapped to me, and his grin widened as he heard me speaking something clearlynotSjisji.
My lip curled. I really fucking hated this guy.
I slid the outer robe from my shoulders and draped it over a large metal bin standing against the alley wall. The silar silk was the nicest thing I’d ever worn, and I hated treating it like garbage.Just another thing to blame this asshole for.
The poncho-like middle robe slipped over my head, leaving only the inner robe that covered me from head to toe. I pulled it off, unfastened the light-weight wings, and set it all aside.
When I spun around, asshole gasped and said, “What is it? And why is it dressed like a Zaarn?”
My outfit matched Zol’s. Purple skin-tight short-shorts and a matching sports-bra top all covered in a getup of crisscrossing leather straps.
I also wore shit kickers and a holster with a single blaster. If these guys wanted to assume I couldn’t shoot, that was fine with me. Being underestimated always paid off.
Holding my arms wide, I spun in a slow circle, pretending to do it to give them a good look. Really, I was scoping out the alley. Just as I’d worried, the other assholes had come closer. We were outnumbered three to one.
Zol might have been one of the best fighters I’d ever seen, and I knew how to shoot and fight dirty, but living in dream land never got you nothing but trouble. If these guys were half as good as Zol, we were screwed. No matter how I ran the odds, it wouldn’t work. We needed a different way out of this, and it was up to me to find it.
When I faced the head asshole, I dropped my arms. “There. You were right. Whatcha want, a cookie?”
He frowned. “Is it trying to talk? The sounds are nonsense.”
“I’m no ‘it.’ I’m a person.” I suppressed a snort and hooked a thumb at my chest. He wouldn’t understand the English, but I still needed to say it.
“She is my soul’s breath,” Zol growled.
Gasps from behind me, and the leader said, “That’s not possible!”
Instead of replying, Zol let his tail snake over to me, careful to touch the triangular tip to my shorts-covered hip.
His kron started to vibrate, the buzz echoing between the plain metal walls of the alley. “There, see. She is my fated mate.”
Asshole narrowed his eyes. “Prove it. Put her into heat.”
Shock zipped through me. If Zol’s vibrating kron touched my bare skin, he’d start the mating heat. No matter how many times I came or how long the heat burned in my body, it wouldn’t stop until he knotted me. A little exhibitionism never hurt anybody, but damned if I wanted to get stuck together with Zol, unable to move, with these assholes around. We’d be far too vulnerable.
Zol growled, deep in his throat. “You know what it will do to her… to me. Are you really going to demand it?”
“Frek yes, I am,” asshole said. “I don’t know you. You could have painted your kron purple and put some kind of mechanical vibrator in it for all I know.”
Zol grunted and surged forward. “You frekking piece of shit!”
I leaped after him, latching onto his shoulder and digging in my heels. He was so much stronger than me it would never work if he didn’t want it to.
Zol immediately stopped moving forward, even though his entire body thrummed with pent-up rage. “Fated mates are sacred to the Goddess.” His hand chopped through the air. “I’d never fake the blessing of my soul’s breath.”
