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Fated Mate Tamed
A Sci-Fi Mafia Romance
Draga
I’m not a violent man by nature, but I’m going to kill tonight.
My nature has nothing to do with the job at hand. Mynatureis that I’m a professional.
It’s thejobthat calls for killing.
And I’m damn good at doing my job.
With this particular job, however, I can’t deny that it’s personal. There’s no money on the line here.
I have to rescue my brother.
And if that means killing every single crew member on board the Imperial prison transport ship carrying him, then so be it. They made their choice when they signed up to join the Empire.
I don’t hate them. I don’t even know them. But they have to die.
They shouldn’t have fucked with theVostra.
My claws itch inside my fingers and I extend them, feeling power run through me as the sharp talons glint in the artificial light of the spaceship cabin. The thought of my brother tranquilized behind a force field makes me want to put my claws through someone’s face.
Maybe I am a violent man.
I retract my claws. Now is not the time for anger. Now is the time for discipline. I have a job to do.
Violent, butcontrolled. This isn’t about anger, it’s about necessity.
A voice crackles through the ship’s intercom: “Draga. We’re nearing the coordinates. We should arrive within minutes.”
I stand up in the captain’s cabin, pressing the button on the wall that activates the intercom response. “Good. I want everyone geared up and ready to go the moment we drop out of hyperspace.”
“Understood,” the voice crackles back.
Out the viewport to my left is an infinity of stars, each reduced to nothing more than a thin, glowing line as it streaks past. I turn to watch the display for just a moment. It’s something I’ve always found calming, ever since my first time on a spacecraft.
Then I hear the soft hum of the ship’s hyperspace engine preparing to disengage, and a second later the lines of stars congeal into individual orbs. They twinkle in the distance, providing the only texture in what is otherwise the vast, dark emptiness of space.
