He was not wrong. Drakdak Trach was one of the most powerful members of the Silver Scions. He never left his depraved home under Omega Dome. Too many formidable people wanted him dead. Which was why it had taken so long to set the trap, to bait him out, into the open. I had been waiting eight years to tear his limbs from his body. I would cut off his cock and shove it down his throat. I would?—
“He wants Mikos dead. Needs to make an example of him. Trust me, heison his way to Rogue 5.” Shade tilted his head and glared at Ruk, unblinking. Apparently, the Siren Legion male had zero survival instinct.
Ruk released me, slowly. “Who allowed you to walk free on this ship?”
“Sebastion Arcas is not an unreasonable male. Besides,” Shade shrugged, “I’m not armed.” He laughed like he didn’t care whether he lived or died. “Decide, Mikos. The plan changed. So be it. I’d rather not kill you, but I do need that bounty. So, areyou going to trust me, or not?” The blinking light under his skin changed color from pale white to a dark red. Shade lifted one hand to tap the tracking device and met my gaze. “We’re out of time.”
Breanna
“Why doI need to wear this armor?” I pulled the mottled green and black armor on and tried not to stare at Mikos, who had donned his armor while I slept. The material felt oddly familiar, nearly identical to Coalition Fleet armor, just a slightly different color.
Except for the dark green band of color circling my biceps, declaring me part of Astra Legion. Which I wasn’t. Wearing Astra colors made me feel like I was just tormenting myself with something I wanted but could never have.
“The Coalition has no power here. Wearing my colors will give you the protection of my Legion.”
“Okay.” The twisted part of me thatwantedto be possessed by him, loved the fact that I would be wearinghis colors,even if it was a lie.
I tugged the armor on and tried not to stare at my man. But hot damn. Mikos’s armor hugged every bulge and dip of his muscles. The strange material adjusted its surface hue to display marks on the skin, specifically every scar on his impressive body. There were a lot of marks across his chest and shoulders, on his thighs. I licked my lips, eager to see what his back looked like in the magical, color-shifting armor. It was almost like the scars were badges of honor, purposely put on display.
I had a few scars myself and my pussy flooded with heat as Mikos’s gaze lingered on each and every one, his cock growing hard and clearly visible under the form hugging armored pants. He looked like he wanted to kiss every inch of my skin. I wanted that, too. Which was a relief. When I’d gone into the ReGen pod, I wasn’t sure how I’d feel coming out. I didn’t feel good, exactly, and I had a strange ache under my one breast, like I’d been kicked in the ribs, but my insides weren’t on fire. I’d take the win.
Armor on, Mikos handed me two ion pistols and a matching set of knives.
“Thank you.” I felt better as I strapped them into the holsters on my thighs. I had no idea what to expect on the infamous moon base, but I did know Coalition rules didn’t apply. This was like the Wild West of outer space. No laws. No rules. The only thing that mattered on Rogue 5 was power.
I slid my feet into the boots, surprised when Mikos knelt to fasten the buckles. When he finished, I expected him to stand. Instead, he remained on one knee and lifted his face to look at me. He was so tall, his face was even with my chest.
Unable to resist, I reached out and buried my fingers in his hair. I needed to touch him, feel him.
A pit opened in my stomach and my hands trembled. This was it. This was good-bye. We’d walk off this ship, I’d get the antidote, and that would be the end of this fantasy I’d been living the last few days. I would go back to Battleship Karter, and Mikos would go on with his life, doing whatever it was he did. “Thank you for everything, Mikos. I—I don’t know what to say.”
His eyes drifted closed and he leaned into my touch. “Do not, female. Do not thank me. I lied to you.”
“What?” My hands froze. “Lied? About what?” I tried to take a step back, but Mikos caught me by the wrists and refused tolet me go. His normally pale grey eyes, when they opened, were dark with regret. Pain. “I don’t understand.”
“Forgive me.”
I was about to scream at him, demand he tell me what the hell he was talking about, when the door slid open. Ruk and Shade walked in. Shade was holding a pair of restraints big enough to hold an Atlan beast. He stopped a few paces from Mikos. “Let’s go.”
Rising like a man heading for the gallows, Mikos stood. He stared down at me for long seconds, then cupped my face with his hands, leaned down and kissed me.
His lips moved slowly, gently, like I was as delicate as the petals of a flower. He’d never kissed me like this.
“What is happening?”
He stepped away and Shade moved between us to slam the restraints onto Mikos’s forearms. The giant metal cuffs completely enclosed him from elbow to fingertips. I’d never seen anything like them.
Anger rose in my mind like a red cloud. I pulled both ion pistols free and pointed them at Shade’s head. Point blank range. I wouldn’t miss. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? Let him go.”
13
Breanna
“Put your weapons away, little human.”Shade’s gaze locked with mine as he gave the order. I considered my options. I could shoot him, but I had no idea what the rest of the guys would do if I did. I thought Ruk and the Atlans were on my side, and therefore, by default, on Mikos’s side as well. What if I was wrong?
I’d been wrong once before, horribly wrong, and it cost Robbie his life.
“Someone better tell me what the hell is going on.” I lowered the ion pistols but didn’t put them away.
