Page 43 of Ruled By Their Desires

Six

Yeah, she wasn’t meant to hear that…..

And back tracked quickly away from the doorway, her anger at being left out of all the action dissipated at Marcus’ words.

Damn…

Turning she moved swiftly back down the corridor and headed for the food hall. At the next turn she jogged on. There was no way she was getting caught having heard that snippet of information. It made her feel weird. Thinking of Marcus screwing anyone had always made her feel sick and she struggled with the knowledge of him taking Sarah against her wishes but knowing that he’d done it thinking of fucking her, was worse somehow. Yes, it was him or them, and now Sarah wanted him because of it, but it still didn’t sit right. Never would.

It wasn’t that she wasn’t used to him having plenty of more than willing partners over the years, he did and she was. It was why she’d kept her distance not needing to see that show. Not actually wanting to see him at all, since she’d moved into the mountain worked for her and her family and quad knew that. Ten wonderful years trying to live in ignorance. She deliberately stayed out of his circle, her uncles knowing she didn’t want to bump into him and made sure she didn’t, but in an enclosed community, people talked. Women talked. And plenty were happy to talk about a night with Marcus. With any of the Cyborgs for that matter. It was like privacy no longer existed. Sure, they were fine male specimens. More than a human man but not everyone was interested in stacked and packed and few human men were as tall or as broad. And from what she’d heard and seen, they were seriously packing.

So it wasn’t that. Loading her plate with a kiss and nod to her mother, who got in several digs at her being less than the perfect daughter but glad she was back safe and sound, she refrained from rolling her eyes and found a table, enjoyed her first hot good food in nearly two weeks in peace, knowing if they needed her they’d come looking for her or the alarm would go.

The Cyborgs had done a lot of good planning in those early years after they’d found the base. Working on securing not only their own food supply but also, enough to feed the base when it was full. Some SC’s had knowledge of farming and knew what to look for. And on finding it, they’d started work on collecting seeds and produce as well as any animals still roaming free creating hidden farms, a lot of it underground, partially open through rock crevice’s and it provided most of their food. Animal and vegetable. Without it, they wouldn’t have survived in such large numbers and on seeing it, humans were happy to take it over. Food on tap was an unknown thing at that point for so many.

She picked at her food knowing Marcus was responsible for it all and spoiling it too. Thoughts of what he’d said and told her on their drive, kept buzzing around on the fridges of her mind as she ate the food he’d provided. So did what she’d just over heard him tell Sarah.

He was making her more than just nervous. Way out of her comfort zone.

She needed to get out of here, back to her post. Her routine. She’d walked away to go to the Free Human Alliance concerned by the intel they’d found about them being targeted by the KC’s. Now she was back and needed to get her shit together. Get back to what she knew. The more humans out there the better as far as she was concerned but they weren’t exactly friends. Not up to recently anyway. You’d think the enemy of my enemy would be enough. But nope. Working together had never been on the cards. Political differences back in the day, split any working partnership up.

A move she knew in her gut was a mistake but way before her time or that of her father or father’s father and beyond that. Both sides needed all the help they could get if they were going to win this thing and survive.

It was a belief that drove her. They needed to be better.

It hadn’t been until her nineteenth birthday that she’d got angry enough to dig her heels in and told her parents flat, she wanted to work in the field. Wanted to be a soldier. It was time. They’d been putting her off for three years and she’d had enough. She’d been training all her life and better than a lot of the humans in their teams and way past the time to put it into practice. They were good parents and

tried to convince her otherwise, but she wouldn’t have it. She’d always been stubborn and was sick of saying goodbye to her quad, she wanted to be with them. It was time.

She’d made her demands.

Send her out with her quad or she’d go and find her own missions. Not unsurprisingly they sent her out. And they rotated out like everyone else, scouting, security, hunting and on missions for the next eight nearly nine years. It was a good life. She was happy. It was simple. And fuck, did she want to get back to it. But first things first, she needed to check in with her Dad and find out if they’d succeeded in decoying the KC’s or were loading up for Bear, readying to fight and get a hold of one of those humans.

By the time she’d finished her food and cleaned up there was still no alarm.

She took that to be a good sign. Grabbing four food packs to go, her quad should be back about now, she headed to her father’s office. Rounding the corner seeing them up ahead she jogged on to her father’s office catching up, entering right behind them going straight over to the back of the room giving them all one-armed hug’s before handing over the food. She was pulled into the bodies of Spike and Comet who were leaning with their backs against the back wall and an arm from each pulling her back against them. Crash and Hawk sandwiched them in on either side with kisses to her temple.

She could feel Marcus’ eyes boring into her from next to her father who was in a conference call with the Director, Sarah sitting on the other side of him. The rest of her father’s management team around the table with them. They were in a heated discussion about the communicator and what it had almost done. She tuned out leaning back on her boys. Her head resting on Spike as Hawk’s head turned towards her.

“Thank you for the food. You okay little bit?”

She gave a nod. He kissed her forehead and went back to the conversation in the room. All four of them would have heard it all anyway.

From what she could hear, the KC’s had been led away. She breathed a sigh of relief. She’d been in time.

They’d been far enough out that they’d gone right by never knowing the base was here. The person leading them away would be gone weeks, months if possible, not to get caught activating the tracker in the same way Sarah had, before finally dumping it smashed into a ravine. They’d be searching that for months with a bit of luck. Sarah had been in the base a couple of weeks. Before that, she’d been on the move and had several two-night breaks showing up about the time they’d been near the base from the silo mission. The time could be explained as a stopover or training ground if it had been picked it up, or something going wrong or someone ill, and not the main base itself but, they would be back to check it at some point, so defences and diversions had to be upped.

It was a fucking mess, and her father was saying exactly that to the Director.

“Do you know who it is yet?” RW asked.

She could see the Director was angry and upset. “No but we’re narrowing it down. I’ve got men on all my people, eyes inside their houses and monitoring communications.”

“And someone checking those monitoring?”

The Director nodded. “Three layers.”

“Do you have a weapon Director?” her Dad asked.

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