Page 5 of Rescued By the Alien Hit Man

“Obviously, not everyone in your life is as agreeable,” I said, sliding the tablet back into my pocket.

“Then what do we do?” she asked.

“First, we get out of here alive,” I said.

I offered Mia my hand, half hoping she would reject it. But she put her small trembling hand in mine, sending a bolt of arousal through my body. My mission had been to eliminate her,but now I would do anything to protect her. And so, for the first time since becoming a hit man, I would fail.

CHAPTER 3

MIA

Ifollowed Cikarius through the dense jungle, my heart pounding in my chest as we navigated the treacherous terrain. He moved with the grace and agility of a predator, blending seamlessly into the alien environment. Every so often, he would stop and motion for me to hide behind a tree or some other form of cover. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of gratitude towards him for saving me from those slavers, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to him than met the eye. Why was he just strolling through the jungle on Dufair? It was mostly scientists and their guards here, after all. Could I really trust him completely?

As we continued our journey, the eerie sounds of the jungle filled my ears–strange calls from unseen creatures echoing through the dense foliage, and the soft rustle of leaves suggesting hidden movement all around us. The air was thick with the scent of exotic flowers mingling with damp soil, while towering trees with bioluminescent leaves cast a surreal glow on everything they touched.

My mind raced with questions about why someone would hire slavers to capture me. Were they going to kill me, or simply abduct me? Thankfully, I never got to find out because Cikariushad intervened. At the thought of his muscular arms enveloping me, my body shivered with a sudden wetness in my core, and I wondered how rough he might be, if given the chance.

“Keep moving,” he said. His voice was low and commanding. I nodded, forcing myself to focus on staying alive and following his lead.

The sensation of danger was palpable, like a living, breathing entity surrounding us. Still, as we ventured deeper into the jungle, I couldn’t help but admire its beauty. The vibrant colors and unique flora were breathtaking, unlike anything I’d ever seen before. And somehow, Cikarius blended in seamlessly, as if he were a part of this alien world.

“Watch your step,” he warned, his glowing yellow eyes scanning our surroundings for any potential threats. I swallowed hard, my pulse quickening at the thought of what else might be lurking in the shadows.

We pressed on, determined to find shelter before nightfall. With each passing moment, my attraction to Cikarius intensified, despite my lingering reservations. I needed him to survive, but I couldn’t ignore the fire that burned within me, threatening to consume us both. Sensual thoughts of him ricocheted in my mind, and I needed to get my mind off how it would feel to have his hands roaming my body.

“Can I see the tablet again with the photo of me?” I asked, my voice barely audible above the cacophony of alien jungle sounds.

“Why?” he asked, his tone sharp and direct. “Someone wanted you dead or captured. Why do you need to see the photo again?”

“I just… I just do,” I said, hesitant but adamant.

With a sigh, Cikarius pulled out the tablet and handed it to me. As our fingers touched, a sizzle went through me like an electric shock, leaving me breathless and craving more of his touch. So much for getting those thoughts out of my mind.

I examined the image, a snapshot of my life before this chaos began. It was taken right after I had made a breakthrough in my research project. The discovery had been so significant that Amund and I had come to Dufair to gather more specimens for testing. The timing couldn’t be a coincidence. Someone, somewhere, wanted me silenced.

“Could this have something to do with someone hiring slavers to capture me?” I asked, the thought chilling me to the bone.

Cikarius gave me a doubtful look, but there was something in his eyes–a flicker of calculation, as if he were piecing together some hidden puzzle. “What are you thinking?” I asked.

“Nothing,” he said, too quickly. “We need to keep moving.”

It wasn’t nothing, but I nodded. If we got through this, I would press him for more details later.

As we continued deeper into the jungle, the sense of danger around us grew stronger, the shadows darker and more menacing. But Cikarius never faltered, leading us through the treacherous terrain with the skill and precision of a predator.

As we continued our journey, I couldn’t help but marvel at how easily Cikarius navigated the dense foliage. He moved with a grace and precision that belied his formidable strength, as if he were an extension of the jungle itself. And though I had seen others of his kind on Alfataken Station, everyone gave them a wide berth–a fact that only added to the mystery and danger surrounding him. Rumors floated in the air, through the ducts on the station, that those like Cikarius were hired killers.

As we moved deeper into the jungle, my foot caught on a tangled mass of foliage. I stumbled forward, but before I could hit the ground, Cikarius’s powerful arms were around me, holding me securely against his firm body. Warmth seeped into every part of me that was in contact with him, and my knees went weak.

Heat pooled between my legs as his nose flared, and he stared down at me intently. His mouth was so close to mine that I could feel his breath on my lips. “Be careful,” he warned, righting me before taking a step back. “We need to hurry.”

“Where are we going?” I asked, my voice trembling slightly from the proximity of our bodies.

“We need to find shelter,” he said, his eyes scanning our surroundings. “See if we can stay off the slavers’ radar.” He raked his gaze over me, making me shiver. “I don’t suppose you have anything in that equipment you made us bring along that is more appropriate to wear?”

Though I had a jacket in the backpack, I shook my head. If my appearance unnerved him even a little, I’d take that advantage. “No,” I lied, hoping he wouldn’t press further.

He nodded curtly and turned, continuing to lead the way through the dense undergrowth. We pressed on, the ever-present sounds of the jungle keeping us on edge. I was grateful for Cikarius’s presence, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that I should be wary, yet I found myself irresistibly drawn to him, longing to know more about the man beneath the stoic façade.

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