Page 3 of Loved By the Alien King
Cuffs snapped around me and my communicator, effectively shutting down Axxel’s threats.
He would not take this lightly. In fact, he was probably bursting Nera’s crew’s eardrums even while locked in her ship’s brig.
Maybe they’d let me keep my communicator. Ah, no, never mind. They removed it right after relieving me of my machete and the Space Fleet handkerchief I’d used as a homemade scabbard.
“Where did you get this?” the one behind me asked, waving the handkerchief in front of my face. “From one of your victims?”
“No. I only kill those who intend to kill me…” Maybe I could use this as a way to collect information about what the hell was happening on this planet. “Ever heard of Emjay? Blue skin? Mirrored eyes? Likes to attack over icicle port and steamed pearl pickles? I think she works for Earth Space Fleet.”
The redhead shrugged. “We’re just soldiers, man.”
“Not like we’d tell you shit anyway.” Roughly, the one behind me shoved me down the steps and out the sliding back door of the beach house.
“It is odd though, right?” I asked. “Space Fleet doesn’t hire assassins.”
“How do you know what we do and don’t do?” the redhead asked, taking the place to my right while the other, taller one moved in close on my left.
“Everyone’s an assassin to the Faid,” he said. “If you guys could’ve just stayed subservient little androids, we wouldn’t be here.”
It hadn’t been all the Faid that had started slaughtering people though. Just Rain. One time. And that had been enough to spark the paranoia and terror to start this war against all Faid.
The two soldiers led me around the swimming pool and through the back gate. Surprisingly, we weren’t headed toward the jungle but toward the crew’s beach house. Maybe Umo,Alien Love Island’s producer, would be there to slap them with NDAs and contracts to trick them onto the show.
Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised.
But no, they stopped us in between the two beach houses where they cleared away a patch of sand exactly like Nera had done when she’d gone in search of Lieutenant Avery. With the hatch to their headquarters now cleared, one soldier undid my cuffs while the redhead lifted his gun and pointed it directly at my head.
“Unless you can climb down without a head, I suggest you behave.”
I narrowed my eyes at the threat. “Noted.”
The three of us climbed down into the bunker, with me behaving myself, but just barely. Nera’s ex-husband was down here. Last time she saw him, he’d made her bleed from her cheek. A line of crimson that had cut too deep. The thought of it set my teeth on edge and burned a volatile rage through my veins.
She also once said that he blamed her for their daughter’s death.
What a useless, pathetic excuse for a man.
Any man who hurt a woman was filth. Any man who hurt my Nera deserved punishment of the worst and most painful kind.
I didn’t know what he looked like. I didn’t even know his name. But once inside the bunker, after the two soldiers once again cuffed my wrists, they led me through a crowded network of hallways filled with humans. I memorized each face, especially the males, to see which poor dolt thought he was good enough for someone like Nera.
All of this I did while ducking under steel beams that marked the ceiling at every intersection. Humans were such tiny creatures.
We drew a lot of strange looks and even stranger whispers from Earth Space Fleet.
“Um, isn’t that the Xenoxx king?”
“Nah, too scaly.”
“No, that’s my future sugar daddy. He looked at me, and now I’m pregnant.”
Humans were also suchoddcreatures.
The two soldiers threw me inside a room with an overturned desk and a number of different holographic maps attached to the walls.
“Someone will come see you when they feel like it,” one of them said.
The other closed and locked the door behind them with a soft click. This was hardly an indestructible fortress for a Xenoxx warrior. If it weren’t for my curiosity about this place and the maps beckoning me closer, I could probably be out of here in two minutes flat.
