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Sara wheezed when he suddenly grabbed her neck with a hand and squeezed. Worst decision of her life to marry this man, but he hadn’t shown his true colors until it was too late for her.
“You know,” he leaned in close to her ear, “I really think I ought to kill you this time. Make sure you honor those vows we took years ago.”
Sara blinked against the black dots growing in her vision. Right as she thought she’d black out, he released his grip on her throat and backed away.
Sucking in greedy breathes, Sara never even noticed him raise his hand. Pain exploded against the side of her face and her whole world went dark.
Chapter 10
Every warship Ak’kel owned was now hunting down the engine signature of the space pirate ship that’d attacked Sara’s. He felt certain if they didn’t have her, then they knew where she was. He’d even pulled the ships guarding his space stations and planets. Let Haldon take them over as the reigning mob boss. Ak’kel would take them back in time.
The most important thing to him, was getting his mate back.
If she only understood how much he valued her. Unfortunately for him, he had no good way of show a non-mated species the depth a Vrak’rir felt for their mate. What they wouldn’t do for their mate.
“How far out if the ship?” Ak’kel asked as he paced across the bridge, his hands held together behind his back, trying to keep himself collected so he didn’t start wrecking his ship with his bare hands to get out his frustration.
“Less than an hour.” Drax replied quickly, knowing how close Ak’kel was to losing his cool.
“Good.” Ak’kel growled. “I will be with the men getting geared up and ready. Be sure to disable their engines, and then we will surround and board their ship.”
As he entered the lift that would take him down, he felt the energy of the upcoming fight flood his veins. He knew his black eyes must be glowing with his inner fire. Anyone who got in his way would face his wrath.
The lift stopped, the doors opened, and Ak’kel quickly made his way through the level until he reached the armory. Many of his men were already inside putting on armor to help deflect plasma shots and checking their pistols. He walked overto his locker, pulled out his black armor pieces and began strapping them to his body. Next, he strapped on his plasma pistols and knives.
Once they were done, Ak’kel led the way over to the hatch that Drax would attach to the pirate ship. Their ship shuddered, and he spread his feet, allowing himself to move with the ship so he didn’t get tossed around.
Felt like the pirate ship was firing back at them, but in a few moments, the ship steadied and then Ak’kel and his men heard the hatch in front of them connect with the pirate ship.
Pulling on of his plasma pistols free, Ak’kel readied himself as one of his men stepped forward and pressed a button. The door opened, and Ak’kel stormed in, his gun at the ready, but they found the corridor empty. If the pirates were smart, they would have gathered in a defensive position.
Red lights lit the corridor, casting the metal walls in an eerie light. Ak’kel’s eyes took no time in adjusting to the low levels of light as he made his way into the pirate ship, his men behind and beside him.
“Have we downloaded the schematics of this ship?”
“We have.” A man confirmed.
“Where are the most likely places they’d hold someone?” Ak’kel asked as they rounded a corner. It was uncomfortably quiet inside the ship.
“Two doors down is the medical bay.” The same man informed him. “That could be a potential spot since she may have been hit by a plasma shot.”
Ak’kel didn’t need to hear more, moving like a well-oiled machine, they quickly made their way through the corridor. Stationing themselves around the medical bay door, they listened and then burst in, guns drawn and at the ready.
“Empty!” One of the men called out. The one-room medical bay yielded no results for them.
“Where is the next area on the ship they might keep a prisoner?” Ak’kel barked, his blood rushing in his ears as the thought of his mate in harm’s way sent him over the edge of sanity.
“The next best area, would be here,” the man beside him pointed to a room on a lit up map on his wrist device.
“Lead the way.” Ak’kel waved the man forward, who quickly took up the leading.
The group of heavily armed Vrak’rir followed, quickly and quietly making their way through the ship until they reached the next room.
“The crew must be sheltering somewhere.” Someone else muttered under their breath. “Cowards.”
“We will flush them out soon enough.” Ak’kel growled, “First, we find my mate and then we will blow this ship to dust.”
Staging outside the door, they found the room locked from the inside. Ak’kel smiled. Either they were hiding something, like his mate, or there were crew in there hoping the Vrak’rir wouldn’t blow the door down.
