Alien Romance: Stranded With The Alien Assassin: Scifi Alien Abduction Romance (Alien Romance, Alien Invasion Romance, BBW) (Celestial Mates Book 3) by Marla Therron Page B

agree to the job, no?” his friend asked, “You’re not the only one who can make money off of the sins of others, my brother.” He waved his blade in the direction of Jayne and the ship. “Hand them over. I’ll give you your money back, and you can carry on living like you’ve always done. Alone, in seclusion, in the shadows… Don’t make this hard on me.”
    “What will you do with them?” The brunette looked back at Jayne. She couldn’t read his face, but she hoped that he could read hers. She lied to him, yes, but he wouldn’t do this, would he?
    “Since when would that matter to you?” Phreema asked.
    Kani answered for him, putting a hand up to Phreema to ease her off of him. “Alem’s slave will go back to her home in the capitol building… The other,” his eyes passed over Jayne’s, “She’ll go to a new buyer. We’ve thought it over, and she’s much too risky of an influence on you. She’s already dragged you out here once, D’Anil, we can’t risk it again.”
    “I’ll take her for a night,” Captain Randleman grinned, “I don’t normally do earth girls, but I have a few things in mind for someone who wants to try and steal my ship.”
    Jayne shivered at the thought. Please don’t do this. Please don’t do this .
    Before anyone realized what happened, Captain Randleman was falling to the ground, a blade stuck in his head. Everyone looked around at one another before their eyes fell on D’Anil, his hand still in the air, frozen after throwing his blade. His eyes stayed on Kani. “No one’s touching her,” he said, “No one’s touching either of them.”
    Kani didn’t even look at his fallen employee, locked in the staring contest with D’Anil. “If you do this, I will have to kill you,” he warned, “Don’t make me do this.”
    “Will you let her go?”
    His friend shook his head. “I can’t do that either.”
    D’Anil shrugged, grabbing another blade from its holster, a longer one than the dagger used for Randleman. Jayne was stunned that he even had the first one. While he admitted to being a murderer, she never once saw weapons around the house, or even on him. When they stripped each other, she’d been too caught up in her lust to even pay attention, but they still felt like they came out of nowhere. “Then I guess we fight.”
    Jayne ran. She didn’t want to see him die, couldn’t. Not when it was for her that he was dying. He could have just let her go, but he was playing the hero instead. She had to return the favor. Jayne continued to run up, ignoring the yells of Phreema as she ordered the men to follow her. She couldn’t panic now. She had to focus. When they dragged her through the ship, Jayne had tried to remember each turn and each room to prepare for her escape. And it was coming in handy now.
    As soon as she entered the ship, she ran down the long hallway and turned a sharp right, then an immediate left and up the stairs. “Sophie!” Jayne screamed, just as she reached the bedrooms of the smugglers. “Hide!”
    She heard a scurrying in the cockpit, but Jayne couldn’t stop to help her. She searched under the mattresses and in the drawers of the rooms where the smugglers slept. They were small and cramped, which helped her work through them quickly. On her third try, she could hear the pounding of steps on the floor as they approached.
    “Two,” she murmured to herself, just as her fingers grasped onto something with a handle and a trigger. Yes , she grinned to herself. As a police officer, she’d had plenty of practice with shooting. Jayne backed against the wall, gun hugged tightly to her chest as the pair split up even more. With a cry, Jayne turned the corner and smacked as hard as she could with the handle. She felt his skull crack, his eyes widening in shock, one a pure white. Gromm .
    Jayne kicked him square in the chest. “Out of my way, bitch ,” she muttered to him, his body crumpling to the ground. The commotion was enough to draw