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 A
Authors: Marla Therron
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down?”
The woman shook her head vehemently. “No!” she cried, “Just them! You’re different, D’Anil, I know you are!”
“No, I’m not. I’m worse , don’t you remember? The smugglers just do human trafficking. I’ve done that, plus a dozen more crimes.”
“I don’t care!” Jayne argued, “They don’t have to know that! I’ll tell them that you saved us, and that’s that. Come with me, come back to Earth, and you can start a whole new life there. No more crimes, no more answering to Alem, no more corruption. Your society is centuries behind where we are on Earth, and I know that you could make it there.” With me .
He laughed humorlessly. “Coming from the Justice Crusader?” he asked, almost taunting her, “Jayne, you bringing me and lying to everyone is corruption… There’s no place for me there.”
“There’s no place for you here .”
And then, a voice that disoriented them both. “She’s right, D’Anil!” he said, “If you’re not careful with these next few minutes, anyways.”
They both turned to look at who it was, both recognizing the figure. He wasn’t dressed in rich silks like before though. He was dressed in armor, ready for a fight. “Kani?” D’Anil asked.
It was the merchant from the auction house, his woman, Phreema, standing beside him. Even she was dressed in something more ready for the desert, in her own set of armor, and half a dozen men stood with them. Jayne recognized a couple of them, the man with the one white eye. Gromm , she remembered, and beside him, Captain Randleman .
“That’s my ship there!” the captain yelled, his hand wagging at it. Jayne looked back, hoping that Sophie would have the sense not to come out, that she could see what was happening. “Think you could run off with it, did ya?”
D’Anil left Jayne’s side, walking towards Kani. He wasn’t careful, distrusting in his walk. Jayne had picked up on the fact that they were old friends, but now she didn’t feel right about it. Why was a merchant here, out in the middle of the desert, at this military base? Why was he with these smugglers? As if reading her mind, D’Anil asked the same thing. “You’re Alem’s second choice?” he asked, sarcastically, “Couldn’t have me do the job, so he asks you?”
“Damn, you love to stroke your ego, don’t you?” Kani grinned. His hand went to his hip, drawing out a blade. It was dark, a deep black, made from the rocks of the cavern. The edge was crooked, but it looked sharp enough to cut someone open on first contact. “That’s not actually at all how this worked out.”
“We had a complaint about our merchandise,” Phreema said, a smirk on her pretty lips, “We have a 30-day guarantee, and a very important client of ours reported his purchase missing.”
Jayne frowned. Alem wasn’t the one running the show for the slave trade. He was merely someone benefitting from it, like most of the city was. “ You’re the ones running the trade?” she asked incredulously, mostly focusing on Phreema, “But… How could you condemn women to this life? You were a slave, yourself!”
“Yes, and see how far I got?” she sneered, “Slaves are a way of life on Imdali. It’s either going to be my fellow Drunae women abused, beaten, kidnapped, and taken from their homes… Or it’s going to be women from somewhere else. No matter what, it will always go on, you pathetic human. Kani and I just had the idea to save our own people from it and benefit from yours.”
“More Phreema’s idea than mine,” Kani smiled, his hand brushing down her arm affectionately, “But for obvious reasons, I’ve taken over as the figurehead.” He shook his head at D’Anil. “You didn’t think I made money off my little shop, did you? To afford to buy Phreema from Alem? To buy our house and afford our clothes?”
D’Anil frowned. “I always suspected you were up to something, but not something this stupid-“
“Stupid enough for you to
The woman shook her head vehemently. “No!” she cried, “Just them! You’re different, D’Anil, I know you are!”
“No, I’m not. I’m worse , don’t you remember? The smugglers just do human trafficking. I’ve done that, plus a dozen more crimes.”
“I don’t care!” Jayne argued, “They don’t have to know that! I’ll tell them that you saved us, and that’s that. Come with me, come back to Earth, and you can start a whole new life there. No more crimes, no more answering to Alem, no more corruption. Your society is centuries behind where we are on Earth, and I know that you could make it there.” With me .
He laughed humorlessly. “Coming from the Justice Crusader?” he asked, almost taunting her, “Jayne, you bringing me and lying to everyone is corruption… There’s no place for me there.”
“There’s no place for you here .”
And then, a voice that disoriented them both. “She’s right, D’Anil!” he said, “If you’re not careful with these next few minutes, anyways.”
They both turned to look at who it was, both recognizing the figure. He wasn’t dressed in rich silks like before though. He was dressed in armor, ready for a fight. “Kani?” D’Anil asked.
It was the merchant from the auction house, his woman, Phreema, standing beside him. Even she was dressed in something more ready for the desert, in her own set of armor, and half a dozen men stood with them. Jayne recognized a couple of them, the man with the one white eye. Gromm , she remembered, and beside him, Captain Randleman .
“That’s my ship there!” the captain yelled, his hand wagging at it. Jayne looked back, hoping that Sophie would have the sense not to come out, that she could see what was happening. “Think you could run off with it, did ya?”
D’Anil left Jayne’s side, walking towards Kani. He wasn’t careful, distrusting in his walk. Jayne had picked up on the fact that they were old friends, but now she didn’t feel right about it. Why was a merchant here, out in the middle of the desert, at this military base? Why was he with these smugglers? As if reading her mind, D’Anil asked the same thing. “You’re Alem’s second choice?” he asked, sarcastically, “Couldn’t have me do the job, so he asks you?”
“Damn, you love to stroke your ego, don’t you?” Kani grinned. His hand went to his hip, drawing out a blade. It was dark, a deep black, made from the rocks of the cavern. The edge was crooked, but it looked sharp enough to cut someone open on first contact. “That’s not actually at all how this worked out.”
“We had a complaint about our merchandise,” Phreema said, a smirk on her pretty lips, “We have a 30-day guarantee, and a very important client of ours reported his purchase missing.”
Jayne frowned. Alem wasn’t the one running the show for the slave trade. He was merely someone benefitting from it, like most of the city was. “ You’re the ones running the trade?” she asked incredulously, mostly focusing on Phreema, “But… How could you condemn women to this life? You were a slave, yourself!”
“Yes, and see how far I got?” she sneered, “Slaves are a way of life on Imdali. It’s either going to be my fellow Drunae women abused, beaten, kidnapped, and taken from their homes… Or it’s going to be women from somewhere else. No matter what, it will always go on, you pathetic human. Kani and I just had the idea to save our own people from it and benefit from yours.”
“More Phreema’s idea than mine,” Kani smiled, his hand brushing down her arm affectionately, “But for obvious reasons, I’ve taken over as the figurehead.” He shook his head at D’Anil. “You didn’t think I made money off my little shop, did you? To afford to buy Phreema from Alem? To buy our house and afford our clothes?”
D’Anil frowned. “I always suspected you were up to something, but not something this stupid-“
“Stupid enough for you to
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