Hagen, Lynn and Glenn, Stormy - End of the Line [Lady Blue Crew 1] (Siren Publishing Classic ManLove)

Lady Blue Crew 1

End of the Line

Giovanni Gallardo is on the run. With only a knapsack in his

hands, he boards a ship to get as far away from earth as he

possibly can. When he arrives at End of the Line, things go south

fast.

Remy Vystal is the commander of the Lady Blue. Kicked out of the

Elite Force for something they didn't do, Remy and his crew travel

the galaxy taking on missions to survive.

When a stowaway is discovered aboard, the fun has only just

begun. Remy has found his mate in the little human, but Gigi is

more than the crew is used to handling.

When they discover Gigi’s secret, the crew must fight to keep Gigi

alive. Keeping Gigi safe from a replicator that’s possessed may be

easier than keeping him safe from the one man who has called a

bounty on all of their heads.

Genre: Alternative (M/M or F/F), Science Fiction, Shape-shifter
Length: 41,021 words

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Lady Blue Crew 1

Lynn Hagen and Stormy Glenn

EROTIC ROMANCE

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Lady Blue Crew 1

LYNN HAGEN AND STORMY GLENN

Chapter 1

The End of the Line…Giovanni Gallardo shook his head. When

they said “end of the line,” they weren’t kidding, he thought as he
watched out the porthole. The ship he rode on was docking at a
spaceport of a backwater planet. He was at the end of the line for sure.
He was practically at the end of the universe.

Spaceships didn’t even fly beyond this point, not unless the pilot

was totally loco. Giovanni wasn’t a pilot, but he also wasn’t so sure
he wasn’t loco either. He had to be out of his mind to come to the
edge of the known universe in the hopes of starting a new life away
from Earth.

And who in the hell named someplace The End of the Line? What

kind of name was that for a city? Granted, it wasn’t a large city, and it
was kind of creepy, but still. Who came up with this shit?

Of all of the places he could have picked to settle in he had to

choose this one? Yep, he was definitely loco. But desperate times
called for desperate measures. No one back on Earth would ever think
to look for him here—he hoped.

Blending in with the local population was Giovanni’s best hope of

not being discovered, but as he watched the inhabitants of the planet
scurry around the spaceport, he was having his doubts. He’d never

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even seen some of the alien species walking around, much less heard
them described.

Giovanni had hoped to travel as far from Earth and his former

owner as he could possibly get. He had thought coming to this planet
would do the trick. But he was seriously beginning to rethink that
plan. There was no one here to help him, not that there was back on
Earth either. But this place went so far beyond bizarre, even he
seemed to stand out.

Men with blue skin and antennas drank foaming green liquid at

what seemed to be an outdoor bar. Standing next to them was a
person with a flat head. Giovanni blinked. The guy, at least he
assumed it was a guy, literally had a flat head. He could have carried
a drink on it and not spilled a drop.

Giovanni’s eyes were rounded with shock as he disembarked from

the spaceship. He clutched his small bag tightly to his side as he
stared with wide eyes at everything he passed. This was definitely not
Earth.

Aliens were segregated back on Earth. They did not mix with the

general population. They were only allowed inside the red zones.
Giovanni had seen a few, mostly on the vid-screen and in magazines.
He’d never really seen one in person. He was astonished at the
variety.

“Hey, watch it!” someone snapped when Giovanni walked into

him.

“Sorry.” Giovanni quickly backpedaled, fear spiking through him.

He needed to watch where he was going. Giovanni wasn’t sure what
the aliens’ customs were, never having known a single alien in his
life. Could bumping into someone be considered a deadly offense?

He stiffened and clutched his bag tighter to his side when the

thing snorted and blue smoke blew out his…snout? Giovanni was
rethinking that whole escape from Earth and you’ll be safe plan he’d
come up with. He just might have stepped out of the frying pan and
taken a nose dive right into the roaring fire.

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People were starting to turn and watch him. Giovanni felt like a

bug under glass. He wanted to blend in. He felt like he stood out like a
sore thumb. He tightened his grip on his bag and lowered his head as
he made a hasty retreat and tried to find some dark hole to hide in.

As much as he had hoped he’d be able to hide on this planet, if too

many people saw him, word would get back to Drake. Once that
happened, even hiding at the edge of the known universe wouldn’t
save him.

Giovanni found a small hiding place between two large crates

against the back wall on the loading dock. He squeezed his small
body in between them, for once thankful that Drake barely fed him.
Hardly anyone would be able to get to him where he was hiding.

The space was tight, but it hid him from prying eyes. If he could

just stay hidden for a while then he could work out the rest of his
plan. Right now, he had none. His only thought had been escaping.
Beyond that, he didn’t have a clue.

Giovanni knew he’d need a job or some way to support himself.

Being a sex slave to the biggest boss in New Chicago wasn’t exactly
something to put on a resume. Well, not unless he planned to peddle
his ass on the streets, and Giovanni was really hoping to avoid that.
He’d had enough of being used and abused and never being able to
say no. He wanted to try something different—like free will.

Giovanni clutched his bag tightly to his chest and hunkered down

between the two wooden crates. For now, this seemed like the safest
place to be. Besides, he’d had a long trip. Being on a spaceship filled
with other people didn’t exactly make him comfortable. Giovanni
couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept, and he was exhausted.
Maybe, for just a few minutes, he could get a little rest.

He’d decide what to do with the rest of his life once he got a little

shut-eye. With that thought in mind, Giovanni closed his eyes and
leaned his head back against the side of the crate. Maybe when he
woke up things would look a little better because, so far, the End of
the Line was looking almost as bad as Earth.

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Giovanni came awake with a jerk. His eyes widened as he peered

around, unsure of where he was for a moment. As his eyes adjusted to
the darkness, he remembered where he was. He just couldn’t figure
out what had woken him.

Giovanni crawled to the edge of the crates and peeked around the

edge. The loading dock seemed deserted. The outside bar that had
previously been filled with patrons was closed. Large metal cage-like
doors had been pulled down over the entrance, and not a single light
shined from inside.

The dock was also absent of people…and other alien life-forms.

The lights were dim,  giving the entire dock an eerie feeling. It was
also quiet. Giovanni usually liked quiet, but this was too quiet. There
was a heaviness in the air, an almost expectant feeling like something
was about to happen. Whatever  was about to happen was so intense,
Giovanni could feel it in his bones.

His gut instinct was to run far and run fast. He just didn’t know

which direction to run. He eyed the large doors at the far side of the
loading dock and wondered if he could get to them before being
spotted. Because he knew he’d be spotted. He didn’t have the kind of
luck that would let him get away unseen. He just didn’t know who
would be looking.

It wasn’t like the loading dock was being patrolled. From what he

understood, there was no law on this planet. It was one of the main
points in why he had come here. He couldn’t be arrested for anything,
not even escaping Drake. Back on Earth, he was Drake’s property.
Anyone that caught him would return him right back to the man.
Here, no one knew Drake. Giovanni grimaced. He hoped no one knew
Drake.

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Giovanni had just about decided to make a run for the doors at the

other side of the loading dock when he heard footsteps. He quickly
scooted back between the two crates and hoped he wouldn’t be seen.

Fear spiked through his body when four extremely large men

walked into view. Giovanni wasn’t sure he had ever seen men so big.
And he was assuming they were men. They looked like men, at least.
Being where he was, Giovanni wasn’t going to assume a damn thing.

Their facial features were that of humans, but there was something

about them that just told Giovanni he might be mistaken. Their
manner of dress was the first thing he noticed that was different. Not
many people back on Earth wore all black. Earthlings tended to wear
brighter colors if they wanted to be seen. These men obviously
wanted to blend into their background.

Giovanni instantly knew why when two of the men paired off and

went to hide behind some other crates, their guns drawn. A moment
later, three men walked forward from the other side of the loading
dock. These men looked a little more like Earth people. Well, at least
one of them did. And he dressed just like Drake—all fancy like.

Giovanni hated him on sight.
He didn’t know what was going on between the members of the

small group, but he wanted no part of it. Giovanni started scanning his
immediate area for an escape route. There was a small sliver of a
passageway on the far side of one of the crates. He was small, but he
wasn’t even sure he would fit through the tiny opening.

When he heard shouting start, Giovanni knew he had to at least

try. Whatever was going on had just hit the fan. He quickly peeked
around the corner again just in time to see a small black box one of
the men was holding fly through the air, hit the floor, and skid across
the floor to land just inches from his position.

That was when the fun really began. The two men that were in

hiding stepped from their positions and started shooting. Everyone
else dove for cover as phaser shots filled the air. Giovanni wasn’t
stupid. It was time to go.

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One of Giovanni’s biggest downfalls was his incurable curiosity.

It had gotten him in trouble more than once. It didn’t help him out a
bit when his eyes fell on the small black box sitting on the floor just
inches from his hiding spot. He couldn’t stand not knowing what was
inside the shiny little black box. His fingers were itching to grab it
and peek inside.

Giovanni quickly checked to make sure no one was watching.

When he was assured that they were all too caught up in shooting
each other, he inched forward and grabbed the box before scurrying
back between the two large crates.

He shoved the box into his bag for later then headed for the small

opening between the crate and the wall. Giovanni had to hold his bag
away from his body and hold his breath as he shimmied between the
crates, but with a little maneuvering and a lot of wishful thinking, he
finally slipped through.

Giovanni found himself in no better position than he had been

before. He was still hiding behind a large crate. Only this time there
was no other crate to shield him on the other side. It was just an open
loading dock with nothing low to the ground that he could hide
behind.

And an open ramp leading up to a ship.
Giovanni blinked at the open ramp then peered around the side of

the crate. He looked at the open ramp again then around the side of
the crate. The retractable ramp obviously led to a ship. Even Giovanni
knew that. It probably wasn’t his best option.

Getting his ass shot up didn’t seem like the way to go either, and

the fighting was drawing closer. Giovanni gasped when a stray phaser
blast landed just inches from his head. That decided it for him. He
grabbed his bag tight to his chest and ran to the open retractable ramp,
diving inside.

He rolled to a stop as he hit a metal bulkhead. Giovanni quickly

climbed to his feet and ran down the long corridor and up some stairs.

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He had no idea where he was going, but it was away from the
shooting. That seemed like a huge plus in his book.

Now he just needed to find a place to hide until the fighting

stopped and he could escape. Giovanni frantically scanned each room
he came to for a hiding place. Anything would do at this point.

When he heard footsteps coming toward him, Giovanni ran into

the first room he came to. It looked like someone’s personal quarters,
sort of, maybe, kinda. Oh, who the hell cared?  There weren’t any
flying  phaser blasts in here,  so he just went with it.  There wasn’t a
bed that he could see,  but there were clothes strewn about the floor
and a chair. It looked like a bedroom minus the bed.

When the footsteps drew closer, Giovanni ran for the nearest

cupboard. It wasn’t big, but neither was he. He opened the last door
on the row of cupboards and heaved himself up and inside the small
opening, quickly closing the door behind him. There was just enough
room for Giovanni to curl up and lay down.

Giovanni held his breath when the footsteps paused right outside

the room he was in. He breathed a sigh of relief when they started
walking again, this time heading away from him. He clutched his bag
to his chest and laid his head down on his arm, wondering how in the
hell he was going to get himself out of the mess he was in this time.

He also wondered how he kept getting into these messes. It was

like he had trouble tattooed on his forehead, burned on his ass, and
injected into his bloodstream. It seemed to follow him wherever he
went—first with Drake and now in some damn spaceport. He couldn’t
escape it.

Giovanni closed his eyes as complete and utter exhaustion started

making itself known. He was so tired. He felt like he hadn’t slept in
ages even if he had gotten a little sleep earlier. When a soft rumbling
noise started around him, Giovanni was too tired to care. The
cupboard began vibrating, gently rocking Giovanni to sleep. He’d
worry about escaping later.

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* * * *

Blade walked into his quarters, pissed as hell that he had a burn

mark in the sleeve of his best shirt. He may have only been grazed,
but the shirt was ruined. This wasn’t turning out to be one of his better
days.

They had gone down to the loading dock to scout the area out for

a meeting with a potential client only to find out that it had been a
setup. Fucking bastards.

Blade dropped his phaser on the table near the door then pulled

the shirt over his head, tossing it into the maybe dirty pile before
walking to his row of cupboards to grab another shirt. His footsteps
faltered when he smelled something different in the air.

He inhaled deeply as his eyes scanned the room. One by one, he

began to open the cupboards in front of him. His coyote senses told
him something was out of place. He growled low in his throat as he
walked down the line, the scent growing stronger with each step.

When his hand gripped the last cupboard, Blade knew whatever

he smelled was inside. Blade backed away and walked back over to
the door, grabbing his phaser from the table where he had dropped it
when he walked into his quarters.

Whoever it was hiding was about to learn that it wasn’t polite to

stow away onboard someone else’s ship. Blade crept quietly back
over to the last cupboard, palming the weapon in one hand as his
other reached for the handle. A smile played across his face. Maybe
his day was getting better.

Curling his fingers around the handle, Blade jerked it open to

find…a human? What the fuck? The guy was fast asleep with a bag
clutched to his chest. Blade stared at him for a moment before closing
the cupboard. His commander had to see this.

Blade holstered the weapon as he walked out of his quarters,

going on the hunt for Remy. He hadn’t a clue what to do with the
human. It’s wasn’t like he had a lot of experience with them, but he

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knew they were mostly harmless and fragile. At least the guy hiding
in his cupboard looked like he couldn’t kick a rock’s ass, let alone the
Elite Force’s.

“Hey, Remy. I need you in my quarters,” Blade called out when

he spotted Remy coming up the stairs from the lower deck.

The commander turned his head to look in Blade’s direction. “Not

even on a good day would I be that hard up.”

“Very funny,” Blade growled as he turned on his heel and headed

back toward his quarters and the stowaway.

“Fine, I’ll bite. What is it?” Remy asked as he joined Blade.
“You have to see this,” he said as he stepped back into his

quarters and pointed to the only cupboard that remained closed.

“Cool, now if you’ll follow me, I can show you what a neat and

clean room looks like.” Remy chuckled as he began to leave.

“No, not my mess. The cupboard,” Blade whispered. He pointed

toward the cupboard. “Go look.”

Remy didn’t look impressed, but he walked across the room and

pulled it open. Blade jumped back in shock as his commander
growled and suddenly shifted into his third form. He was at least a
foot taller now, resembling a werewolf walking on two legs. His nails
were long and black, his snout extended. Blade stared at the strange
little ears on Remy’s head. He was amazed at the way they twitched
as his commander sniffed the air. What in the hell was going on here?

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Chapter 2

Remy growled as the sweetest scent imaginable filled his senses.

He didn’t know what it was, but he wanted it. He wanted to roll in it,
lick it up, and fill his senses with it. And then he wanted to fuck it.

“What the hell, man?”
Remington growled as he spun around and crouched in front of

the small figure hidden away in the cupboard. He flicked his claws
and bared his teeth, warning the threat away. He knew the man who
stood before him with a stunned expression on his face was a friend,
but right now, Blade represented a threat to Remy’s territory.

“Dude, you’ve lost your fucking mind!” Blade snapped as he

backed away.

Remy tilted his head back and roared as loud as he could. He

would warn this threat to what was his away one last time. If that
didn’t work, friend or no friend, Blade would die. Every instinct in
Remy’s body was telling him to protect the little man in the cupboard.

Remy frowned when Blade suddenly darted out of the room and

the door slid closed with a soft whoosh. Logically, Remy knew what
he was doing wasn’t right. He shouldn’t be threatening his friend.

But logic didn’t play a part in how Remy felt at that moment. He

turned around and squatted down on the floor next to the cupboard
doors. He tilted his head slightly as he tried to fathom why he felt
such a need to care for and protect the man sleeping before him.

Remy’s clawed hand trembled as he slowly reached out to stroke

the back of his knuckles along one pale cheek. Oh, so soft. Remy’s
breath caught in his throat at how silky smooth the man’s skin felt. He
had an urge to rub himself all over the little man.

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Overwhelming need swamped Remy. His cock ached with the

desire to sink into the man’s delicate body. The agony of denying
himself bordered on painful. It almost stripped away the last of
Remy’s control.

But taking the man meant waking him, and that just wouldn’t do.

If the man was sleeping, he must need his sleep, and caring for the
man came before caring for his own needs. The little angel’s needs
must come first.

Remy grabbed a blanket from the pile in the corner. He sniffed it,

wrinkling his nose when Blade’s scent filled his senses. Well, that
wouldn’t do. Remy wasn’t going to let someone else’s scent cover the
man. He tossed the blanket away.

He pulled his own shirt off over his head then carefully draped it

over the small human. Once he was sufficiently covered, Remy sank
down to the floor and leaned against the wall. He gently stroked his
hand over the man’s sandy blond hair and waited for his angel to
wake.

“Um, hey, Remy, is everything okay?”
Remy tensed, growling low in his throat when he heard someone

speak from the doorway. He turned, baring his teeth at whoever dared
to intrude. Crank quickly backed away, holding his hands up in a
submissive gesture.

“Hey, calm down, Remy,” Crank said. “I just wanted to make sure

you were okay. Blade is freaking out, yelling about some stowaway in
his room and you losing your mind.”

“Mine!” Remy growled as he placed himself between the small

human in the cupboard and his crew member standing in the doorway.

“That’s cool, man, whatever.”
Remy knew he was acting irrational. He just couldn’t seem to

stop. The only thing that made sense in his fog-filled head was
protecting the man hidden behind him. At least, it made sense to
him—sort of.

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Once Crank backed out of the room, Remy turned back to his

angel. His features were delicate and serene as he slept. The human
looked like he could use a few extra pounds and a hot bath.
Something Remy would gladly take care of.

The little human yawned as his eyes fluttered open. He could see

curiosity and then abject fear in the most beautiful golden eyes he’d
ever seen. Remy waited with bated breath as the human pulled his bag
to his chest and tried to push further back into the small cupboard.

Remy knew his third form must seem scary as hell to his little

angel, so he made sure his moves were slow and purposeful. “My
name is Remy,” he said softly, trying his best to keep the growl to a
minimum.

The guy gave a nod of acknowledgement but still didn’t say a

word. It was eating Remy up not to know the little man’s name. Raw
lust slammed into him, making his body shake with want, but Remy
forced it down.

“Would you like to come out of there?” he asked as he scooted

back, trying to seem less intimidating. It was a tall order considering
he had grown a few inches from his normal seven-foot-four height.
He must seem like Goliath to this human.

“I won’t hurt you. I promise,” he spoke with patience he never

knew he possessed. Remy was the commander of his own ship, the
leader of four very lethal and savvy creatures. There wasn’t a tender
or patient bone in his body—until now.

His ears twitched as the human slowly rolled over and let his legs

hang from the cupboard. Remy was shocked to see how small the man
truly was. At least, he hoped the little human was a man. If he wasn’t,
Remy was in trouble.

His angel’s eyes watched him warily as he climbed out of the

cupboard and stood there with that ratty-looking bag in his hands.

“Are you hungry?” Remy asked as he stood. He frowned when the

man’s eyes widened. This wasn’t going well.

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“No,” the small man answered, but Remy could hear the rumbling

in his stomach. He wasn’t sure why the guy was lying to him, but he
knew he had to eat. Remy was going to be the one to take care of all
his needs, and wants.

“Tell me your name, angel.” Remy got down on one knee, trying

his best to be at eye level.

“G–Giovanni Gallardo,” he finally answered.
“Such a big name for such a small man. How about I call you

Gigi? Would you like that?” Remy asked as the endearment rumbled
from his chest.

Once again lust hit him like a freight train, making his cock grow

in size. He hoped the human wasn’t paying attention. Remy was
trying to gain his trust, not scare him back into the cupboard.

The little human looked as though he was mulling over the idea

before his gorgeous golden eyes sparkled. “I can live with that.”

Remy chuckled, the sound vibrating in his chest. Gigi’s eyes

rounded again, and he clutched his bag tighter. “You’re safe here,
Gigi. I promise. No one will hurt you.”

“O–okay.”
“Come, angel,” Remy said as he stood and held out his hand.

“Let’s go get you something to eat.”

Gigi’s hand trembled as he hesitantly placed it in Remy’s. When

Gigi flashed him a slight smile, Remy felt like the biggest man on the
planet. He didn’t care that the smile wobbled a bit and that Gigi still
seemed scared. His angel had smiled at him.

Remy kept a tight, but gentle, grip on Gigi’s hand as he led him

out of Blade’s room and down the hallway to the mess hall. He ached
to ask questions. He wanted to know everything about his little angel.
He was just afraid of scaring him. He’d have to tread carefully.

“What do you like to eat, Gigi?”
“Anything,” Gigi whispered.
“What is your favorite thing to eat?” Remy tried again.
“Anything.”

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Remy almost growled. He could see that Gigi was scared and

nervous, but he needed something to work with. “Do you like steak?”

Gigi blinked. “Real steak? Like, from a cow kinda steak?”
Remy frowned. Was there any other kind of steak? “Yes.”
Gigi’s eyes widened even more. “You have real cow steak?”
“Yes.” Remy was very confused.
“Do you have cows? Real cows?”
“Well, not onboard the ship, but we can get you one if you want

it.”

Remy didn’t think Gigi’s eyes could get any bigger than they

already were. He was wrong. He was also a little shocked when the
fear faded from Gigi’s eyes and the man started bouncing on his feet.

Pure lust streaked through Remy at the sudden knowledge that his

mate was an energetic creature. Remy could only hope that Gigi’s
current exuberance poured over into their sex life ’cause, damn! If
Gigi got this excited over steak, Remy couldn’t wait to see how he’d
react in bed.

“Do you have real dogs and cats and horses and—”
“Whoa, slow down.” Remy chuckled. “We don’t have any live

animals onboard the ship, but I might consider getting one or two if
you really want one. However, it would be your responsibility to care
for it.”

“Can I have a puppy?” Gigi whispered in awe. “I’ve never seen a

real live puppy. They don’t have them back on Earth. Well, they do,
but you have to have lots of credits to have one, and I don’t—” Gigi
suddenly snapped his mouth shut and dropped his eyes.

“Gigi?” Remy reached down and lifted the man’s face, trying his

best to keep his long claws from scratching his angel. “You can say
anything you want to me. Don’t be afraid.”

“Can I go now?”
“Go?” Remy frowned then waved his hand toward the porthole

window. “Go where, Gigi? We’re in space.”

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The blood drained from Gigi’s face as he raced over to the

window and peered out, leaving it pasty white. “We’re in space?”
Gigi whispered. He looked desperate when he glanced over his
shoulder. “But—I only had enough credits to get to End of the Line. I
can’t pay you.”

Remy smiled. Credits were the least of his concerns. “You don’t

have to pay me anything, Gigi. You are more than welcome aboard
my ship.”

“Your ship?” Gigi’s head snapped around. “This is your ship?”
“It is. I share it with my crew, but it is home to me.” Remy drew

in a deep breath, wishing that he hadn’t when Gigi’s sweet scent
invaded his senses. “You’re welcome to stay as long as you like.”

Gigi’s head tilted slightly, and a delicious frown drew his

eyebrows together. “Why?”

“Why?” Remy gulped as he frantically searched for an answer. He

knew Gigi was frightened, and he didn’t want to add to that, but he
didn’t want to lie to him either. “Because we need another crew
member. Five is an unlucky number. What can you do?” Remy patted
himself on the back for the great save. It was true about the unlucky
number, but neither he nor his crew members gave a shit about
superstitions.

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Gigi shrugged as he looked out of the window again. The one

thing he knew how to do well was something he wasn’t willing to do
anymore. He racked his brain to think of something he could offer this
big…whatever he was. He heard the large man walk up behind him
and sighed as he turned to face him. What could he do?

“I can cook,” he said as his head fell back on his shoulders, staring

up into smoky grey eyes. “Do you need a cook? If you get me that
cow, I can do lots of things with it. Well, if you have the right
ingredients I can do lots of things with it.”

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Gigi jumped slightly when that rumbling noise came from Remy’s

chest again. It was scary and fascinating all at the same time. Gigi’s
eyes stole a quick glance at the large cock between the creature’s legs.

Remy may be used to walking around naked with his bits and

pieces hanging out, but Gigi wasn’t used to it. He could feel his face
heat up as he hurriedly glanced at his shoes. If Remy planned on
using that cock on him, Gigi was in a world of trouble.

“We could always use a cook.” Remy smiled at him, and Gigi’s

brain short-circuited. “Let’s go to the mess hall and get you fed first.”

“Okay.”
Gigi followed Remy into what he had called a mess hall. The

place was spotless. He wasn’t sure what was so messy about it, but it
looked as though he could eat off the floor. He set his bag down on
one of the tables, wincing when he noticed how dirty it looked
compared to the shiny stainless steel of the table.

“What would you like with your steak, Gigi?” Remy asked as he

walked over to a food replicator on the far wall.

As poor as Gigi had been, even he could have afforded a new-

looking model. He wasn’t going to complain, though. Remy was
being cool about his stowaway status and not trying to chuck him out
of the nearest air lock.

“Potatoes. Do you have fresh potatoes?” he asked as his stomach

growled in agreement.

“I’m not too sure about fresh, but I’ll see what we can do here.”

Remy played with the buttons, smacking the small box a few times.

Gigi was no expert, but he was pretty sure you weren’t supposed

to abuse the appliances. He took a seat on the steel bench as he waited
for a meal he hadn’t had in a very long time. Steak was like gold in
New Chicago. He was actually surprised this ship had it by the looks
of it. He had noticed a few things along the way to the mess hall that
looked like they were in bad need of repair.

“Here you go.” Remy brought the plate over and set it down on

the table.

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Gigi gulped, wondering how offended Remy would be if he

refused to eat it. The steak still had blood running from it, and the
potatoes looked green around the edges. Just the sight of it made
Gigi’s stomach roll.

“What’s wrong?” Remy asked as his brows pulled together in a

deep frown. “It’s steak.”

“I like mine cooked, not still mooing.” Gigi glanced up at Remy,

waiting for the open-handed smack across the face that usually
accompanied his flippant mouth. To his utter shock, Remy chuckled.
He chuckled? Gigi wasn’t sure how to handle that.

“It does look like it’s still grazing in the field, doesn’t it?” Remy

picked the plate up and tossed it in the compact trash recycler. “Let’s
try this again.”

“Do you have a kitchen?” Gigi asked hesitantly.
So far, the big man had yet to get angry with him. Gigi wanted to

keep it that way as long as he could. He wasn’t stupid. Sooner or later,
Remy would smack him around. He knew that. Every big man he had
ever met liked to pick on those weaker than him. Gigi had no reason
to believe Remy was any different.

“I guess you could call it a kitchen.” Remy pointed to a door on

the far wall. “We really don’t use it much. The replicator is easier
since none of us know how to cook.”

Gigi decided to venture farther. “Do you have any food not

produced from a replicator?”

“Uh…”
“All right, I’ll see what I can do.”
Gigi walked to the replicator and started pushing buttons. He was

really hoping things would turn out okay because he had never seen a
food replicating machine this old before. He wasn’t sure what he’d
end up with.

After several tries and a few things that couldn’t be identified,

Gigi had a collection of vegetables and two raw steaks in his hands.

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He felt Remy follow him as he walked into the unused kitchen and set
everything down on the counter.

The first order of business was to see what he had to work with.

The cooking equipment seemed to be old but in working order. There
were clean dishes in the cupboard and a shelf filled with spices.

Gigi smiled over at Remy. “I can work with this, but if you want

me to continue to cook, we’re going to have to stop for supplies.
Getting food out of the replicator should only happen in emergencies.
You need real food to keep your muscles strong and your body
healthy.”

Gigi chuckled when Remy nodded. The way the man’s eyebrows

were drawn together in a slight frown painted an entirely different
picture. Remy didn’t have a clue what Gigi was talking about. Gigi
knew the man…err…creature, would figure it out when he tasted the
food. Home-cooked was always better.

It didn’t take Gigi long to get the steaks sprinkled with spices and

cooking on the grill. He could see Remy’s nose twitching as he
flipped them then went to cutting the vegetables up. Gigi decided to
grill the vegetables and mash the potatoes. He wanted to impress
Remy with his abilities, as slim as they were. He wanted this job.

Once the cubed potatoes were boiling and the vegetables grilling,

Gigi leaned against the counter and waited. His eyes wandered to the
tall man leaning against the wall by the door. He didn’t want to look,
but he couldn’t help it.

The man was naked. And hot. And—sweet hell, would you look

at the size of his cock? All of a sudden, Gigi felt flushed. He prayed
his face wasn’t glowing with embarrassment as he turned away.

He’d seen it once before in the other room but had quickly looked

away. It wasn’t polite. Really. But it was just hanging there. Gigi once
again found himself glancing over. Okay, it wasn’t just hanging there.
It was actually starting to thicken and rise even as Gigi watched.

Gigi’s eyes snapped up when he heard a slight growl. They

widened considerably more when he saw Remy looking straight at

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him. Oh hell, he’d been caught. Gigi wrung his hands together as he
quickly looked away again.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured. “That was very rude. I just—don’t you

have any clothes you can put on? It’s very distracting having you
standing there naked,” he said as he waved a hand behind him at
Remy’s naked form.

“You find me standing here naked distracting?”
So much amusement was laced in Remy’s voice that Gigi couldn’t

help but look over at the man. Despite every wish he had flashing
before his eyes, Gigi found himself looking down at the man’s cock
yet again.

Gigi thought he was going to die of embarrassment when Remy

flexed his thighs and his cock bounced up and down. He felt his face
burn as he turned his back on the naked man. Staring would not be
permitted. He wouldn’t allow it. It couldn’t happen. ’Cause it made
his own cock harden and ache, and that just would not do. He needed
this job. He didn’t need to come on to his boss.

“Hey, Remy, what is that wonderful smell?” a voice from the

other room shouted. “For a minute there, I almost thought you had
real food in here.”

Gigi swung around and trembled when Remy growled and turned

to face whoever was in the other room. That was some scary-ass shit.
Remy growled. What in the hell was that from?

Gigi had no experience with growling. He didn’t know how to

react. Drake shouted. He didn’t growl. Gigi couldn’t figure out why
he was intrigued by Remy growling when Drake’s shouting scared the
crap out of him.

Gigi glanced down for a moment, a small sizzling noise reminding

him that he was cooking.

“The food is almost done,” he commented when the silence

became awkward.

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Blade walked into the mess hall, following a delicious scent.

Tank, Colt, and Crank were close behind him. “Holy shit. I think it is
real food.”

“How?” Colt asked as he inhaled deeply. “That kitchen hasn’t

been used in years. Hell, I forgot it was even there.”

Blade ignored the weapons specialist as he ventured closer. From

what he had witnessed earlier, he wasn’t taking any chances. Remy
seemed to be in some sort of protective mode with the stowaway, and
he wasn’t going to have his balls handed to him—not even for real
food.

“To hell with this, I want some of whatever that smell is.” Tank

rushed past them and into the kitchen.

Colt, Crank, and Blade stood there frozen as the sound of pots and

pans clanged all over. There was a yelp or two, followed by what
sounded like a drawer full of utensils hitting the floor. The painful
grunt that followed made them all wince.

“Anyone else want to go see what’s cooking?” Blade asked the

two remaining men standing behind him.

“Only if you go first,” Crank dared him. “I may look crazy, but

for the record, I’m not.”

“Fine,” Blade huffed as he turned to Colt. “What about you?”
“When pigs are seen flying outside the portal window, jackass,”

Colt grumbled as the three waited to see what would happen next.

They took a few quick steps back when Tank tumbled out of the

double-chrome doors, a pot on his head and his clothes ripped in
various places. “Steak, they’re cooking steak,” he said before falling
face-first onto the floor.

“Damn. I don’t think Remy is sharing,” Crank complained,

sounding very unhappy about it.

“Uh, Tank, who’s piloting the ship?” Blade asked as he took a

step closer to the kitchen, his eyes watching for Remy as he nudged
the downed man with his foot.

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“Auto,” a mumble came from the pilot.
“I thought the autopilot was malfunctioning?” Colt asked as the

three looked between each other.

The question was forgotten when Remy burst through the double

doors in his third form. Blade still couldn’t  get over how fucking
scary the commander looked. He’d seen Remy shift before,  but the
man’s attention was always aimed elsewhere. This time, it was aimed
right at him and the others.

“Does anyone else want some steak?” Remy growled. His large

jaw opened and closed, and his teeth snapped together. “Because I’d
be more than happy to feed you.”

Blade was the first one to tuck tail and run. He might be a badass

in every sense of the word, but even he wasn’t stupid enough to take
the offered steak.

Colt gulped. “No thanks.” He ran over and helped Tank to his

feet, not an easy feat since the man was the biggest of them all. He
wrapped an arm around Tank’s waist and hurried toward the doors.

“Peace out.” Crank was hot on their heels as they fought to get out

of the mess hall doors. Blade fell into the wall when the ship took a
slight dip.

“Get Tank back to the helm before our asses start freefalling,”

Blade shouted at Colt.

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Chapter 3

“Get your ass back to the bridge.” Remy growled as he watched

his crew scurry to get out of the mess hall. He didn’t wait for an
answer as he walked back into the kitchen. Gigi was bent over picking
the utensils up, so Remy checked out the little man’s ass.

And what a fine little ass it was.
His cock rose higher as thoughts of sinking deep into the man’s

tight-looking ass clouded his mind. He wondered briefly at how
opposed Gigi would be to kitchen sex. There was a large, flat surface
right in front of them. Sure, most people called it a countertop, but
Remy called it an oasis to lay the small man down on and have his
wicked way with him. His eyes snapped up when Gigi straightened
and set the utensils on the counter.

So much for his oasis.
“The food should be ready soon. I have a few vegetables to

reheat,” Gigi informed him as he stepped over a pot on the floor like it
was no big deal. This intrigued Remy. If witnessing one of his crew
members getting his ass handed to him didn’t faze the little guy, then
what else was his little angel used to seeing?

Remy sighed heavily as he leaned against the counter, trying his

best not to throw Gigi on top of it and fuck his brains out. This heat
coursing through his body was a son of a bitch. Remy nonchalantly
shook his leg out, hoping that alleviated some of the discomfort of
having his cock at full-mast.

It didn’t help. In fact, it made his cock smack the underside of the

counter, and a groan escaped his lips. Gigi spun around and stared at
him with a spatula in his hand, grease hitting the floor as his mouth

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hung open slightly. Remy wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold
out.

“I’m going to go sit down at the table.” Remy felt ridiculous as he

backpedaled and gestured over his shoulder with his thumb. He was
running from a man that he could squash like a bug. But he was still
running.

“Is everything okay, Remy?” Gigi asked. “Don’t you want me to

cock your dinner?”

Remy gasped. “What did you just say?” Please let me have heard

the little man correctly.

“I said, don’t you want me to cook your dinner?”
Remy sighed. He was losing his damn mind. “No, everything is

fine, angel,” he said with a bit of disappointment.

“Then why do you look so angry?” Gigi frowned. “Did I do

something wrong?”

“No, no, of course not. It’s just—” Remy rubbed the bridge of his

nose between his finger and thumb as his thoughts took over. It’s just
because every time I look at you all I can think about is fucking you.
Yeah, that would go over well. Gigi would probably run screaming
from the room.

“No, I won’t.”
Remy stilled then blinked then slowly raised his head. Gigi stood

there, red face and all, looking him straight in the eye. Remy blinked
again. “You won’t what, angel?”

“I won’t run if you want to fuck me.”
Remy almost swallowed his tongue. It was a close call, too,

because it felt like it was sticking to the top of his mouth as he tried to
form some sort of reply. His cock, on the other hand, had no problem
giving its response. It started throbbing, drops of pre-cum pooling on
the head then slowly dripping down the sides.

Oh gods, he was fucking horny! Now that the offer was in front of

him, he wasn’t so sure he should jump at it. He was trying his best to

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take care of this little man, and fucking him should be second on the
list, with eating the first.

“Why don’t we get you fed first?” He said it with a straight face,

which surprised him in his current state of arousal. Maybe he was
losing his mind.

“If that’s what you want.” Gigi gave Remy his back as he grabbed

the pot from the stove.

Remy had to get out of there before he changed his mind and let

all of Gigi’s hard work go to waste. He backed out of the double
doors, taking a steady breath once the little man was no longer in his
sights. What in the hell was wrong with him? It was as if he was a
prepubescent pup again with no control over his body.

Remy took a seat and yelped when the cold steel met his naked

flesh. This was going to be brutal. Gigi pushed through the doors with
two large plates in his hand and a satisfied smile on his face. Remy
knew he made the right call when pride brightened up Gigi’s face.

“Now it’s hot, so be careful,” the angel of his dreams warned.

“I’m going to go get us something to drink.”

Remy nodded as he tilted his head to the side and watched one

fine-looking ass sashay away from him. Was there an extra sway in
Gigi’s hips? Remy reached under the table and grabbed the base of
his cock, counting to ten. When that didn’t work, he counted to
twenty.

He released his erection and quickly pasted a smile on his face

when Gigi walked back into the mess hall with two glasses of what
looked like iced tea. He wished it was a stiff drink. He needed one
right about now.

“Here you go.” The small man set one of the glasses in front of

Remy.

“Thanks.” Remy winced when his voice cracked. He picked his

fork up and noticed his hand trembling. He quickly shoved the fork
full of food into his mouth, watching Gigi take a bite. He groaned

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when Gigi did. He knew the little man was groaning from the food,
Remy was not.

“How is it?” Gigi asked as he chewed and swallowed his food.
“Fucking perfect,” Remy whimpered, “just so fucking perfect.”
Gigi blinked. “Are you talking about the food?” A blush crept

over Gigi’s cheeks as he stabbed at his vegetables.

“That, too,” Remy admitted with a little wolfish grin. His fork fell

from his hand and clanked against the table when Gigi opened his
mouth wide, his tongue licking at the fork before his lips closed
around the tines. His cock gave a deep throb as his mouth moved with
Gigi’s, imitating the chewing Gigi was performing oh so well.

“Eat up.” Gigi pointed at Remy’s plate with his fork. “You’ve

hardly touched yours.”

Oh, he’d touched his all right. As a matter of fact, he was touching

it right now under the table. With his free hand, Remy picked his fork
back up, forcing his eyes to look at his plate and not at the tempting
minx across from him.

“So, how did I know that you wanted to fuck me?” Gigi asked

conversationally.

Remy’s forked dropped again.
“Uh…”
“I mean, you certainly looked surprised when I brought it up, but I

know I heard you clear as day.” Gigi frowned, his head tilting to the
side. “But your lips didn’t move. Is that some sort of alien thing?”

“I am not an alien.”
“Oh really?” Gigi’s eyebrows shot up like he didn’t believe Remy.

“Then explain the fur, the pointed ears, and the ten-inch cock that
looks like both of my hands wouldn’t even wrap around it, ’cause we
don’t have dicks like that back on Earth.”

Remy knew his face was red. He could feel it. Hell, he wouldn’t

be surprised if his whole body hadn’t turned a dark shade of
embarrassed. He swallowed hard and searched for anything to discuss
except the size of his cock.

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“You’re from Earth then?”
The righteous indignation in Gigi’s face slipped away as the man

lowered his head to look down at his plate. Remy wished he had kept
his big mouth shut. He just didn’t understand why Gigi was so
frightened of anyone knowing he was from Earth. Lots of people were
from Earth. It was no big thing. He’d rather talk about his
embarrassing hard-on than see that frightened look on his angel’s
face.

“So, do you like big cocks?”
Gigi’s head snapped up. He gaped for a moment before a soft

flush filled his face and he nodded. “Yes,” Gigi whispered.

“Good to know.” Remy mentally patted himself on the back for

changing the subject and getting  that horrible look of terror off of
Gigi’s face. He’d find out one way or another what Gigi was afraid of,
but not today.  Today he had other ideas on his mind. Ideas that
involved big cocks, tight holes,  and a whole lot of funky, mind-
blowing sex.

Remy smiled and reached for his fork again. He cut into his steak

and took another bite, chewing carefully. He made sure he kept his
eyes glued on his plate and not the luscious man sitting across from
him. He knew the steak was supposed to taste good, but at the
moment, it tasted like sawdust.

“Are you playing with yourself under the table?”
Remy froze. That’s exactly what he had been doing, and hearing

Gigi talking about it was edging him ever closer to an orgasm of epic
proportions. He squeezed his cock tightly to keep from shooting.

“Um…”
“I can see your hand moving, and I know you’re naked. I saw you

in the kitchen. You were hard as a rock.” Gigi shrugged just as Remy
glanced up. “It’s no matter to me. I mean, if you want to play with
yourself, that’s your business. I just wondered.”

“Uh…” Remy frowned. “Thank you?”

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Gigi took another bite of his food. He looked up as he chewed.

When he started waving his fork around, Remy knew he was in
trouble.

“Of course, if you’re going to fuck me, I’d prefer that you waited.

I saw how hard you were in the kitchen, and I’d rather have a hard
dick in my ass than a soft one, you know?” Gigi waved his fork some
more. “It just kind of adds something to it when the fucker is hard
when fucking the fuckee.”

Remy blinked. His head was starting to hurt—both of them. One

from denying himself the bliss that was Gigi’s body and the other
because Gigi was speaking and confusing the hell out of him.

The only things he really understood from all of that were hard

dick and fucking. Maybe the trick was to keep Gigi occupied so he
couldn’t talk while getting what he wanted at the same time. “I plan to
eat every last bit of this steak, so if you want me to keep my hands off
my cock then I suggest you play with it, suck it, or ride it. Hell, I’m
not that picky.”

Remy started coughing roughly when Gigi grinned and slid under

the table. A moment later, wet hot silk enveloped the head of his
cock. Remy dropped his fork and gripped the edges of the metal table
as Gigi began licking him. He spread his legs, and Gigi scooted
closer.

Oh hell, he was going to die, right here in the mess hall of his very

own ship. And he couldn’t have cared less. His arm swung out, the
dishes flying across the room, shattering against the wall as Remy
reached under the table and grabbed Gigi by his arms.

“Get your ass up here.”
Gigi giggled as he climbed up Remy’s lap and then onto the

tabletop. He wiggled his beautifully shaped ass in Remy’s face. Remy
growled as he curled his fingers into Gigi’s waistband and yanked, the
material shredding under his sharp claws.

Remy shook his right hand, concentrating on making the claws

retract, at least slightly. He was anxious to sink deep inside of Gigi,

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but he didn’t want to purposely scar the man for life. Remy leaned
back, allowing a string of saliva to escape his mouth and fall between
the crease of the little man’s ass.

His saliva would act as a relaxant and prepare the human for his

very large cock. Remy thanked the gods that his species had this
ability because if they hadn’t, he would have had to find another way,
and at the moment, patience wasn’t a virtue in his book.

“Holy hell, what is that?” Gigi panted as he looked over his

shoulder.

“Natural lube. Just relax, Gigi.” Remy wasn’t sure how he could

be telling the little man this when he was far from relaxed himself.
The need to strike quickly, to claim, and to dominate were riding him
hard. Remy had to take a deep breath to tamp down those urges so he
wouldn’t hurt the human.

His canines extended further when Remy grabbed the base of his

cock and slowly sank in. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, and
he had an urge to howl. Although Gigi seemed to be all for the sex, he
wasn’t trying to scare the man.

Remy laid his hands on Gigi’s sides, careful of his claws, as his

hips began to rock in and out. His body quivered from the restraint he
was using to be gentle. He was trying to fuck the little man, not put
him through the table. His legs began to shake as his wolf instincts
demanded he take Gigi harder.

“Harder, Remy. Fuck me like you mean it,” Gigi begged.
Remy had to shake his head. The lust was building into a blinding

fog that would soon make him forget he was holding a fragile human
under him. He needed to concentrate on going slow and easy, even if
his angel just asked for what his wolf form wanted.

Remy pushed forward slowly. He hadn’t even sunk all the way in.

Fear of hurting Gigi made him hold back. Sweat began to break out
all over his body as his hands shook. His race was used to fucking like
madmen. Using the amount of control he was forcing his body to use
was taking its toll.

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“Damn it,” Gigi growled as he slammed back onto Remy’s cock,

taking all ten inches into his ass.

A howl of pleasure ripped from Remy’s chest as Gigi shouted out

his name. If the little human could take it, Remy wasn’t one to deny.
His wolf howled in agreement, the sound echoing throughout the
mess hall. He pulled his hips back and slammed into Gigi, a growl
climbing up his chest and making his lips pull back in a snarled curl.
Remy picked Gigi up, the little human’s arms circling back around his
neck as he bounced Gigi on his cock.

“Hell, yeah,” Gigi screamed. “Harder, faster.”
Remy wrapped an arm around the little angel as his hips snapped,

giving Gigi exactly what he was crying out for. He could feel the
tingling clawing its way up his spine as Gigi pulled at his neck.

“You’re mine!” Remy declared as his balls drew tight to his body.

“Mine, do you understand me?”

“Whatever you want, just don’t stop fucking me,” Gigi cried out.
Remy leaned forward, putting Gigi back onto his hands and knees

as he blanketed his back and sank his canines into soft flesh. He
shocked himself with the move. To bite someone while having sex
was to claim him as your mate.

He really had lost his mind, but the urge was so strong that Remy

couldn’t fight it. He drew Gigi’s blood into his mouth as he moaned.
Had he tasted anything sweeter in his life? Remy pulled back and
sealed the wound with his tongue as his cock rocketed in and out of
Gigi’s tight channel.

“I’m coming!” Gigi shouted as his hole began to pulse.
Remy howled once again as his seed was pulled from his body,

making him thrust hard and deep. He wanted to pour his seed into
Gigi’s body so anyone with a lick of sense could tell the man had
been claimed.

Gigi fell down to the table underneath them as he drew in ragged

breaths. “That was one hell of a dessert.”

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“By the way, you’re hired.” Remy licked over the teeth marks, his

body buzzing from the most profound orgasm of his life.

“Is it because I can cook or I’m a good piece of ass?”
“You’re hired because you can cook. You’re mine because you let

me claim you.” Remy chuckled as he smacked Gigi’s bare ass. “And
you are a good piece of ass.”

Remy sobered quickly when Gigi wiggled free. He knew his angel

had no idea what had just passed between them, and he didn’t have a
clue how to explain it to him other than me Tarzan, you John.

“Where are you going, angel?” he asked when Gigi hopped off the

table.

“I don’t know about you, but I don’t plan to get caught with my

naked ass hanging out if your friends come back in here.”

Remy growled and jumped to his feet. He stalked Gigi across the

room as the man started gathering his clothes and pulling them on,
well, what of them he could. The rest were in shreds. “No one gets to
see you naked except me.”

“Duh.” Gigi rolled his eyes. “That’s why I want to get dressed.”
Remy’s head started to hurt again and, this time, not in a good

way. “You’re going to drive me crazy, aren’t you?”

“If you want to fuck this ass then you have to put up with the rest

of me, too.”

“I could just gag you,” Remy growled.
“True.” Gigi cuddled close to Remy’s body and dropped his eyes

down to his cock. “But then how would I give you blow jobs?”

“Uh…”
“Face it, sweetie,” Gigi said as he patted Remy’s chest. “You’re

stuck with me.”

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Chapter 4

Gigi smiled as he watched Remy sleep. The man’s fierce features

were slowly returning to that of someone somewhat human. He was
still as big as a brick shithouse, but at least he didn’t have claws
anymore. Or teeth and hair and pointed ears.

Okay, the ears were cute.
The sharp teeth, not so much.
He was cuddled to Remy’s side, the man’s larger-than-life arms

wrapped tightly around him even in sleep. Every time Gigi tried to
budge, the arms tightened. Gigi figured he was going to be here for a
while or at least until the man woke up.

Gigi still wasn’t sure what type of alien Remy was, but he did

know that man was strong and powerful and possessive as hell. If
anyone could keep him safe from Drake, Remy was the man to do it.

Besides, the man fucked like a wet dream come to life with a set

of jumper cables and a car battery attached to his ass. Gigi had never
been so passionately and thoroughly fucked in his life, but he planned
to enjoy the man’s massive cock again before the next sun set. A large
cock and a man who knew what to do with it was heaven in Gigi’s
book.

It didn’t hurt that Remy was gorgeous as well. Hell, all of the men

on the ship seemed to be gorgeous. They just didn’t hold any interest
for Gigi. He had his eyes set on Remy and Remy alone.

Gigi gasped and looked down when Remy made a small grunting

noise then pushed closer with his nose. Gigi frowned. Was Remy
trying to sniff him? How…odd? Gigi couldn’t say it was gross, but it
wasn’t exactly arousing either. It was just odd.

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Remy rooted around for a few minutes, pressing his nose ever

closer. Gigi jumped when his cock and balls were suddenly grabbed
by one very large hand. He groaned and pressed his head back into
the pillow when his cock took interest in that hand and hardened right
up.

Damn! A few hours and his libido was already trained to the

man’s touch. Pretty soon he’d be following Remy around like a lost
puppy dog looking for a treat—a very nice ten-inch treat.

“Hey!” Gigi yelped when he was suddenly lifted into the air and

draped over Remy’s body. He landed with his hands and knees on
either side of Remy’s large body. All the air rushed from Gigi’s lungs
as he glanced down between his body and Remy’s and saw the man
grinning up at him.

“Oh hell,” Gigi groaned when Remy very carefully licked his

fingers then drove them into Gigi’s ass. The burn was intense but
forgotten in an instant when Remy swallowed his cock right down to
the root. Gigi didn’t know whether to push back onto Remy’s fingers
or go forward and drive his cock into the man’s hot mouth.

“Oh yes!” Gigi screamed as intense pleasure swarmed through

him. “Fuck that ass! Suck that cock!”

Gigi gasped when he heard a deep rumble come from Remy’s

chest. He glanced down again. For some reason he wasn’t surprised to
see the pointed ears grow back. Gigi swallowed hard.

“You’re going to fuck me with that huge cock again, aren’t you?”
When Remy grinned around his cock, Gigi almost stopped

breathing.

Remy had huge teeth.
Massive teeth.
Humongous teeth.
Sharp teeth.
Pointy teeth.
Remy had fucking teeth in his mouth right next to Gigi’s cock.

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Gigi narrowed his eyes. “You bite my cock, and I’ll feed you your

balls for breakfast.”

Gigi was suddenly jerked back and impaled on Remy’s cock in

one motion. His eyes crossed as he was filled almost beyond feeling
good. He panted heavily and clutched at Remy’s shoulders as he tried
to bring life-giving air back into his lungs.

“You–you should warn a guy before you do that.”
“And you shouldn’t threaten me, little one.” Remy growled. “I’m

a lot bigger than you.”

Gigi tilted his head back to stare down into Remy’s smoky grey

eyes. “And?”

“And I can fuck you right through the wall.”
Gigi’s eyes widened at that visual. He licked his lips. “Please?”
Remy’s eyes darkened as he growled and rolled them to the edge

of the bed. Gigi laughed and grabbed onto the hulking man as he
stood up, Gigi still impaled on his cock. He leaned in, nuzzling his
head under Remy’s chin and licking a line across the man’s throat.

“I wonder how long you can walk around with me on your cock.”
Remy’s chest rumbled as he chuckled. “Why don’t we find out?”
Gigi blinked in surprise. He’d just been joking but—“Oh hell

yes,” he shouted when Remy started walking around the room then
jogging. Each bounce drove Remy’s cock deeper into his ass.

Remy’s hands gripped Gigi’s butt cheeks, holding him tight. The

faster Remy went, the more aroused Gigi became. He was pretty sure
he had stopped breathing altogether by the time Remy pressed him
against the bulkhead and rammed into him.

Remy’s eyes turned black as his eyes roamed over Gigi, settling

on the soft skin between his throat and shoulder. Gigi blinked then
tilted his head back, giving Remy access. Remy roared and drove up
into Gigi’s tight ass. At the same time, his teeth sank into Gigi’s
shoulder.

Gigi screamed and came, ropes of cum splattering between them.

He felt pulse after pulse of hot liquid fill his ass until it started

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trickling between his ass cheeks. Gigi closed his eyes and dropped his
head against Remy’s chest as he tried to start breathing again. It might
be impossible.

He felt Remy walk across the room and lower him onto the bed.

He groaned in protest when Remy pulled away until he felt the man’s
rather large hand caress the side of his face.

“Ssshhh, angel, I’ll be right back.”
True to his word, Remy was back in just a moment. Gigi opened

his eyes when he felt something damp swipe between his butt cheeks.
His face flushed when he realized Remy was cleaning him.

“No one’s ever done that before,” Gigi whispered.
“It is my duty and my right to care for you and see to all of your

needs.”

Gigi cocked his head. “Your duty and your right? What does that

mean?”

“It means, angel, that you are mine now. I claimed you. As such, I

have a duty to see to your health and safety. It is also my right as your
mate. No one may touch you, feed you, or care for you except me, not
without my permission.”

“I sound like your pet.”
“No, angel.” Remy chuckled. “You are most definitely not my

pet.”

“Then what am I?”
“My mate. What else do you need to know besides that? Just

make sure none of the crew members touch you. If they leave a scent
on you, I may kill them.” Remy tossed the cloth toward a small door
as he turned back around. “Are you ready to meet my crew?”

Hell no, but Gigi wasn’t going to voice his fears out loud. If he

was going to be a part of this crew, then he better get to know them.
Besides, who knew how much protection he would need if Drake ever
found him?

* * * *

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Tank rolled his eyes when Remy came onto the bridge. He was

still pissed as hell about the kitchen incident. His head still ached.
Tank focused his stare in front of him and ignored his commander.
Well, as much as anyone could ignore the guy. He winced when a
hand landed on his shoulder. So much for ignoring him.

“Sorry about earlier. I wasn’t willing to share my steak,” Remy

said as he stood next to Tank.

Tank grunted. He knew he couldn’t stay mad long. He wasn’t one

to hold a grudge. “Yeah, yeah. Now go away before your ugly ass
tries to kiss me.”

“What happened, Commander?” Colt asked from behind them.
Tank was curious as well but wasn’t going to pry. He’d leave that

to someone else in case Remy got pissed at the question.

“Not sure. But I’m much better now.” He chuckled as he waved

the stowaway over to his side. The little human scuttled across the
bridge and practically crawled up Remy’s side. That was how close
he was.

“Everyone, this is Gigi. He’s our new cook,” Remy said proudly.
Tank wondered if there was more to it than that but didn’t ask.

One ass-handing a day was enough for him.

“Welcome aboard, Gigi.” Tank smiled at the small stowaway.
“Thank you,” Gigi answered meekly.
“I’m Colt.”  The hawk shifter extended his hand. “Glad to have

you aboard.”

Gigi reached out and shook Colt’s hand. “Thanks.”
Colt pointed behind him. “And that coyote over there is Blade.

The best hand-to-hand combat man around.”

Gigi gave a shy wave to Blade.
“I’m Crank.” The demo expert waved a hand with a missing

pinky. “But you can call me Crank.”

Tank snickered as Gigi tilted his head in confusion. The little

stowaway was in for the surprise of his life if he was joining their

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crew. They all had a wicked sense of humor, as the human was going
to find out.

“Fuck with him and I’ll blow your balls off,” Remy warned Crank

as his arm draped over Gigi’s shoulder. Tank chuckled. The poor
human looked like he was going to crumble under the weight of
Remy’s massive arm.

“All right, ladies, get back to your duties,” Remy commanded as

he took a seat, pulling Gigi onto his lap.

Tank watched his commander as Remy petted Gigi’s back, a deep

rumble sounding in Remy’s  chest. He wasn’t even sure his
commander was aware of what he was doing.  Remy sat there
explaining what they did on the bridge as his hand slowly moved up
and down the stowaway’s back.

Tank looked over his shoulder at the rest of the crew, noticing that

they, too, were watching Remy. Tank shrugged when Blade glanced
at him. He made a circular motion with his finger around his temple.

When Remy looked his way, Tank’s hand dropped quickly as he

smiled at his commander. Remy rolled his eyes as his attention went
back to the small man on his lap. He could hear the others snickering
behind him, and Tank had to fight to keep a straight face.

* * * *

Remy was trying his best to make his mate feel at home. And this

was his home now. There was no way Gigi was ever leaving his side.
He could see the crew staring at them in confusion, but Remy ignored
their dumb asses.

He wasn’t going to give into them like he normally did. His crew

loved to play pranks to pass the time and throw barbs at one another.
But Remy’s protective instincts were riding high now, and he wasn’t
going to allow one single barb to come his mate’s way.

“Are we close to Nebular Nine yet?” Remy asked as Gigi

squirmed a little on his lap. He hadn’t meant to take his angel twice in

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one day. Remy knew his cock was too large for his human mate, but
there was no way Remy could have controlled himself when he was
in mating heat.

He wanted to take him again on the bridge, but then he’d have to

kill his crew for seeing his mate’s naked ass. As good as he was,
Remy couldn’t fly this ship solo.

“We should be approaching its outer atmosphere in a few hours,”

Tank said with a hint of humor in his voice.

Remy shot him a dry look, and Tank whipped his head around to

stare straight ahead. He could see now that he was fighting a losing
battle. His men were going to be who they were no matter what Remy
said.

“Have you made contact with Borjan yet?” Remy couldn’t seem

to stop touching his mate. He forced himself to stay rooted to his seat.
If he left the bridge, Gigi was going to get fucked again…and
again…and again.

“I tried to raise him on the com, but he hasn’t answered yet. After

what just happened on End of the Line, I’m playing it cautious.”

Remy nodded his approval. “We don’t dock until you reach him.

If I run into one more trap today, someone is going to die.” He
immediately regretted his words when his mate stiffened in his lap.
Remy ran his hands over Gigi’s back, trying his best to calm his angel
down.

“I’ll keep trying, Commander,” Tank said as he hit the

communication button on the control panel in front of him.

“Are we going back to End of the Line?” Blade asked as he

checked the control panels above his head. “That’s the only place that
sells those explosive charges that Crank needs for that blast job on
Beta Five.”

Remy hated that they were kicked out of the Federation’s Elite

Force. It made getting reliable equipment and supplies almost
impossible. They often had to deal on the black market to get what
they needed.

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It wasn’t their fault they caught a general selling weapons to their

enemy. Shit hit the fan quickly, and all five of them were
dishonorably discharged. Someone had to be the scapegoat, and it
wasn’t the general. There had been no hope after that of joining any
respectable military force.

They were outlaws by the Federation of United Planets standards,

but Remy and his crew tried their best to stay on the straight and
narrow. Sometimes they had no choice but to engage in illegal
activities to put food on the table and fuel cells in their ship. But being
independent of any military regime gave them the freedom to pick
and choose who they conducted business with.

Remy liked the freedom to do business with who he wanted to,

but if they ever got caught operating as an Elite Force, they would
spend the rest of their natural born lives behind bars—if they even
made it in front of a court.

There were a lot of people out there just dying to see them put out

of business. That’s why they had to be careful who they let hire them.
A credit was a credit, but careful background checks were always
done. Although they didn’t always get the right information, as the
last botched job proved.

Remy stroked Gigi’s back and wondered if their luck was finally

changing. After all, his mate did just fall into his lap. And Remy had
every intention of keeping him there.

“I have Borjan on my com link, and he says everything is good to

go,” Tank informed Remy after he spoke with their client.

“Good. I still want to scout around a bit before we land. I’m not

taking any chances.” Especially with his mate sitting in his lap. Remy
knew his careless days were over. He had a mate to look after now.
He’d kill anyone who he thought was a threat to his little angel.

“Gotcha.” Tank nodded as he steered a course that would take

them to the opposite side of the planet.

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Coming in from behind was a good way to see who was waiting.

Remy didn’t trust anyone except the men on the ship with him, not
even someone he had done business with before.

“Slow her down to one thruster. I want to have a peek,” Remy

advised his pilot. “No need to rush in.”

“You got it, Commander.”
The rest of the crew strapped up, shoving phasers into holsters and

knives into sheaths. Remy stood, setting his mate on his feet.

“I need you to take a seat over there and strap in, angel. Whatever

you do, don’t unbuckle yourself. This may turn into a bumpy ride.”

His fingers traced the side of his mate’s face, then he stepped back

so that Gigi could do as he commanded. His mate looked terrified but
didn’t give him any trouble. Remy was proud of how Gigi was trying
his best to be brave. Once Gigi was strapped in, Remy took his seat
again and put his game face on.

“Let’s rock ‘n’ roll, boys.”
“Hoorah,” his crew whooped as Tank took their ship lower.
Remy usually felt the same rush his crew was experiencing. But

now that his mate was aboard, all he felt was anxiousness and fear. If
anything happened to Gigi, Remy wasn’t sure what he would do. It
was true that he had just found the little man, but already Gigi had
stolen his way into Remy’s ship and his heart.

He glanced back at his mate. Gigi gave him a brave but wavering

smile. Remy winked at him before looking straight ahead. He could
see the mountains of the southern tip of the planet come into view on
the vid-screen. The barren wastelands should be right ahead.
Unfortunately, that was exactly where they were headed—the heart of
the wastelands.

“And here we go.” Tank growled.
“Colt,” Remy called out, “keep an eye out for any tracers. If

someone is on our tail, I want to know about it before they do.”

“Got it, Commander.”

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Remy just had a gut instinct, and he usually trusted his instincts.

They had saved his hide more than once. His were screaming that the
setup back at End of the Line was just the beginning. There was more
trouble waiting for them ahead.

“Colt, when we land, I want you to slip out and scout the area.

Hopefully, no one knows how many people we have onboard. If you
can keep yourself hidden then we might have an advantage if we need
one.”

“Will do, Commander.”
Remy nodded. “Tank, you stay onboard with Gigi. Keep him safe

while we find out if we’ve been double-crossed or not.”

“You have been.”
Remy spun around and stared at Gigi. “What?”
“That guy you’re going to meet,” Gigi said quietly. “He has a

bunch of armed men hiding in the warehouse where you’re supposed
to meet him.”

Remy blinked. “Uh, how do you know this, angel?”
He’d really like to know as they hadn’t even reached the

warehouse yet. Remy’s eyes narrowed. Was Gigi a spy sent to bring
them down? Even as he thought it, Remy dismissed that idea. Gigi
was his mate. He had to trust in his mate.

Gigi frowned. “Can’t you scan for them? I know they are there.”
“Level out, Tank, and hold us in this pattern,” Remy said as he got

out of his seat and walked over to Gigi. “Crank, I want you to scan for
anything out of place—bio signatures, EM devices, energy weapons,
fuel cells, anything.”

“On it, Commander.”
Remy could feel Gigi trembling as he knelt down in front of him

and grabbed his hands. He tried to look unthreatening as he smiled at
the little man. “Angel, we haven’t scanned yet. How do you know
someone is waiting for us?”

“I don’t know.” Gigi shrugged and looked away. “I just do.”

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Remy really wished he could leave it at that. He could see that

Gigi was nervous. He wanted more than anything to be able to
comfort his mate right now, but he really needed to know how Gigi
knew someone might be waiting for them.

Remy gripped Gigi’s chin between his fingers and pulled the

man’s face back around. “Please, angel, I need to know.”

Gigi looked hesitant for a moment then he whispered, “I can feel

them.”

Remy’s eyebrows shot up. “You can feel them?”
Gigi nodded. “It’s cold, freezing cold. And it feels gross.”
“What exactly feels gross, Gigi?”
“The men waiting.” Gigi frowned. “I can’t explain it exactly.

There’s just this huge feeling of evil.”

“Could it be nerves?”
Gigi shook his head. “No, I’m feeling a distinct difference

between each man. There are about eight in all. Four are up in the
rafters. Two are on the roof. And two more are standing in the middle
of the warehouse. All of them feel cold except one of the men on the
roof. He feels warm and not gross.”

“Okay, then.” For some odd reason, Remy believed Gigi. He

squeezed Gigi’s hands then dropped them as he stood to his feet. “It
seems we have a party waiting to welcome us to Nebular Nine, boys.
Be ready for them.”

“You believe me?” Gigi whispered.
Remy glanced back, surprised by the shock making Gigi’s face

white. He cupped his hand around that beautiful face and smiled. “Of
course I believe you, angel.”

“No one’s ever believed me before.”
“Well, I do.”
“Me, too,” Crank said, catching Remy’s attention. “I can see them

now on my scanner, and they are directly where your little angel said
they’d be—all eight of them.”

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“Damn!” Remy rubbed the back of his neck. “We have surprise

on our side, boys. We can go in, but you know what we’re facing. Is
our cargo worth it?”

“We really need those parts, Remy,” Tank said. “The engines

need a tune-up worse than I do. She’s a good ship, but even she needs
her hair curled every once in a while.”

Remy glanced around the room at the rest of his men. “Do you all

agree?”

They all nodded.
“Okay then, we go in. Tank, plot us a course that will bring us

behind them. Landing out of sight won’t be an option once we hit the
wastelands. They’ll see us coming a mile away. I want to go in hard
and fast. We’re going to land, get our cargo, and get the hell out of
there.”

“What about me?” Gigi asked.
“You’re my ace in the hole, angel.” Remy walked over to a side

panel near the door and grabbed a personal communicator. He walked
back over and placed it on Gigi’s ear. “This will let you speak directly
to any of us. If your gut changes at all, I want you to let us know. I
believe you might be able to see things that we can’t.”

Gigi looked stunned, as if he had never considered that someone

might believe him. His mouth hung open a little, but he nodded in
quick bursts as his eyes widened, making them dominate his face.

“I want you to stay here on the ship. Tank will keep you safe until

I get back, and then we can go make dinner together.”

Gigi wrinkled his nose. “Mooing cow?”
Remy chuckled. “Or clucking chicken.”
Gigi giggled, the reaction Remy was looking for. Remy patted his

hand then walked back over to his chair. He sent a small wink to Gigi
then turned to face the vid-screen, praying he wasn’t making the
biggest mistake of his life by landing.

“Okay, Tank, bring us in.”

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Chapter 5

When the retractable ramp lowered, Crank was the first to exit.

His cougar senses were picking up the scents Gigi had claimed were
there. Luckily, he had a few surprises for these assholes. He patted his
vest, feeling the RK05s sitting snuggly where he had put them. Just
one of those babies would blow the entire warehouse up, and Crank
planned on leaving a few behind as a thank you for fucking us over
gift.

Colt was the next to exit, his high-powered blaster cocked on his

shoulder and ready for business. Crank was pretty sure Colt was the
best damn sniper this side of the galaxy. It didn’t hurt that Colt loved
showing off his skills. Besides, it was customary to have a blaster
aimed when engaging in black market deals, so these jerks wouldn’t
think anything of it if they happened to spot him.

Crank blocked Colt’s exit with his body as the hawk shifter slid to

the side of the ship and climbed on top, lying flat behind one of the
deflector shields. Hell, they had a few aimed at them right now. Crank
could feel it in his bones.

Blade exited strapped with more knives than a Ginsu factory. The

man was a beast when it came to hand-to-hand combat. Throw some
knives in there and the enemy didn’t have a chance. He’d saved
Crank’s ass more than once.

Remy walked out last, taking up the lead and walking straight into

the heart of the trap, acting casual, as though he wasn’t aware of what
was going on. Crank loved that about their commander. He might feel
fear, but no one looking at him would ever know.

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“Borjan, glad you could make our meeting.” Remy stuck his hand

out as Crank scanned the area. They all had their personal
communicators on and working. Still, there were things a good pair of
eyes could spot that a communicator couldn’t.

“The two on the roof are moving in closer,” Colt’s voice warned

over the com link.

“Why do you look so surprised, Commander? A deal is a deal.”

Borjan’s smile was cold, and his eyes were empty and dark. “Now, if
you’ll follow me inside, we can conduct our business.”

Crank and Blade followed Remy inside the warehouse. Crank’s

eyes immediately looked up for the four in the rafters. And there they
were, sitting snuggly and out of sight, or so they thought.

“Get out of there!” Gigi’s voice sounded panicked over the com

links. “They have more moving in behind the warehouse. They’ll be
there in ten minutes or less.”

Well then, they needed to get this meeting done and over within

five  minutes tops. There was no way they were leaving here empty-
handed.  Crank was pretty sure their lady  wouldn’t  make it back to
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“Show me what you have.” Remy didn’t waste any time on

pleasantries.

Crank knew like everyone else that they had to buy and run. It

couldn’t be considered rude since all of this was under that radar
anyways.

“Why the rush?” Borjan asked as he walked slowly to the back of

the warehouse. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you, Commander.
Can’t we catch up on old times?”

“We don’t have any old times,” Remy bit out. “Let’s see what you

have, or I’m walking.”

“Very well,” Borjan sighed but still walked slower than Crank’s

dead cat.

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Crank was starting to get a funny vibe, like their time was even

less than Gigi predicted. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up.
He knew they were being watched, but this was something more.

Blade must have read his mind because he grabbed Borjan in

under a nanosecond. “He dies if any of you assholes so much as
twitch a finger,” Blade snapped as he grabbed his knife and held it to
the slimy fucker’s throat.

Crank blinked then pulled his phaser. Apparently he wasn’t the

only one feeling the vibe. Everything after that happened in a rush.
Crank rushed past Borjan and planted a couple of the RK05s. Remy
shot forward and grabbed the case they needed to repair the ship.
Crank joined Blade as they backed away with Borjan shielding them.
Crank tossed the credits on the floor of the warehouse. They may be
engaging in black market deals, but the Elite Force weren’t pricks.
They paid for whatever they needed. They weren’t a bunch of thieves.

“You won’t get away with this.” Borjan growled at them.

“There’s a huge bounty on your heads, and sooner or later you won’t
be able to use force to get away. I plan on being the one to collect.
Just so you know.”

Crank watched Blade yank the son of a bitch back towards the

ship. He nodded when he saw Colt slide back down and aim his
blaster at the warehouse. Crank could see that everyone knew they
were up shit creek, and they were getting the hell out of there.

“Move,” the hawk shifter shouted as they neared the retractable

ramp.

Once the crew was on board, Blade shoved Borjan to the ground

and waved bye-bye as the ramp closed. Tank had them in the air in
less than ten seconds, phasers shooting at their hull. Crank ran toward
the bridge right along with everyone else.

“Get us the hell out of here,” Remy shouted as he ran onto the

bridge. “And fix her before we end up sitting ducks in space.”

“Give me just a second, Commander.” Crank rushed over to the

vid-screen and pushed the button in his hand. “Three, two, one…yes!”

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Crank shouted, dancing around as the warehouse went up in a blaze of
explosions.

Crank grinned as the mushroom cloud that used to be the

warehouse faded from sight. He turned to take the case from Remy. “I
love things that go boom.” He chuckled as he carried the case off the
bridge.

What a fucking rush.

* * * *

Gigi wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do. Everyone was

working on their assigned jobs, and he was sitting on his ass,
twiddling his thumbs. He loved the way the crew came together and
worked like a well-oiled machine. He just wanted to be a part of that.

Gigi unsnapped his buckle and slid from his seat. He approached

Remy slowly as he watched the crew working on the lady, and Tank
navigated them as far away from Nebular Nine as possible.

“Can I help?” he asked Remy. Remy spun his seat around and

patted his thighs. That wasn’t what Gigi had in mind, but he took a
seat nonetheless. He’d never say no to being cuddled in Remy’s lap.
He wasn’t that dumb. “I’d like to help.”

“You’ve been a big help already, Gigi.”
“You know what I mean. Give me something to do.” Gigi’s eyes

narrowed when Remy wiggled his eyebrows. “Not that. I mean real
work. Something that doesn’t involve my ass and your cock.”

Remy chuckled. “You really want to pitch in?”
Gigi nodded enthusiastically.
“Cook the guys a good home-cooked meal, something hearty for

growing boys.”

“How is that helping?”
“Have you seen the slop we eat? Believe me, it would help.”
Gigi didn’t see how, but he was willing to do it. It wasn’t like he

knew how to repair the hull or work on the diagnostics system. He

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wouldn’t even know what to look for unless there was a huge hole in
front of him.

Gigi braved giving Remy a quick kiss then jumped off his lap and

ran through the ship until he reached the mess hall. He figured out
what he would make and how much of each ingredient he would need
then walked over to the dilapidated food replicator.

Gigi mentally crossed his fingers as he tapped in what he needed

on the punch pad. The replicator came on with a shudder. Gigi
jumped back when it began to sputter and spark. White creamy liquid
started pouring out of it. When the liquid hit the floor, it began to
swell and bubble. It coagulated into a foam-like substance and began
to grow quickly.

Gigi squeaked and ran. “Remy!” he screamed at the top of his

lungs as he ran right back the way he’d come not moments before. He
could hear the replicator whizzing behind him as he ran down the
corridor and up the stairs to the command deck.

“Remy!”
“What?” Remy shouted as he ran off the bridge and into the

corridor. He caught Gigi in his arms and looked around for the
danger. “What is it, angel?”

“The replicator tried to eat me.”
Gigi rolled his eyes when Remy blinked down at him.
“The replicator tried to eat you?”
Gigi nodded rapidly and pointed down the corridor.
Remy sighed and set Gigi aside. He started down the corridor,

Gigi right on his heels. Gigi stopped when they reached the doors to
the mess hall. He bounced nervously from foot to foot as he bit his
bottom lip.

“Maybe you shouldn’t go in there,” Gigi said. “Maybe you should

get Tank or something.” Tank was even bigger than Remy. He could
stop a spaceship takeoff.

“Gigi, the replicator is not going to hurt me.”

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Remy opened the door and stepped inside. The next thing Gigi

knew, Remy slipped and went down in the white foam. His heart
thundered in his chest as Remy totally disappeared from sight.

“Tank!” Gigi screamed at the top of his lungs as he went running

down the corridor again. Gigi grunted when he ran around a corner
and right into Tank. He bounced back and fell on his butt.

“What’s the hurry, Gigi?”
“The food replicator ate Remy.”
Tank’s eyebrows shot up. “Excuse me?”
Gigi jumped to his feet and grabbed Tank’s hand then yanked him

down the corridor toward the mess hall. He stopped again when he
reached the two large metal doors and pointed.

“The food replicator tried to eat me. Remy went in, and now he’s

gone.” Tank started to step forward, but Gigi grabbed his hand. “Wait,
shouldn’t you have some sort of weapon?”

“I’m sure I’ll be fine, Gigi.”
Gigi bit his lip and started bouncing again as Tank opened the

door and stepped inside. Gigi caught just a blink of white and Tank
was gone, swallowed up by whatever was in the room.

Gigi wasn’t taking any chances this time. “Colt! Crank! Blade!”

He shouted as loud as he could as he backed away from the mess hall
doors. “Help! Emergency! Help!”

The three large men came running from every direction with their

phasers drawn. Gigi just pointed. Colt frowned as he went in first,
Crank and Blade hot on his heels. Dread began to fill Gigi when they
disappeared the same way Remy and Tank had.

Now it was just him. He was the only one left to save everyone

from the food replicator. And he didn’t have a clue what to do. Gigi
chewed on his thumbnail for a moment until an idea hit him.

He ran back down the corridor to the small storage closet just

outside the living quarters. He remembered seeing rope in there when
Remy had pulled out the personal communicator for him to use. Gigi
grabbed the rope and raced back to the mess hall.

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He tied one end around the bulkhead and the other end around his

waist. If he got lost inside the room of white foam, at least he’d be
able to find his way back. He hoped. Gigi drew in a deep breath for
courage then stepped inside the mess hall.

He was met by a large wall of white foam. Gigi dropped down to

his knees and started searching the floor for Remy and his men. Fear
filled his chest and made his heart thunder. He had to save Remy. Oh
yeah, and the crew.

“Remy? Are you alive?”
“Gigi?”
“Remy?” Gigi sat up and searched the blinding whiteness for his

man. “Remy, where are you?”

“Just follow the sound of my voice, angel. I’m right over here.”
Gigi started crawling, moving faster and faster toward Remy’s

voice. “Remy?”

“I’m here, angel, just a little farther.”
Gigi felt a thick muscular leg. He grabbed onto it and followed it

up until he could see someone’s face. “You’re not Remy.”

Tank chuckled. “No, little one, I’m not.”
“Where’s Remy?”
“Killing the replicator.”
Gigi frowned. “I told you the replicator was trying to eat Remy.”
“And next time, I’ll believe you.” Tank chuckled as he wiped

foam from his forehead. “Trust me.”

“Is anyone else alive?”
“I’m here,” Crank called out from somewhere to Gigi’s left.
“I’m lost,” Colt said from behind Gigi.
“I can’t see a thing,” Blade said, “so I’m not sure where I am.”
The whizzing noise suddenly stopped, and the room went silent.

Gigi gripped Tank’s arm a little tighter. “That’s really creepy,” he
whispered.

“I think Remy killed it,” Tank whispered back.
“Angel?” Remy called out.

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“I’m here.”
A moment later, Gigi felt Remy’s arms wrap around him. He

leaned back into the man’s strong embrace, tilting his head back to
look up at Remy. “Does anyone deliver this far out in space?”

* * * *

Remy stepped out of the shower, wondering how he managed to

get the white foam from out of his ears, not to mention his
unmentionables. It was going to take days, maybe months, to clean
the mess hall up.

There had to be a better way to get things repaired around here

besides duct tape and a paperclip. That little trick wasn’t working
anymore. Remy shuddered as he thought about how he had to kill the
mechanical beast and save everyone. That was something he didn’t
want to do ever again.

“Are you all clean, angel?” he called into the shower. Gigi had

tried to fool around while they were in there, and Remy was all for it,
until he found white foam in…he shuddered.

“As clean as I’m going to get. Next time you guys will believe me

when I say an appliance is trying to eat me.”

Remy chuckled as he ran his towel over Gigi’s wet hair. “I have to

say, some of the strangest things come out of your mouth, and the
scary part is that they’re always true.”

Gigi tapped his index finger against his temple. “A broken brain

always knows.”

Remy’s hands stilled, the towel in mid-stroke as he stared down at

his mate. “Why would you think your brain is broken, angel?” Remy
didn’t think he had ever heard anyone refer to their brain as being
broken before. What exactly did his mate mean? Remy didn’t think
Gigi’s brain was broken. It was brilliant in his opinion.

“Nothing,” Gigi replied as he curled his lips in and stared down at

his fidgeting hands.

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Remy set the towel down and grabbed Gigi’s hands. “Talk to me,

angel. I told you before that you can talk to me about anything. What
did you mean when you said your brain was broken?” Remy’s chest
tightened when he saw the tears Gigi was fighting hard to hide from
him.

“I just think differently from everyone else, that’s all.”
Somehow Remy knew that wasn’t all of it, but he wasn’t going to

push his mate if Gigi wasn’t ready to tell him. Remy led his mate
from the bathroom and over to his bed. He took a seat and then pulled
Gigi down next to him.

“I’m not going to pressure you into telling me anything you don’t

want to, but I want you to remember that you are safe on this ship.”

Gigi nodded as he twined his fingers together. “Okay, cool, can

we change the subject?”

Remy didn’t want to, but he pushed the matter aside for now. He

would get to the bottom of Gigi’s angst one way or another.

“What subject are we changing it to, angel?” Remy really liked

the gleam in Gigi’s eyes. His mate gave him a wicked grin as he
scooted back on the bed.

“I’ll give you three guesses, but I’m sure you’ll only need one.”

Gigi teased as he palmed his thickening cock.

“Politics?” Remy did a little teasing of his own.
“Remy!” Gigi pouted as his thumb rubbed over the mushroomed

head, the glistening pre-cum smearing all around.

Remy could feel his canines lengthening as he scented his mate’s

essence flowing from his body. He growled low in his chest as he
climbed onto the bed and dipped his head, his tongue swiping across
his mate’s cock and fingers, lapping up the clear liquid and moaning
his approval.

“Y–you guessed correctly.” Gigi groaned and spread his legs

open. “Now you get the prize.”

“Prize,” Remy parroted then he wrapped his lips around his

mate’s cock. He circled his tongue around Gigi’s cock, giving a

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prolonged lick down the side and then back up the other. Gigi groaned
and slid further onto his back.

The sultry groans that spilled from Gigi’s mouth had Remy’s cock

growing and thickening, ready to make his angel shout to the stars. It
was a symphony to Remy’s ears as his tongue elongated, wrapping
around Gigi’s cock.

“R–Remy, how did you do that?”
Remy’s chuckle was deep as his tongue slid around Gigi’s shaft

before lowering to his mate’s sac. Remy loved having three forms. He
was able to make any part of his body grow at will, including his
tongue. It was something he had been dying to show his little angel.

“Who cares? Just don’t stop.” Gigi hooked his hands behind his

knees and pulled his legs to his chest, his head thrashing from side to
side as little mewling sounds escaped his lips.

Remy let his saliva drip down Gigi’s balls and watched as it

trailed to his puckered hole. His tongue lapped at his mate’s sac and
cock as he reached under him and stroked his own hardened shaft. He
was trying to go slow, he really was, but he had a feeling it was a
losing battle.

“If you treat me like spun glass I’m going to kick you right out of

this bed, Remy,” his angel threatened.

Sir, yes, sir, Remy thought with a chuckle. He reared back and

then planted his knees right behind Gigi’s thighs.

“Be careful what you ask for, angel,” he warned as he lined his

ten-inch cock up to Gigi’s hole. “Because you just might get it.” He
pushed through the barrier on his last word, bottoming out in one
thrust.

“Next time. I’ll remember that next time,” Gigi cried out as his

fists grabbed the sheets.

Remy stilled, fearing his little show of power actually hurt his

angel.

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“If you don’t move, you’re going back in with the foam,” Gigi bit

out between clenched teeth. There was a raw desperation in Gigi’s
voice that Remy couldn’t deny.

Remy let the breath he was holding out of his lungs as he took his

mate with quick, deep thrusts. Each thrust was more vigorous than the
last. Remy dropped to his arms as he licked a long path from one side
of Gigi’s neck to the other. His mate turned his head, giving Remy
what he was after.

Remy sank his canines into the heady flesh, feeling the bond

between them growing. Wolf shifters bit their mates during sex to
show dominance, but it also strengthened their bond each time the
practice was done. It would get to the point that he and Gigi would
feel as one.

They would know each other’s thoughts and what they were

feeling. It also marked Gigi, giving him Remy’s scent. No other
shifter would dare approach his mate. Not with Remy’s scent
broadcasting from Gigi’s skin.

Remy growled as he licked the wound, sealing it as his head fell

back and a roar echoed throughout their quarters. His hand wrapped
around Gigi’s cock, milking it until Gigi was crying out his name.

Remy lifted his hand as he gasped for breath and licked his mate’s

seed until his hand was once again clean. He couldn’t get enough of
how magnificent his mate tasted. Remy pulled his softening cock free
as he stretched out beside his mate. Gigi looked dazed, his eyes
glazed over and a big grin on his face.

“Since you came first,” Gigi murmured, “you can clean up the

mess hall.”

Remy groaned as his head dropped to the pillow. What good was

it to be commander if he couldn’t command his men to clean the mess
hall for him? Remy snickered to himself as he drifted off to sleep, his
angel cuddled next to him.

* * * *

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Colt stood on the spaceport as he looked over the inventory pad.

He chuckled when he saw Gigi had added a long grocery list to his
errands. The main purpose here was to obtain the explosive charges
Crank needed so they could all get paid.

“Everything in order?” Krull asked Crank.
“Looks like it. I’ll have this chest carried onto my ship,” he said as

he paid for the explosive charges. Crank nodded, and Blade and Colt
lifted the chest and carried it onboard. He and Krull shook hands as
Crank walked away in search of the items on Gigi’s list.

He entered the food market area, stands crowding every street.

The smells were delicious, but the crowd made him antsy. After what
Borjan said back on Nebular Nine, Crank wasn’t too thrilled to be out
in public where he was exposed to anyone’s bullshit. Any asshole out
here with half a brain would jump at the chance to collect the bounty
on their heads.

Crank knew there was a price on their heads, but he hadn’t

realized it was so high that even their clients were trying to turn them
in to collect. They dealt with a cutthroat crowd, but there should be
some kind of honor. At least the Elite Force used honor in their
dealings. Too bad everyone else didn’t.

Crank didn’t care what century, species, or planet it was, credits

were the root of all evil.

He touched the inventory pad to check off what he’d already

bought as he purchased the things on Gigi’s list. It got to the point that
he couldn’t carry the packages any longer without the pile threatening
to topple over.

Crank spotted a young man with blue skin standing by one of the

stalls. “Hey, you, come over here.” The young man ran over to Crank,
an expectant look on his thin, blue face. From the rags he was
wearing, Crank knew he was an End of the Line vagrant. “I’ll give
you five credits if you take these groceries back to my ship for me.”

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The young man’s face lit up at the amount Crank was offering.

“Yes, sir.”

Crank gave him the loading dock number and handed the

packages off to the eager guy. But before the vagrant could take off,
Crank snarled a warning. “If you’re thinking about stealing my food,
believe me when I say I can track you to the edge of the universe.”

The man shook his head. “I may be a vagrant, but I’m not a thief.

And if you haven’t figured it out yet, we’re at the End of the Line.
You know…” The man waved his hand around. “The edge of the
universe.”

“Don’t forget about the point beyond here, brat,” Crank warned as

he held up his hand with the missing pinky. He had to hold back a
grin. The guy had balls, he’d give him that.

The vagrant gulped as his face paled, gripping the packages

tightly. “I’ll be heading to your ship now.”

Crank nodded and stepped aside for the guy to do what he was

paid to do. His arms felt lighter as Crank finished checking off the
list. By the time he was done, his arms were full again.

“Gigi better be one hell of a cook to go through all of this

trouble,” Crank grumbled as he walked back toward his ship.

“Excuse me. Aren’t you one of the crew members on the Lady

Blue?”

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Chapter 6

Gigi smiled as he watched the blue man stack groceries on the

shelves in the kitchen. The man was meticulous, which was an
interesting trait in one so young. He was currently stacking stuff on
the shelf in alphabetical order. Gigi couldn’t get over the fact that the
man’s skin was really blue.

He knew Crank had asked the man to bring the groceries to the

ship, but after seeing the sad state of the man’s clothing, Gigi decided
to throw in a few more credits if the man would help put the groceries
away.

“Is this everything?” the man asked as he turned to look at Gigi,

the empty bag held in his hands.

“You tell me.” Gigi chuckled as he took the bag. “You brought

the stuff here.”

“This is everything that man gave me.”
“Then I guess that’s it then.”
“Is there anything else you’d like me to do?”
Gigi arched an eyebrow. “Can you cook or clean?”
The young man rubbed his hands together as he looked around the

kitchen. “I can clean.”

“You’re hired.”
The man’s eyebrows shot up. “Hired?”
Gigi grinned at the astonished look on the young man’s face. He

stepped forward and held out his hand. “Hi, I’m Gigi. This is my
kitchen.”

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“Uh, hey.” A blue hand clasped Gigi’s pale one. “I’m

Pax…er…Paxton Chambers.” The thin material of the man’s shirt
moved when he shrugged. “I prefer Pax.”

“Hi, Pax.” Gigi grinned. “Do you have family, Pax?”
Pax’s dark eyebrows furrowed. “What does that have to do with

cleaning?”

Gigi quickly held up his hands. “Nothing, nothing, I was just

wondering if there was any reason why you couldn’t leave End of the
Line. Do you have obligations here that would prevent you from
leaving?”

“No.”
“Are you interested in a job aboard a spaceship? I can’t offer you

a lot of credits, but you will have free room and board.”

“My own room?”
“Yes.”
Gigi could see the hesitancy in Pax. He wanted the job, and he

wanted it bad, but he was also cautious. Gigi wasn’t exactly sure how
to reassure the man. Something told Gigi that having Pax onboard
would be a good thing. Gigi wanted to make it happen.

“What would my duties be?” Pax asked.
“Mostly cleaning. I cook for five very large crewmembers. That

means a lot of dirty dishes. I could use the help. A few other duties
might come up like helping keep the ship together and in working
order.”

“But I’d have my own room?”
“Yes.” Gigi frowned. Pax seemed to be hanging on that one point.

Realization suddenly dawned on Gigi as Pax chewed on his bottom
lip, and he wanted to rip something apart. “You will be assigned your
own room with a lock on it. No one will be allowed access without
your permission except the commander.”

“The commander?” Pax’s face paled to a translucent blue.
“His name is Remy.” Gigi waved his hand around in the air. “This

is his ship. He has access to every room on the ship, but he won’t

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enter your quarters unless it’s an emergency. He certainly won’t enter
your room for anything else.”

Gigi crossed his arms over his chest and narrowed his eyes at

Pax’s pensive look. “And the commander belongs to me. Lay a finger
on him, and I’ll push you out an airlock.”

Pax’s face flushed, and a small twitter of laughter came from him.

“Understood.”

Gigi smiled. “So, do you want the job?”
“Are you sure it’s okay?”
“This is my kitchen,” Gigi said. “If I want to hire someone to help

me, then I will. Besides, they aren’t about to argue with me. They like
their home-cooked meals too much.”

“Can’t they just use a food replicator?”
“We don’t use food replicators on this ship.” Gigi growled. And

they never would again if Gigi had anything to say about it. He
refused to be eaten by an appliance.

Pax’s eyes widened. “Okay.”
Gigi flushed. He hated food replicators, but there was no reason to

take it out on Pax. “I’m sorry. I had a bad experience with a food
replicator recently. Damn thing tried to eat me.”

Pax frowned, looking confused. “They can do that, I guess.”
Gigi chuckled. “Come on, I’ll go introduce you to the commander,

and then we can get you settled. Is there anything you need to go get?
I’m not sure how long we’ll be here, so if there is, you need to go get
it.”

“No, not really.” Pax shrugged, glancing away. “Don’t have

much.”

“Yeah, I didn’t either when I joined up, just a bag.”
“That’s more than I have,” Pax snorted.
Gigi watched Pax as they walked down the corridor toward the

bridge. The man wasn’t too much taller than him, maybe a couple of
inches. He had wavy black hair that seemed to curl around his face,
the bangs hanging down over his eyes as if to hide them from

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everyone. Gigi couldn’t imagine why. Pax’s eyes were the most vivid
blue he had ever seen. They were the perfect match for his pale blue
skin.

Gigi saw Pax fall back when they reached the bridge. He hovered

around the entrance as Gigi walked in. Gigi immediately searched the
room until his eyes landed on the sex god he sought. He smiled and
made his way over to his mate.

“Remy.” Just seeing Remy made Gigi feel better. He wrapped his

arms around the gorgeous shifter and leaned his head against Remy’s
back. “Missed you.”

Remy chuckled and reached back to pat Gigi’s side. “It’s only

been a couple of hours, angel. You saw me at breakfast.”

“Still missed you.”
Gigi stood up on his tiptoes to receive the kiss he knew was

coming when Remy turned around. Remy always kissed him.
Personally, Gigi thought his wolf was a little addicted to kissing.
Luckily, Gigi had no problem with that. He might be addicted
himself.

“Did you get everything packed away, angel?” Remy asked when

he raised his head a few moments later.

“Uh, yeah.” Gigi bit his lip and glanced over his shoulder. “And I

hired someone to help me in the kitchen.”

Remy’s eyebrows shot up. A low growl began to rumble in his

chest when he looked up and saw Pax standing by the door. “You
hired someone?”

Gigi nodded.
“Without talking to me first?”
Gigi leaned in close. “We need him, Remy. I don’t know why. I

just know we do.”

Remy stared for a moment then looked down, his eyebrows

drawing together as he frowned. “Are you sure, angel?”

Gigi nodded again. “I’m sure.”

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“All right, if you say so, but I still want him checked out.” Remy

glanced back up at Pax. “He could use a bath and a fresh set of
clothes, too.”

“I told him he’d have his own room, Remy.” Gigi swallowed

hard. “It’s important to him.”

“I’m sure we can arrange something.”
Gigi’s heart thumped hard in his chest as he gazed up at Remy.

“Thank you for believing me.”

“I’ll always believe you, angel.” Remy smiled and tapped the end

of Gigi’s nose with his finger. “Now, let’s go meet your new friend.”

Gigi turned and gestured to the frightened-looking man. “Pax, this

is the commander, Remy. Remy, this is Pax, my new kitchen
assistant.”

* * * *

Pax could feel his lips trembling as he smiled at the biggest person

he had ever seen. He felt like he was shaking all of the way down to
his toes. He couldn’t remember ever being this scared. And yet, he
felt safe at the same time. He couldn’t explain it, but he did.

“Hi,” he said then swallowed hard when the large man’s smoky

grey eyes landed on him again. Damn, the guy was big.

“Welcome aboard, Pax.” The commander smiled at him but didn’t

try to shake his hand.

Pax wasn’t sure if he was relieved or disappointed. He wanted to

be a part of this crew, but he couldn’t figure out why. Pax backed up
to the wall when two  other men appeared on the bridge. Maybe he
should have thought this through before agreeing  to take the job.
Large men were just plain scary.

Pax stepped to the side when one of the men came too close. He

watched the guy closely, making sure his hands didn’t breach his
personal space. The man smiled at him and then stepped back.

“I’m Tank, the pilot.”

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Pax ran his hand over his tattered shirt before shaking the

proffered hand. “Pax. I’m  the new kitchen assistant.”  He leaned in
closer and whispered. “I get my own room.”  He jumped when Tank
let out a booming laugh.

“That’s a good thing. Welcome aboard, Pax.” Tank chuckled as he

took a seat at the helm.

Pax stood there waiting for Gigi to tell him something or give him

something to do. He didn’t want to go wandering around the ship
when he didn’t know everyone—although he was dying to explore.

“Gigi will show you around,” the commander said before walking

away.

Pax stared at his large back for a moment before remembering

Gigi’s warning. He quickly diverted his eyes. It wasn’t that he was
interested in Remy. He was just amazed at how large the commander
was—how large all of them were.

Pax gave the crew members a wide berth as he hurried to follow

Gigi. His eyes rounded as they walked down the corridors. It wasn’t a
big ship, but big enough to get lost in if you didn’t know your way
around. Pax would have to learn his way around.

“Remy is going to get you situated with a room.”
“With a lock,” Pax reminded him.
“With a lock,” Gigi confirmed.
Pax was wondering if he was still sleeping because this couldn’t

honestly be real. He’d never been offered a job before. Not like this
one. He hoped they didn’t fire him and drop him off on the closest
planet. Not too many people liked being around him with his quirks,
and he hoped these men had a lot of patience.

He wasn’t going to get too comfortable right now. Why bother if

they were going to dump him somewhere when he eventually didn’t
live up to the crew’s expectations? Until then, as long as he had his
locked room, he could handle anything else.

For now.

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* * * *

Remy watched Gigi and Pax leave the bridge. He wasn’t so sure

about having a stranger onboard, but his mate hadn’t been wrong yet.
Gigi may have said they needed him here, but Remy was still going to
keep an eye on him.

He glanced up and frowned when Crank stormed in, spotted him,

and then walked straight toward him. Crank always had a glow on his
face when visiting End of the Line—until now. Remy thought it was
due to visits at the local brothel, but he was never sure. What puzzled
him was the angry look on his demo expert’s face.

Remy straightened when Crank approached. “What’s up?”
Crank ran his hand over his jaw as he stared around the bridge. “I

found out why there’s a big bounty on our heads.”

This got Remy’s full attention. “Go on.” None of them knew why

they had such a large bounty on them. All they knew was that they
did, which was strange considering they had been moving around in
this sector of space for more than a decade without any trouble—well,
any major trouble anyway.

“Some guy approached me in the market. He says his name is

Drake and he knows Giovanni is riding with us. He had the nerve to
tell me that he would call off the bounty if we returned his property.”

“Did he say what his property was?” Remy had a bad feeling

about this. Somehow he knew he wasn’t going to like whatever Crank
was about to tell him.

“Yeah,” Crank growled. “Gigi.”
A snarl ripped from Remy’s throat. His protective instincts shot to

an all-time high. “And why isn’t he standing here in front of me so
that I can rip out his entrails?” Remy shouted at Crank.

“He slipped into the crowd before I could get my hands on him.

We can find out who he is, though,” Crank said hesitantly.

“How?” Remy snapped. “You let him get away.”
“Ask Gigi.”

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“Tank, take the helm.” Remy growled and stormed off the bridge.

He wanted to know why someone was looking for his angel and why
that someone wanted Gigi back bad enough to put a bounty out on
their heads.

“Gigi!” Remy snapped as he walked into the mess hall.
Gigi’s head popped up, paling when he saw Remy. “What?

What’s wrong?”

“Who’s Drake?” Remy knew Gigi knew who he was talking about

when the man turned white as a sheet and began to back away,
shaking his head. “Gigi?”

“Dra–Drake? He–he’s here?” Gigi whispered. “How did he find

me?”

“Who is he, Gigi?”
Gigi’s eyes were huge, filled with more fear than Remy had ever

seen. “He…he’s my master.”

* * * *

Gigi trembled and backed away when Remy’s eyes turned pitch

black and an unnatural howl ripped from his lips as he shifted. He’d
seen his mate in his shifted form, but this was something new all
together. This was something scary.

“Re–Remy?” Gigi whispered.
He didn’t know this new creature. Remy didn’t look like Remy,

not even in his shifted form. This form was enraged. His claws had
grown to an excessive length, turning black. The fur that covered his
body seemed spikier than soft and luxurious as it normally was.

But the pointed teeth were what scared Gigi the most. Those

weren’t the same fangs that had sunk into his flesh and claimed him.
These sharp canines were meant to rip the flesh off someone’s body.

“Oh shit!” Crank gasped. “He’s gone feral.”
“Everyone get away from Gigi!” Blade shouted as he backed up to

the doorway.

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“Why?” Gigi asked, looking from crew member to crew member.

All of them were looking in his direction as if he had grown a second
head. “What’s going on?”

“Don’t make any sudden movements, Gigi,” Blade said. “Just let

Remy smell you. He needs to make sure you haven’t been claimed by
anyone else. And whatever you do, don’t run!”

Gigi nodded and swallowed hard as Remy stalked him across the

room. There was no reason in Remy’s eyes, no sign of sanity. He had
given himself over completely to his animalistic side. He was nothing
but pure beast.

A low growl rumbled through the room as Remy advanced. Gigi

held his breath as Remy came within a short distance of him. He was
terrified, but he had to believe that the beast standing before him still
held some spark of his mate.

Remy growled again and reached for Gigi. His claws dug into

Gigi’s skin with a painful intensity. Gigi whimpered when Remy
pulled him close and started sniffing at his neck. Remy could rip out
his throat at any moment, and he knew it.

“Remy,” Gigi whispered. He grabbed the fur on the side of

Remy’s face and lifted the man’s head. Gigi swallowed hard at the
insane glint in Remy’s black eyes. “I love you, Remy,” he whispered
then tilted his head back submissively.

Remy growled again then struck. Gigi cried out as the beast’s

sharp teeth sank into his neck. He could feel Remy taking deep
swallows of his blood. For the first time since he’d met Remy, it hurt
rather than brought him pleasure. Gigi grit his teeth and tried not to
pull away as tears of pain welled in his eyes.

Remy’s eyes were a little less intense when he raised his head a

few minute later. Gigi sagged in Remy’s arms and tried not to let his
fear show. He didn’t protest when Remy picked him up, just laid his
head on Remy’s chest.

Remy turned and growled at the others in the room. Gigi stroked

his hand down Remy’s chest to calm the beast. He didn’t know if it

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would do any good, but Remy didn’t attack anyone, so he figured it
worked. He just carried Gigi out of the mess hall and down the
corridor to their quarters.

Gigi didn’t know what would happen when they reached their

quarters, but he was a little confused when Remy carried him into the
room, ripped their clothes off, and then cuddled him on the bed.

He expected to be ravished or bitten again. He didn’t expect Remy

to hold him gently and caress every inch of his body. The tongue
licking was extremely weird, but Gigi could handle his body being
licked from one end to other better than being bitten.

Little by little, Remy began to calm and return to his normal

human-looking self. Gigi breathed a sigh of relief when Remy rubbed
his head against him. Gigi glanced up through his eyelashes, not
knowing what he’d find—insane beast or loving mate. He was almost
afraid to find out.

Remy’s eyebrows furrowed as he stroked his hand down the side

of Gigi’s face. “Tell me about Drake.”

* * * *

“Shit!” Blade pushed his hand through his hair as relief rushed

through him. “I thought he was going to kill us all.”

“I’ve never seen him lose control like that before,” Crank said.

“That was some scary shit.”

“If Gigi hadn’t been here we all would have been dead,” Tank

said.

“If Gigi hadn’t been here,” Crank snapped as he stomped across

the room and plopped down at a metal table, “we wouldn’t have been
in this position in the first place. Remy went nuts because of Gigi.”

Blade frowned. He didn’t like how Crank was blaming this all on

Gigi. The man was odd, but he was still one of the crew. “Remy went
nuts because he thought his territory was being threatened, nothing
more.”

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“Right!” Crank snarled and waved his hand toward the double

metal doors. “And Gigi is his territory.”

“Uh…I thought Gigi was the commander’s mate,” Pax said.
Blade swung around to look at the new crew member. The man

looked scared to death. Blade couldn’t blame him. Seeing the
commander go feral wasn’t something he ever wanted to experience
again.

He knew shifters had possessive instincts, but he’d never seen

anyone go so crazy over his mate before. Blade knew he had searched
for his mate just as much as Remy had, but he hoped he never went
nuts over him. A mate met a need. They should never become so
important that they ruled one’s actions.

“Gigi is the commander’s mate, but Gigi put himself in a position

where Remy’s claim on him was threatened.” Blade pointed toward
the door the two men had just gone through. “What you just saw was
Remy reclaiming his mate.”

“He won’t hurt Gigi, will he?”
Blade shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ve never seen the commander

like this before.”

“Well, shouldn’t someone go check?” Pax asked.
“Be my guest.” Blade snickered. “I’m not going near their

quarters until they come out and I know it’s safe. I’m not that stupid.”

Pax’s eyebrows drew together. He chewed on his thumb for a

moment as he looked toward the doors. When he looked back at
Blade, he seemed worried. “Someone should—”

“Mine!”
Blade swung around to see Colt standing in the doorway. The

man’s natural blue eyes had turned dark. Sharp talons grew from his
fingertips as he gazed across the room at Pax. The corner of Colt’s lip
started to curl back as he growled.

Blade stiffened as Colt screeched and started across the room

toward Pax.

“Mine!”
“Shit!” Blade rolled his eyes. “Not again.”

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Chapter 7

Remy nuzzled his face against his angel’s head as his breathing

came back under control. The mere thought of Drake or anyone else
touching Gigi had made Remy want to kill everyone within ten feet of
his mate.

“Are you back?” Gigi asked as he tensely turned over in Remy’s

arms.

Remy could see the fear in his angel’s eyes, and he wanted to

comfort the man, but he needed to get to the bottom of things first.

“How did you end up with a master, Gigi?” Remy asked as he

rolled to his back and laced his fingers behind his head.

Gigi having a master was disturbing. You had to have either sold

yourself or your family had to have sold you before your legal age,
delivering you the day you turned legal. He could feel his claws
beginning to lengthen again as anger filled him. Either answer was
going to set him off, and Remy knew it.

When his mate didn’t answer him, Remy glanced down at his

mate’s frozen form. His angel wasn’t moving so much as one tiny
muscle. “Angel?”

“My family,” a soft whisper floated up to him.
Remy closed his eyes. His jaw was clenched so tight that he swore

he was going to crack a few back teeth. How the hell could a family
sell off one of its own members? Remy would never understand
family ties considering he had been an only child with a single parent
raising him. He wasn’t close with his dad. In fact, his father had
turned his back on Remy when he was nixed from the service. His
father was an ambassador in the Federation of the United Planets and

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couldn’t bear the shame his son brought upon the family name.
Whatever.

He didn’t have warm fuzzy feelings when he thought of family,

and Gigi only cemented his belief that family sucked. His crew was
different. They were a different breed that would fight by his side and
die for each other. That was what family was all about.

“I’m sorry that your family members were such assholes,” Remy

offered.

Gigi stiffened and then raised his head up and glared at Remy.

“You don’t know them well enough to call them that,” he bit out with
a spark of anger in his eyes.

Remy was floored. “How can you stick up for them if they sold

you? Put two and two together, Gigi, and I can’t even see four. Right
now all I see is zero, which is how your family ranks with me.”

“You don’t know what could have made them do it. So how can

you lie there and judge them?” Gigi rolled from the bed and got to his
feet, his hands fisting at his sides. “Try a little empathy.”

“Empathy?” Remy asked as his mouth hung slightly open in utter

disbelief.  “I’ll show empathy to you, not your family members who
made a few credits off of you.”  He got up from the bed and walked
over to his cupboards, yanking a pair of jeans out and then on.

“You know what?”
“What?” Remy rounded on Gigi and glared at his mate.
“I…you…never mind.”
Gigi stomped from the room, leaving Remy standing there

seething.  How the hell do you defend a family that sold one of their
own?  Remy couldn’t and wouldn’t see the logic behind it. Gigi
needed to wake up and smell the bullshit his family had fed to him.

Remy stormed from the room after his mate. He wanted to know

why his mate could defend those monsters. He walked through the
mess hall and noticed how everyone was staring at each other in
disbelief.

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He ignored his crew as he pushed past the double doors and into

the kitchen. His mate was slamming pots around, his little nostrils
flaring. If he wasn’t so pissed off, it would have been sexy.

No, not sexy, he was mad.
Focus.
“If you come into my kitchen spouting crap, I’m going to knock

you over the head with a frying pan,” Gigi warned as he grabbed a set
of tongs.

Remy backed away from the tongs. Somehow he knew his angel

could turn them into a lethal weapon. “Tell me the truth, angel. You
don’t know why they did it, and that’s what this is all about.”

Gigi slammed another pot onto the stove and then became as still

as a statue, his back to Remy. He waited, giving his mate time to
gather his thoughts. His heart hurt when a slight shrug lifted Gigi’s
shoulders.

“They had to have their reasons,” Gigi said to the stove. “It wasn’t

because they didn’t love me, right?”

Remy’s heart ached as he crossed the room and pressed his chest

into his angel’s back. He wrapped an arm around Gigi’s shoulders as
his mate relaxed back against him. A hand settled on Remy’s hip as
he held his mate.

“To be honest, I can’t tell you why they did it. But I love you.

Remember that, angel.”

Gigi sniffled for a moment then lifted his arm and used his hand to

wipe at his face. “Drake is ruthless. He’s egotistical and looked at me
like the possession he bought. He called me his toy and said that if I
ever tried to run, he’d make me pay dearly. If he’s tracked me down,
then he’ll stop at nothing to get me back. He doesn’t like to lose.”

“Neither do I, angel. I’m not losing my mate, so Drake can kiss

the crew’s collective ass. He’ll have to go through all of us to get to
you.”

Gigi bit his bottom lip as he glanced up at Remy. “Can we change

the subject? For now at least. We’re away from the planet, so we have

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time to relax, right? I can cook everyone dinner, and Pax can help
me.”

Remy bent and kissed his angel on his temple. “I’ll go get him.”

Remy patted Gigi’s ass as he turned on his heel and entered the mess
hall. His crew was still standing there looking stunned. “Relax, it was
just a small misunderstanding,” he explained to his men.

When no one moved, Remy took a closer notice of everyone.

Crank and Blade were looking between Colt and Pax. Pax was
standing off to one side shaking like a leaf, and Colt had his talons
unsheathed. What the hell was going on here?

“Pax, Gigi needs you in the kitchen.” He watched the blue-

skinned man nod his head. His eyes were rounder than dinner plates
as he scooted along the wall toward the kitchen. Colt snarled and took
one step for every one Pax took, not letting distance come between
them.

“Does someone want to tell me what’s going on?” Remy asked as

he watched Colt and Pax do a dance routine until Pax reached the
kitchen door and scurried through it.

“I think Colt picked up a disease on End of the Line. You see

those little feathers sticking out of him.” Crank pointed out as his
fingers did a little whirl in front of him. “Maybe we should put him
down and save Pax the headache.”

“What does Pax have to…oh shit.” Remy groaned.
Just what he didn’t need. The little assistant jumped at his own

shadow from what Remy could see, and Colt was his mate? Colt? The
hawk shifter that had once said that mates were like a Paktillian’s
disease. If you caught it, you died. That Colt?

Now he got to see Pax run, Colt chase, and Gigi stand between the

two of them with a spatula and a set of tongs. If this shit kept up, he
was going to stop docking on planets and save them all a headache.

* * * *

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Gigi sat buckled in his seat as the ship docked. This was a whole

new planet that he’d never seen before. Excitement buzzed through
him at the prospect of getting out and exploring Paktil. He knew
Drake was on the hunt for him, but there was no possible way he
figured out where they were right now.

“Are you going?” Gigi asked Pax excitedly.
“Depends. Have I done a fairly decent job for you?”
Gigi wasn’t sure what Pax was getting at. The man was quirky as

hell and didn’t make sense half the time. But he was going to give
him his dues. “Are you kidding? You’ve done an amazing job helping
me feed these Neanderthals.”

“Hey!” Tank called out to him.
“No offense,” Gigi called back.
“None taken.”
Gigi looked back at Pax. “So, are you coming? You gotta come,

please,” he begged as he dragged out the last word. The blue-skinned
man seemed to live in his quarters if he wasn’t helping in the kitchen,
and Gigi wanted him to get out for a while.

“Okay.” Pax closed one eye slightly. “But you better not leave me

behind.”

Yeah, the man was strange as hell, but Gigi liked him. “Promise,

now come on.” He unbuckled his seat belt when the thrusters became
silent. He had been looking over a Paktillian catalogue and was dying
for this cool set of frying pans he had seen. They could cook a cow
and a chicken at the same time! Okay, maybe not at the same time,
but they were nice and Remy promised to buy the set for him.

Gigi was practically running for the retractable ramp when a hand

landed on his shoulder and pulled him to a stop.

“Slow down, angel. The pans aren’t going anywhere, and you

need to be a little more cautious.”

Gigi rolled his eyes as his body slumped. “Fine,” he blew out. “I’ll

be cautious and slow down,” he tacked on in exasperation. Remy was

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being a mood-killer right now. He didn’t want to slow down. Gigi
wanted those pans.

Remy leaned down and laid a blazing kiss on his lips, leaving Gigi

dizzy as he followed behind his mate. The cloud of lust lifted as they
exited the ship. Gigi shouted and danced around his mate as the music
floated to his ears. It looked to be some kind of festival going on, and
Gigi started doing the Cha-Cha.

Pax walked next to him giggling. The man looked like he wanted

to dance as well, but he didn’t. Too bad, Gigi was having the time of
his life. The crew had to meet someone for a buy, so Tank was their
official guard.

Gigi watched Remy walk off with his crew as he and Pax ran

through the crowd, Tank yelling at them to slow down or he was
going to haul them back to the ship. Not in this lifetime.

They came to a stand that sold Orillian skewers. He bought one

for himself and one for Pax. They smelled delicious. The meat fell
from the skewer as Gigi picked away at it.

Gigi came to a stop when a man shot in front of him, blocking his

way.

“I saw you come off of that ship. You got any screws loose, I’m

your man. Crossed wires? I can uncross them. Let me show you what
I can do.”

“Back the fuck up.” Tank growled as he positioned his body

between the nut job and Gigi. Pax stood slightly behind him, looking
around Gigi with big, curious eyes.

“Hey, dude, I meant no harm. I just asked the guy if he had any

screws loose. By the way, are any of your screws loose? I can fix
them.” He wiggled his brows at Tank. “What’s your lady’s name?”

“The only screws loose around here are yours. Now back the fuck

up,” Tank warned the guy again. This time, Gigi heard venom in
Tank’s warning.

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“They call me Livewire. If there is a live wire exposed…not

really…sorta…anyway, I can fix her. If she has a kink in her back.”
Livewire thrust his hips forward. “I can knock the dust off of her.”

Gigi and Pax giggled as they watched the animated man. Tank,

apparently, didn’t think it was funny. He wasn’t smiling.

“I know how to stroke my Lady Blue,” the pilot bragged as the

three walked away.

Gigi looked over his shoulder. The man was racing to someone

else, obviously running the same line from the way his hips were
moving. He turned to Pax.

“Got any screws loose?” he thrust his hips.
Pax laughed at Gigi, his vivid blue eyes sparkling. He tried not to

stare, but Pax looked good when he laughed. The man needed to do it
more often. The scared look didn’t fit his face like this smile did.

“He’s harmless.”
“How do you know?” Gigi asked as he continued to giggle.
“Because he was blue,” Pax stated matter-of-factly.
Gigi knew the guy was strange, but he didn’t think he was color-

blind. Pax was the one with blue skin. “Uh, no he wasn’t.”

“Yes, he was. The mist around him was blue. That means he was

nice or honorable. I still can’t figure out which,” Pax said like Gigi
was supposed to know what the hell he was talking about.

Gigi laid a gentle hand on Pax’s arm, stopping him from walking.

“What mist?”

Pax shrugged as his eyes darted around the festival. Gigi could tell

Pax had become uncomfortable, but he needed to know. This man
was around his guys, and he needed to make sure his crew was safe.

“What mist, Pax?” he pushed further.
Pax bounced from foot to foot as he wrung his hands. “Everyone

has one. I’m not a freak. Don’t look at me like that. You have one as
well. It’s pink. That tells me that you’re safe, if a little odd.”

“Does the crew have a…mist?”

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Pax nodded. “Remy has a dark blue one that tells me he’s

honorable, or nice. Tank has an orange one that tells me he’s playful.
Crank is yellow, so he’s mischievous, and Blade is green, which
means he’s friendly.”

“What about Colt?”
“Hey, balloons.” Pax took off to a stand close by, dodging Gigi’s

question.

“Uh, okay.” Obviously Pax didn’t want to talk about Colt right

now. Gigi would let it go for now, but he was going to find out what
color Colt was. From what Remy told him, Colt and Pax were mates.
If the hawk shifter didn’t have a good mist, then the crew, or at least
Remy, needed to know.

“You ready to get your pans, angel?” Remy asked as he walked up

behind Gigi. He glanced at Pax, but the man was engrossed in the
balloons.

“Yep.” He smiled up at his mate. “Show me the way.”
Remy chuckled as he laid his hand on the small of Gigi’s back and

guided him through the festival. The music was lively, and everyone
looked like they were having a good time. Gigi jumped for joy when
they came to the merchant stand with his pans sitting out for all to see.
He wanted the dark grey set. They matched his mate’s eyes. Gigi soon
forgot about mists as Remy spoiled him rotten.

* * * *

Pax watched Gigi jump and bounce around as the commander

bought him a set of grey pans. Gigi was really strange. There were
stands with jewelry, clothes made of the finest Trillian silk, treasure
from exotic worlds, and yet a set of pans was what made Gigi
deliriously happy.

It had to be the pink mist surrounding Gigi. Pax had never seen

one so vivid before, and he’d been seeing mists since he was a small

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child. Gigi intrigued him, just not enough to make the commander
angry by standing too close.

Pax would never forget the creature Remy had turned into. It still

had the same misty color, only darker. He hadn’t really been afraid of
the commander, just cautious. The rest of the crew seemed pretty
okay, too, except for Colt. He didn’t have a color.

It was Colt’s lack of color that worried Pax the most. He’d never

met anyone that didn’t have a color mist. Until he knew what it
meant, Pax planned to stay as far away from Colt as he could get—no
matter how much he desired being close to the man.

Pax paid for a balloon then started toward the stand with the pans.

His steps faltered when he realized he couldn’t see Gigi or Remy. Pax
swung around, dread filling him when he didn’t see them.

Panic started to set in when Pax ran through the crowd to try to

find his new friends. He ran and ran and ran. When he couldn’t find
them in the marketplace, Pax ran toward the docking bay. Even if he
lost them, he could wait for them on the ship.

He ignored the angry shouts as he stumbled into person after

person. He had to reach the ship. The ship represented safety, a place
to hide from the world. He swore to himself he’d never leave it again.
He’d lock himself in his room and only come out when he needed to
work. He’d do anything if he just didn’t get left behind—again.

Pax inhaled sharply and dropped to his knees when he reached the

empty space in the docking bay where the Lady Blue should have
been. There was no ship, just a large open area. Tears filled Pax’s
eyes, the balloon escaping his hand as he realized his biggest fear had
come to life, and just when he had started to believe in the dream. He
had been left behind.

Pax sniffled and wiped at his eyes. Fine. He’d been left before. He

could deal with this, really he could. He just couldn’t explain the deep
aching pain in his chest that he felt at never seeing the crew of the
Lady Blue again. He’d never experienced that before.

“Well, well, well, what have we here?”

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Pax jumped when someone grabbed him from behind and yanked

him to his feet. His eyes widened and he shrank back when he got a
good look at the angry black mist surrounding the man holding his
arms. This wasn’t good. The man screamed of pure evil.

“Yes,” the man said as he looked Pax up and down, “I think

you’re just what I’ve been looking for. You’ll be perfect.”

“Perfect?” Pax squeaked. “Perfect for what?”
The man grinned. “Bait.”

* * * *

Gigi hummed to himself, and he pulled each pan out of its

wrapping and carefully set them on the shelf. He was so excited to try
out his new pans that he had promised Remy a special dinner. He’d
even purchased the items he would need before he left the
marketplace.

Gigi grabbed the pans he would need and set them on the counter.

Next, he went to the pantry and pulled out the food items he would
need. He continued to hum a bouncy little tune as he cut vegetables
and added them to a large pot.

He glanced around, knowing he was forgetting something. Gigi

twirled around in a circle then twirled again. What was he missing?

“Pax?” Gigi called out. “Hey, Pax, could you come in here a

minute?”

Gigi paused, frowning when Pax didn’t come into the kitchen. He

called out the man’s name again as he walked into the mess hall.
When there was no answer, Gigi walked out of the mess hall and
down the corridor to the room assigned to Pax.

“Hey, Pax, you in there?” Gigi called out as he knocked on the

door. “Pax?”

Gigi’s confusion began to turn to worry when Pax didn’t answer

him. Something wasn’t right. Gigi turned and hurried down the

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corridor toward the stairs that led to the bridge. He didn’t have access
to Pax’s room unless the man let him in, but someone else did.

“Remy, I think something happened to Pax,” he said as he ran

onto the bridge. “He’s not answering his door, and I can’t find him
anywhere.”

Colt growled and bolted out of the room. Gigi barely jumped out

of the way as the man ran past him. He turned to ask Remy what was
going on, but his mate was running out the door after Colt. Gigi rolled
his eyes and did the same, running after the two men.

He reached Pax’s door just as Remy got it open and Colt pushed

inside. Colt came right back out. Gigi pressed himself against the wall
as the hawk’s rage-filled eyes settled on him for a moment then Colt
was running down the corridor again.

“What the hell?” Gigi whispered as he watched Colt disappear

from sight.

“Pax isn’t in his room,” Remy said as he walked back into the

corridor.

“What do you mean Pax isn’t in his room?” Gigi snapped as he

stepped over and looked into the empty room. “Where the hell is he?”

“I don’t know.” Remy started shaking his head. “But if we don’t

find him, Colt’s going to be trouble.”

“But—”
“If we don’t find Pax, we could lose Colt.”

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Remy rushed to the bridge. They were on a time crunch to get to

Beta Five to get the blast job done that Crank had been hired for, but
they weren’t going to leave a man behind. Pax had to be on the planet.
He was nowhere else on the ship.

“Turn us around, Tank. It seems one of our crew members forgot

to join us.” Remy leaned onto the control panel, staring out into space.
He was angry with himself for not doing a head check before taking
off. Gigi had distracted him with his ramblings and appreciative
thank-yous about his pans.

“Damn it.” The back of his knuckles slammed down onto the

control panels. If something happened to Pax…Remy wasn’t going to
allow negative thoughts in his head right now. The little blue guy was
probably still running around, oblivious to his missing crew.

“Get us docked again so we can find Pax,” Remy commanded as

he walked off the bridge.

If he lost Pax, he lost Colt. This was unacceptable to him. He

hadn’t lost a crew member yet, and he wasn’t about to start now.
Remy walked to the weapons room and strapped a phaser onto his
thigh before walking to the retractable ramp. He raised his hands and
planted them on the wall above his head as he waited for Tank to
land.

Colt stepped up beside him, strapped to the nines as he waited

quietly at Remy’s side. Remy wanted to say something to his sniper,
but what could he say? Sorry we forgot about your mate? That would
be like a slap in the face, so Remy remained quiet.

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When the ship touched down, Remy straightened, waiting for the

ramp to lower. Crank and Blade joined them, all exiting and going on
the hunt for one missing crew member. Remy wanted to curse when
he saw the place had gained an even larger crowd. How hard could it
be to find one little blue man? Apparently pretty hard since they
didn’t see hide nor hair of him.

“Spread out so we can cover more ground. Turn your com links

on. If you find him, let everyone else know right away.” Remy felt
like shit when Colt just walked off, his jaw clenched.

He headed back to the balloon stand he last saw Pax at. “Excuse

me, have you seen a young blue man with thick, wavy black hair and
long bangs that hide his eyes? He has a scar on his left cheek and
stands about five foot seven.”

“Sorry, mister. I’ve gots too many customers to pay attention to

one person.” The vendor apologized. “I’ll keep a lookout for ya. If I
sees him, I’ll tell him he’s being looked for.”

Remy nodded his thanks as he turned around and scanned the

partying crowd. Most people here stood over six feet tall, so finding
him was going to take foot work.

“I saw you come off of that ship. You got any screws loose, I’m

your man. Crossed wires? I can uncross them. Let me show you what
I can do.”

Remy stopped in his tracks and stared down at the nutty-ass man

in front of him. “Get lost,” he growled before sidestepping the
stranger and continuing his search.

The man jumped back in front of Remy. “You looking for the

little blue guy that came here with you?”

Remy grabbed the front of the fucker’s shirt, curling his fingers

around the fabric and lifting the man slightly off of his feet. “Where is
he?” Remy curled his lips back and bared his fangs, letting the
stranger know he wasn’t in the mood to be jerked around.

The man shook his head, seeming unfazed. “Hire me, and I’ll tell

you what I know.”

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“Tell me what you know, and I may not drop your entrails at my

feet.” The threat rumbled from his chest and vibrated in his throat as
they stared each other down.

“I may be desperate for work, but I’m not really an idiot.” The

guy dropped the crazy act as his voice leveled out into a deep timbre.
“I’m not fucking you around. I know what I saw, and I’ll tell you as
soon as you hire me as your mechanic. I’m damn good at what I do,
but everyone around here acts like their shit don’t stink.”

“I’ll hire you as my mechanic if your information pans out and I

get Pax back.” Remy couldn’t believe he was basically being
blackmailed into hiring yet another person off the streets without
having him thoroughly checked out. He really must be losing his
touch. He nodded as he lowered the stranger to his feet. “Show me the
way.”

He followed as he hit his com link and relayed the message to the

rest of his crew members. Within seconds Colt was at his side, Blade
and Crank catching up quickly.

“I know that whack job.” Crank growled. “He approached me the

first time we were here. Calls himself Livewire.”

“Well, Livewire saw what happened to Pax. So we follow him and

get our crew member back.”

Colt growled at Remy. Remy knew Pax was more than a crew

member to the hawk shifter, but now was not the time for political
correctness. They’d hash everything out once Pax was back on Lady
Blue.

“There.” Livewire pointed to a small building. “Some guy

marched him in there about an hour ago.”

Before Remy could devise a plan, Colt shifted and flew towards

the dilapidated building.

“Fuck,” Remy bit out. “Let’s move in.”
The four men, including Livewire, spread out as Remy signaled

with his hands for Crank and Blade to take the south side of the

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building. Remy kept Livewire with him, because if this was a setup,
he’d kill the guy where he stood.

Blade signaled with two fingers that he saw two inside the

building. Remy nodded his understanding as he pulled his phaser
from his thigh holster. No one was taking one of his men, and he
intended to teach whoever had done this a lesson.

Colt flew around the building before landing and then

disappearing through an old, broken window. Remy tilted his head
back and inhaled deeply, scenting the two men and Pax. He could
smell an abundance of fear as well, and what smelled like pure hatred.
The strength of the hatred singed his nostrils.

He was guessing that the fear was coming from his crew member.

What he really wanted to know was who could hate Pax so much to
kidnap him. That was the million-credit question.

Blade and Crank slipped into a window on the first floor as Remy

and Livewire slipped around back and into the building through a
rusty door that was half hanging off its hinges.

Remy spotted a man walking around with a blaster balanced on

his shoulder, smoking a thin cigar. God, that shit smelled awful.
Remy’s highly developed shifter senses were offended by the nasty
habit. The man was going to die for his addiction.

He watched as Colt crept up behind the man and sliced his throat

in one smooth motion, the man dropping to the floor. Colt had a feral
look in his eyes that made him look insane. Remy would be too if
anything ever happened to his angel.

The five searched the building, following Pax’s scent until they

came to a door on the third floor. No one was sure what they were
going to find, but thankfully Remy didn’t smell any blood. He
signaled for them to go in fast and hard, taking whoever was inside by
surprise.

When they rushed the room, Remy was disturbed to find only Pax

occupying it. Colt shot over to his mate, who was lying unconscious

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on the floor with his wrists tied behind his back. A cold dread ran
down his spine as Remy realized what was going on.

He hit his com, trying to raise Tank, but all he got was static.

Remy rushed from the room and down the stairs as his heart caught in
his throat. The Lady Blue sat in the shipping dock with only Tank to
guard it. Whoever had done this wasn’t trying to get to Pax. They
were trying to get to Gigi.

* * * *

Gigi sat on the bridge with Tank, worried out of his mind. Pax had

feared being left behind, and what had  they done? Left him behind.
He  wanted to kick his own ass for not making sure the man was
onboard after promising not to leave him behind.

His assistant was going to hate him for this. Gigi bit his thumbnail

as his eyes darted continuously down at the spaceport, as if his
constant vigil was going to make them appear with Pax walking
beside them.

“They’ll find him,” Tank tried to reassure him. “They’re good at

what they do.”

“But what if they don’t?” Gigi asked as he glanced one more time

out of the porthole, still not seeing his crew.

“You can’t think like that, Gigi. Think positive.”
Gigi couldn’t take sitting here any longer. He was too wound up

and needed to pace it off. He left the bridge to roam the corridors,
trying his best to calm down and think positive as Tank had
suggested. It wasn’t easy.

Gigi walked toward the mess hall and then down two flights of

steps to the cargo bay. Gigi just stepped off  the last stair when he
heard a noise from the back of the ship. His heart raced as he ran
toward the  retractable ramp. His crew was back,  and hopefully Pax
was with them. Gigi couldn’t seem to get back there fast enough.

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When he rounded the corner, no one was there. “What the hell?”

Gigi knew for a fact that he had heard footsteps. He wasn’t imagining
things. As badly as he wanted Pax back, his mind wasn’t making it
up.

Gigi walked toward the ramp, looking around for the source of the

noise. Maybe Colt got back here first and had taken Pax to the
medical bay. What if Pax was hurt? Gigi raced up the stairs and then
headed in the direction of the infirmary, praying that Colt was just
being cautious, and Pax wasn’t really hurt.

His heart thundered as he rounded one of the corners in the

corridor and came face-to-face with his worst nightmare. Gigi tried to
stop, but he wasn’t fast enough. He ran full-bore right into Drake.

“Got you, you little shit!” Drake shouted as he grabbed Gigi by

his hair. “I spent a lot of time and money tracking your stupid ass
down, and you’re going to pay for it every day for the rest of your
life, Giovanni.”

Gigi spit in Drake’s face. He didn’t plan to go anywhere with the

psycho. Drake could kill him here before he set foot outside the ship.

Drake snarled and threw Gigi against the bulkhead. Gigi grunted

as he hit the unforgiving metal and slid to the floor. Fuck, he hurt.
Before he could figure out exactly what hurt, Drake swung his hand
out and smacked him across the face.

Bright red blood flew from Gigi’s mouth as his lip split open. Gigi

wiped his mouth on the back of his hand then glared up at Drake.
“Fuck you, Drake. I’m not going anywhere with you.”

“It looks like my little pet forgot who his master is,” Drake said as

he smacked Gigi again. Gigi tried to crawl away, his head spinning,
his body aching with pain. “It looks like I need to teach him his place
again.”

Gigi remembered when he had first come to Drake and the things

that had been done to him in the name of teaching him his place. He
wasn’t about to experience them again. The cruel streak that ran

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through Drake was one of the main reasons Gigi escaped. He’d force
Drake to kill him before he was subjected to that again.

Gigi had experienced what life was like away from the monster.

He had experienced love and laughter, acceptance and freedom. He
wasn’t going to go back to the dark world he had lived in before. He
wasn’t.

Gigi refused to give up all that he had gained since meeting Remy.

He scrambled to his feet and ran. He heard Drake roar behind him as
the man gave chase. Gigi’s chest started to hurt as he ran as fast as he
could. He wouldn’t be able to keep up the running for long. He would
run out of breath soon.

“You’re going to be sorry when I catch you, Giovanni,” Drake

yelled at him. “Stop running, and I might go easy on you.”

Gigi held his middle finger up behind him as he ran, flipping

Drake off. He heard the man howl in rage and knew he wasn’t helping
his situation any. If Drake did catch him, Gigi most likely would pay
dearly. He just couldn’t be weakened by the man again. He’d lived
that life too long. The one he had now was much better. It gave him
the courage to flip Drake off.

Gigi ran to the only place he could think of off the top of his

head—the mess hall. He ran through the double metal doors and over
to the far wall. He hit a bunch of buttons on the food replicator and
hoped he hit the right ones.

As he ran toward the kitchen, the food replicator began to whirl

and spark. Gigi grinned as he hit the kitchen doors and plowed right
through them. He might have to rethink his opinion of that infuriating
machine.

“What the fuck?”
Gigi snickered as he heard Drake shout from the mess hall. He

grabbed a bunch of pans, some knives and utensils—basically
anything he could get his hands on. Gigi crouched down behind one
of the counters and watched the double doors between him and Drake.

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He held his breath as the door started to open, biting his lip to

keep from laughing when he saw a wall of white foam several inches
high. Yep, he was definitely changing his opinion on the food
replicator. He just needed to find someone to put it back in pristine
condition, and the damn thing could stay.

“Giovanni, I swear, if you don’t get your fucking ass out here,”

Drake said as he pushed through the double doors, “I’m going to sell
you to the first man I come across.”

Gigi started tossing pots and pans at the door the second Drake

walked through them. Drake cursed and ducked, holding his hands up
in front of his face as he dodged the dishes. Gigi just continued
throwing stuff. When he ran out of dishes, he started tossing knives
and utensils at Drake.

“Get out!” Gigi screamed. “Get the hell out of here. I’m not going

with you. You can’t make me.”

“Giovanni!”
Gigi grinned when he heard Drake scream as something hit him.

Score one for the sex slave. Gigi renewed his attack, tossing anything
that wasn’t nailed down at Drake. He even grabbed the steaks out of
the pantry and threw them.

Drake dove back through the doors. Gigi paused, a melon in his

hand, and waited to see if the man would come back in. Several
seconds went by. Gigi started to grow nervous when he didn’t hear
anything. Drake wasn’t making a sound. He wasn’t even cursing.

Gigi knew he had hit Drake with several different items. The man

should have been threatening him at least, but he wasn’t making a
peep. Gigi took a cautious step toward the doors then another and
another.

He pushed the doors open a crack and peeked through the small

slit. The room was filled with white foam, but it was only about waist-
high. If Drake was in the room, Gigi would have seen him.

Gigi leaned down and grabbed one of the knives off the floor. He

dropped the melon and clutched the knife tightly in his hand as he

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slowly crept out of the kitchen. Gigi watched the growing foam as he
carefully made his way over to the doors leading to the corridor.

Just as he reached the large doors, they swung open. Gigi

screamed and started swinging with the knife. Pure panic filled him
when someone grabbed him and wrenched the knife out of his hand.
Gigi screamed again and started struggling. He scratched and bit at
any piece of flesh he could reach. His teeth rattled when he was
grabbed and shaken.

“Gigi!”
Gigi stopped struggling when he realized he was being held by

Remy. Standing right behind Remy were Crank, Tank, and Blade.
Colt stood near the door with Pax held tightly in his arms.

“Remy!” Gigi jumped into Remy’s arms and climbed up as much

of the man’s large body as he could. Remy took over, lifting him up
in his arms. Gigi clung to Remy as his breathing calmed.

“Ssshhh, angel, I have you,” Remy whispered as his hands stroked

down Gigi’s back. He leaned back and cupped the side of Gigi’s head.
“What happened to your face, angel?”

“Drake! Where’s Drake?” Gigi asked as his panic returned. He

lifted his head and glanced quickly around. “He was here. Where did
he go?”

“I don’t know, angel. We didn’t see anyone when we came

onboard.”

“He was here, I swear.”
“I believe you, angel.” Remy turned and looked at the other crew

members. “I want the ship searched from top to bottom, every nook
and cranny. Don’t leave anything unturned, no matter how bizarre it
may seem. Search everywhere.”

Blade, Tank, and Crank took off, the door swooshing closed

behind them. Gigi glanced over, relief filling him when Pax smiled at
him and waved.

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“Pax, I was so worried about you,” Gigi said quickly. “I thought

you were right behind us. I had no idea you didn’t make it onto the
ship. Can you ever forgive me?”

Pax pointed to the destruction behind Gigi. “I’ll forgive you if you

clean that mess up because this stretches the lines of my job
description.”

Gigi grinned and leaned his head against Remy’s chest. “Done.”

* * * *

Remy ran a knuckle down his angel’s face, rage filling him at the

red and angry welt. He could feel the heat of the offense as he stroked
his fingers gently across the mark that was sure to turn into a bruise.

“I’m okay,” Gigi whispered, his voice rough with need. He

glanced up, his golden eyes smoldering with clouds of arousal as they
transformed into the amber color Remy had grown to love and
associate with his mate’s desire.

Remy needed to reassert his claim on his mate. Gigi had been

touched by another man, and Remy needed to wash that scent away
and replace it with his own. Remy walked out of the mess hall and
straight to their quarter. Once they cleared the door, he laid his angel
down on their bed.

“Strip.” His eyes locked onto his angel’s fingers as Gigi pulled his

shirt over his head. Remy closed his eyes and took a deep breath,
trying to hold onto his control for just a little while longer.

Remy unsnapped his pants and shoved them off of his sensitive

skin, removing his shirt as he watched his mate undress. He palmed
his cock, waiting for his angel to finish disrobing. He didn’t have to
say a word. Gigi leaned forward and took Remy’s cock into his
mouth.

“Slow down, angel,” Remy gasped when his mate tried to devour

him. He ran his hand over soft, sandy blond hair, letting his angel
know how pleased he was.

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Amber eyes glanced up at him as sex-swollen lips suckled at the

head of his cock. Remy groaned when he saw how wet Gigi’s lips
were. Remy hissed when his angel altered his technique and his
tongue slid up and down his cock. If he planned on fucking his angel,
he needed to stop him before Remy lost what little control he had.

“On your hands and knees, angel.”

* * * *

Gigi could hear the slight crack in Remy’s voice. He didn’t want

to let the large cock go. He focused on Remy’s pleasure. A need so
deep it almost overwhelmed him had Gigi whimpering to hear cries of
pleasure from Remy’s lips.

Remy placed his hands on Gigi’s head, holding him back as he

pulled free. “On your hands and knees,” Remy repeated.

A light ripple skated over his skin as he turned over and got into

position. Gigi groaned when Remy’s large hand grabbed one ass
cheek and began to knead it.

“You had me scared to death something bad had happened to you,

angel.”

Gigi shivered when he felt his mate’s saliva touch his hole. His

eyes closed and his lips parted when a finger slid inside of him and
grazed over his prostate. Gigi tried desperately to think of what Remy
had just said, but his brain cells weren’t talking to each other right
now. They were too busy taking pleasure at what his mate was doing
behind him.

His forehead hit the mattress when Remy pulled his finger out and

replaced it with a very large cock. He wanted to come, god he wanted
to come, but Gigi was determined to make this last as long as
possible. He grabbed onto the small amount of control that was
slipping away and held onto it with an iron fist.

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Remy was buried so deep inside of him that Gigi would swear

they were one person, no beginning and no ending. His fingers curled
into the sheets as Remy kicked his legs further apart with his knees.

“This is mine, angel.” His fingers bit into Gigi’s hips, as if

backing up his declaration with his touch.

“Yours,” Gigi readily agreed as he rocked back to meet Remy’s

forward thrust. Skin clapping together echoed  through the room as
Gigi smashed his eyes together, fighting off his orgasm. It was
extremely difficult when Remy’s  cock  slid over his sweet spot on
every damn stroke.

Gigi knew his control was gone when Remy leaned forward and

sank his canines into his mating mark. He didn’t even have to touch
his cock. The act of his mate claiming him had Gigi shouting to the
gods as his seed spurted out in one throbbing burst after another.

“Remy!” he shouted as he rocked back on his hands and knees,

pounding his ass as hard as he possibly could onto Remy’s cock.

Remy licked the wound closed as he howled, yanking Gigi back

onto his shaft while manically snapping his hips.  Waves of ecstasy
crashed through Gigi as he felt Remy’s  cock  throbbing in his ass,
spilling his seed inside of Gigi’s channel.

Remy held still for a moment as his hands glided over Gigi’s

back. When his mate pulled free, Gigi groaned and collapsed onto the
bed. Remy followed him down to the bed and pulled him close to his
side.

“Never again, angel,” he whispered. “No more bruises. No more

threats. No more getting attacked. My heart just can’t take it.”

Gigi smiled as he patted Remy’s massive chest. “I’ll try my best,

love.”

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Chapter 9

Remy leaned against the mess hall wall as he watched Livewire

tap out a rhythm on his thigh with his thumb. He wasn’t sure if the
guy had actually helped them or if he was a part of the whole
operation to kidnap Gigi.

His crew had already grown by two, and taking on one more as a

crew member wouldn’t hurt them financially. Remy just wasn’t sure
if the man could be trusted. Two mates were now onboard, and as
commander and half of a mated pair, Remy had to be very careful and
one-hundred-percent sure before agreeing to hiring the mechanic or
killing him. At this point, he was pretty okay with either choice.

“Are you going to interrogate me, hire me, or kill me?” Livewire

asked as his thumb stilled. “This waiting to find out is havoc on the
nerves.”

Remy ignored him as he tried to put the puzzle pieces together. He

had to figure out Livewire’s angle before he’d agree to anything.

“He’s blue,” Pax stated as he stood by the kitchen door. “Blue is

good.”

Remy was told about Pax and his mist thing, but he hadn’t had the

luxury of time yet to figure out what the hell the man was talking
about. Gigi trusted Pax, and Remy trusted Gigi. So by extension,
could Remy trust Livewire?

Remy pushed away from the wall, rubbing his hand over a two-

day beard growth. “I’m going to hire you, but one pinky out of place
and you end up in the airlock and dumped into deep space,” Remy
said, the warning clear in his voice. “Understood?”

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Livewire nodded and started toward the mess hall doors. “And on

that note, let me look under Lady Blue’s skirt.”

“Oh, no.” Remy chuckled evilly. “Your first assignment is in this

room.”

Livewire turned and frowned at Remy. “It’s a mess hall. What

could be wrong in here?”

Remy pointed to the food replicator. “Meet Mr. Attitude.” He had

to bite back a grin when his angel giggled behind him. Remy crossed
his arms over his chest and raised a brow in challenge. “Show me
how good you are, Livewire.”

The mechanic rolled his eyes at Remy as he walked over to the

replicator. “Piece of cake.” He pronounced each word with
confidence. “Get ready to be amazed.”

Remy would be amazed if Livewire was able to get the replicator

to stop foaming at the mouth. He wasn’t really looking forward to
using it again since Gigi started cooking fresh food. He was addicted
to his mate’s cooking now. This was more of a test to see how good
the guy really was.

The thing was outdated and needed to be tossed out, but he would

measure Livewire’s skills by the end results. The entire crew, except
Tank who was flying the ship, sat down to watch the mechanic work
his magic.

“I’d work a lot better if I didn’t have six sets of eyes burning a

hole in my back,” Livewire complained as he removed the front
paneling.

“We’re a team. Get used to it,” Remy stated as he took a few steps

back toward the kitchen doors. If the foam started spurting, he was
out of there. He could feel his angel’s fingers curl into the back of his
shirt as everyone watched the possibly new mechanic stare in
confusion at the jumble of exposed wires.

“What was that you spouted off?” Crank teased. “If you fix it they

will come?”

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Livewire’s eyes narrowed in on Remy’s demo expert. “If I fix this

shit, I will come.”

“Gross,” Gigi said from behind Remy.
Remy smirked as he watched Livewire untangle the wires one by

one. Livewire cursed and shook his hand when one of wires shocked
him. Remy chuckled quietly. He’d bet his last credit that Livewire
activated the damn machine and ended up covered in white goo.

“Just how old is this thing?” Livewire asked.
“It came with the ship,” Remy replied. “I think it’s original

equipment.”

“What happened to it?”
“Beats me.”
“No, seriously.” Livewire glanced over his shoulder. “This thing

has been rewired. I’m surprised you didn’t blow up the entire ship
when you tried to use it. Nothing is where it’s supposed to be.”

“Like I said,” Remy replied, “it came that way.”
“Dude, this machine is so seriously botched.” Livewire snorted

and turned back to the food replicator. He started yanking wires out
by the handful and unscrewing stuff. Part after part fell to the floor
until all that was left of the replicator was the shell.

Remy didn’t know what to think when Livewire suddenly sat

down on the floor, grabbed his little bag, and pulled it closer. He
opened the bag and pulled out a bottle of purple liquid and a cloth.

“You got a bowl?”
“A bowl?” Remy asked.
“Yeah, I need to clean these parts. They have so much crud on

them I’m surprised the replicator was working at all.”

Remy turned when he felt Gigi nudge him. He smiled when his

mate held a small metal bowl out to him. “Thanks, angel.” Remy
carried the bowl across the room and set it on the floor next to
Livewire then crossed back and resumed his position in front of Gigi.

Livewire poured a large amount of the purple liquid into the bowl

then began setting the parts into the metal bowl one at a time. He’d

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put one in, let it soak for a moment, then pull it out, replacing it with
another part. Each piece that he pulled out of the bowl, he wiped
down with the cloth in his hand until they gleamed. He even cleaned
the wires.

Finally, Livewire stood up and started putting everything back

into the replicator. Remy didn’t understand half of what the man was
doing, but he wasn’t a mechanic. There was a reason he didn’t work
on the ship’s engines or computer parts. He was lousy at it. He made a
much better commander.

“There, all done,” Livewire said as he snapped the panel back into

place. He spun around and looked at everyone. “Who’s hungry?”

“Not me.” Remy shook his head. He wasn’t going first. No way,

no how. He’d seen what that machine could do, and he didn’t trust it,
even if Livewire did. Besides, he’d much rather eat Gigi’s cooking.

Colt, Crank, and Blade all shook their heads. Colt growled. Pax

and Gigi made a quick path back into the kitchen.

Livewire rolled his eyes. “Fine, I’ll test it out.” Livewire turned

back to the machine and tapped in what he wanted.

Remy braced himself, ready to grab his mate and run when he

heard the machine start up. He blinked when all he heard was a small
whizzing sound, and a moment later a large glass of milk and a plate
of cookies materialized on the tray under the machine.

Livewire grabbed the glass and plate and carried it over to the

table. He sat down and proceeded to dip his cookies into the milk and
eat each one. By the time he was done, the rest of the guys were
leaning close, their eyes watching Livewire raise the last cookie to his
mouth as they licked their lips.

Livewire picked up the glass of milk and drank it all down then

set the glass on the table. He wiped his mouth on the back of his
sleeve  then folded his hands together  as he looked at everyone.
“Anything else you want me to look at?”  He wore a smug smile on
his face with a gleam of pride shining in his eyes.

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Remy chuckled as he pushed away from the kitchen doors and

started toward the corridor. “You’re hired for now, Livewire. Tank
will see that you’re assigned a room and give you a list of
assignments.”

“Hey!” Gigi snapped as he barreled out of the kitchen and planted

his hands on his hips. “Does this mean I’m not the cook anymore?”

“No, angel.” Remy pointed toward the newly repaired replicator.

“This means that you can use the food replicator to assist you in
cooking. I still expect home-cooked meals from my cook.”

“Oh.” Gigi’s face flushed.
“I prefer as much fresh food as I can get, but there will be times

when we can’t buy any or barter for any. That’s when you’ll need the
replicator. Until then think of the replicator like a tool, just like the
stove and the spice shelf.”

“Okay, that makes sense.”
Remy chuckled as Gigi bounced back into the kitchen. A moment

later he could hear pans clanking around. He knew his angel was
satisfied his place was secure on the ship. He could hear him
humming.

“Tank, plot a course to Beta Five,” Remy said into the com link in

his ear when he reached the doors leading out of the mess hall. “We
still have a job to do there.”

“Remy, I still need those detonators,” Crank said. “I never got

them, and I can’t do the job without them.”

“Damn it.” Remy rubbed his jaw as he tried to think of any other

place they could pick up some detonators. With a price on their heads,
the number of people they could go to had significantly lowered.

“What’s a detonator?”
Remy glanced up to see Gigi standing in the doorway. “It’s

something Crank uses to detonate explosives. Make them go boom.”

Crank laughed at the confused look on Gigi’s face. “It’s a small,

thin, silver tube-looking thing about the size of my pinky.” Crank
snickered as he held up his hand. “Well, if I had a pinky.”

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Gigi frowned. “A thin silver tube?”
Crank nodded.
“That wasn’t by any chance what you were trying to buy at End of

the Line when we met, is it?” Gigi grimaced and held his hands in
front of him, about a foot apart. “Little black box with twelve little
silver tubes in it?”

“Yeah, how’d you know?” Crank asked.
Remy frowned when Gigi’s face flushed. “Gigi?”
“I might have picked it up and put it in my bag when I was trying

to escape the firefight you all were having with those men on the
dock.”

Remy’s eyebrows shot up. “You have the detonators?”
Gigi’s lips quivered as the corners lifted up. “Maybe?”

* * * *

Tank watched Remy take the command chair as Livewire got to

his hands and knees and crawled under the helm with only his lower
half visible. Tank bit back a smile when Livewire’s ass began to
wiggle around.

“I take it we’re keeping him?” Tank asked Remy, but his eyes

stayed glued on Livewire’s wiggling form. He sure as hell hoped the
mechanic knew what he was doing. One wrong snip and they would
either take a freefalling nose dive or Lady Blue would shut down and
be dead in the water…er…space.

Tank’s hands jerked away from the console when Autopilot

Engaged flashed on the screen a few times in front of him and then
stayed constant. Hot damn. They were back in business. Tank didn’t
have to stay chained at the hip to the helm anymore.

Livewire’s hand appeared behind him as he tossed a few wires

onto the floor at his feet. Tank stared down at the macramé of wires
and wondered if that was a good thing.

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“How long before we get to Beta Five?” Remy asked, pulling

Tank’s attention away from the mechanic under the helm.

“One hour, Commander,” Tank replied as he heard a sizzle and

then a curse below his legs. Tank scooted his legs a little to the left.
Fear of getting zapped made him scoot just one more inch over.

“Good work, Livewire,” Remy stated as the communication vid-

screen flickered and then went through the process of rebooting, data
scrolling down the monitor screen. “We haven’t had that baby
working in eons.”

“How the hell did she even make it out of the spaceport?”

Livewire complained from under the helm.

“Very carefully.” Tank chuckled. His right leg jerked when he felt

something stab his ankle. “Watch it down there.”

“Get that damn tree trunk out of my way then,” Livewire shouted

up to Tank. “It’s tight enough under here as it is without interference
from body parts.”

“Autopilot is on. Why don’t you go get something to eat from the

replicator?” Remy snickered from behind him.

“Until he,” Tank said, pointing to the wiggling backside, “comes

out from under there, I’m not chancing anything.”

“Holy shit,” Blade said slowly as he leaned forward, his eyes

glued to the window in front of them. His finger shot out. “Look.”

Tank and Remy turned their heads to see a ship the size of theirs

shoot in front of them and then make a one-eighty turn. The two ships
sat face-to-face. The communication vid-screen flickered, and then a
man with red eyes and closely cropped black hair sneered at them.

“Hello, gentlemen.”
Remy sat up straight, matching the man’s sneer. “I am

Commander Remington Vystal. You are in my way, and I’m making
the offer just once to stand down and let us by.”

The man’s laughter was cold and void of humor. “I’m quite aware

of who you are, Commander. I’m also aware that you have something
that belongs to me aboard your ship. If you return it, all will be

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forgotten. I’m making this offer just once, as you so eloquently put
it.”

Tank nudged his toe against Livewire as his eyes stayed glued to

the vid-screen. He wanted to laugh and pump his arm when a few
seconds later Phasers online flashed across his control panel. He
loved when crew members could read each other’s minds. Livewire’s
hand came from under the helm, giving Tank a thumbs-up.

“You’re Drake?” Remy growled as his canines dropped. “I’ll give

you Gigi when hell freezes over.” Remy gave Tank a slight nod.

That was all Tank needed. He slid his hand up and hit the touch

screen on the control panel. The phasers whirled as they charged to
full power. Sliding his finger to the right, Tank pressed the next
button on the control panel. The pulse cannon fired blasts from Lady
Blue, hitting Drake’s shields.

It didn’t do any real damage, but it bought Tank enough time to

drop below Drake’s ship and engage thrusters, shooting past them and
trying his best to get them the hell out of there.

* * * *

Gigi desperately grabbed for the counter as the ship suddenly

dipped. His pots and pans slid off the counter, crashing to the floor.
Gigi quickly grabbed the pan of roast before it took a nosedive off of
the counter as well. Pax scrambled to save the large bowl of mashed
potatoes but ended up lying on the floor with them.

“What the hell,” Gigi shouted when he flew backwards and hit the

wall. The ship was obviously using thrusters to gain speed, but Gigi
couldn’t figure out why. Since Gigi had the detonators, they were
headed to Beta Five for a job. Why would they need such great
speed?

He pushed himself to his feet and saw the roast lying on the floor

next to Pax. So much for a freshly cooked meal. They might be using
the replicator after all.

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“Are you okay?” he asked as he crossed the room and helped his

assistant to his feet. The poor guy had garlic mashed potatoes all over
his clothes and in his hair. “Go take a shower while I go see what’s
going on.”

“What about the mess?” Pax pointed to the ruined dinner.
“We’ll clean it up after I find out why our crew is acting like

they’ve lost their minds.” Gigi left Pax in the kitchen as he stomped
out of the mess hall and made his way to the bridge. Total chaos was
what he walked into. The crew was shouting instructions back and
forth while Remy paced the small area.

“What’s going on, Remy?” Gigi asked as he crossed over to his

mate. He gasped when he saw the vid-screen and recognized the ship
hot on their tail. His finger trembled as he pointed toward the screen.
“That’s Drake’s ship!”

“We figured that out, angel, when he blocked our ship and

threatened us,” Remy said as he ran a hand over Gigi’s hair. “Don’t
worry. We’ve been in tighter situations than this.”

Gigi glanced at the vid-screen again, worried that they may not

get out of this tight situation. Drake was ruthless and would stop at
nothing to get him back. “I’m sorry,” he whispered down at his hands.

“For what, angel?”
“For bringing my problems aboard your ship.”
Involving these men was the last thing Gigi had wanted to do.

They’d been nothing but kind, and he hated that Drake was now their
problem as well. He would leave, take his problems with him, but that
was pretty hard to do out in space.

His head was lifted when a knuckle was tucked under his chin.

Remy was staring at him intently, a touch of anger in his eyes.

“Our ship. You are a part of this crew now. When one of us has a

problem, we all have a problem. Start thinking of us as a unit, Gigi.”

Gigi noticed Remy didn’t use the endearment his mate had given

him. Remy must be really pissed. He nodded his acknowledgement

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that he had heard Remy, but his eyes flicked back over to the vid-
screen. The ship following them was gaining.

“What are we going to do?” he asked as his eyes darted back up at

his mate. “He won’t stop.”

“Leave that to us, angel.” Remy winked and then released Gigi’s

chin. “This is what we do. And we’re really good at it.”

Gigi breathed out a sigh of relief that Remy wasn’t angry with

him any longer. But they still had the problem of Drake chasing after
them. The words were on the tip of Gigi’s tongue to tell the crew he
would go quietly so they wouldn’t have to be involved, but he knew
that would only piss Remy off again.

Besides, he liked being a part of this crew and would rather die

than go back to the empty and lonely existence he had with Drake.
Being a sex slave was horrendous enough. Being Drake’s sex slave
was a nightmare Gigi didn’t want to return to.

Gigi squared his shoulders, finally accepting the fact that they

were a team and he needed to start acting like he was a part of the
crew instead of a stowaway. It was high-time they took this asshole
down!

“What do you want me to do, Commander?” Gigi asked with steel

in his voice.

Remy’s lips pulled back in a smile. “I need you to go make a big

celebration dinner with all the trimmings.”

“Celebration dinner?” Gigi asked as some of the steam deflated

out of him. He stared at Remy in confusion. What on Lady Blue could
they be celebrating?

“Yes, a celebration dinner.” Remy grinned. “We’ll need a

celebration dinner when we defeat Drake.”

“Oh.” Gigi giggled and clapped his hands together before pressing

the tips of his fingers against his lips. “I can do that. One celebration
dinner coming right up.”

Gigi ran off of the bridge to clean up the mess in the kitchen and

prepare the biggest celebration dinner he’d ever created. He knew

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Chapter 10

“Commander, we’re coming up on Kulak,” Tank said. “Do you

want me to go around?”

Remy frowned as he considered their options. They usually

steered clear of Kulak. Besides the fact that it was a pretty unfriendly
planet, it was also Crank’s home world. He refused to step foot back
on the planet since the day he’d left years ago.

But they were running out of options. No matter how fast they

flew or what crazy maneuvers they used, they had been unable to
shake Drake’s ship. They were stretching the ship to her limits. If they
didn’t slow down soon and let the thrusters recharge, they would burn
up fuel cells and then everyone would be sitting ducks.

“Crank?” Remy asked. He didn’t want to demand that Crank land

on his home planet, but Remy had to ask. It seemed like their only
option. “How do you feel about this?”

“They won’t like it,” Crank said after a minute of silence. “They

might even hand us over to Drake just for the fun of it, especially if
they learn I’m onboard.”

“What are our chances if we don’t land, Tank?”
Remy really didn’t like the grimace that crossed Tank’s face.

Even Livewire was getting in on the act. He sat on the floor next to
Tank’s feet shaking his head. Remy sighed and plopped down in his
chair.

“Options? Anyone?”
“If we land on Kulak,” Crank said, “we’ll be able to let the

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boundaries, the Kulakians will either turn us over to Drake or string
us up themselves. They are not known as a peaceful people.”

“Tank?” Remy asked.
“If we keep going at this rate, the thrusters will burn up in another

thirty minutes. I’ve pushed the Lady Blue about as far as I dare. Any
more fancy maneuvering and she just might shake apart.” Tank shook
his head. “She really needs a rest, Commander.”

Remy nodded. He knew they were in deep shit. They seemed to

only have two options, and both of them were dangerous. Sometimes
it really sucked being commander. “All right, I want the ship locked
down. Tank, find us a nice hole somewhere to hide. Crank, any
suggestions?”

Crank hit a series of buttons on his console until a map of the

planet below came up on his screen. He pushed another button, and a
light shot up creating a holographic imagine of the planet. Crank
flicked the image with his finger and it spun around.

“Here,” he said as he pointed to a spot on the holographic world.

“This valley is pretty far from any populated areas. Or at least it was
the last time I was here. The valley is hidden enough that we might be
able to avoid detection even from space.”

“Okay, Tank, plot a course for that valley,” Remy said. “Crank, I

want you and Blade to check our weapons and ammo in case we get
any visitors while we’re on the ground. I want everything else
strapped down. No unnecessary use of power.”

Remy jumped from his chair and started for the door.
“Commander, where are you going?”
“To let Gigi and Pax know what’s happening. As much as I want

to keep them occupied making that dinner, the kitchen needs to be
shut down until the thrusters recharge. The less power we use, the less
chance we’ll be detected.”

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“Gigi!”
Gigi rolled his eyes when he heard Remy shout. He glanced at

Pax, shaking his head. “You would think he’d just come in here and
tell me what he wants instead of yelling through half the ship.”

Pax giggled. Gigi smiled as he dried his hands off, tossed the

towel on the counter, then walked out of the kitchen. Remy was just
walking into the mess hall when he came out. “You bellowed?”

“Shut down the kitchen, angel.”
Gigi’s mouth dropped. “What?”
“I need you to shut down all electronic devices, anything that

needs power.”

Gigi waved his hand back toward the kitchen. “But you just told

me to cook a celebration dinner.”

Remy arched an eyebrow. “And now I’m telling you to shut

everything down.”

“Why?”
“Gigi.”
“Fine,” Gigi said when he heard the warning in Remy’s voice. His

shoulders dropped as he turned and walked back into the kitchen. He
started putting away all of the food he had pulled out for the
celebration dinner.

“What are you doing?” Pax asked.
“Remy wants us to shut everything down.”
“But, I thought—”
“So did I, but apparently I was wrong.”
Gigi grumbled to himself as he put the last of the food away and

started on the dishes. He didn’t like doing this. Luckily, they had
gotten them all cleaned up from the last fiasco, so there wasn’t a huge
mess to put away. Gigi put the last dish away just as Pax turned off
the last of the machines.

“Now what?” Pax asked.

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Gigi shrugged. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back

against the counter. He really didn’t have a clue what they should do
now. “Your guess is as good as mine.”

Pax grimaced. “Want to go up on the bridge and find out what’s

going on?”

“I think the bridge is the last place we need to be. We’d just get in

the way.”

Pax frowned. “Want to go back to your room and play cards?”
“I don’t play cards.” Gigi laughed. “I wouldn’t know how to even

if I did. Drake didn’t let us play games.”

“Us?” Pax asked. “There was more than one of you?”
Gigi sobered instantly. “Yes, Drake likes keeping pretty things

around him. He has an entire stable of sex slaves.”

“He sounds like a real jerk.”
“Drake is…Drake is hard to understand. He can be kind one

moment and a cruel monster the next, depending on his mood. He
used kindness like a boon and torture for entertainment.”

“Damn,” Pax whispered. “If he’s so horrible, why did you stay?”
“I was his property. I wasn’t allowed to leave. I tried a few times,

but I was always caught and returned. Hell, even the law returned me
to him. On Earth, when you are considered property, you have no say
in what happens to you. Drake could do anything he wanted with me,
and I couldn’t do anything about it.”

“How did you end up with him anyway?”
Gigi sighed. Remy had asked this very same question, and Gigi

had gone ballistic. He knew now he probably should have talked
things out with Remy. There just hadn’t been time. If they weren’t
being chased by a madman, they were running off to complete their
next job. There never seemed to be enough time to just sit and talk.

If there had been, Gigi might have been able to tell Remy that he

had realized that his family had sold him into slavery. It was
something Gigi hadn’t wanted to face before, but after experiencing

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all that Remy gave him, Gigi knew what true love was. And it wasn’t
selling those you loved for credits.

“I was sold to Drake by my father. I was with Drake for almost

five years before I escaped the last time.”

“Is that why Drake is trying so hard to get you back?” Pax asked.

“Because you belonged to him?”

“To be honest, I’m not sure. I always knew Drake was somewhat

egotistical, but I never thought he’d come after me this far out in
space. I gave him quite a bit of trouble. I’d think he’d be happy to get
rid of me.” Gigi shrugged. “It wasn’t like he paid that many credits
for me in the first place.”

“He really bought you?”
Gigi nodded. “Paid three hundred cold hard credits for my ass.”
Pax’s finger glided over the shiny countertop as he stared at the

far wall. “At least you knew why,” he whispered.

Gigi cocked his head to the side as he stared at the fragile-looking

man. He wasn’t sure what Pax meant, but something told Gigi that
Pax may have had it worse. How? He couldn’t put a finger on it, but
his gut was screaming to pay attention.

“What do you mean, knew why, Pax?” Gigi probed a little, hoping

that Pax would finally open up. He knew Pax liked locked doors and
the feeling of safety. Most people liked feeling safe, but Pax went
beyond normality.

Gigi plunged a hand through his hair when Pax didn’t answer him.

Pax started to leave, but Gigi caught his arm on the way by. “I won’t
tell anyone, I promise.”

Drawing in a deep breath, Pax reluctantly turned back around and

locked eyes with Gigi. “I lived from hand to mouth with no one to
take care of me. I wasn’t looking for anyone to take care of me, but it
would have been better than—”

Damn, Gigi’s mind went numb when the ramifications of Pax’s

words finally registered. “You sold yourself, didn’t you?” Pax tried to

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yank his arm away, but Gigi kept a tight grip. “I’m not judging you, I
swear.”

Gigi released Pax’s arm when he tugged again. The blue-skinned

man walked over to the porthole, staring out into the black sky. Okay,
he was being brushed off. Gigi wasn’t going to push.

“I’d love to play cards if you’re willing to teach me,” Gigi said

with a big smile. “Maybe I’ll get so good that I can play against the
crew and take their credits.”

This got a smile from Pax. “We could double-team them and then

go on a shopping spree.”

Gigi giggled, glad to see Pax’s somber mood gone. He still had

questions, but they could wait.

* * * *

Crank didn’t like this one bit. He was back on his home world,

and old feelings began to surface, feelings he’d rather have kept
buried. He wondered briefly if Blay was still here. Crank’s anger
skyrocketed and his back teeth ground together thinking of the man
that had betrayed him.

“You with us?” Remy asked with a touch of concern in his eyes.
Crank nodded. He narrowed his eyes against the glaring suns that

shone brightly around his home planet and then focused on his hands.
He wasn’t going to allow his thoughts to go down that pothole-filled
road. It would be dangerous for everyone onboard if he continued to
stew about it.

“I have life readings. Two to be exact, and they’re getting close,”

Colt said from across the bridge. “The bio readings are about two
klicks away.”

“I want everything shut down and everyone to remain quiet,”

Remy ordered from the commander’s chair.

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“Everything?” Livewire asked from the floor. Crank almost

smiled when Tank shot his foot out and nudged Livewire, tightening
his face at the mechanic. Livewire flipped him off as he laid back.

“Everything,” Remy confirmed.
“I’ll go tell Gigi and Pax.” Livewire got up and walked off of the

bridge.

Crank watched the monitor closely as the two bio signatures

quickly closed the gap between them and the ship. This wasn’t good.
Sweat began to trickle down his temples as the two signatures got
close as hell and then veered off, going the other way. He wanted to
breathe a sigh of relief, but he would wait to do that once they cleared
the planet.

Remy glanced over at him, and Crank raised two fingers and

pointed in the direction the two had gone off in. Remy nodded.

Crank knew the waiting was the hardest part. Having to sit on his

ass and do absolutely nothing was starting to unravel his nerves. He
was a fighter, loved to blow shit up. This sitting still and waiting to be
discovered was going against everything he’d been taught.

“Bio signatures are gone,” Crank finally said when the monitor

appeared empty.

“Good,” Remy commented. “Let’s hope we don’t have any more

visitors while our thrusters cool off.”

A grin broke out across Tank’s face as he began to chuckle. Crank

knew the man was nuts, but now was not the time to finally confirm
it.

“I just thought of something.” Tank snickered.
“Do we even want to know?” Remy asked with a smile.
“I’m raising my hand and saying hell no,” Blade said as both his

hands went into the air.

Crank rolled his eyes. He could see everyone was going to get in

on this. He had to admit, these guys knew how to lighten a dark
mood.

“Go ahead,” Colt encouraged the pilot.

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“We need to get away, right? We need to get Drake off of our

asses, right?”

“Get to the point,” Remy growled.
The entire bridge watched as Tank got up and walked out.
“I told you.” Blade threw his hands up. “I told you we didn’t want

to know.”

Tank walked back in with Livewire hot on his heels. They

watched as Livewire crawled between Remy’s legs and scooted under
the helm. Remy cocked a brow at Tank.

“Watch and learn, ladies.” Tank winked.
“Got it,” Livewire yelled from under the helm. “Just give me a

few more seconds.”

Crank sat forward, wondering what in the blazes these two were

up to. He gasped when a computerized voice flooded the bridge.
“Cloaking engaged.”

“You’re a fucking genius!” Remy shouted and whooped. “We’ve

been without it for so long that I forgot we had that little charm.”

“Fuck yeah!” Crank pumped his arm and bit his bottom lip. “Get

us the hell out of here, Tank, pronto.”

“Mr. Genius is on it.” He chuckled.
“Oh god, now he’s going to have a bigger head than he already

has.” Blade groaned.

“Gentlemen, we have lift-off,” Tank announced as the ship lifted

and they got the hell off of that rock. “We can rest on Beta Five. It’s
the next planet over.”

“Sounds good.” Remy patted Tank on his shoulder and then

looked down at Livewire, who was backing out from under the helm.
“Go check the fuel cells and make sure they’re steady.”

“On it, Commander,” Livewire said with a spring in his step.

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Remy sat in his commander’s chair in the middle of the bridge

and smiled to himself. Lady Blue was finally getting the repairs she
needed after so much unintentional neglect. He still couldn’t believe
he won his baby in a card game against a bunch of Vykillians.

They laughed when they handed him the pink slip. Now Remy

was the one with the last laugh. Lady Blue was sturdy and reliable,
and she had yet to fail getting them out of a tight situation. Now that
Livewire was a part of the crew, she was going to shine like a highly
polished diamond.

Remy’s communicator chimed in his ear. He was still wearing a

grin when he pressed the oval-shaped device to talk. “Remy.” They
didn’t stand on ceremony to the point everything was formal. A little
leeway in the use of names reminded his crew that they were family.

“It’s Livewire. I need you down in engineering.”
“On my way.” Remy looked over at his pilot. “You have the

helm.”

“Gotcha.” Tank nodded.
Remy walked down the corridor and then took the stairs down to

the lowest deck where engineering was located. It had been a while
since he’d been down here. He grimaced at the tattered way his lady
looked.

“Over here,” Livewire shouted from somewhere in the front.

Remy followed the voice of his crew member until he spotted
Livewire standing by the propulsion system.

“What’s up?”
Livewire had one hand leaning against the wall and was shaking

his head. “We may not make it to Beta Five, Commander.” He
pointed to the console on the wall that said they had fifteen-percent
power left in the core.

Remy cursed as he laid his hands on his hips. Now what?

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“I can fix it, I swear I can,” Livewire quickly reassured the

commander. He wanted to make Remy aware of the problem, not
make himself look inept at his job.

“What do we need to do?”
“Shut down anything we don’t need right now. We’re going to

need the remaining power to get us to Beta Five. It’ll be a snail’s
crawl, but we’ll make it. Landing is going to be a little trickier.” Fuck
if that wasn’t the understatement of the year. They’d be lucky not to
break apart in Beta Five’s atmosphere.

“Do what you have to, Livewire. We can barter for new fuel cells

once we get there,” Remy said as he began to walk away. Livewire
had yet to voice his concern about actually getting there, but that
bridge could wait until they needed to cross it. Hopefully the son of a
bitch didn’t crumble under their feet.

“Will do.” He smiled at the commander and then turned his back

on Remy, blowing a long breath out. Livewire began to shut down
parts of the ship that were either unoccupied or didn’t need power
right now.

Quick thinking was what he needed, and a fucking miracle. He

knew they had a blast job on Beta Five that would keep them in
credits for a  while. The only problem was getting there. Leaving the
engineering room, Livewire jogged up the steps  two flights  to the
upper level. He had an idea, but it was going to take some fancy
talking on his part.

Pressing the keypad to let Gigi and Pax know he was outside

Pax’s quarters, Livewire whistled while he waited. He looked around,

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making sure no one was watching. He plastered a big smile on his
face when the door slid open and Gigi stared up at him.

“Is everything okay?” Gigi asked suspiciously. He could see Pax

leaning to the side and staring past Gigi’s form at him. Livewire
wasn’t sure why the blue-skinned man looked terrified, so he stayed
out in the corridor.

“Peachy. I just needed to ask a favor.” Livewire placed his hands

behind his back and crossed his fingers.

“Okay, ask.”
Livewire pulled his hands from behind his back and crossed them

over his chest, shifting his weight to his left leg. He wasn’t sure how
to ask without sounding insane. “Uh, I need you to crawl into the food
replicator.”

Gigi’s right eye closed a fraction and twitched for a moment as he

stared at Livewire, and then a bark of laughter escaped his lips. “Good
one, Livewire. You had me going for a moment there.”

When Livewire didn’t laugh along with Gigi, the man’s mouth hit

his chest. “You’re serious?”

Livewire gave one short nod and watched the commander’s

mate’s hands wave in front of his body.

“Hell no. Whatever screws your brain lost, go find them.”
“Let me explain before you go all oh no, Livewire, I can’t do it on

me.” Livewire pitched his voice higher when mimicking Gigi.

“I don’t sound like that.” Gigi growled
“Whatever. Will you listen, or are you going to keep whining your

protest?” Livewire argued. “We don’t have eternity to debate this.”

Gigi heaved a sigh. “Fine, tell me why you want to shove my ass

in the food replicator.”

“How opposed would Remy be to me disassembling your

molecules?”

“Dude, get off of the Paktillian dust. It’s eating your brain cells,”

Gigi said as he took a step back. “If you come near me, I’ll kick your

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sorry ass.” There was a clear warning in the commander’s mate’s
voice.

“Okay.” Livewire held a hand up. “Maybe I’m not saying this

right. We have little power left for the ship to make a safe landing.
What I’m proposing is that when we get close to Beta Five, I use the
replicator like a transporter. They’re based on the same technology.
They disassemble and reassemble matter. Yours to be precise.”

Gigi stopped backing away and cocked his head. “Go on, I’m

listening.”

Okay, Livewire had him so far. Hopefully he didn’t lose the little

guy. “If I rewired the food replicator, I could use it for a transporter.
You’d go down to Beta Five, purchase some new cells, call me, and
then I could beam you back up. Simple enough.”

“And how do you change the food replicator into a transporter?”
Livewire smiled at his genius brain. Once in a while a brilliant

idea fell out of his ear. “Easy, I just re-align the energy-conversion
matrix.” Brilliant, fucking brilliant. He should get a gold star for this.
Or in the very least another plate of cookies and milk.

“And what happens to me if this brilliant plan of yours doesn’t

work?” Gigi asked as he and Pax followed Livewire to the mess hall.

“Details, details, details. Stop worrying so much.” Livewire

couldn’t think of failing. “Let’s get you down there and back before
anyone knows you’ve gone.”

“I don’t like this.” Pax bounced from foot to foot in front of the

replicator Gigi was climbing into. “Why can’t one of the other crew
members go?”

“Because they won’t fit into the food replicator,” Livewire stated

the obvious. “Now stand back while I work my magic.”

Gigi climbed in and held the door in his hand. “I told you this

damn thing was going to eat me,” he huffed before slamming the door
closed.

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Livewire glanced over at Pax and smiled tightly. “He was just

kidding, really.” He turned back around and lifted his eyebrows to his
hairline. He fucking prayed Gigi was kidding.

* * * *

Remy walked into the mess hall looking for his mate. He thought

Gigi was in Pax’s room, but the room had been empty. He saw
Livewire standing by the food replicator, rocking back on his heels
and whistling, his eyes darting everywhere.

Something wasn’t right.
“Have either of you seen Gigi?” he asked, looking from the

mechanic to Pax. Pax stood there with sweat glistening on his brows,
his eyes looking down at his shoes. Remy stepped closer to Pax,
noticing his body slightly shaking. “Pax?”

“I said he shouldn’t do it. It was Livewire’s idea,” Pax wailed. He

pointed to the mechanic. “I swear, I was against it from the
beginning.”

“Against what?” Remy growled as he turned his attention back to

Livewire. “Against what!” he shouted this time.

“Livewire shoved Gigi into the food replicator,” Pax bawled.
“You did what!” Surely he didn’t hear that right. There was no

way his mate was inside the food replicator. He stormed across the
room and yanked the door open, almost making it fly off the hinges.
The box was empty. “Where the hell is he?” He rounded on Livewire.

“On Beta Five,” Livewire said with uncertainty in his voice.
“And why would he be on Beta Five? Why wouldn’t he be on the

ship?”

“Grocery shopping for parts?” Livewire answered as he backed

away.

Remy howled, his third form emerging as he stalked Livewire

across the room. “Bring him back!” Remy shouted as he grabbed the

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dangling wires hanging by the food replicator and pulled them from
the wall. He was enraged.

“I–I can’t. He has to call me so I can lock onto him.” Livewire

yelped when Remy picked him up by the front of his shirt, lifting him
off of his feet and placing his snout against Livewire’s nose. “And
since you just ripped the wires that would bring him back, we’re
going to have to do an emergency landing.

“If anything has happened to my mate, you’re a deadwire.” Remy

shoved the mechanic away. He stormed out of the mess hall and
headed for the bridge, Pax running behind him.

“Holy fuck!” Blade shouted as Remy walked on the bridge,

snarling at everyone.

“Beta Five, now!”
“But—” Tank began to protest, but Remy cut him off.
“My mate is on Beta Five. Get me there now!” His fisted hand

slammed down onto the back of his commander’s chair, making it
groan under his assault.

The entire crew stared at him in utter disbelief before the bridge

came alive, everyone scrambling to do as commanded. Remy ran his
clawed-tip fingers over his head as his gut tightened into a knot.

“Where on Beta Five are we landing?” Tank gulped when he

asked, staring at Remy from the corner of his eyes.

Fuck, Remy’s head began to ache. “I don’t know,” he said

helplessly. “I don’t fucking know.”

* * * *

Gigi’s molecules reassembled in some sort of back alleyway. He

glanced around, wondering where the hell he had landed. It was eerily
quiet back here, giving him gooseflesh. Gigi clutched the hem of his
shirt as he walked from the alleyway and onto the main street.

He could do this. All he had to do was buy a part and then call

Livewire. How hard could it be? Gigi sidestepped a man with

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tentacles protruding from his head. The sight was very…strange. Now
he really stuck out like a sore thumb. Why in the hell did he always
let someone talk him into stupid shit? When would he learn?

It had sounded logical when Livewire explained it to him. But he

doubted the plan as he looked around the storefronts, confused about
where to go. He approached a semi-normal-looking man wearing a
blue toga-like outfit. “Excuse me. Do you know where I can buy fuel
cells?”

The man smiled kindly at him and then started speaking a

language Gigi didn’t understand.

“Thanks anyway.” He walked away feeling frustrated. It wasn’t

supposed to be this hard.

“Psst.”
Gigi looked over at a man leaning his shoulder against a brick

building. His hands were shoved in his front pockets as his eyes
roamed over Gigi’s body. Familiar feelings made him feel disgusting
and dirty all over again as Gigi turned the other way and started
walking away.

A cold, light rain began to fall, making Gigi feel all alone. He

missed Remy and wanted to go back to the ship. All he had on was a
thin shirt, pants, and an old worn-out pair of shoes. He wasn’t dressed
for this climate.

“You should get out of the rain,” a man called from the doorway

of what looked to be a tavern. “Come on in and get something warm
to drink.”

His clothes were beginning to get wet, and his hair was dripping

with rain. Against his better judgment, Gigi went inside. The stranger
smiled at him as he walked back behind the bar and began to mix
something that had smoke curling up from the cup.

Gigi took the offered mug, his hands warming instantly as he took

a small sip. His body began to warm with just that small amount.
“Thank you.” Gigi gave a wavering smile as he looked around.

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“New around these parts, are ya?” the stranger asked as he

cleaned a mug with a bar rag. Gigi studied him for a moment. The
man was no beauty prize, but he had kind eyes.

“That obvious?” A genuine smile tugged at one side of his mouth

before he took another sip.

“Kinda.” The stranger chuckled. He set the mug on the shelf

behind him and grabbed another, polishing it as he eyed Gigi. “You
know, these parts aren’t hospitable for a neophyte like yourself. You
should go back the way you came. Just some friendly advice.”

Agreeing with the stranger, Gigi glanced down at his steaming

cup. He wanted his mate so badly that he could feel the separation
bone-deep. “I just need some fuel cells. Can you tell me where I
might find some?”

The stranger tossed the bar rag over his shoulder as he leaned onto

the counter. “What do ya need them for?”

Duh. What else would one need them for? Gigi didn’t say this out

loud even though he thought it. “My ship.”

The man nodded, giving Gigi a grin. “I have a few in the

backroom. I’d be willing to part with them for a price.”

“Of course.” Wasn’t there always a price? Gigi just hoped the guy

meant credits. He’d been kind so far, but he wasn’t one to trust a guy,
even if he had kind eyes. Gigi squirmed a little in his seat, becoming
uncomfortable with the conversation.

“Calm down, human. I’ll be asking for credits, nothing more.”

The stranger’s voice became soothing, making Gigi relax.

“How much?” Gigi asked as he set his mug down. He had one

hundred credits in his front pocket and prayed that was enough.
Livewire had been so amped up with his genius plan that they had
forgotten about the credits Gigi would need to pay for the fuel cells.

“Hundred credits each. I’ll even throw in a bag to carry them in.”

The stranger straightened and picked up the forgotten mug, beginning
his ritualistic rub.

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“Then I’ll need just one.” Gigi smiled and lifted his mug, tipping

it toward the man.

“Deal. Follow me.” The stranger put the mug up onto the shelf

with the others as he set the bar rag down, walking away from Gigi.

Gigi hopped down and trailed behind the strangers into a

backroom that resembled a storage area. He couldn’t believe his luck.
Within the hour he’d be back in his mate’s arms, and all would be
right with the world. Gigi felt giddy at the prospect of being in his
strong mate’s arms, Remy loving all over him.

“Here you go.” The stranger hefted the cylinder-shaped fuel cell

up and set it on some crates.

Holy hell. Thank goodness he could only afford one. The thing

was humongous! What the hell had Livewire been thinking sending
his small ass down here to lug these ten-ton containers around?

Gigi handed the credits over as he picked the bag up, the stranger

sliding the fuel cell inside. Gigi tried to swing it around to his back to
strap the bag over his shoulders and damn near fell down when the
weight of the cylinder smashed into his back.

The stranger chuckled. “Let me help ya.”
He grabbed the straps and held them out for Gigi to slide his arms

into. Gigi knew the moment the stranger let the bag go. The weight on
his back nearly brought him to his knees.

“Careful now.” The stranger chuckled as he patted Gigi on his

shoulder, almost making him kiss the floor.

Gigi grunted as he readjusted the straps to a more comfortable

position. “Thanks for your help.” Gigi extended his hand, the
stranger’s large, beefy one swallowing his as he shook it.

“Anytime. Name’s Ryan. Come back and see me again if you

need anything else, young man.”

“Thanks.”
Gigi walked from the backroom and out of the tavern. He pulled

the communicator from his front pocket and clipped it onto his ear.
Pressing the com link, Gigi waited for Livewire to pick up.

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“Mission accomplished,” he stated proudly when the other end

beeped, indicating that Livewire was on the line.

“Don’t move a fucking muscle while I lock onto your

coordinates.”

Gigi gulped when he heard Remy’s steel-hard voice. As badly as

he missed his mate, he wasn’t so sure he wanted to see him right now.
“Okay,” he whispered.

“Are you hurt?”
“No.”
And he prayed that status wouldn’t change when Remy got ahold

of him. His mate never showed a cruel side, but then again, Gigi had
never done something this irresponsible and stupid either. He just kept
screwing up with the guy. Was he ever going to get it right?

“We’ll be entering the atmosphere in ten minutes, and I expect

you to be exactly where your coordinates are reading.”

“Yes, sir.” The old honorific term slipped from his mouth as his

body began to shake. He hated the feeling churning inside of him
right now. It was the same way he felt when he flipped off Drake and
knew he was going to be punished for it. Bile rose to the back of his
throat as he walked back over to the tavern and waited against the
brick wall.

He knew he shouldn’t be feeling this way. Gigi knew in his heart

that Remy would never hurt him. But it didn’t stop him from dreading
the sight of his mate. He pulled the com piece off his ear and shoved
it back into his pocket as he stood there in the cool, rainy mist.

“I see he left you out here to sell some ass. That won’t be

necessary,” a cruel and familiar voice snarled darkly from beside
Gigi. “Your ass belongs to me.”

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Chapter 12

Remy strapped the buckle across his lap as his hands gripped the

armrest on his commander’s chair. He had gone to his quarters to get
dressed after returning to human form and felt the emptiness inside as
he looked at the deserted room. The ship didn’t seem the same
without his mate aboard.

“Hold onto your tits. This is going to get rough,” Tank warned as

they entered Beta Five’s atmosphere.

Remy felt like so much shit was coming down on him at once that

he wasn’t able to breathe. He looked to his right to see Crank holding
onto the small console in front of him with a knuckle-white grip.

Lady Blue began to shake uncontrollably as they cleared the outer

atmosphere. Warning sounds blared and red lights began to flash on
various consoles as the ship descended. Remy prayed they made it
down there in one piece. Gigi needed him, and he couldn’t let his
mate down.

“We lost our shield,” Tank hollered through the chaotic noise

filling the bridge.

Remy clenched his jaw as the ship plummeted toward the planet.

All they needed was their thrusters to land. That was all they needed.

“We’re overloading,” Tank warned as the console lights flickered,

some going out.

Remy gulped when half the console panel went dark. They might

not make it out alive this time around. The reality hit him hard. He
thought of Gigi’s smiling face, those vivid amber eyes, and that
gorgeous sandy blond hair. Remy thought of how good his mate had
felt in his arms, just holding the little guy to his chest.

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Remy’s brows dropped into a frown as he thought of his mate out

there on his own, possibly forever. The bridge lights flickered as the
ship shook so hard his teeth rattled. Remy thought of the look on his
angel’s face when he first discovered him in the cupboard. The proud
smile he wore when he cooked his first meal on the Lady Blue. They
had to survive this. Remy wasn’t about to leave his mate in the cold
and dark universe alone.

“Hang on!” Tank shouted as the ship hit the surface hard,

bounced, and then slid two miles along the sandy planes. When they
came to a full stop, Remy almost cried in relief. He wasted no time
unbuckling his belt and getting to his feet.

“Colt, you’re with me. Crank, you and Blade go take care of that

blasting job. I want Tank and Livewire to get as many repairs done as
possible. The sooner we take care of everything, the sooner we can
get the hell out of here.”

Remy stalked from the bridge and headed down to the weapons

room on the lower deck. He strapped himself with two phasers, three
squares of RK05s, and a few blades shoved into various sheaths. Colt
did the same before they jogged to the retractable ramp and walked
off of Lady Blue in search of his mate.

* * * *

Gigi shot his hands out in front of him to stop his face from hitting

the cement floor as he toppled over. The weight of the fuel cell on his
back propelled him forward after Drake had given him a hard shove.

The palms of Gigi’s hands scraped across the unfinished concrete

as he bit back a cry. He cradled his burning and bleeding hands
against his chest. They were in some sort of private hangar. Drake’s
ship was there, and it looked like it was undergoing some repairs. He
hoped the repairs needed were major. That would buy him some time.

“If you move one damn muscle, I’ll shoot you and save myself the

hassle of chasing you down. You’ve cost me enough already.”

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“Why?” Gigi summoned the courage to ask. “Why did you come

across the galaxy to find me? I’ve caused more trouble than I’m
worth. I would think you’d be glad to get rid of me.”

Drake’s face remained stoic, but Gigi caught a glimpse of surprise

in the bastard’s eyes. His chuckle was low and menacing as he
squatted down in front of Gigi. “You really don’t know, do you? Oh,
this is rich.”

Gigi’s temper flared as the bastard laughed at him. “Care to

enlighten me?”

Being mated to Remy and being part of a real family must have

done more good than Gigi realized. Sure, he was scared out of his
mind, but his backbone seemed to be ramrod-straight. He had lived
alongside real men who fought with honor, and Gigi liked to think
that some of that had rubbed off on him. Either that or he had totally
cracked.

“Boy, do you have any idea who you are? Any fucking clue

whatsoever?”

“As much as I like to tongue-spar, I’d rather do it with someone

who has an ounce of intelligence.” Gigi looked into Drake’s soul-
sucking eyes as the man crossed the distance and dispensed an open-
handed slap across Gigi’s face.

“I’m getting really tired of you slapping me around, Drake.” Gigi

wiped his hand across his mouth and then spit a small amount of
blood onto the ground. He ran his tongue along his teeth as he
smirked at the bastard. “Is that all you got?”

“Why you little…” Drake raised his hand again.
Gigi lifted his chin in defiance, waiting for the next strike. He

wasn’t into pain, but he wasn’t going to let Drake know how
frightened he was either.

“You’re a fucking Magi, you little shit. You’re one of the rarest

breeds of your kind. Your blood can be traced back to fourth century
BC. You can read the stars and manipulate the fate that the stars
foretell. Your dumbass father wasn’t even aware of this. Your mother

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was the Magi that gave you your bloodline. Too bad she died giving
birth to you and took the secret with her.” Drake stood and curled his
lip up at Gigi. “Your father sold you for a mere three hundred credits.
Tell me, Giovanni. How does it feel knowing your family didn’t even
want you?”

“Drake, I need you over here,” someone shouted from the

direction of Drake’s ship.

Drake narrowed his eyes on Gigi, pointing a cruel finger at him. “I

see what the hell you’re doing, boy. It won’t work. I need you in tip-
top shape for what I have planned for your runaway ass. I won’t mar
your face, so stop with the flippant tongue.”

Gigi growled at Drake before the bastard turned on his heels and

walked away, heading over to his ship. Gigi was stunned to learn who
he was. He wasn’t so sure, though. Trusting what came out of Drake’s
mouth was a toss of the credit. It could be true, or it could be a load of
shit. He pushed it out of his head for the time being. Gigi had more
pressing matters to think about.

Gigi leaned sideways and made sure no one was watching him as

he pulled the com link from his front pocket and pressed the button
for a connection. He slid it back into his pocket and then sat up
straight.

All he had to do was wait for one of the crew members to lock

onto his coordinates. In the meantime, Gigi lay back against the wall
of the hangar and prayed that his mate got to him in time before
Drake’s ship was repaired and he was taken off of this planet.

* * * *

Remy hit his com link. “Remy.”
“Commander, I just got a call from Gigi’s com link, but he hasn’t

said anything,” Livewire reported in his ear.

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“Lock onto his coordinates, and give them to me.” Remy signaled

Colt to stop. They both waited in the streets of Beta Five as Livewire
locked onto to Gigi.

“Got him,” Livewire said then he rattled off Gigi’s coordinates.

“I’ve entered his location into the computer, and it’s telling me that
Gigi is in an old hangar approximately ten minutes from your
location.”

Remy tossed a few credits to a waiting shuttle driver as he and

Colt hopped on. He gave the driver the directions to where they were
headed.

“That’s a bad part of town,” the driver’s scratchy voice warned

them. “I’ll take you close, but then you’re on your own.”

“Just take me as close as you can. I’ll walk from there.” Remy

grunted as he sat back.

“Your neck,” the driver said as he pulled away from the shuttle

stand.

“You think it’s Drake?” Colt asked as he looked out the side

window.

Remy knew the hawk shifter was dealing with a lot of things right

now. Pax was Colt’s mate, and the little blue guy was afraid to go
anywhere near him. Remy couldn’t imagine being near Gigi and
unable to reach out and touch him.

Remy fisted his hands as he waited for the shuttle to get him close

to his mate. Whoever had him, and he had a feeling he knew, was
going to be breathing out of multiple holes in his body when he was
through with him. Remy was still ticked at Livewire for the stunt he
pulled, but he sort of understood the reasoning behind it.

Sort of.
Maybe.
Not really.
He wanted to strangle the guy.
“Here you go. Sorry, guys, but I’m not going any further than this.

The place you want is right over that ridge.” The driver pointed to a

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low-rising ridge to the right of them. “Good luck,” he said as if they
weren’t coming back.

Remy and Colt climbed out of the small shuttle and headed

toward his mate. It took them about eight minutes to trek through the
hot sand and climb up the rocky ridge. Remy had lost his footing a
couple of times, but they finally made it to the top.

They lay low as Remy spotted the old hangar. It was rusty as hell

and had a few shingles missing. What was new was the spacecraft
sitting inside of it. Remy recognized it from his run-in the day before.

Drake.
Remy growled low as he watched the mechanics working on the

ship. He couldn’t assess how many people there were down there, but
at this point, he didn’t really give a shit. His only objective was to get
his mate safely out and kill the bastard for taking Gigi from him.

“Ready?” Colt asked in a low voice.
Remy nodded as the two of them climbed over the top of the ridge

and began the slow descent down the other side. They had to be
careful no one spotted them. The element of surprise was on their side
so far, and Remy planned on keeping it that way.

Once they cleared the ridge, Remy and Colt hauled ass to the side

of the hangar, placing their backs against the rusty shingles and
listening for a moment. The sounds of pneumatic tools whizzed
throughout the hangar and a few voices shouted, but Remy didn’t hear
anything to indicate anyone was close by.

He knelt down and peered through a missing shingle to see his

mate with his back against the hangar wall. Remy wanted to shout for
his angel but bit back the words. He had to get Gigi out before anyone
knew that they were there.

“Fuck,” Colt growled seconds before a hard object was pressed

into Remy’s nape.

“So glad you could join us, Commander.”
“My pleasure, Drake.”

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* * * *

Pax bit his thumbnail as he watched Livewire in the engineering

room. He really didn’t want to be alone right now, so he shadowed the
mechanic.

“Could you hand me a half-inch?”
“A half-inch of what?” Pax asked as he looked around the

engineering room. He wasn’t sure what the guy was talking about, but
he was willing to help out if it took his mind off of Gigi and Colt.

Livewire chuckled as he pointed to the floor. “A half-inch

wrench.”

Pax knelt down as he picked up the silver-colored tools. He read

each one until he found the one Livewire needed. “Is this it?”

Livewire took it from his hand as he turned back to his work.

“That would be the one.”

Pax sat on the floor and played with the tools that surrounded him.

He lined them up in the order of their size, and then lined them up
again until they spelled out Colt’s name.

“Livewire?”
“Yeah, buddy?” the mechanic grunted as he pushed his arm into a

sliver of space between two parallel walls. It looked like a very tight
fit, and Livewire’s face was pinched in concentration. Pax wasn’t sure
if he should distract the mechanic.

“I’m listening.”
Pax flicked the tools with the tip of his finger as he thought about

what he wanted to say. He wasn’t really sure, but he was tired of
being confused. “What does it mean to be mates?”

“I need a little more clarification of what you’re after, Pax,”

Livewire said as he gritted his teeth, his arm shooting out from the
space as he cursed, the half-inch hitting the floor.

Pax crawled over and picked it up, handing it back to Livewire.
“Thanks.” The mechanic grabbed it and then stuck his arm back

in. “Go ahead, I’m listening.”

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Pax sat back down on his behind as he crossed his legs. He’d

never really had anyone to confide in before, and he wasn’t sure he
knew how. The words were getting jumbled in his head, making it
difficult for him to form anything that would make sense.

“Colt confuses me.”
Livewire’s hand stilled as he looked at Pax. “That can happen. But

as hard as this sounds, you have to trust that fate knew what she was
doing when pairing you two. Now I’m not saying you should let your
guard down and go running into his arms, although I’m sure Colt
wouldn’t mind, but give him a chance. He doesn’t seem like a bad
guy.”

“I guess.” Pax flicked the tools around some more as he tried to

make sense of it all. How could someone like Colt want him? The
hawk shifter was strong, fierce, and brave. He deserved an honorable
mate. Not someone like Pax. He was terrified he wouldn’t measure
up. Pax thought of Colt’s beautiful blond hair that seemed to have a
mind of its own and those gorgeous blue eyes that seemed to see right
through him.

Pax ran every time he saw Colt. If the hawk shifter could see

through him, then he would know Pax’s shame. Pax couldn’t handle
that. He wanted Colt to see him in a different light, the light that
should have shone down on him if he’d had a better life.

“Things will work out, buddy.”
Pax nodded numbly, wondering if Livewire’s words would really

come true or if Colt would discover his disgrace and run as far away
as possible.

* * * *

Gigi gasped when he saw Remy and Colt come into the hangar.

Drake was walking behind his mate with a phaser shoved into his
neck. Fear and anger knotted inside of Gigi as his eyes followed his
mate.

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“We have company, boy.” Drake pronounced the last word with

disdain. “What should I do with them?”

Gigi knew it was a trick question. He was afraid to open his

mouth. Anything he said would get twisted around and used against
him. Drake was twisted that way. The man made a fortune finding
loopholes and manipulating others. Why should Gigi be any
different?

“I see you’re getting smart, boy.” Drake chuckled, but humor

wasn’t a part of that laugh. “I have a little game we can play to pass
the time until my ship is ready.”

Sheer, black fright swept through Gigi at Drake’s words. His

pulse began to beat erratically at the look on Drake’s face. The man
had never had a full deck of cards, but there was a gleam of madness
in his eyes now. Something that Gigi had never seen before now.

“W–What kind of game?”
“Get up,” Drake commanded.
Gigi locked eyes with Remy as he got to his feet. His mate’s jaw

was clenched as he watched every move Gigi made. He could see
love shining in his mate’s eyes, but it was mingled with fear. The
need to run to his mate was strong, but Gigi held back.

Gigi instinctively threw his arms out when Drake tossed

something at him. Why on earth would Drake give him a phaser? He
turned it over in his hands as he tried to figure out what the bastard
was up to.

“It has enough charge for one blast,” Drake said as he steadied his

hand on Remy’s shoulder, the phaser still glued to Remy’s neck.
“You can use that one shot to shoot this guy standing here,” he said,
nodding to Colt, “or I kill the commander.”

“Why?” Gigi cried out.
Drake’s lip curled back into a sneer. “To show everyone,

including you, that I have complete control over you. You’ll do what I
say, when I say, without question from here on out.”

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Gigi stared down at the phaser in his hand and then up at Colt,

pleading with his eyes for someone to tell him what to do. He wasn’t
crafty enough to figure out a plan on the spot. Gigi needed someone
to give him a signal, something.

“Make your mind up,” Drake said in warning.
“I’ve made my mind up.” Gigi could think of only one possible

solution to all of this.

“I knew you would come around to my way of thinking,” Drake

cackled with glee. “Go ahead, shoot him.”

Gigi stared at Colt. The hawk shifter squared his shoulders and

gave Gigi a nod. There wasn’t one ounce of fear in the man’s eyes.
He stood there bravely, facing his death like a warrior. Gigi’s respect
for the man grew in leaps and bounds.

He looked over to his mate, trying his best to convey his feeling

with his eyes.

“No,” Remy whispered as his eyes widened with terror. “No,

angel.”

“I have to,” Gigi said as he placed the phaser to his temple.
“No!” Remy shouted, tense lines mapping out a pattern on his

face.

Gigi choked back a cry as his finger applied the slightest pressure

to the trigger. His breath seemed to solidify in his throat.

“Are you fucking nuts?” Drake shouted at Gigi. “Get that damn

thing away from your head.”

Remy’s eyes locked onto Gigi’s, and then they lowered to the

ground. Gigi’s eyelashes lowered and then rose, telling Remy he
understood. Quicker than Gigi had been prepared for, Remy jerked to
the right and Gigi flipped the phaser around in his hand, firing it
directly at Drake.

Remy yanked from Drake’s grip and leapt at Gigi, both hitting the

ground. Drake hit the cement floor, his lifeless body unmoving. Colt
grabbed the phaser from Drake’s hand and kicked the bastard, but
Drake didn’t move.

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“I thought you would never get the charade!” Gigi cried

hysterically at Remy. “You took long enough.”

“Ssshhh.” Remy breathed the shushing little sound against Gigi’s

ear as he cradled him in those strong arms. “It’s over.”

“I thought—” Gigi sniffled.
“Colt, go get those fuel cells from Drake’s ship and anything else

you can grab. If anyone gives you any problems, deal with them.”

“Yes, Commander.” Colt nodded and walked away to get the

cells.

Remy picked Gigi up and carried him in his arms, walking out of

the hangar with Gigi held tightly to his chest. Remy took him to the
side of the hangar and then set Gigi on his feet. “I need, angel.”

“Reclaim me,” Gigi begged. “I need you, too.”
Remy nodded and picked Gigi up. Gigi wrapped his legs around

Remy’s waist as he clung to the man that had stolen his heart. Remy’s
mouth covered Gigi’s hungrily as he tried to devour him. Gigi’s hands
pulled at Remy’s clothes, wanting to feel his mate’s skin under his
fingertips. Remy yanked his shirt off, never breaking the connection.

“Love you,” Gigi breathed against Remy’s lips. “Fill me, claim

me.”

Remy growled as Gigi felt the back of his pants being ripped.

Cool air kissed his ass as Remy flipped him around, letting a string of
saliva drip down the crease of Gigi’s ass. Remy pulled him back
around and quickly freed his cock. His mate’s moves were desperate,
hurried, as Remy lined his cock up and sank deeply into Gigi’s ass.

“Remy,” Gigi cried out as he wrapped his arms around Remy’s

neck, clawing at his back. “Fuck me hard, Remy. Remind me who I
belong to.” Gigi’s head fell back, hitting the hangar as he panted and
mewled.

Remy’s strokes became almost savage, going deeper with every

thrust. Gigi met his thrusts, almost in frenzy as Remy reclaimed him,
branded him. Gigi tilted his head, Remy not waiting a second as he
sank his canines deep into Gigi’s neck.

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Gigi cried out as his cock exploded. His head swam with the

realization that he was back in his mate’s arms, safe, where he
planned to stay for a very long time.

Remy licked the wound closed and then threw his head back,

howling loudly as his cock pulsed in Gigi’s ass, hot seed filling him.
Gigi rested his head on Remy’s shoulder, inhaling the scent that was
uniquely Remy’s.

“Now how am I supposed to get back to the ship with my ass

hanging out of my pants?” Gigi teased.

“Very carefully.” Remy chuckled. “Very, very carefully, angel.”
“Drake said I was Magi. He said I come from a long line of

them.”

Remy nuzzled Gigi’s neck, his tongue tracing a path from jaw to

ear. “We’ll figure things out as we go along. There’s no need to worry
about it now.”

Gigi kissed the side of Remy’s neck, thankful for such a strong

and loving mate. Remy accepted everything Gigi threw at him and
kept coming back for more. Gigi cupped Remy’s face in his hands.

“I love you, Remy.”
Remy grinned. “Love you, too, angel.”
Was there anything else to say?

* * * *

Colt stood in the corridor, staring out of the porthole at the stars.

Crank and Blade had completed the blast job on Beta Five. It had felt
like light-years since the stowaway was found and their lives had
changed forever.

Livewire and Tank had gotten Lady Blue off of her belly and back

into space. With the five fuel cells they had confiscated from Drake’s
ship, they were good to go for a long time. They had even
appropriated some other supplies that would keep them from having
to land for quite some time.

End of the Line

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Colt’s eyes stayed forward as he felt, more than saw, Pax heading

his way. He wasn’t sure what he was going to do about his mate. The
first thing on his list was getting to know the little blue-skinned man a
little better. Their road was going to be a bumpy one, but Colt knew
they would eventually work things out.

Until then, all he could do was slowly chip away at his mate’s

defenses and hope one day Pax gave him enough trust to let him in.

Pax stopped walking when he passed Colt. He hesitated for what

felt like forever. The hawk shifter held his breath and kept his eyes
front and center. His mate walked to him cautiously and then stood
next to him, staring out of the same porthole.

A smile tugged at Colt’s lips when Pax slid two fingers into the

palm of Colt’s hand. He curled his fingers around his mate’s as he
stared at the stars, knowing in his heart that they were going to be
fine.

THE END

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ABOUT THE AUTHORS

Lynn Hagen loves writing about the somewhat flawed, but

lovable. She also loves a hero who can see past all the rough edges to
find the shining diamond of a beautiful heart.

You can find her on any given day curled up with her laptop and a

cup of hot java, letting the next set of characters tell their story.

Stormy believes the only thing sexier than a man in cowboy boots

is two or three men in cowboy boots. She also believes in love at first
sight, soul Mates, true love, and happy endings.

Stormy lives in the great Northwest region of the USA, with her

gorgeous husband and soul Mate, six very active teenagers, two
boxer/collie puppies, one old biddy cat, and one fish.

You can usually find her cuddled in bed with a book in her hand

and a puppy in her lap, or on her laptop, creating the next sexy man
for one of her stories. Stormy welcomes comments from readers. You
can find her website at www.stormyglenn.com.

Also by Lynn Hagen

Everlasting Classic ManLove: Brac Pack 1: Maverick’s Mate

Everlasting Classic ManLove: Brac Pack 2: Hawk’s Pretty Baby

Everlasting Classic ManLove: Brac Pack 3: Sunshine’s Savior

Everlasting Classic ManLove: Brac Pack 4: Remi’s Pup

Everlasting Classic ManLove: Brac Pack 5: Stormy Eyes

Everlasting Classic ManLove: Brac Pack 6: Oliver’s Heart

Everlasting Classic ManLove: Brac Pack 7: Keata’s Promise

Everlasting Classic ManLove: Brac Pack 8: George’s Turn

Everlasting Classic ManLove: Brac Pack 9: Loco’s Love

Everlasting Classic ManLove: Brac Pack 10: Lewis’s Dream

Everlasting Classic ManLove: Brac Pack 11: Mark’s Not Gay

Everlasting Classic ManLove: Brac Pack 12: Nutter Nero

Everlasting Classic ManLove: Brac Pack 13: Heaven’s Hell

Everlasting Classic ManLove: Brac Pack 14: Nicholas’s Wolf

Everlasting Classic ManLove: Brac Pack 15: Murphy’s Madness

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Everlasting Classic ManLove: Brac Pack 17: Carter’s Tryck

Everlasting Classic ManLove: Brac Pack 18: Joshua’s Law
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Everlasting Classic ManLove: Brac Pack 20: Steven’s Journey

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Siren Classic ManLove: Blaecleah Brothers 2: Cowboy Keeper

Siren Classic ManLove: Blaecleah Brothers 3: Cowboy Way

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Siren Classic ManLove: Wolf Creek Pack 3:

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Siren Classic ManLove: Wolf Creek Pack 5: Love, Always, Promise

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Ménage Amour ManLove: Tri-Omega Mates 2: Forbidden Desires

Ménage Amour ManLove: Tri-Omega Mates 3: Hidden Desires

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Siren Classic ManLove: Lovers of Alpha Squad 2:

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Ménage Amour ManLove: Lovers of Alpha Squad 4: Three of a Kind

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Siren Classic ManLove: True Blood Mate 1: Heart Song

Ménage Amour ManLove: True Blood Mate 2: Alpha Born

Siren Classic ManLove: True Blood Mate 3: Love Sexy

Siren Classic ManLove: True Blood Mate 4: Redemption

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Siren Classic ManLove: Katzman 2: Dream Mate

Siren Classic ManLove: Katzman 3: Pride Mate

Ménage Amour: Love’s Legacy 1: Cowboy Legacy

Siren Classic ManLove: Viking Lore 1: Honor Bound

Siren Classic ManLove: Midnight Matings: Scales and a Tail

Siren Classic ManLove: Midnight Matings: Fang and Fur

Siren Classic ManLove: Midnight Matings: White Paws and a Dream

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Siren Classic ManLove: Elemental Demons 1: Fire Demon

Siren Classic ManLove: Elemental Demons 2: Air Demon

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Siren Classic: Wolf Queen

Siren Classic ManLove: His Gentle Touch

Ménage Amour: Mating Heat

Siren Classic ManLove: Shake, Rattle, and Roll

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