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Ilid looked at the shuttle lights now in front of him, still some distance away though Mitag’s speedster was gaining. “Catching up isn’t the issue. We can’t do anything to quiet the engine, but can one of you circumvent the safety lights on this thing so he doesn’t see us coming?”

Detodev promptly climbed in the co-pilot’s chair. “If you learn anything as a troubled youth under the care of watchful guardians on Haven, it’s how to keep a low profile. It’s the only way to have a good time unchaperoned.” He hesitated briefly before tapping on the dash controls. “Unless you’re Groteg’s ward. I swear it’s impossible to get anything past him. I wish like hell he was here.”

“We should com him,” Mitag suggested.

“I tried. He didn’t answer. He must be dealing with the fire emergency.”

It’s up to us alone then. Detodev will have to be the Nobek Charity needs. Ilid knew he had no need to say it. Detodev’s strained expression stated he was all too aware of the responsibility he faced.

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Wilkes glanced at the slut sitting in the seat next to his in the cockpit as she blinked awake. Naturally, the first thing she did was try to squirm free of the hovercuffs freezing her wrists to the chair arms. Her ankles were also locked in place, leaving her immobilized.

He expected her to scream to be released. To plead. Maybe cry. Instead, she treated him to a baleful glare. “Let me guess: Earthtique asshole? Holy Leader ass-kisser? Or are you simply threatened by women who refuse to live under your thumb?”

“Easy to see your father raised you to be a traitor, as well as an alien-loving whore,” he snarled, suddenly furious. She was afraid. It was obvious from her fast respiration and tense body. She wasn’t cowed into weeping submission, however. Why not?

“My father, I’m proud to say, sacrificed himself in all respects to stop a psychotic, narcissistic pedophile. Copeland was a whiny little shit with delusions of godhood. A serial child rapist. A pathetic, boasting bitch who used small men like you to terrorize and kill innocents to keep him in power. I was on his ship, and I promise your would-be deity is dead. Dead, dead, dead,dead.”

No. The cunt had to be lying. Borey Nath and Browning Copeland were still alive. One waited to be justly and painfully executed for his crimes, and the other restored to his rightful place as leader of God’s people. The universe would make sense to Wilkes only by setting the Holy Leader on his earthly throneonce more. The period between Armageddon and now was merely a test for the faithful.

“Shut your alien cocksucking mouth or I’ll smash it in,” he warned.

She laughed. The bitch fuckinglaughedat him. She thrust her face closer. “Go on, tough guy. Slap the pretty off me for this confession you no doubt want me to spill on vid. Do it for all the scared boys in men’s bodies. None of you can wipe your own asses unless Copeland gives you the courage to do so. Do it. I’ll be so convincing as a beaten woman ‘confessing’ the evidence you need.”

His fist clenched, eager to do exactly as she baited him. She already sported a bruise purpling her chin where he’d knocked her senseless. He’d no doubt hear about it from the interrogators who’d have to hide it under makeup or wait for it to fade before putting her on camera. Messing her up as she so desperately deserved wouldn’t please his superiors despite him delivering her.

To a point. He sneered. “We just need your face when you admit to your father’s crimes to set the record straight. The rest is fair game.”

He punched her in the stomach. The blow was almost casual, just enough to get her attention. The heavy stuff would come later if required.

He certainly hoped it would.

Her restraints allowed her to double over, the blood draining from her treacherous face as pain and shock taught their valuable lessons. It was his turn to laugh as she fought to breathe, as her first inhale included a groan.

“Thought you were safe from torture, did you? You’re a long way from being untouchable, precious. A lot of people look forward to hurting you if it’s necessary. Maybe even if it isn’t.”

He adjusted the crotch of his pants, which were suddenly tight as heat filled his manhood. She’d elbowed him there during his first attempt to bring her to justice. In an instant, he decided a little revenge, in the realm of “eye for an eye,” was in order as soon as he had the opportunity. Any evidence of such activity could be written off to her whoring for the aliens.

But it won’t be an eye for an eye. Cock for a pussy,he amended. He laughed again as he shifted to relieve the ache eager to take its vengeance.

Chapter Twenty-one

Charity was just beginning to find the ability to straighten from the agony of Wilkes’ brutal blow when he landed the shuttle. She’d damned near puked from the punch despite the almost lazy way he’d delivered it. She would have given in and done so, but the idea of spewing on Wilkes later when the opportunity presented itself held greater appeal.

He’d hurt her eventually. Probably badly. She’d seen his excitement, the telltale bulge of his crotch. His attack would include the act that allowed weak men to feel powerful when it came to harming women. He’d probably do so before help arrived, if it ever did.

Charity didn’t kid herself. Ilid, Detodev, and Mitag hadn’t witnessed him abducting her. The mayhem at the theater had seen to it.

“You set the fire,” she grunted.

“Some friends of mine, but it was my idea. Worked like a charm. As soon as I knew you’d be at the show, it was easy to figure out how to capture you.” He gloated as he released the seat restraint on her but not the cuffs. She considered trying to headbutt him. It would be out of pure spite and cost more thanit was worth. She’d probably be knocked unconscious against his Cro-Magnon skull.

His grip tight around her throat, diminishing her airflow to a trickle, would have kept her at bay in any case. Proving her suspicions of his plans for her, his free hand groped her breasts. It hurt, and she ground her teeth together. Not against the pain, but to keep from spitting at him. Her fury took no prisoners, but her abused stomach insisted it couldn’t handle another punch.

“I’ll have so much fun with you on our way to New Bethlehem,” he breathed. “Come on, whore, give me a taste of the screams I’ll hear when I make you pay for your sins. Let me hear it.” He brutally squeezed her breast, and she couldn’t stop a moan or tears from springing to her eyes. “I said, let me hear it!”

He twisted her flesh. She screamed at the sharp lance of agony as best her restricted airway allowed. The tears burst their dams and spilled down her cheeks. Wilkes looked euphoric when he relented.

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