Page 67 of Courting Mayhem

I sighed. It must be bad for him to bring it up.

“Yes, my lord.”Derek wrapped his arms around me and teleported.

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Chapter Thirteen

I studied our viewscreen. The Kabuki transport barge was anchored off a volcanic island. Over a dozen ships were moored to it. Weaponized drones hovered overhead while heavily-armed boats patrolled the area. Without Baelish’s help, retrieving the Shebu would turn into one bloody battle.

Poppa Jacob stepped out of the elevator with a big grin on his face. “All it took to get Baelish’s full cooperation was a short chat with Zosia.”

“Is chat an acronym for eat?”

“It is.” Poppa Jacob dropped into the captain’s chair. “She let him digest for about five minutes and then spat him back out.”

“Five minutes? He would be a mangled, oozing mess unless he was wearing his battle armor.”

“Not being an idiot, Baelish engaged his armor, but Qa’a had just fed Zosia more of those traitorous enforcers.”

“Oh Goddess! They attacked Baelish?”

“They almost had his armor off before she puked him back up.”

“Yuck.” I shuddered. “Baelish will either be a really good boy, or he’ll sell us out the first chance he gets.”

“And have two powerful Katanics after him. Not a chance.”

“Hey, he’s an Askole, they don’t do reasonable.” I ran a hand over my very short hair. “What do you think?”

“Too butch for an exotic dancer. Wear the silver wig with your metallic blue bra and matching harem pants,” Poppa Jacob said.

“But the material is transparent in the sun, and I might as well be naked.”

“And everyone will be watching you, not us.”

I threw up my hands. “Derek won’t like me displaying my assets.”

“Retrieving the Shebu is more important than your modesty and his possessiveness,” Poppa Jacob stated.

“Possessiveness? Nah. He’s not the type.”

“Possessiveness,” Poppa Jacob reiterated. “It’s a male trait. Now, go change.”

“Fine.” I teleported to my cabin and tried on several wigs. Poppa was right. The silver one worked the best, but it wasn’t like anyone would be looking at my hair.

“Come to the transporter room. We’re ready to beam down,” Derek said.

“Be right there.”I teleported to the transporter room and my jaw dropped. Derek was wearing nothing but a G-string, black boots, a long blonde wig, and a silver mask. His tattoos were covered with large silver armbands. I grinned at him. “Going for Conan the Barbarian look?”

Derek bared his teeth in a snarl. “Your fathers and Baelish insisted on this costume. The dancer I’m impersonating is well known for being afraid of his own shadow.”

“Don’t worry sweetie.” I patted his fine ass. “All you have to do is flinch when anyone gets close to you, slouch a bit and don’t look anyone in the eye.”

“I’m a War Commander, not a tame rabbit and WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WEARING?”

“My harem outfit.”

“It’s see-through!”

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