Page 49 of Bullets and Dandelions

“I was in Ghana buying weapons for your army when Eric Roberts’s mercenaries attacked. He slaughtered the guards and took them.”

The King bared his freaky teeth again. “What does he want?”

“Her.” Kamous pulled me into view. “Dead.”

King Saraki’s eyes lit up. “The Scorpion! You will bring me great honor.”

“I already have a job with the United States Army,” I said.

“I have never had a soldier for a wife.” His eyes roved over me. “You are too skinny. I need something to hold onto when I am fucking you.”

The first chance I got, I was shooting him in the balls.

Stone interjected, “Private Reynolds is a highly trained sniper, and a valued member of my team.”

“General Grandville will sell her to me.”

For the right amount of money, that fucking traitor would. A quick look around and I knew if we had to fight our way out, someone might be killed or severely injured. Time to go with plan B. I glued myself to Stone’s side, wrapped an arm around his hips and gazed up at him adoringly. “I can feel our baby moving inside me.”

For a fleeting moment, a strange yearning filled Stone’s eyes. “Can you?”

“Want to feel the little guy kick, snookums?”

Stone leaned down and his mouth claimed mine in a kiss so carnal my knees almost buckled.

Rodriquez let out a low whistle.

Stone lifted his head, and my eyes widened at the hunger on his face. I could almost believe he wanted me.

“My woman and child are not for sale,” Stone declared emphatically.

The King bristled. “I will have her and there is nothing you can do to stop me!”

I could feel the bile rising in my throat. Oh yeah there was. I took a quick step forward and puked all over King Saraki’s fancy robe.

His screech of horror was music to my ears, and I emptied my stomach on his boots.

“Get her away from me! Get her away from me!”

Grinning like a loon, Stone hurriedly stuffed me in the bathroom. “Stay put.”

“Yes, sir.” I rinsed the yuck out of my mouth and listened to the King’s melt down. It seemed he had a bad case of germaphobia. I got a new toothbrush out of the drawer and scrubbed my teeth. God, I hated the taste of whiskey.

Saraki’s shouts stopped abruptly, and I cautiously looked out.

His vomit covered robe, and boots lay on the floor.

I opened the door further and a giggle escaped me. Saraki stormed across the tarmac, naked as the day he was born. I cocked my head in disbelief. He had ugly human eyes tattooed on each butt cheek. Huh? The all-seeing ass?

“Shit! I thought we would have to fight our way out,” Tex said.

I sighed in relief. “I can’t believe Plan B worked.”

“I am also astounded,” Kamous announced.

Johnson shook his head. “Whiskey makes you puke?”

“Yep, I’m allergic to it.”

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