Mercenary Abduction (Alien Abduction) by Eve Langlais Read Free Book Online

news. If only they’d mentioned his name rather than
    referring to him as the purple killer. He’d call in the details himself later and make sure the news channels got their facts straight. It would make the piece on his eventual escape and the heist of the jewels as his crowning touch all the sweeter.
    And then, he’d track down the human who tricked him. Once I find her… He’d throw her
    scrumptious frame over his shoulder and abduct her, mercenary style. He had it all planned out – plotted in between his arrest and his short court appearance where a three-breasted, aqua-skinned female judge tried him for unsanctioned murder. By rote, he flirted with the older, portly matron perched atop the towering podium as he pictured his retaliation on the human. He’d tie her to his bed. Strip her slowly, then…
    The judge rendered her verdict with a flutter of her dozen eyelids and a glance below his waist.
    Makl smiled back with all his teeth showing. The game was not yet lost. Sure, he’d let his cock rule his head and it almost cost him his life. Lucky for him, his pretty face, once again, saved the day. The judge decided to make him pay for his crimes by selling him to a local brothel. But before he’d get sent to his new home, he needed to wait for them to process the paperwork.
    In the meantime, he spent the waiting period in a less than sumptuous jail. Alone. The laws on this
    planet tended to mete justice quickly and permanently. So it was with surprise he heard the key jangle in his lock. He wasn’t supposed to transfer for another day or so, which meant he was getting company.
    Makl opened a lazy eyelid just as the door to his cell slid open and another unlucky prisoner was sent to join him.
    “I demand a lawyer,” growled a familiar barbarian voice. “That wasn’t a trial. I never even got to
    defend myself.”
    Not surprising, the pigs lugging the object of his fantasies into the room didn’t answer. She glared
    at them as they stomped out and locked the heavy metal door.
    Well. Well. When he’d initially woken in his prison, he’d cursed himself for not following the
    mercenary code. Thankfully, the goddess Karma did so love him. Loved him so much, she brought him a
    present.
    Glad now that he’d bided his time in the cell, knowing escape was only a few galactic units away,
    Makl wanted to rub his hands with glee. Alive. A bit of fame under his belt. Escape near at hand, and now, sweet revenge.
    It took only a moment for him to pin his new cellmate, a certain human female – who wasn’t a
    virgin, dammit! – against the cold metal wall. She looked different, her long coiled locks of before gone in favor of a short, spiked hairstyle. But new haircut or not, he recognized her. His not so virgin human.
    He leaned his face in close to hers, almost closing his eyes in delight as her soft, flowery
    fragrance enveloped him. “We meet again, not so innocent one.”
    “If it isn’t the purple prankster, or was that punster?” She cocked her head and smirked.
    “It’s the galactic avenger.”
    “Avenger of what?”
    Staring at her lips, he lost focus at her question. “What do you mean of what?”
    “What are you avenging?”
    “Nothing.”
    “Then how did you choose the name?”
    He frowned at her. “Why does it matter?”
    “Never mind. If you want people to know who you are, though, you really should get a uniform or
    something.”
    “Are you mocking me?”
    “Asks the guy who is trying to be like some super space pirate.”
    “You compare me to a pirate?” He arched a brow. “Is it because I’m dashing? Bold? Handsome?
    Rakish appearing?”
    “I was thinking more of unkept, unwashed, and stealer of things not belonging to him.”
    “You forgot ravisher of females.”
    “I don’t know if it’s considered ravishing when you pay for it.” The sweet smile she bestowed for
    some reason irritated him.
    “Anyone ever mention you’re most annoying?”
    Russet lips parted further.