Niklosi's Nightmare (First Wave Book 10) by Mikayla Lane Read Free Book Online

little eye opening
and seriously confusing.
    Why would he react that way to his
rescuer? she wondered. And who the hell are they?
    “You all right?” Mojo asked as he
put his hand on her shoulder, pulling BJ from her thoughts.
    “Yeah . . . yeah I’m good. Guess I
need another fingerprint card,” she said as she pulled on the cell doors to
make sure they were locked before she looked over at the open side door.
    “What the hell . . .” BJ gasped as
she saw the melted door handle.
    Mojo whistled low when he saw it
and turned accusing eyes on the strange men in the cells. 
    “What did you use that could melt
steel like that?” he asked.
    When neither of the men would
answer, Mojo moved over to where BJ had piled Traze’s weapons on the floor. He
pulled a pen from his pocket and moved around the various guns and knives
before he looked up at BJ.
    “I’m going to log these in next.
Get me the fingerprint card when you can,” he said before he left the room.
    BJ waited a few seconds and watched
him come back in with a box and pair of gloves on. Mojo quickly placed
everything into the box and headed back into the outer office before BJ looked
back at the broken door.
    “How many more of you are there?
Who the hell are you?” she found herself asking Nik, trying to ignore the rude,
younger man.
    When Nik remained silent, BJ looked
at the broken door handle again.
    “Mojo!” she called.
    Mojo came running and watched the
two prisoners warily. BJ handed him her gun, and Mojo looked at her with
shocked hazel eyes.
    “What the hell are you doing? You know
I hate guns!” Mojo whispered.
    “Yeah, but you know how to use one.
Watch them,” BJ said before she stormed out of the holding area.
    Mojo held the gun in steady hands
and kept a watchful eye on the two strangers while Nik ran his hands over his
head, wondering what the hell he was doing.
    Nik didn’t bother to look over at
Traze; he was still pissed off at his treatment of the female cop. If there was
one thing Nik couldn’t tolerate, it was the abuse of a female, and Traze’s
mouth had pushed him too far. At least that was what he was trying to convince
himself.
    “What the hell, Nik? Since when
does some hillbilly pussy make you forget what team you’re on?” Traze growled.
“I was trying to help.”
    “Kid,” Mojo whispered as he pointed
the gun at the larger of the two men who looked ready to rip apart the bars. “I
think you’d shut up if you could see the look on his face. You may want to move
away from the bars.”
    An engine gunned outside, and
lights flashed through the melted door handle and partially opened door before
they saw the door pushed closed. The lights went out, the engine stopped, and
Mojo grinned as he realized that BJ had moved her car in front of the door and
prevented it from being used for another escape attempt.
    “Fuck!” Traze growled before he glared
at Niklosi.
    “If Grai doesn’t kill you, I will
if you don’t behave yourself until he gets here,” Niklosi warned the youngest
T’Alq brother.
    Traze moved over to the other side
of the bars, away from Niklosi, and flipped him off.
    “He’s going to be just as curious
as to why you didn’t extricate yourself from the situation,” Traze countered,
even though he knew Grai would never be upset with Nik’s decision not to take a
chance on harming the humans.
    Niklosi snorted as BJ came back
into the room with a grin on her face.
    “I hope they shoot you,” Nik told
Traze before he sat back on the cot and leaned back against the bars.
    BJ grinned as she walked up to Mojo
and gently removed her gun from his stiff fingers.
    “Do you have any more friends that
plan on coming by to see if you need a ride?” BJ asked, walking over to Nik and
avoiding the irritating younger man.
    Niklosi ran his hands over his head
in frustration before he turned to her, his dark eyes appearing sincere.
    “I don’t think anyone else would be stupid enough to try and break me out of