Hagen, Lynn and Glenn, Stormy - End of the Line [Lady Blue Crew 1] (Siren Publishing Classic ManLove) (13 page)

Remy spotted a man walking around with a blaster balanced on his shoulder, smoking a thin cigar. God, that shit smelled awful. Remy’s highly developed shifter senses were offended by the nasty habit. The man was going to die for his addiction.

He watched as Colt crept up behind the man and sliced his throat in one smooth motion, the man dropping to the floor. Colt had a feral look in his eyes that made him look insane. Remy would be too if anything ever happened to his angel.

The five searched the building, following Pax’s scent until they came to a door on the third floor. No one was sure what they were going to find, but thankfully Remy didn’t smell any blood. He signaled for them to go in fast and hard, taking whoever was inside by surprise.

When they rushed the room, Remy was disturbed to find only Pax occupying it. Colt shot over to his mate, who was lying unconscious on the floor with his wrists tied behind his back. A cold dread ran down his spine as Remy realized what was going on.

He hit his com, trying to raise Tank, but all he got was static. Remy rushed from the room and down the stairs as his heart caught in his throat. The Lady Blue sat in the shipping dock with only Tank to guard it. Whoever had done this wasn’t trying to get to Pax. They were trying to get to Gigi.

* * * *

Gigi sat on the bridge with Tank, worried out of his mind. Pax had feared being left behind, and what had they done? Left him behind. He wanted to kick his own ass for not making sure the man was onboard after promising not to leave him behind.

His assistant was going to hate him for this. Gigi bit his thumbnail as his eyes darted continuously down at the spaceport, as if his constant vigil was going to make them appear with Pax walking beside them.

“They’ll find him,” Tank tried to reassure him. “They’re good at what they do.”

“But what if they don’t?” Gigi asked as he glanced one more time out of the porthole, still not seeing his crew.

“You can’t think like that, Gigi. Think positive.”

Gigi couldn’t take sitting here any longer. He was too wound up and needed to pace it off. He left the bridge to roam the corridors, trying his best to calm down and think positive as Tank had suggested. It wasn’t easy.

Gigi walked toward the mess hall and then down two flights of steps to the cargo bay. Gigi just stepped off the last stair when he heard a noise from the back of the ship. His heart raced as he ran toward the retractable ramp. His crew was back, and hopefully Pax was with them. Gigi couldn’t seem to get back there fast enough.

When he rounded the corner, no one was there. “What the hell?” Gigi knew for a fact that he had heard footsteps. He wasn’t imagining things. As badly as he wanted Pax back, his mind wasn’t making it up.

Gigi walked toward the ramp, looking around for the source of the noise. Maybe Colt got back here first and had taken Pax to the medical bay. What if Pax was hurt? Gigi raced up the stairs and then headed in the direction of the infirmary, praying that Colt was just being cautious, and Pax wasn’t really hurt.

His heart thundered as he rounded one of the corners in the corridor and came face-to-face with his worst nightmare. Gigi tried to stop, but he wasn’t fast enough. He ran full-bore right into Drake.

“Got you, you little shit!” Drake shouted as he grabbed Gigi by his hair. “I spent a lot of time and money tracking your stupid ass down, and you’re going to pay for it every day for the rest of your life, Giovanni.”

Gigi spit in Drake’s face. He didn’t plan to go anywhere with the psycho. Drake could kill him here before he set foot outside the ship.

Drake snarled and threw Gigi against the bulkhead. Gigi grunted as he hit the unforgiving metal and slid to the floor. Fuck, he hurt. Before he could figure out exactly what hurt, Drake swung his hand out and smacked him across the face.

Bright red blood flew from Gigi’s mouth as his lip split open. Gigi wiped his mouth on the back of his hand then glared up at Drake. “Fuck you, Drake. I’m not going anywhere with you.”

“It looks like my little pet forgot who his master is,” Drake said as he smacked Gigi again. Gigi tried to crawl away, his head spinning, his body aching with pain. “It looks like I need to teach him his place again.”

Gigi remembered when he had first come to Drake and the things that had been done to him in the name of teaching him his place. He wasn’t about to experience them again. The cruel streak that ran through Drake was one of the main reasons Gigi escaped. He’d force Drake to kill him before he was subjected to that again.

Gigi had experienced what life was like away from the monster. He had experienced love and laughter, acceptance and freedom. He wasn’t going to go back to the dark world he had lived in before. He wasn’t.

Gigi refused to give up all that he had gained since meeting Remy. He scrambled to his feet and ran. He heard Drake roar behind him as the man gave chase. Gigi’s chest started to hurt as he ran as fast as he could. He wouldn’t be able to keep up the running for long. He would run out of breath soon.

“You’re going to be sorry when I catch you, Giovanni,” Drake yelled at him. “Stop running, and I might go easy on you.”

Gigi held his middle finger up behind him as he ran, flipping Drake off. He heard the man howl in rage and knew he wasn’t helping his situation any. If Drake did catch him, Gigi most likely would pay dearly. He just couldn’t be weakened by the man again. He’d lived that life too long. The one he had now was much better. It gave him the courage to flip Drake off.

Gigi ran to the only place he could think of off the top of his head—the mess hall. He ran through the double metal doors and over to the far wall. He hit a bunch of buttons on the food replicator and hoped he hit the right ones.

As he ran toward the kitchen, the food replicator began to whirl and spark. Gigi grinned as he hit the kitchen doors and plowed right through them. He might have to rethink his opinion of that infuriating machine.

“What the fuck?”

Gigi snickered as he heard Drake shout from the mess hall. He grabbed a bunch of pans, some knives and utensils—basically anything he could get his hands on. Gigi crouched down behind one of the counters and watched the double doors between him and Drake.

He held his breath as the door started to open, biting his lip to keep from laughing when he saw a wall of white foam several inches high. Yep, he was definitely changing his opinion on the food replicator. He just needed to find someone to put it back in pristine condition, and the damn thing could stay.

“Giovanni, I swear, if you don’t get your fucking ass out here,” Drake said as he pushed through the double doors, “I’m going to sell you to the first man I come across.”

Gigi started tossing pots and pans at the door the second Drake walked through them. Drake cursed and ducked, holding his hands up in front of his face as he dodged the dishes. Gigi just continued throwing stuff. When he ran out of dishes, he started tossing knives and utensils at Drake.

“Get out!” Gigi screamed. “Get the hell out of here. I’m not going with you. You can’t make me.”

“Giovanni!”

Gigi grinned when he heard Drake scream as something hit him.
Score one for the sex slave
. Gigi renewed his attack, tossing anything that wasn’t nailed down at Drake. He even grabbed the steaks out of the pantry and threw them.

Drake dove back through the doors. Gigi paused, a melon in his hand, and waited to see if the man would come back in. Several seconds went by. Gigi started to grow nervous when he didn’t hear anything. Drake wasn’t making a sound. He wasn’t even cursing.

Gigi knew he had hit Drake with several different items. The man should have been threatening him at least, but he wasn’t making a peep. Gigi took a cautious step toward the doors then another and another.

He pushed the doors open a crack and peeked through the small slit. The room was filled with white foam, but it was only about waist-high. If Drake was in the room, Gigi would have seen him.

Gigi leaned down and grabbed one of the knives off the floor. He dropped the melon and clutched the knife tightly in his hand as he slowly crept out of the kitchen. Gigi watched the growing foam as he carefully made his way over to the doors leading to the corridor.

Just as he reached the large doors, they swung open. Gigi screamed and started swinging with the knife. Pure panic filled him when someone grabbed him and wrenched the knife out of his hand. Gigi screamed again and started struggling. He scratched and bit at any piece of flesh he could reach. His teeth rattled when he was grabbed and shaken.

“Gigi!”

Gigi stopped struggling when he realized he was being held by Remy. Standing right behind Remy were Crank, Tank, and Blade. Colt stood near the door with Pax held tightly in his arms.

“Remy!” Gigi jumped into Remy’s arms and climbed up as much of the man’s large body as he could. Remy took over, lifting him up in his arms. Gigi clung to Remy as his breathing calmed.

“Ssshhh, angel, I have you,” Remy whispered as his hands stroked down Gigi’s back. He leaned back and cupped the side of Gigi’s head. “What happened to your face, angel?”

“Drake! Where’s Drake?” Gigi asked as his panic returned. He lifted his head and glanced quickly around. “He was here. Where did he go?”

“I don’t know, angel. We didn’t see anyone when we came onboard.”

“He was here, I swear.”

“I believe you, angel.” Remy turned and looked at the other crew members. “I want the ship searched from top to bottom, every nook and cranny. Don’t leave anything unturned, no matter how bizarre it may seem. Search everywhere.”

Blade, Tank, and Crank took off, the door swooshing closed behind them. Gigi glanced over, relief filling him when Pax smiled at him and waved.

“Pax, I was so worried about you,” Gigi said quickly. “I thought you were right behind us. I had no idea you didn’t make it onto the ship. Can you ever forgive me?”

Pax pointed to the destruction behind Gigi. “I’ll forgive you if you clean that mess up because this stretches the lines of my job description.”

Gigi grinned and leaned his head against Remy’s chest. “Done.”

* * * *

Remy ran a knuckle down his angel’s face, rage filling him at the red and angry welt. He could feel the heat of the offense as he stroked his fingers gently across the mark that was sure to turn into a bruise.

“I’m okay,” Gigi whispered, his voice rough with need. He glanced up, his golden eyes smoldering with clouds of arousal as they transformed into the amber color Remy had grown to love and associate with his mate’s desire.

Remy needed to reassert his claim on his mate. Gigi had been touched by another man, and Remy needed to wash that scent away and replace it with his own. Remy walked out of the mess hall and straight to their quarter. Once they cleared the door, he laid his angel down on their bed.

“Strip.” His eyes locked onto his angel’s fingers as Gigi pulled his shirt over his head. Remy closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to hold onto his control for just a little while longer.

Remy unsnapped his pants and shoved them off of his sensitive skin, removing his shirt as he watched his mate undress. He palmed his cock, waiting for his angel to finish disrobing. He didn’t have to say a word. Gigi leaned forward and took Remy’s cock into his mouth.

“Slow down, angel,” Remy gasped when his mate tried to devour him. He ran his hand over soft, sandy blond hair, letting his angel know how pleased he was.

Amber eyes glanced up at him as sex-swollen lips suckled at the head of his cock. Remy groaned when he saw how wet Gigi’s lips were. Remy hissed when his angel altered his technique and his tongue slid up and down his cock. If he planned on fucking his angel, he needed to stop him before Remy lost what little control he had.

“On your hands and knees, angel.”