Vigilante Series 2: Nebula Vigilante by T. Jackson King

Author:T. Jackson King [King, T. Jackson]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Science Fiction
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Goodreads: 18619277
Publisher: Wilder Publications Inc.
Published: 2013-09-23T17:00:00+00:00

Maeve O’Grady shivered as she sat beside Conand O’Toole. The slaver and former IT manager for Connacht province. The man’s cold hand held her neck in a tight grip, even as the slaver looked at the pile of furniture that lay against the slidedoor. She inhaled deeply, ignoring the sweat and underarm stink of the man who had raped her three times in the last two days. She had just come from a shower in his toilet alcove when the ship shifted slightly from an outside contact, O’Toole had cursed loudly, then had begun piling furniture against the door.

“What are you afraid of, O’Toole?”

“Bitch, shut up!” The hand tightened on Maeve’s neck.

But hope had sprung anew in her as this deadly captain of a genome slaver ship began to show fear, anxiousness and even stopped his cursing as the wallscreen stayed blank, no one answered his demands for information, and the lights stayed on despite his order to Engineering to cut inside ecofields. The grav plates held them both to the floor and the pale orange light preferred by the man’s alien crew stayed on. Short of smashing the ceiling tube, O’Toole had control only of her. And that for not much longer, she hoped, remembering her mother and brother’s desperate hope as O’Toole took her from the cargohold. All three of them knew that the only hope Maeve had of living some kind of future life lay in the hands of the human captain. A man who had already betrayed humanity by leading the raid on her village.

“Lost control of your ship, have you?” she teased O’Toole, not minding if he hit her. Anything was better than another session of forced sex.

O’Toole gritted his teeth. “Damned Anarchate! I paid them their quarterly taxes! Why aren’t they stopping this boarding!” He squeezed her neck hard.

Boarding? By someone O’Toole feared? Better and better. Maybe she could distract him in a way that would help whomever was boarding this ship. “Is it the corvette from Morrigan? Are they the ones you fear?”

“Shut the fuck up!” O’Toole slammed her head against the metal wall behind the bed on which they both sat. She blinked at the pain. The man reached left with his free hand to grip a long, saw-bladed knife. Twisting in front of her eyes, he grinned under a three day growth of brown beard. “Maybe I should just kill you now? That way the boarders won’t get you!”

“Go ahead,” she said defiantly. “That will only make them mad and make it harder for you to strike a deal for your escape. Right?”

“Blammm!” sounded the slidedoor as something heavy hit it from the outside, bending its metal toward them.

O’Toole let go of her neck, shifted the knife to his right hand, then lowered his right hand behind her back. She felt the prick of the knife’s point against her right kidney area. “You are a better hostage alive than dead. For now. So shut up. I will do the talking. You talk, you die.

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