Life of a Freelancer 2 by G.S. D'Moore

Author:G.S. D'Moore [D'Moore, G.S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-10-23T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

Naturally, I didn’t sleep well. My body was weird like that. Normally, I could fall asleep at the drop of a hat. I’d even been able to fall asleep in the middle of a battle before. That had been during an occupation op in a system with a name I didn’t even remember. Rioters had been taking potshots and throwing Molotov cocktails at our prepared positions for days. They just rotated in and out hoping to exhaust my platoon. Too bad they underestimated the true strength of a Confederation Marine. We would eat anything, sleep anywhere, and fuck just about anybody. That was the life we’d signed up for even if we didn’t know it at the time.

Of course, most of the time I was trying to grab some shuteye, I didn’t already have a full ten hours of unconsciousness under my belt. Still, that shouldn’t have mattered. My body was recovering from a cracked skull, shattered orbital bones, and a broken nose. I bet when the Amazons first dropped me in the Oasis, I’d had two wicked black eyes.

It wasn’t anything physical that kept me up. It was the uncertainty. The uncertainty about the test. The uncertainty about what would happen if I passed or failed. The uncertainty if Andrea, Miko, Kid, and Astrid were okay, or if they were about to do some heroic cowboy shit. I really hoped not. I didn’t need them to ride to my rescue, especially Astrid. The big dragon couldn’t go medieval on this place no matter how much the clan deserved it. I needed my fellow crew to trust me to figure all of this out. On TEOTL, there was no way to avoid Clan Nah. If they wanted our scalps, they’d get them eventually.

I needed to make sure that didn’t happen. “By taking a fucking test,” I bitched. I thought I was over that shit after I barely passed high school.

So, I laid in my bed, tossed, turned, and eventually gave up on sleeping to wander the joint. The Oasis and adjoining male quarters took up the top floor of Siri’Nah’s home. If I had to guess there were a few dozen guys who lived here. That might not seem like a lot, but it was a lot to stuff on one floor no matter how large. I bet some people doubled up but I had my own private suite. It wasn’t much larger than my cabin on Kid, but it was expensively decorated. The mattress felt like I was laying on a cloud and the sheets had to have an obscenely high thread count. There was also a small writing desk made out of Maeve wood. Fancy.

All of that made me think that only the clan’s best of the best got to reside here. I’d seen a lot more guys shaking their ass down by the docks, which made me wonder what the dudes here had to do to earn their place. This was the glass ceiling in the Sect’s version of Amazon society.

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