Star's Storm(65)

Jazin stormed into the conference room, pacing back and forth while he drew in deep breaths to calm himself. Jarmen came in behind him and sealed the door. Jazin looked at his friend with such fury, Jarmen winced. He had just killed two men. He had just opened communications to every known star system with a vow of vengeance and his mate calls him giggling! Giggling! Jazin ran his blood stained hands through his hair and fought the need to scream in fury. He was going to rip apart the male who continued to whisper sweet nothings to his mate.

“Where in the Gods are you, Star? And who is the male?” Jazin growled out stopping long enough to grip the chair that was bolted to the floor.

“Jazin? Oh Jazin, I was so scared. I don’t know where I am? IQ honey, do you know where we are?” Star asked softly.

“Of course, my dream. We are in space.”

Star giggled again. “Oh Jazin! Do you get it? I asked him where we were and he said we were in space! Isn’t he the cutest thing you’ve ever heard? He calls me all these ridiculous names but he really is smart and such a sweetheart,” Star added.

“Star, I need to know what your location is?” Jazin said in a quiet voice that reflected none of the violence he was feeling at the moment.

“Oh, yeah, sorry.”

Jazin listened as Star cleared her throat and asked the male what their location was again. This time, the male gave him the needed coordinates. Once he had them, he programmed the information into the warship’s navigation system. Now, he just needed to know who had his mate so he could kill them.

“Star, how were you able to contact the Blue Star?” Jazin asked, rocking back and forth as his fingers flexed in a crushing grip on the chair back.

“Oh, the box I was in was pulled aboard a freighter called Piece of Shit. When the two men on board opened it, I used the defense moves Armet and Dakar taught me to take them down. Jazin, you should have seen me! I kicked their asses good. Oh, you won’t believe their names! One of the men is called Dumbass and the other is called Jackoff. Anyway, I was able to get a pistol one of the guys was wearing and I shot them, only it was set to stun so I didn’t really hurt them but it knocked them out good,” Star paused to draw in a breath.

Jazin leaned his forehead down on the chair as he listened to her excited tone. She didn’t sound the least bit afraid now. His head jerked up as he realized she said she had stunned the men, not killed them. Gods, that meant they could still hurt her.

“Star, what about the men?” Jazin asked anxiously.

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about them. Numbnuts, that’s the service bot, has them locked up in the shithole,” she said mildly. “So, that only leaves me, IQ, and Numbnuts manning this piece of shit,” Star finished before she burst into laughter. “This is so good, Jazin. There is no way I could ever have made this ‘shit’ up,” she added before she burst into laughter that bordered on hysteria.

Jazin’s heart twisted when he heard the catch in her voice as she finally calmed down. “Jazin, can you come get me?”

“I will be there in less than an hour,” he responded huskily. “And I want time alone with the crew.”

Star giggled as IQ began singing a love song in French of all languages. “I think it might be an interesting conversation.”

“Keep the line open at all times,” Jazin gritted over the noise of the singing. “I don’t want to lose our connection.”

“I will. Oh, I think Dumbass and Jackoff are waking up,” Star said breathlessly. “I’d better go have a talk with them.”

“Star,” Jazin growled out but all he could hear was that damn male voice singing in some language he didn’t understand and that didn’t translate. “STAR!” He barked out loudly.

“I will monitor communications,” Jarmen said coming up behind his friend. “Perhaps it would be best for you to get cleaned up. Your mate should not see you covered in blood the way you are.”

Jazin looked down at his hands. Jar was right. With a muttered curse, he turned toward the door. As it opened, he looked back at his friend and pointed to the communication’s console.

“I am going to kill that annoying bastard,” he growled out before he turned and the door closed behind him.

Jarmen winced as the male on the other end hit a particularly high note and held it for a long time. “I will help you, my friend, I will gladly help you.”





Chapter 19


Star gripped the pistol she had tightly between both her palms as she edged up to the hole in the floor. She could hear muted conversation as the men talked to each other. She paused, listening for a few minutes. Shaking her head, she frowned in confusion. The men were speaking in French! One man was trying to tell the other that he still loved him, black eyes and all. The other man moaned that his nose would make him uglier now.