Vexing Voss:Coletti Warlords 03(21)

How in the hell had they gotten away from Voss and Uncle Saul?

The minute Sargon saw us, he let out a battle cry and charged.

Hothar stepped in front of me, bravely shielding me with his body.

The warriors disappeared, and within a blink of an eye, they were on Hothar, wrestling the pistol away from him.

Hothar retaliated. His battle techniques reminded me of Voss's.

I grabbed an empty bottle and hurled it at Porky the Pug, who, for some odd reason, seemed unable to teleport.

Sargon dodged to the right, tripped on a severed leg, and bam! Down he  went, sliding across the blood-slick floor like a hockey puck.

"Ha! Can too fight."

One of the warriors whirled around and grabbed my arm like he thought I  was going to make a run for it. If we had a ship, would we still be  here? "Let go of me."

The warrior bared his itty-bitty fangs and announced importantly, "Malik  has offered a five-million credit bounty to whoever captures you."

What? Was he expecting me to do a happy dance? I smiled at the dentally  challenged warrior. "You know, you should ask yourself. Does he really  have that kind of money?"

The warrior looked a bit taken aback. "Sargon says he is very rich."

"Sorry to break it to you, buddy, but let's just say Malik has had a few  financial setbacks recently, and the only reward you'll collect is a  trip to the undertaker."

The jerk tightened his grip painfully. "You are trying to trick me."

Like that would be hard? "Buddy, you're getting on my last nerve. Let go of my arm. Now."

The idiot actually laughed.

"Ever heard of a KTFO'D?"

The mangy warrior jerked me off the bar. "No."

"Let me give you a demonstration." Drawing heavily on my powers, I hauled off and gave him a one-two punch.

His eyes rolled back in his head, and he toppled over like a poleaxed steer.

"That, asshole, is what we call ‘knocked the fuck out.' Game over."  Picking up a bottle of Datol, I took a long drink and watched Hothar  slug it out with the other two warriors. Damn. He had definitely picked  up some slick moves from his merge with Zarek. By the fierce grin on his  face, he was enjoying beating the crap out of the thugs.

"When I'm done with you, you will be begging for mercy!" Sargon shouted, cracking his whip wildly.

The man really needed to spend some quality time with Voss or the Overlord.

To my utter amazement, instead of hitting me, the whip wrapped around a metal beam and yanked Sargon off his feet.

I took another drink. What a maroon.

His face a mask of frustrated rage, Sargon slid around on the  gore-covered floor like a drunken skater. Every other step he'd lose his  footing, and down he would go. Within a couple of minutes, he was so  coated in the thickly clotting blood only the whites of his eyes were  visible.

Giggling, I yelled at him, "Why don't you just make it easy on yourself and surrender?"

"A Coletti warrior never surrenders," Sargon bellowed and yanked a  big-ass knife from his boot. He pulled his arm back to throw it, and  down he went again, stabbing himself in the head.

Yikes, that had to hurt.

Screaming incoherently, Sargon somehow managed to teleport onto the bar.  He stood there for a moment, breathing hard and trying to wipe the goop  out of his eyes.

Aw, the poor guy really needed some help. I grabbed the high-pressure  nozzle and drilled him in the face with Kipto Piss. That should clean  some of the shit off.

Howling in fury, Sargon lost his footing and hit the floor with a loud splat!

Every time he managed to get to his feet, I'd knock him down again.

"I will kill you! I will kill you! I will kill you!"

"How does it feel to get your ass handed to you by a woman?"

Floundering like a beached whale, Sargon tried to swim his way across the floor.

Laughing hysterically, I ignored the astonishing amount of power  crashing through the bar and kept hosing down Sargon. God, this was way  too much fun.

"Zoey!" Voss bellowed.

Jumping about a foot, I spun around and blasted snookums right in the  face. Horrified, I stood frozen as the black liquid poured down his face  and cascaded off his battle suit.                       
       
           



       

Voss stepped out of the barrage of Kipto Piss, leaned over the bar, and turned it off. "Have you lost your mind?"

"You startled me, sugar."

The Battle Commander surveyed me from head to toe. "You're drunk."

"Well, yeah, a little bit."

Wild with rage, Sargon charged us, babbling, "Must kill the she-demon. Must kill the she-demon."

Voss decked him with a hard right.

"Gee, did you hafta do that? I could have taken him."

Voss sat me on the bar and pulled out his knife. "Tomorrow we work on your battle skills."

"I can fight."

He pointed at Sargon. "You call that fighting?"

"No, that was me having fun."

Raising an incredulous eyebrow, Voss cut the palm of his hand and held it to my mouth. "Drink."

One look at the concern in his eyes, and I obeyed. I must look worse  than I thought. Healing warmth surged through my aching body, and I  leaned into him, savoring the feel of his hard, muscular body.

Hothar's excited voice penetrated my lust-filled daze. "Did you see, Zoey? I took them both out."

I stopped lapping at Voss's yummy blood. "You kicked ass."

His chest puffed out. "I did."

"More," Voss commanded.

Rolling my eyes, I started drinking again, and my gaze fell on the  enormous Coletti warrior standing behind Hothar. Man, he gave Voss a run  for his money in the looks department. His chiseled features and deadly  amber eyes kind of reminded me of Uncle Saul.

He looked like someone you sure as hell didn't piss off and live to tell  about it. His black battle suit emphasized his massive frame, and on  each arm he wore large gold warrior's bracelets with elaborate designs.  An etched gold headband held back his gray warrior's braids.

I choked down one last mouthful of blood and stared at his aura. Holy  hell, that handsome hunk was the Overlord? I thought he'd be a whole lot  uglier and covered in battle scars.

Zarek grinned, exposing his very lethal fangs. "I do have my share of scars."

Oh dear God, why did I keep forgetting they could read my mind?

"An excellent question," Voss muttered in my ear.

"Um …  Sorry, sir, there aren't that many pictures of you, and in the few I've seen, you're all covered in blood."

"Anyone foolish enough to capture my image is hunted down and killed."

"Oh. Wow. That's a bit extreme, isn't it?"

"Not with a fifty-million credit bounty on my head," the Overlord commented drily.

"Gee, mine's only five million."

Voss growled. "Malik put a bounty on you?"

"Yep, and Sargon and his greedy goons thought I was the golden goose that will make all their dreams come true."

"They have learned otherwise," Zarek stated.

"Without a doubt." I kissed Voss's chin. "You know, if you didn't smell so bad, I'd lick you all over."

Voss rubbed his face and asked in a strangled voice, "How many Datols did you drink?"

"Gosh, I don't know. It could be five or maybe six. I was really thirsty."

"Take your mate back to the ship and tend to her needs," the Overlord  instructed with a laugh. "Hothar and I have much to discuss."

Hothar's eyes bugged out, and he shot me a pleading look.

"Sorry, buddy, but he's right."

Voss scooped me up in his arms and added, "The Overlord needs to insure you use your new talents properly, Hothar."

Hothar perked up considerably. "I get to keep them?"

Zarek smiled. "Yes, but there are limitations."

Lothel and Wulf suddenly appeared in the bar. They surveyed the gore.

I waved happily at them. "You guys missed a really fun party."

Wulf threw a cautious glance at Voss. "Party?"

"Yep, we had the Tai-Kok over for dinner."

"She released a Gorum," Voss explained.

"I sure did, and he gobbled them down. I just wish Bebo hadn't stung us," I added, rubbing my right shoulder.

The Battle Commander suddenly dumped me on the bar. Yanking my shirt and  armor up, he ran a finger over the spot that was burning like crazy.                       
       
           



       

Crossing my arms over my now exposed boobs, I hissed at Voss, "Hey, I'm not wearing a bra here."

His amber gaze slid over my breasts. "My warriors know better than to look."

Sure enough, Lothel and Wulf had their gazes averted.

I glanced at over at Hothar and gaped as Zarek practically ripped off the top of his battle suit.

His head cocked at an odd angle, Hothar tried to get a good look at the purple prism curling over his shoulder.

The Overlord examined the marks with great interest.

"Please tell me my back doesn't look like that."