Page 33 of Captured By the Alien Captain
I will do everything in my power to get her in the position she needs to be. Someone will need to direct the humans once this scum is taken out. She doesn’t realize it yet, but she will be the queen ofourpeople.
Instead of spoiling her on the future, I grunt and nod. I don’t want her getting cold feet.
“Complete the mission and then we’ll figure out what to do next,” I tell her softly. When she nods, I turn my attention to the others and listen to their plan. Always working together, this group is my most elite. When it comes to attacking, they know how to figure out the best routes to take. After Jax gave them what information she could, they’ve been thinking about it long and hard.
Today can’t go wrong. The outcome of our survival depends on their success.
When we arrive, Jax insists on leading. Everyone should recognize her so they hopefully won’t rush to aim their weapons at us. Her explanation makes sense, but I don’t like the thought that she’d be hit first if she were walking in front of me.
The planet is one foreign to us. However, I can guess it’s like all the other planets they’ve tried to take over. They’re all inhabitable in one way or another. Some creatures can last years of breathing in this air. Others, only a few days. What is to say about this one?
Jax leads us to the camp. She lifts her hands instead of drawing her pistol when she is threatened by a few guards standing by the entrance.
My fingers clench and I fight everything within me that screams to kill the men pointing red lasers at all of us. Most aim directly for our hearts like they believe it will make a difference. Thanks to Flora, it may not.
“We’re here to see Hendrick,” she explains in what I would consider the calmest voice I’ve ever heard her speak in.
For a moment, I’m distracted. I can’t help but like the tone. Like a rumble that itches the right part of my brain. Now is not the time for that.
Another beam of red is pointed at me, no longer on Jax. I relax a bit. I’m the biggest of the bunch, one to be preserved more of a threat.
They’d be right.
I hold a hand up, motioning to the others to play along. No need to make these humans trigger-happy. Not when they’re already itching to see our blood spill.
“You should not be here,” one of the humans calls to her. “You need to turn around.”
And there goes Jax’s calm demeanor. An all-to-familiar look of anger fills her eyes. The same look that makes it easy to smile whenever she points it in my direction.
She doesn’t care about the guns. Like she feels like she’s invincible, she leaves my group much to my dismay. Approaching the human who dares deny her access, I watch her pull out what I assume is her identification.
“Youwillallow us access,” she seethes. “All of us. They come in peace. I’m here for business.”
When he attempts to double down, he grunts when Jax shoves him back. She may not be their captain, but the disrespect to someone in her position is nothing but a spit in her face. No wonder why she’s seeing red.
“I’m sure Hendrick is aching to see me after I went rogue,” she all but growls. “Are you going to open the door or is the risk of disrespecting me worth it?”
I feel the men at my back staring at me. I must be smiling. What can I say, I’m in deep. When she’s commanding like this, I’m a goner. Hell, even my cock is hard watching her make demands.
The men guarding the camp look at each other before the doors open. Someone on the inside must have noticed our arrival.
Jax motions us to come. She’s looking unhappy, far too insulted by the interaction. She’s muttering more curses as we rejoin her.
We all move as one. The camp is guarded well with many humans all wearing the same designs. The mixtures of greens clash with the sounding colors of purple of the planet and the plants. Jax doesn’t stop walking, she leads us straight to a large tent. One I’d consider impressive in size.
“This is it,” she mutters at my side. “He hardly ever leaves this place.”
I turn to the others and straighten up. “Remember my words. You will all stay out here and make sure these humans don’t get any funny ideas.”
They salute, a silent promise to keep order.
“You don’t have to come with me,” Jax argues when I keep close. “Hendrick is an asshole, but he’s one I’ve dealt with for years. I can handle myself and question him.”
“I’m coming,” I tell her, my words final.
Rolling her eyes, she nods and leads me inside the tent.
There are more armed men with a large table that looks like it’s used to talk out battle plans. Right in the middle sits an older man, wrinkled from his years of experience. He looks as unhappy to see us as we see him.