Razor's Traitorous Heart: The Alliance Book 2 (14 page)

“Whoa, your blood pressure just spiked,”
Chelsea murmured. “I better get Patch to take another look at
you.”

“No!” Kali said sharply. She shook her head
and reached for the mask she wore to calm her. “I mean no, I think
it is just the surprise of knowing I’m still in Chicago. I thought
we had traveled much further.”

Chelsea looked at Kali’s calm face for
several long seconds before she nodded reluctantly. Pulling the
cuff from Kali’s arm, she folded it and slipped it into her front
pocket as she stepped to the side to look at Kali’s shoulder.

“If you’re sure,” she said. “It never ceases
to amaze me how these guys can heal a wound. It isn’t as fast as
some of the science fiction movies I’ve seen, but it is pretty damn
close. I tell you what; if you can get dressed and eat, I’ll give
you the okay. If not, I’m having the doc take another look at
you.”

“I need some clothes,” Kali remarked with a
blush. “Mine seems to have disappeared.”

Chelsea laughed. “I have some you can have.
They’ll be a bit big for you, but at least you’ll have something
covering your ass. Will a pair of sweats be okay?” She asked,
already moving toward the door.

Kali gave the other woman a grateful smile.
“That would be great,” she replied.

“Be back in a few. I’ll take you down to the
mess hall for dinner,” Chelsea commented opening the door. “It’ll
be nice having another woman to chat with. Thomas works all kinds
of strange hours so we don’t get to eat together that often.”

“Isn’t there other women here?” Kali asked
in surprise.

Chelsea shook her head. “About half a dozen,
all married to human personnel. The Trivator have this old-school
mentality about women working, especially in the military. I guess
it is fine as long as they are not in any danger. Personally, I
think us women could show them a thing or two, but I promised
Thomas I wouldn’t aggravate the aliens. He says they are bigger
than him and he likes having a pulse. He couldn’t fight his way
through a Black Friday sale, so I don’t know how he thinks he could
protect me from one of those guys.”

Kali giggled as Chelsea rolled her eyes. She
waited until the door shut behind the infectious, good-humored
nurse before she decided she needed to explore the room a bit. The
smile died on her lips when she opened the bottom drawer near the
bed. A small weapon of some sort lay in the drawer. Kali palmed the
device, turning it over in her hands to study it. She swallowed as
she carefully returned it to the drawer. Turning, her eyes caught
on the hamper by the bathroom door. A familiar piece of black lace
was hanging from the top of it.

Walking over to the hamper, Kali pulled out
her bra. She blushed again when she saw her pants and panties mixed
with Razor’s clothes. For some reason, the sight of her clothes
tangled with his made her feel hot and achy. Pushing the feeling
away, she searched for her socks and shoes. She breathed a sigh of
relief when she found them under the bed. She looked around for her
shirt and finally found the bloody remains in the trash can in the
bathroom.

At least most of my clothes survived,
she thought ruefully, holding up the tattered remains.

She had almost everything she needed to
escape. She had clothes that cover her ass and breasts, pants that
fit and shoes for her feet. She would need whatever shirt Chelsea
brought and a jacket. Her eyes narrowed on a wardrobe. Pulling it
open, she grinned when she saw what was obviously Razor’s jacket
hanging in it.

“Checkmate,” she whispered. “Now, to find a
map of the layout of the base.”

She turned when she heard the knock on the
door. Tossing the clothes onto the bathroom counter, she walked
over to the door and cracked it before opening it further when she
saw it was Chelsea. She gratefully took the clothes handed to her
and turned to head into the bathroom.

“I’ll be right out,” she called over her
shoulder, feeling slightly guilty at the thought of deceiving the
other woman.

“No problem,” Chelsea responded, looking
around curiously. “I didn’t know this was Razor’s quarters. What is
he like? Is he as scary as he looks?”

Kali turned in the doorway and looked at
Chelsea for a moment as she thought about the question. Was Razor
scary? He had never done anything to her personally that was scary.
True, he had knocked Jason out – twice – but he had also had her
wounds healed.

“No,” she said slowly thinking about Razor
with a frown of confusion. “He is… different, but I wouldn’t call
him scary.”

Chelsea shrugged and sat down on one of the
chairs at the table. She grinned as she looked at Kali’s confused
face before her eyes dropped to the markings on Kali’s wrists.

“Well, I hope you know what you’ve gotten
into. Thomas was telling me about what happens when one of those
alien's claims a female as his
Amate
.”

“What do you mean?” Kali asked, holding onto
the doorframe. “What happens?”

“The females are well and truly fucked, in
the most pleasurable way,” she laughed. “And honey, they don’t have
the word divorce in their dictionary. I overheard Patch tell Razor
that once he marked you, only death could free him.”

A shiver ran down Kali’s spine. Only death
could set him free. His death or hers, she wondered. Kali didn’t
say anything. Instead, she stepped into the bathroom and quietly
closed the door. The sooner she put her plan of escape into action
the better, and safer, it would be. She needed to get back to
Destin and warn him.

But most importantly,
she thought as
she looked at her reflection in the mirror,
I have to get away
from him before he really does claim me.

Destin stared out of the front entrance of
the building they had taken over. Bitterness and guilt threatened
to consume him. Two of his best people were missing. One he
considered a friend, the other was his flesh and blood. He had sent
every available member he could spare out to search for them. He
even had William out spreading the word to the residents that still
remained in the northern section.

“Destin,” a voice called out from behind
him.

He turned as Tim came running up to him. He
stiffened at the look of fury on his friend’s face. Tim seldom
showed emotion.

“What is it?” Destin asked tersely.

“Two members just brought Jason in. He’s
pretty beat up. Doc is with him now. They found him over on West
Adams,” Tim replied breathlessly.

“Kali?” Destin asked harshly.

Tim shook his head and turned to follow
Destin who was already moving quickly to their makeshift infirmary.
He quickly caught up with him. Speaking in a low voice so he
couldn’t be overheard, he shared what little he knew so far.

“Mike and Justin said Jason kept muttering
for Kali to run,” Tim shared. “When they asked him from whom, he
just said one word… Razor.”

Destin stopped and turned to stare at Tim in
silence, then continued down the corridor toward medical. Razor.
One name that chilled his blood. He knew who Razor was. The blue
alien bastard that he had spoken to before had explained exactly
who Razor was and what he would do if Destin did not agree to
Colbert’s demands. If that hadn’t been clear enough, the reports
coming in from Mexico City, Kyiv and dozens of other cities around
the globe were enough to let him know that death came with another
name.

He pushed through the door, nodding to Doc
when he looked up. Jason lay on the examination table. It looked
like his nose had been broken. Dried blood crusted around his
nostrils. His top lip was busted and would need stitches. His face
had several dark, painful bruises on them. Doc must have already
set his broken arm as another one of the medics was wrapping a
temporary cast around it.

“Jason,” Destin said in a quiet voice as he
stepped up to the side when Doc moved to give him room. “Where is
Kali?”

Jason’s head turned and his pain-filled eyes
blinked several times as he tried to focus on Destin’s face. He
winced when he licked his cut lip. It took him several tries before
he could finally push past the bruising to his throat.

“He… he took… her,” Jason whispered, closing
his eyes briefly against the pain. “I… tried to… hold him… told
Kali… to… run. I heard…” His voice died as he swallowed
painfully.

“What did you hear? Damn it, Jason. What did
you hear?” Destin asked hoarsely.

Jason’s dazed eyes opened again. It was
obvious whatever pain medication Doc had given him was kicking in
full force. His eyes started to drift down again, but he forced
them open when he heard Destin curse again.

“Scream… I heard her… scream before… before
she called my name. Then… then… nothing,” he whispered before his
head fell to the side as he lost consciousness.

“Damn him all to hell!” Destin roared out in
pain and fury. He leaned forward, gripping the side of the bed as a
wave of hopelessness washed over him. He rocked back and forth
before shrugging off Doc’s sympathetic hand and turning to glare at
Tim with ice-cold eyes. “As soon as the weather clears, I want a
meeting with that alien bastard. If he thinks he is going to use my
sister like his blue friend wanted to, then he is about to realize
he isn’t the only cold-hearted bastard in the galaxy.”

“What do you plan to do?” Tim asked as
Destin stepped away from the bed and turned back toward the
door.

Destin glanced at his friend with steely
eyes. “I plan to kill him,” he replied. “I want to know where his
base is, what type of security he has and where he might be holding
Kali. Pull the team together, this takes top priority. If that
bastard wants a fight, he is about to get one.”

*.*.*

Kali smiled at Chelsea as she shared another
amusing tale in her life with Thomas. She nodded as she looked
around, paying attention to the conversation just enough to know
when an answer was required of her. They had finished a wonderful
dinner of steak, potatoes and fresh vegetables almost an hour
before. Now, they were sipping an after-dinner hot coffee.

Kali murmured a reply as she turned to look
at the new person that entered the mess hall. She stiffened when
she recognized the strange blue tint to the male’s skin. Her
fingers curved around the handle of the spoon she had used to stir
the milk in her cup. A part of her wished she had kept the steak
knife from her dinner. She would have if Chelsea hadn’t grabbed
everything and disposed of it before she had a chance.

Icy blue eyes locked with hers. A look of
unsuppressed lust flared in them before he remembered to conceal
it. It didn’t matter. Kali already knew what the male wanted from
her. He had made the mistake of expressing his desire to her
brother.

She slowly rose from her chair as he
approached the table. A muttered curse touched her ears as Chelsea
rose from her seat as well. It was obvious that she had no respect
for the blue alien either.

“Isn’t it a shame that they forgot to take
all the trash out, Kali?” Chelsea asked sarcastically. “I bet if
they hauled his ass outside no one would even know that his pickle
blue ass was getting frostbit.”

“You are dismissed, female,” Badrick said
with a disdainful glance.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that, sir,” Chelsea
snipped with barely controlled civility. “My orders from Doc Patch
are to stay close to Kali.”

Badrick looked Chelsea’s rounded figure up
and down. His eyes lingered for several seconds on the satin mocha
coloring of her face before traveling down to her ample breasts
straining against the blue scrub top she was wearing. A nasty smile
played around his mouth for a moment before he returned his eyes to
her face.

“You are very unusual,” he remarked
casually. “A little old, but your exotic coloring and ample figure
would be interesting to sample.”

Chelsea’s normally cheerful expression
changed to one of fury. She folded her arms over her chest and
tossed her head. Kali had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep
from laughing as her new friend slowly looked alien up and down,
pausing on his crotch before she raised an eyebrow and returned her
gaze to his face.

“Honey, I’ve seen bigger worms in my
Granny’s garden,” she replied dryly. “Now, unless you want to see
what this exotic, old, colorful bitch can do when she kicks your
ass I suggest you step away.”

Badrick’s face turned a darker blue at the
slightly veiled insult to his manhood. His mouth tightened and he
took a threatening step closer to Chelsea. Kali realized that her
friend had just made a powerful enemy.

“Chelsea, I’d like to stretch my legs for a
little bit,” she said. “Perhaps you can show me around.”

“Sure, darling,” Chelsea replied, glaring
back at Badrick before she dropped her arms. She turned so she
could pick up their empty coffee cups. “We’ll start with where your
Amate’s
office is. I’m sure he’ll be happy to see you up and
about.”

“Sounds great,” Kali replied never breaking
contact with Badrick’s cold gaze. “I’d love to take a cup of coffee
with me if you don’t mind.”

Chelsea glanced suspiciously back and forth
between Kali and Badrick before she released a muttered reply. Kali
waited until her friend had stepped over to the small bar set up
with carafes of fresh brewed coffee. Once she was sure Chelsea was
far enough away to not hear what she had to say she stepped closer
to Badrick.

“You are a dead man,” she hissed under her
breath not bothering to hide the loathing in them. “I know what you
are.”

Badrick’s eyes narrowed. “I offered Parks a
good sum for you. He should have taken it,” he replied in a cold
voice. “Though now it won’t matter. I have you and have gotten rid
of Parks without having to spend a single credit.”