Aries Revealed by Mina Carter Page A

pay.”
    The object rolled into touch, her fingers closing around the slim metal barrel of a pen. Archaic given the computers built into the Starflame’s design, but right at that moment, Milly could have kissed her first officer, Cain, for his retro tendencies.
    Spinning the pen in her fingers, she got a good grip on it and shoved her ass backward sharply. The thick, hot length of Welch’s cock stabbed into the back of her thigh, eliciting a masculine grunt of pain and leaving a slick trail of pre-cum that made her feel sick. She ignored the feeling, twisting to slam an elbow into his rib cage and biting his finger as his hand slipped. More blood filled her mouth, but not her own. Spitting it out, she bucked him off and stabbed backward blindly with the fist that held the pen.
    Smack. Pop.
    She felt the impact of her fist against his side and the snick as the pen-point broke through the skin and slid within. Wet warmth flowed over her hand as he screamed in agony. But she didn’t let up, snaking a hand between her thighs to grab his cock and hold him still as she stabbed back again and again.
    Only one more blow connected as he hammered her back and head with heavy fists. Her face slammed into the metal table again and her vision started to gray out. Grim satisfaction filled her as the bloody pen slipped from her fingers. At least she’d done something, not just curled over and given up like a good little victim. This bitch had left scars.
    “Fuck you! Bitch stuck me. I’ll fucking do her for that!”
    Regret filtered through her as Welch stumbled away and she hovered on the edge of consciousness, listening to the roar of anger behind her. She should’ve taken up Johnny Ram’s offer of dinner, and to hell with the consequences.
    The blows stopped and she braced herself, expecting the roar of the pulse gun any second, the agony as the bolt hit her and the blessed relief of death before they could inflict anything else on her. But it didn’t come.
    Frowning, she slid from the table, turning and sitting in the ruins of her own blood-soaked pants to survey the rest of the bridge, trying to focus on the bellows of anger and rage.
    The Aries was there, his face a mask of fury as he held Vos suspended above the pilot’s chair. The hijacker’s body shook, the legs doing a jig as blood and other fluids stained the blue fabric down to his boots and dripped off onto the floor. Even from where she was, Milly could smell the urine. There was a mop in the bridge closet just to the left of the main viewer, she thought absently, ignoring the clamoring in her head beyond the grayness of her obviously concussed state. She’d have to tell the Aries where it was so he could clean the blood and piss up.
    Her gaze swept to the side, looking for Welch. He lay on his side, a few feet from the action in the middle of the bridge. His eyes were wide and unseeing, staring right at her from over the expanse of his own shoulders, his head twisted a full one-eighty.
    A sharp crack brought her attention back to Vos and the Aries as the bot dropped the hijacker’s lifeless body to slump in the pilot’s chair. He looked at it for a moment, his face expressionless and his chest and arms covered in blood. Then he looked up, directly at her.
    Milly sighed and gave up her tentative hold on consciousness, feeling her body hit the metal floor as blackness claimed her.

Chapter Seven
     
    Johnny felt Milly’s gaze on him and looked around just in time to see those beautiful, chocolate-brown eyes lose focus. Her curvy body folded up as she slid to the floor—graceful even as she lost consciousness.
    “Oh no you don’t. Stay with me, sweetheart.”
    Ignoring the two bodies littering up the bridge, he launched himself across the space between them. Dropping all pretense of being anything close to human, he threw himself into a slide that would have made his old regimental Warball coach proud. But this time his goal was something infinitely more