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A NEW WORLD ORDER

Published by Hennessee Andrews at Smashwords

Copyright 2015 Hennessee Andrews

A Note from the author:

This book is a work of fiction. It was written from the point of view of angels and demons, and based on how they might react given the situation they are in. The story is not meant to disregard or make fun of religious beliefs in any way, nor in any way discount any persons or religions.

Approach this book and understand that it was written as a light-hearted, slapstick, romantic comedy. If you don’t enjoy laughing, smiling, or otherwise enjoying yourself, this book isn’t for you.

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COPYRIGHT © 2015

HENNESSEE ANDREWS

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ISBN: 9781310947872

This is a work of fiction. The characters and events described herein are imaginary and are not intended to refer to specific places or to living persons alive or dead. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods without the prior written permission of the publisher except for brief quotations embodied in critical reviews.

A New World Order Contributors:

Cover Design: Harris Channing

Editor: Kasi Alexander

DEDICATION

To Melody and Steve for standing behind me during my darkest hour.

Synopsis:

New World Order Base - City of Triumph - Southwest Hemisphere - Year: 2568

The Earth has witnessed to the devastation of the Apocalyptic Wars of 2540 and the following Civil Wars of 2550. Not a city or country had been left untouched by either, with a great many leveled to nothing more than heaps of concrete and twisted steel. In order for humankind to survive and rebuild, a totalitarian government was created, made up of former country leaders, and is called the New World Order (NWO).

While not perfect, the NWO enacted the Populous Reconstruction Act in order to repopulate Earth. Many disagree with the act, especially Keira Alvarado, a lieutenant and pilot for the cause. Under the act, many laws and subsections only further Keira’s plight. Well past her twenty-fifth birthday and unmarried, she is now at the mercy of the law, and any men who decide to make her their own are able to do so without her permission.

When two new pilots to the Southwest Hemisphere arrive, they only further the trouble brewing for Keira. If her personal hell, and status as a single woman isn’t enough to ruin her day, the Patriot Brotherhood, a faction against the NWO, has bigger plans for her life, and the world that is just beginning to overcome the devastation of the past.

Sex, love, lies, and deception mixed with winners and losers. The human condition and desire to overcome drives this new age, and not everyone is happy about it.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 10

CHAPTER 11

CHAPTER 12

CHAPTER 13

CHAPTER 14

CHAPTER 15

CHAPTER 16

EPILOGUE

GLOSSARY

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

CHAPTER 1

New World Order Base - City of Triumph - Southwest Hemisphere - Year: 2568

It was pre-dawn and the sun was beginning to break over the mountains toward the east. One thousand feet above the world, Lieutenant Keira Alvarado was leading her squadron to the inner bay. Radiant orange rays shone, peeking through the enormous steel hatch doors as they began to open. Sleek black jets shimmered in the light, awaiting their pilots.

Warm morning air from a gentle breeze caressed Keira’s face. The sound of boots clunking against the flight deck echoed with perfect cadence, thrumming her soul with purpose and drive. Vibrations from her feet hitting the steel structure below moved up her legs to her knees, settling in her stomach as adrenaline spread out, gearing her up for the day to come.

“Squadron halt!” she commanded firmly, stopping the ranks immediately. Order was the only way to combat and control the masses. It began there at the New World Order base, Triumph City, in the Southwest Hemisphere (NWOSW).

Keira pivoted on her feet, turning one hundred eighty degrees with perfect precision to face those under her command. Being a lieutenant above a talented fleet of fifty of the best pilots, weapon systems techs, and jet propulsion mechanics in the hemisphere made her heart swell with pride. She looked among their faces, stoic and battle ready, day or night. Fear didn’t have a place in her squadron.

“At ease!”

At her direction, the unit moved in unison and sidestepped with their right feet, hands immediately clasping together behind their backs. Keira turned and took her position in wait. Updates on a minor uprising occurring came in a newsfeed via her tactical glasses. She scanned the transparent video feed as it appeared before her eyes. Controlling the device with her eye movements, she sent the feed to her squadron.

Fires blazed yet again in the southern part of the NWOSW, an area that had still never fully recovered after the Apocalyptic War of 2540, more than thirty years previous. Crumbling buildings and shanty towns made up a vast part of the region. It was also the most difficult area to rein in the populous and establish law and order. Keira knew nothing would change until the Civil Ordinance Laws were fully enforced. Businesses could not thrive, agricultural developments to feed the population, and peace would never prosper in such a lawless state.

The Patriot Brotherhood, known simply as patriots, controlling the area fought against the NWO with every ounce of energy they could muster. They viewed the NWO as nothing more than a new government entity, working to control them. The brotherhood was nothing more to the NWO than a worthless band of traitors to the cause.

With the breakup of individual governments of countries worldwide after the Apocalyptic War and following the Civil Wars of 2550, the NWO was the only type of governing body charged with law and order. Something had to give if the world ever wanted to see peace and rebuilding efforts worldwide.

In the Southeast Hemisphere (NWOSE), the progress had sured the Southwest by more than ten years, more likely twenty. The most ravaged

hemispheres were the Northwest and Northeast. What was once North America and Asia had suffered the greatest throughout the wars. Little was left of once mighty empires. The former continent of Australia had suffered the least, and was now the hub of the NWO. A grand city arose there, bigger than ever before, and became the capital of the world.

Outside of the capital, especially in the NWOSW, years of rebuilding would be required to function properly. No matter what type of goodwill efforts were made in NWOSW, the patriots had a strong hold in far-off desolate areas. In their ignorance, many died daily from lack of food and water. Where opportunities arose to supply the most devastated regions, the NWO was there, taking in medical staff, nourishing rations, and clean water to the masses. Small outlying villages cheered upon their arrival. Why couldn’t everyone see the NWO efforts were for the good of the people?

Keira asked herself that question daily. Witnessing the devastating effects of a region without order is what kept her committed to the cause. Seven years as a pilot, her dedicated service had earned her rank and also her lieutenant’s status the previous year. Rumors in the NWO pointed to her father, a general by rank, and the commanding officer for the NWOSW for her position, and it angered her. She knew she was not only a damn good pilot, but one of the best. The naysayers could pucker up and kiss her ass as far as she was concerned.

“Officer on deck!”

Heels clicked together, the noise echoed off the metal walls as the of the unit came to order behind her. Keira straightened her posture and lifted her chin. Her left hand slapped the side of her leg. Her right hand snapped up sharply, fingertips rigid, hovering above her right eye. The thuds of footsteps coming their way grew louder from the west corridor. Fourteen feet, seven men. Why Keira could discern such information was anyone’s guess. She figured it was the soldier in her soul. Who in the hell was coming? The CO’s usual

entourage included his top advisor, Gymon Evans; Tactical Security Specialist, Morgan Whitby; Triumph Secretary, Jonah Delecort; her brother, Axton Alvarado, charged with strategic planning; and her eldest brother, Thorn Alvarado, Triumph’s lieutenant CO.

As they approached Keira’s waiting unit she could see the usual suspects. Her father led with Thorn to his left and Gymon on his right. Behind them the rest followed with two extra men at the rear. More than likely visitors from the NWOSE, she figured, extra intelligence, who knew? She fought the urge to roll her eyes. There was always someone who came to visit who thought they knew the best way to handle the situation in the NWOSW.

“At ease!” Her father’s deep baritone voice carried loudly throughout the flight deck. He was a man that earned respect. His graying hair and aging face gave him a distinguished look. Even in his advanced age, men didn’t trifle with him. They knew better. At nearly six foot five inches, he covered every inch of ground he walked on, and more.

When on duty, Keira’s father was her CO and nothing more, their fatherdaughter relationship nonexistent, much like complete peace in their region. She respected him and served him well. She obeyed orders and took her responsibility to the NWO seriously. Off duty was another story completely. While her father was stern and direct with her, he was also a teddy bear when need be. Lately, those times had been rare.

Her father chewed his lip with irritation. “As you can see, the patriots have attacked again. The skirmish is relatively small, but we need to deal with it before their movements grow. Do not believe for a moment the patriots are unorganized. This significant event should serve as a warning of the intellect at work. The attacks came to an area we had cleared and began rebuilding efforts in. This is a show of power and resilience,” he said and chewed his lip with irritation. Her father was much like her, wanting nothing more than to see their

once beautiful and peaceful region restored.

Keira’s eldest brother, Thorn, stepped forward and cleared his throat. He utilized the NWO’s tactical image generator with a wave of his hand. A large map of the Southwest Hemisphere materialized before them. Through the semi-transparent image, Keira fought to get a glimpse of the yet-to-be-introduced men.

“The group is small.” Thorn enlarged the area of the map and brought up a string of images of men firing at NWO vehicles. “This is Enzo Quinion.” Thorn further enlarged the man’s image while coverage of the skirmish continued in the background. “He leads the northwest band of patriots.” He paused and moved Enzo’s image aside, bringing up another image of a man. “His counterpart in the central region is this man, Phillipe Melendez, aka The Widow. Melendez was spotted by ground forces two days ago in the area. Rumors suggest they report to a higher authority, someone they only call Man. At this time we have no idea of his true identity.”

Thorn’s tone wavered a bit. Most wouldn’t catch it, but Keira did. It was a tone of uneasiness, like something much bigger was afoot. Only four years older her elder, Thorn and Keira were very close, but their allegiance to the NWO harbored secrets. She knew it was for the benefit for all, but at times the secrecy bothered her. She could only trust and believe those higher in command did so for very good reasons.

Morgan Whitby walked up and took control of the visual, moving the map away, bringing up a list of known explosive chemicals used in weapons throughout history. Keira fought to keep her brows from furrowing together in question. Why the ancient munitions history lesson? “As you can see, this is a list of longago chemicals used in munitions.”

Morgan himself was near her age, around twenty-eight. When he first came to Triumph four years previously, they'd had quite an extensive fling. It was fun while it lasted, but he tried to claim her under their Genetically Modified Exception status or GME. Men with GME status were given the right to choose any woman over the age of eighteen without permission. Keira hated GMEs the most. After Morgan and Gymon filed to claim her, she put Morgan in the infirmary for three days over the stunt. His nose was still a little crooked to this day.

'Married unit' had become the technical term of a marriage couple or a ménage trio. The Apocalyptic Wars had claimed the lives of nearly two-thirds of the world’s population over a decade of ruthless fighting, followed by the Civil Wars of 2550 that lasted until 2575. At one time the male to female ratio had been estimated at two to one. In order to repopulate the world with such an imbalance, the NWO enacted the Marriage Decree, with several sub-clauses below it, as one of the Civil Ordinance Laws. Under the Marriage Decree, men were required to file for the right to claim a wife. The NWO kept records of progress, thus the requirement to file, and then proof of a marriage ceremony afterward. Men who filed as a pair and successfully chose and took a wife would earn a hundred thousand units. The purpose was to level the imbalance of men to women, and more importantly, repopulate Earth. The problem with the law was of course women were at the mercy of men without say so if they failed to choose on their own before their 25th birthday. Divorce became a word in history and was no longer used. When individuals were united together in a married unit, they were expected to spend their rest of their lives together. In only rare cases had a woman been freed of her husband or husbands, and only when domestic abuse and the like was involved. Men found guilty of such offences would be punished. Depending on the degree of abuse, some men met their makers in front of a firing squad.

Morgan was still talking, but Keira was ively listening to him, catching the highlights and important details only. She caught herself mid eye roll and stopped. Morgan had a way of making a five-minute briefing last twenty. If her father caught the stunt, she’d receive one hell of a lecture later. Through the hazy image she caught two sets of eyes staring at her. She glared back and noticed one

grin. She ground her teeth together. No doubt the pricks noticed her lack of a unity collar, the identifying and permanent designation of a married woman. They weren’t from the NWOSW base. The men there knew better.

Morgan continued to drone on. “While crude and scarce resources are available, the patriots are stockpiling what they can. Their munitions are not at all advanced, but they still kill. We see no major threat, but we want to take all precautions. Continue to monitor and subdue this situation.” Morgan looked her direction and held her captive for a moment before looking back to the visual. “Keep your eyes open out there and report back with any suspicious activities.”

“Yes, sir,” Keira replied quickly and averted her gaze. Morgan was staring at her again and making her uneasy.

“Darroch, Iverson,” Thorn called and motioned for the two men behind him to come forward. “Meet your new pilots, Theron Darroch and Kellan Iverson.”

Both men saluted Keira, staring straight forward with blank and respectful stares.

“I’ll leave you with Lieutenant Alavarado,” Thorn said and pivoted on his heels to re the CO.

“At ease,” Keira directed. “Personnel records?” she asked and looked toward Morgan. As the tactical security specialist, he was in control and charged with responsibility of not only personnel records, but also the transport and acquisition of all weapons coming in or leaving the base.

“On your comm, Lieutenant,” Morgan said and held her gaze longer than necessary.

“Fall in,” Keira barked and suppressed a snarl. The one named Darroch was grinning at her again. Morgan staring at her was enough. She didn’t need any new entanglements, and especially not with those under her command. Why the guy kept smiling was indeed a mystery.

“That is all.” The CO spoke up and the squad moved to attention and saluted him. He returned their salute and turned to leave with his men following.

“Lieutenant,” Keira called and Thorn stopped. She hurried to catch up with him and led him away from her unit.

Thorn looked at his comm and sighed.

“Don’t act like you’re late for a meeting. And what the hell is this?” Keira growled in a whisper.

Thorn raised an innocent brow. “What are you talking about?”

“You know what I’m talking about. The new pilots. I told you we didn’t need any more pilots. What the hell am I supposed to do with these two clowns?” she asked, fully aware of many sets of eyes watching her, and more than likely trying to listen in.

Thorn grinned as if proud of himself. “I suggest you put them to work.”

“This is a waste of resources. Don’t you think we could use more men on the ground? Maybe send more supplies to those who need them?”

“Keira, you do your job well. I suggest you worry about yours and not mine,” Thorn suggested and exhaled as if bored.

“You’re hiding something from me. What is it?” she asked and squeezed his arm when he started to walk away.

Thorn glanced toward the exit as their CO and his entourage left. His blue eyes shifted back to her and he looked down at her hand that was still clutching his arm.

“Thorn, you know how pissed I get when you hide information from me,” she prodded and squeezed tighter, letting him know she meant what she said.

Thorn groaned softly and leaned close to her ear. “I can’t tell you right now, but watch your ass.”

With that said, Thorn turned and swiftly walked away, leaving Keira with her mouth gaped open wide. She was thankful her back was to her squad so they couldn’t witness the spectacle. Watch my ass? An immediate sense of anger lit in her gut. First the new pilots, and now the secrecy. When her tour ended, she and

Thorn would be having a long talk.

After gathering her bearings, Keira turned and reed her unit. “Fallout. Iverson, Darroch. Approach.”

The ranks dispersed and the two new pilots came forward. Darroch beamed as if amused and fought to wipe away the expression when Keira glared in return.

“Yes, Lieutenant.” Iverson spoke in a professional tone and waited. His lips showed nothing more than a business attitude, a respectful one, unlike the other.

Handsome, the man was quiet and reserved, tall and opposing, a voice deep and sexy, and the manners of a gentle giant. His black uniform stretched across his wide chest and around his powerful legs. Short dark hair, baby blue eyes, and firm lips. Gorgeous, Keira thought, and inwardly groaned. She’d have a heck of a time maintaining her authority over him.

She sighed and looked at her comm for their files. “I take it you two are experienced pilots?” she asked and began scrolling through his records.

“Yes, Lieutenant,” Iverson replied. “Ten years’ service to the NWO in the Northwest Hemisphere.”

Keira scanned over Iverson’s records, impressed, but wouldn’t dare let him know she thought so. She continued on and stopped on a disciplinary charge. “You, uh, have a flair for daring exploits, I see,” she asked and lifted her gaze to look him

in the eyes. She didn’t tolerate antics while in uniform and especially while under her command.

Darroch chuckled. Iverson elbowed him in the ribs and turned to frown at him. Darroch coughed and resumed his posture, slightly smiling, and looked away.

“Lieutenant, I can assure you such nonsense will never happen again,” Iverson stated. His eyes were directed at her, glimmering with warmth, his tone honest and sincere.

“It better not,” Keira replied and veered her attention away, fearful of getting lost in his intense gaze. She moved onto Darroch’s records.

Oh, hell.

“Impressive, yes?” Darroch asked and wiggled a brow. His green eyes lit up, flashing mischief through the depths. He was built much like Iverson with stylish hair that was a little wild, sexy even. The big difference was in their personalities. They were as opposite as night and day.

Keira snorted. “No, not at all. In fact,” she said and paused as she scanned down, “if I had my way, your smiling ass would be headed back to the Northwest Hemisphere.”

“Theron, shut up,” Iverson whispered.

“I don’t put up with childish behavior in my ranks. I suggest you keep out of trouble here, or I’ll have you put on permanent duty in the wastelands.” Even as she said it, she knew that feat might be an impossible one to follow through with.

Darroch grinned and wet his lips. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re sexy as hell when you’re angry?”

“Pardon us, Lieutenant.” Iverson spoke up and grabbed Darroch by the arm and led him away a few feet.

Keira could hear Iverson whispering in an aggravated tone. She watched with interest, noting the tall and strong stature of him. Darroch was a handsome man, but too mouthy for her tastes. He had an air of conceit that hovered around him, a smug smile, and roguish eyes. He was going to be a lot of trouble and she knew it. Oh, how Thorn would be getting a big piece of her mind.

****

“I swear by all that is mighty in this universe, I will kick your ass to the wastelands myself if you don’t shut the fuck up,” Kell said in a no-nonsense tone.

“Damn, the lieutenant is so fucking hot. I’d love to—”

“Don’t go there.” Kell growled and thumped Theron on the chest. “Seriously,

this is the last stop for us. That bullshit stunt you pulled brought us here. I don’t know about you, but all I’ve ever wanted was to be a pilot. We’re damn lucky to have retained our ranks.”

Theron sobered and wiped the goofy grin off his face. “You’re right. I’ll be on my best behavior.”

“You ladies about done?” called the lieutenant’s beautiful yet stern voice. Theron was right, she was hot, but that was the least of Kell’s worries at this point. Keeping his position as an NWO pilot was.

Kell took the lead and returned to face her. “I apologize, Lieutenant. You will have no trouble with us.” He expressed truthfulness, as well as a hint of embarrassment.

“We depart at O six hundred. You and clown boy can take the spare Avenger,” she said, pointing to a jet out on the tarmac.

Theron started to protest, stopping her dead in her tracks. She turned with a raised brow. “Is there a problem, Darroch?”

Kell interrupted. “Nope.”

She nodded and studied him for a brief second before turning on her heels and swiftly walking away.

“Oh, honey. Did you see that?” Theron asked.

“All I can see is you making an ass out of yourself,” Kell replied and began to follow when Theron grabbed his arm and stopped him.

“You didn’t notice, did you?” Theron asked.

Kell sighed. Theron was like a kid brother. He swallowed hard and squeezed his eyes shut, hating the thought. His own younger brother, his only brother, had been killed during a routine exercise during training. That was ten years ago when Kell was just finishing his training. Theron was there for him and helped him through the toughest of times.

“She isn’t married,” Theron said with excitement in his tone. He jabbed Kell in the side. “She’s perfect.”

“Listen, hard dick, we can’t afford to screw this up.” As soon as Kell said it he knew he was intrigued, but needed to keep Theron on the straight and narrow for a while. Likely, Theron was too busy looking at her breasts to begin with. How Theron noticed the lack of a unity collar was anyone’s guess. Kell for one didn’t see it. Maybe it was wishful thinking on Theron’s part and nothing more. A woman such as Lieutenant Alavardo would surely have caught someone’s eye by now.

“I’ll tell ya what I’d like to screw,” Theron said and grinned like a kid on his first trip to space.

“Knock it off. We have a job to do.” Kell’s frustration grew and he jerked Theron to follow.

Not long after they took to the sky, Theron was jabbering in his ear. Kell tried to ignore him, instead taking in the landscape below. The Southwest Hemisphere was extremely different from the North where they were stationed. Instead of seeing a cityscape below with bustling traffic, his eyes were greeted with a desert landscape. Sparse towns dotted the earth below, shanty towns really. Devastation from the Apocalyptic and Civil Wars were still evident in many areas outside of Triumph.

The fringes of society clung here and there along the landscape. A small city center was located inland with small buildings, homes, and the evidence of humanity's drive to overcome shown in the progress of their efforts.

“That is Vida below.” The lieutenant’s voice echoed in his ear. “Once upon a time it was a grand city, of course, before the wars.”

Kell silently nodded to himself. It seemed fitting to name the town Life. No longer was the place a magnificent city. Evidence of its former size lay in crumpled heaps in the distance. The place was a work in progress, a mere fraction of the size of its apparent former glory.

“Vida is relatively peaceful. The NWO has made great efforts there. The people are loyal with a renewed outlook.” Her voice came again. Something about her tone made him see a softer side of her personality.

“Don’t you love listening to her voice? Damn, I’m hard just imagining her lips

—”

“Theron, I swear, you’re the horniest asshole I’ve ever been around,” Kell interrupted before he could finish his sentence. He too had a weakness for perfectly shaped lips. The reminder that such beauty was flying a thousand feet ahead did nothing for the dull ache between his legs.

“Ah, come on!” Theron blasted out. “You’ve been too fucking uptight lately.”

“Let’s see, Theron, I wonder why? Could it be that we lost our damn positions in the Northwest Hemisphere because of your bullshit? Now we’re fucking newbies in the Southwest Hemisphere and damn lucky to still have a job.”

“Drama, drama.” Theron groaned. “I don’t know what the big deal was. Geesh.”

“Big deal? Are you kidding me?” Kell asked and sort of wished they were on the ground so he could properly choke him.

“Hey, you should thank me. My stunt got us both laid,” Theron said with pride in his tone, somehow missing the bigger picture of life and reality.

Kell snorted and stared ahead with disbelief. “I hardly believe getting laid was worth our livelihoods.”

“Hey, I don’t know about you, but I’d like to have a wife. We waited and saved

all these years for the perfect woman. Taking one as a pair will ensure we will want for nothing with that big award we’ll receive for doing so. Damn straight I’m looking, and I thought she was the one.”

“Why, because she had nice breasts and a killer ass? I don’t know about you, but I’d like to have a woman with a brain as well,” Kell said. Beauty only went so far. A perfect woman for them would need to be intelligent, witty, and she would most definitely require a great sense of humor to put up with Theron.

“Look no further, my friend. She’s piloting that Orion ahead of us.”

CHAPTER 2

“Okay, Thorn, what the fuck is going on?” Keira asked after she returned to the base that evening and plopped down in a chair opposite his desk. Throughout the day she thought of what he had said to her that morning. His words had rolled around in her head, distracting her from everything, and that was a problem.

Thorn raised a brow and leaned back. Four years her elder, he acted more like a man much older, and not a thirty-two-year-old. He shook his head and thumped his pen on the desk. Keira rolled her eyes. He was so much like their father.

Waving his hands at his side, Thorn said, “A pleasant greeting would have been nice.”

Between them an image generator was displaying a half dozen feeds of information at once. The blue haze was more than slightly irritating.

“Seriously?” Keira snorted and rubbed her eyes. Thorn could be such a pain in her ass when he wanted to be. “And could you move this or turn it off?”

Thorn leaned forward and clasped his hands on the desk, so dignified, almost regal in his chair. He waved his hand and the image disappeared. “Keira, five of your crew has asked for transfers to another base,” he stated bluntly and without warning.

“What?” Keira asked and immediately sat upright. “Why?” She shook her head, unable to believe what she was hearing. “I don’t understand. Who?”

“Listen,” Thorn said. “I shouldn’t have to remind you, but your status in the NWO—”

“That’s sexist.”

Thorn scrubbed his jaw, looking a little more than put out with her. “I wasn’t finished, and it has nothing to do with the fact you’re a female. May I continue?”

Keira waved her hand with resignation. If any of her crew had anything they needed talk about, or trouble of any kind, they could have come to her first rather than going above her. What good did it do to have an open door policy if no one used it?

“All right, so here’s the deal. It would seem there are those within your squadron that have a problem with the fact you haven’t chosen a husband.”

Keira started to speak and Thorn hushed her.

“I can’t say as I blame you, but our father’s power only goes so far. Soon the word will get out and the fallout won’t be good for any of us.”

Keira felt her eyes well up a little, but the anger that pulsed through her veins outweighed any emotion that dared spill in the form of tears. She would not just choose anyone. And she damn sure wouldn’t allow just anyone to force the Suitor’s Rights Act on her, even though she had more than ed her 25th

birthday. If and when she fell in love, the decision would be hers.

“They expressed their arguments in their written requests, citing the law should apply to all, including their lieutenant. As it would seem, a couple have tried to win your affection in the past, and if I was a guessing man, I’d say they were left pretty burned.”

“This is ridiculous!” Keira stood up. “I bet one of them is that damn Erikson and probably—” she stopped and growled. The urge to kick something made her leg tremble.

Thorn tilted his head to the side with curiosity in his expression, blue eyes full of amusement. “Who? Perhaps the two men you’ve been sharing your bed with lately?”

Keira abruptly stopped and felt a fire burn inside her gut. “How do you know about them? They are part of the five, aren’t they?”

“Actually, no,” Thorn said and acted like he had more important work to attend to, checking his comm and glancing to the visual image generator he reopened to his left.

“What?” Keira felt sick, and for the most part, she was so pissed off all she could see was red.

“Sweetie, news gets around,” Thorn said while he moved his fingers over the

generated image, changing the information streaming to him.

Those bastards.

Keira had a thing or two to say to them. They'd had a few nights of fun. Big deal. They knew going in that she had no interest of marrying for life and told them as much. They agreed and willingly fell into her bed, promising to keep their relations secret.

Damn, she needed a drink, or two, or three. Then she wanted to put her combat skills to the test and work two lucky men over. She gripped her fingers into fists and squeezed. Oh yeah, she could really make them regret their loose lips.

“Can you blame them?” Thorn asked with a curious expression overtaking his harsh features.

“Yes, I can,” she replied and began to pace.

“Why? It’s a Civil Ordinance Law. You have apparently captured their hearts, and yet you push them away, when all they need to do now is force their Suitor’s Rights and claim you for their own without your permission or blessing. I mean, you sort of ed your time limit to do so on your own.”

“I hate that fucking law!” she roared. “It’s wrong! Do you hear me? Wrong.”

Thorn exhaled a loud breath and leaned back in his chair. Somehow it made him seem small even though he was nearly six and a half feet tall. He was a goodlooking man and Keira wondered why at his age he hadn’t found a wife, or rather, their wife. Thorn and his twin brother, Axton, had planned to take a wife as a pair, years earlier, but had yet to do so.

“Do you think of men, me and Axton, as barbarians? Do you think that men are no longer capable of love? Keira, I think you’ve spent too much time in history books, and have a romanticized image of the past, believing that our race is no longer able to fall in love,” Thorn said and his words stung.

“Those stupid laws have changed all the rules. Once upon a time men had to woo for the attention of a woman. Now, all they have to do is just say, ‘Hey, I like that one!’” She exhaled and felt her irritation increase.

“I hardly believe men choose wives that way. The law isn’t unjust. It does give women the freedom to choose. But you—” He stopped to chuckle. “—haven’t been able to find a husband in all these years. Really, Keira, you’ve had many years to decide.”

“ Jasmine?” Keira asked and glared, still ing the event.

Thorn nodded.

“Yeah, well, she was forced to marry right after her eighteenth birthday by that dick with GME Incentive status. She didn’t even know him! She was forced away from everything she knew because a man with an erection decided to stake his claim with the law behind him.”

GMEs pissed off Keira to a new degree of pissed off. A GME was a genetically modified individual with exceptional traits and modifications. The men were sought after and encouraged to take a wife as soon as possible. GMEs byed all laws under the Marriage Decree. They were given the right to choose any female eighteen years of age and older without express permission.

“That was a rare case. I do know that Jasmine is very happy today,” Thorn added. “I spoke with her father the other day.”

“She was just a kid!” Keira continued. “Need I remind you that Chloe is a few months away from her eighteenth birthday?”

Thorn shook his head. “No, you don’t. But listen, this isn’t about Jasmine or Chloe. This is about you, Keira. You’re twenty-eight years old and you hide your neck behind your hair and clothing like it’s something to be ashamed of.”

“I hide because I don’t want to . I love my position with the NWO. If and when I decide to marry, I want the freedom to choose. Is that too much to ask for?”

Thorn agreed with a slight nod. “No, it isn’t, but you must it, you haven’t tried very damn hard to find an adequate one.”

“It should be my choice,” Keira said and sat back down. She was exhausted. “I can’t help it if I want someone to woo me. I can’t help that deep inside I’m a romantic. I also can’t help that I’m a history geek, and I yearn for times so long

ago when the laws were different, equal.”

Thorn laughed sarcastically and frowned at her. “I’m not sure how you’re not equal. You’re a lieutenant and pilot for the NWO.”

Keira wanted to scream. “You just don’t get it.” She stood up and turned to leave when Thorn came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, offering comfort.

“I get it, but you have to understand the time we live in and find a way to make the best of it.” He pulled her back into a hug and kissed the top of her head. “Sweetie, you have to let someone in sooner or later.”

She sighed and clutched his arms. “I know, Thorn. I know.”

After a pat on the back and no answers to the real questions she had, Keira left Thorn’s office, knowing that whoever had put in for transfers did so because they were assholes. Well, she felt that way anyhow. Somehow she didn’t care who had asked to leave. She suspected much more behind their cowardice than just her inability to find a husband. They were using the excuse to disguise something more. Why was it anyone’s business whether she was a single female? It wasn’t like she was a useless member of society. Her position in the NWO was demanding, her efforts one hundred and ten percent. Why did they care?

In her world, everything was black and white. She worked hard, expected equal treatment, but in the end felt perpetually stuck in a barbaric world with laws she hated. Well, since the day of her 25th birthday anyway. Sure, she spent way too

much time reading, maybe way too much history with tales of heroism and love, but really, who could blame her? She honestly couldn’t claim she hated the world she lived in, because she yearned so badly to see it overcome the devastation of the past. It was just the Marriage Decree she couldn’t abide by, and she hated that it was compromising her father’s position as the CO of the Southwest Hemisphere.

Sloan Alvarado, her father and CO, was an intelligent man who had worked tirelessly to transform Triumph and the entire Southwest Hemisphere into a place of peace. Her other father, Cassian, was a doctor who served the poor, diligently working toward change and the health of the people.

With all the advances made since she was a child, Keira couldn’t help but wonder why the Marriage Decree was still in effect. The human race had multiplied, and peace was reigning, with the exception of the few patriots that found joy in disrupting the NWO’s vision. And that was what they were doing, rejecting Civil Ordinance Laws while inhibiting the growth and the restructuring of the world.

As with any change or time in history, Keira knew well there were those that would fight against power no matter how beneficial it might be for them. The patriots saw the NWO as another form of government that took rather than gave. How she wished she could shake the stupidity out of them. Their resistance only cost others in the region healthcare, food, and the opportunity for a better life. In thinking that, Keira knew the Marriage Decree was there for a reason, but secretly wished it didn’t apply to her.

In fantasies, Keira dreamed of a man willing to fight for her honor. He would be a gentlemen, a very sexy gentlemen who would do anything to catch her attention. Dinner, flowers, a simple love letter declaring his undying devotion. Maybe even a poem, no matter how corny, but something from the heart. She couldn’t help but dream for such things in a world so hell-bent on overcoming

they couldn’t stop long enough to hear the cries of those seeking true love.

She needed a drink to calm her nerves. If she had learned anything from her father, it was to pick her battles, and do so wisely. Storming in among those under her command with a chip on her shoulder would only make matters worse. Already she was picturing the faces of each of them, wondering which had requested transfer.

Walking swiftly down the hall, Keira turned to exit through the corridor and smacked into Philip Erikson.

Of all the people.

Philip grinned with conceit, his dark eyes lighting up as he leaned against the wall in front of her and crossed his arms. His expression was smug as he wet his lips. “In a hurry to see me, huh?”

“Actually, no.” She started to step around him when he pushed away from the wall and effectively blocked her path.

“Ah, babe, don’t be this way,” Philip said in his let’s-go-have-sex tone.

The desire to punch him made her fingers tingle. Keira guessed he was in the middle of the mess… smack dab in the center, even though Thorn claimed otherwise. “Look, I’ve had a long day. If you’ll excuse me, I’d like to go home and curl up with a good read.”

Philip skimmed his fingers down her arm. “You’re always welcome to curl up with me and Luke. You know how good we can make you feel.”

She knew all right, and that was the problem. With Luke and Philip it was just sex and that’s why she thought their agreement would work out. Intellectually, Keira couldn’t be less attracted to the men. Secretly, she wished she was an undesirable.

All children were tested at the age of seven for birth defects and infertility. Females who would be unable to produce offspring or produce offspring with birth defects were subjected to wear a unity collar of black, identifying them. At least if she was one of them, she figured, she could just do her job and be left alone. Most men wouldn’t consider binding themselves for life to a woman who couldn’t bear their young, or produce offspring that would be born as an undesirable.

“I’ve got a headache.” She brushed past Philip. Going home was the last thing on her mind. She needed to be somewhere with lots of noise, liquor, and a dance floor.

When Keira was well away from listening ears, she gave her sister, Gwyneth, a call on her comm. “Meet me at the club. I’m in a mood.”

Gwyneth laughed with her sweet, melodious voice. “Hot damn, I love when you’re like this.”

“Pfft, you would,” Keira replied and tried to keep a grin from curving at her lips. “Bye.”

Gwen was four years younger than Keira, an extreme opposite in looks and personality. Gwen got her looks from their mother, as well as her brilliant orange hair. The two couldn’t look less alike if they tried. Where Keira was one to want to be on the front line, Gwen was more reserved, preferring to blend into the scenery, a hard task given her wild and curly long hair. Geeky to some, Gwen was intelligent far beyond her years. After her training with the NWO and studies in geology, Gwen landed a position in the NWO Mineral and Testing Laboratory, researching minerals and ores, mainly ones retrieved from far off galaxies that were brought back for studies.

Keira continued to walk, making her way from the main headquarters to the parking area. The sooner she could get out of her uniform and into clothing appropriate for the club, the better she’d feel. Currently, she desperately needed a vacation and time to process what was going on and, more importantly, she needed to figure out what to do with her life.

One could only run for so long, or hide behind their father, for that matter. Keira had to be thankful for the freedom she had, as long as she had it. Although she wouldn’t trade it, she did feel a deep sense of remorse for taking advantage of her father’s position. Why couldn’t she find an adequate partner for life? She did yearn for love, maybe even children someday, but knew she’d always put her NWO career first.

While she read oodles of history, Keira realized a trend throughout that seemed to repeat. Women were trophies being claimed by men, although of course, women’s status and rights shifted upward from time to time. Lords of manors had once picked men of status for their daughters in times so long ago. In other times, women came with dowries, making them quite a prize. And then in terrible times, women were completely subservient to men, stoned for

digressions, required to kneel at their husbands' feet. Keira felt her eyes roll and she shook her head with disgust. She was in another time, and yet some things never changed, or stayed equal for long. How she’d like to have that Marriage Decree reversed and allow women to choose their husband or husbands in the manner she had now been subjected to. Yeah, she had to chuckle a little over the thought. Men wouldn’t be so happy then.

Once inside her multi-purpose vehicle (MPV), Keira took to the sky, adhering to glowing lanes that stretched above the small city. Twilight had set in and an orange sunset started to grace the world around her. This was her favorite time, alone with her thoughts while watching the lights of a growing city below. There was a magical quality that stirred, pulsing throughout. Some people were just heading out for their jobs, while others, like her, had completed their day and sought solace and relaxation. Keira’s preferred spot was a club with dizzying lights, and bass that vibrated throughout her body.

During times of stress she could wash away her worries with a stiff drink, dancing with throngs of bodies, sweat slickened, finding comfort together in the rhythm of song. She could almost taste the sweet tang of her preferred drink touching her lips and awakening her tongue.

* * * *

“No, we just got here,” Kell argued and stretched back on the couch. “We are not going out, period.”

“I promise to be on my best behavior,” Theron replied and crossed his heart with his finger. “Seriously, man, I have to get out for a while. I’ve had my balls busted for the last month.”

Kell shook his head and propped his feet up.

“Damn, man, how old are you? You act older than my grandfather, and that’s fucking old!” Theron said with disgust. “Sometimes, Kell, I think you couldn’t keep up with a wife if we had one.”

“Oh, yeah?” Kell put his feet to the floor and stood up, all six foot plus of his muscled frame. “Stamina, my friend. I’ve got it.”

“We can’t very well know for sure until we have a wife. Sitting on our asses isn’t helping in the search for her,” Theron pointed out.

Theron looked up to Kell, more so than anyone he’d ever known. He’d be forever grateful and indebted to Kell for saving his ass on more than one occasion, but this, this was important. To Theron, Kell was the type that believed in serendipity, as if Ms. Right would just turn up. Well, turn up she had, disguised as a hot pilot—their lieutenant, to be more correct.

“So, uh, you think we’re going to find the perfect woman for us at a club?” Kell snorted with sarcasm and started to sit back down.

“I know who I want,” Theron said in a matter of fact tone. “But I can’t just sit here. I need to be out, working on my mojo, getting my groove on—”

Kell interrupted. “You mean getting into trouble?”

“Ah, man. You’re never gonna let that go, are you?” Theron asked. He might be wild and unhinged at times, but one big incident hardly deserved such theatrics.

“I suppose you’ve been well behaved for the better part of a month. I could actually use a drink myself,” Kell said, apparently resigned to the fact Theron wasn’t going to let it go.

“Fuck, yeah!” Theron shouted and bear hugged Kell. “Until we find her, we need to make use of our time and have fun.”

“Oh, hell, this is going to be a long night.” Kell gave Theron a smack on the back. “Please, just one favor.”

Theron broke their bonding moment and sobered. “Yeah, anything.”

Kell stared at him for a moment. “No trouble. We can’t afford it. I’d also not like to add to our rap sheet reasons why our lieutenant should despise us.”

It was just as Theron suspected, Kell had honed in on the hot authority with killer legs, handful-sized breasts, and the most engaging eyes Theron had ever seen. They were gray, smoky, with a hint of mischief that most would miss, but Theron caught right away. Keira Alvarado was more than a gorgeous face and a title… she was destined to be theirs. It was obvious that Kell felt the same. He was just too reserved to say so.

An hour later, Kell and Theron entered the club, Warped, and were immediately dazzled by the streaming electric green laser lights, strobes, and bone-shaking bass that thumped. Sex was on display as far as the eye could see. Women, scantily dressed in silver thongs, matching thigh-high boots and flashing nipple lights, hung from every corner of the club. Some were pole dancing, others flying by, straddling rockets with red and orange lights flickering from the back. Even the scent of sex hung in the air, thick and smoldering, beckoning bodies to come together in sinful displays on the dance floor.

Bright magenta and red comets came to life below their feet, racing through space in three dimensions among the stars. Above and below, the barrage of feasts for the eyes gave the place an un-earthly feel.

Thump, boom, boom.

A steady beat pounded with a stream of other sounds, electric and wild, delighting ears with a beat that beckoned bodies to move, sensually, sexually. Theron glanced up as a rocket hovered just overhead. The woman sitting astride rocked her hips, thrusting to the rhythm in a display indicative of sex. Her mouth fell open and she licked her lips as her hands cupped her breasts.

“Nice view,” Theron said and winked at the cutie.

Kell looked up and didn’t bother to smile. Theron could tell he was uninterested. His buddy had tunnel vision, and it led to forbidden fruit.

“Let’s get you a drink before you scare off the ladies,” Theron said and pulled Kell along behind him.

Theron knew Kell was a little more reserved and needed the aid of liquid courage to push aside his respectful nature, the one that didn’t dare allow his eyes to take in the beauty of the female form. As far as Theron was concerned, if it was on display, it was meant for him to take in. Kell was rather prudish compared to him, and the only solution was a concoction so gnarly few would dare drink it.

As they stepped up to the bar, Theron took liberties. “Alien Dust, one for me, and one for the stiff next to me,” he said, hitching his thumb over his shoulder to point at Kell.

“Not a good idea.” Kell groaned as the bartender already had two bottles in his hands, generously allowing the contents to flow. The liquids coming together turned brilliant neon green.

“Just one time I would like to see you let go, Kell,” Theron said as he pressed his index finger to the identification pad to cover the charge.

A smiling bartender slid the completed drinks toward them. Glowing liquid invited them, yet warned them.

Kell closed his eyes as he grasped the tumbler in his hands. The last time Kell consumed the hellish creation was nearly two years ago. Theron had to laugh as he thought back. Kell had morphed into a totally different person. He was suave, sexually charged, and invited sex with an uninhibited display in a club much like the one they were currently in. Why the drink hadn’t been named Mojo Juice was anyone’s guess. Theron for one had no idea.

As they placed the glasses to their lips, Kell glanced over at Theron. “If I start dry humping anything, you better fucking stop me.”

“Bottoms up, man.” Theron chuckled and tilted his glass up, chugging the glowing brew. He needed this night, needed to unwind, and he damn sure needed to let go after the dust had settled. Kell no doubt felt the same; otherwise he wouldn’t dare consume the drink so aptly named Alien Dust.

Some speculated the rare and expensive concoction had the ability to fight against warring alien nations if used as a weapon. Not that any had attacked yet, but they were out there. Theron couldn’t decide, but he knew he loved how it affected Kell. Each person differed. Whatever deep, repressed aspirations a person held, Alien Dust brought them forth. For Theron, his comical skills excelled. Yeah, he decided, he’d be the funniest fucker in the t soon. As for Kell, well, Kell would soon become the Don Juan of the galaxy, panty dropper, wet dream maker. Kell was a closet romantic and had just a hint of gigolo, and an ‘I’ll make your sexual fantasies come true,’ kind of air to him that would make women become putty in his hands. Yeah, Theron couldn’t wait. And since Kell willingly consumed the beverage, he was in for whatever the night held.

Since the beverage only enhanced a person’s inner qualities, Theron realized Kell was a suave mother fucker. Theron, on the other hand, decided he was just a comedian with a big dick. There was no jealously between them, though. Theron knew they could keep any woman well entertained and fucked well into the next century. Now all they had to do was find the one. Theron was growing tired of one-night conquests, and yearned for someone to love, and more importantly, he yearned for a woman that would love him despite all his flaws. To date, he had many.

Tonight was nothing more than a primer. Theron had taken one look at Keira and

his fate was sealed. He wanted her. His goal for the night was to rile up Kell, stir the sexual beast that lurked inside, the one that craved and needed a wife of his own. Sure, Theron liked to act the fool, but underneath the bullshit that streamed from his mouth, he was quite gifted and caring. His intelligence had been further enhanced by genetic modification. Those modifications propelled him into the NWO, giving him immediate rank, and choice of career.

The NWO and scientists had begun modifying people genetically some twenty years previous. The original mission was to rid the populous of defects. They ended up creating a new race of humans sought after by the NWO. Only the most physically fit or healthy were chosen. For the thousands of soldiers throughout the world with such modifications, they became what the NWO termed Genetically Modified Soldiers, or GMS. Genetic modifications included speed, agility, sight, hearing, strength, ability to heal, and intelligence. Theron was a mathematical genius. Complex equations that would make some cringe he could easily solve in his head in seconds. He had yet to decide how that was helpful or where it came from. Because he was gifted in the arts, combined with his health and lack of defects, he was immediately taken in for modifications as a child.

Outside of equations and numbers, Theron was well endowed with size and height, a bonus some received during the modification process that hadn’t been planned, and yet was still not understood. At six foot five inches and two hundred plus pounds of muscle, he was quite a force to be reckoned with. With laser-like vision, strength, and agility, Theron was a machine for the NWO. Where his smart ass antics and allure with getting into trouble came from was a mystery.

Theron ordered another round and nodded his head for Kell to follow. He wanted a place up high, but yet close enough to moving bodies on the dance floor he could smell their arousal. Tonight, if he couldn’t have the one he desired most, he’d settle for second best.

On a balcony just above the swarm of the action below, Theron feasted his eyes on gorgeous bodies undulating to the music. Pretty faces adorned the floor, moving to the sexual beat, inviting his eyes to gaze upon them. Everywhere he looked, unadorned females seemed nothing more than ments.

There were many he’d share a bed with, but none so far seemed to hold light to his ball busting lieutenant. She had been the first in a very long time that didn’t fall victim to his charm. He didn’t even earn a grin for his efforts. Big guns, that was what Theron was bringing in, and his name was Kell.

“See anything you like?” Theron asked and downed his second drink.

Kell had that look in his eyes, the one that says loud and clear when he was on a mission. At first his look was ive, but all of a sudden his eyes lit up, and widened in an instant. “Oh, yeah, I see something I like very much.”

Theron followed the direction Kell was looking and dropped his glass. “Mother of black holes!”

Kell nodded and wet his lips. “It would seem our lieutenant enjoys letting go a bit.”

Keira’s body moved fluidly with the beat, matching the rhythm and the bass. She was lost in the sound, allowing the music to seduce her. Her eyes were closed, lips wet, and slightly parted. Her dark hair hung over the side of her eye, wet tendrils clung to her cheek. The NWO black uniform did little justice to her healthy and womanly curves. Tonight she wore a short, brilliant blue, formfitting dress that hugged her body, barely falling below her thighs. She rocked

her hips, seemingly unaware of not only Theron and Kell watching, but a great many other men as well.

Something about her posture and the way she moved in such a carefree manner indicated that she didn’t care and was ignoring the world around her. Kell stared, honing in on her. When a man came up behind her, grabbed her hips and began grinding against her ass, Theron gritted his teeth together.

“Mine.” Theron growled and started to grab the rail and launch his body over the top when Kell stopped him.

“Just give her a second. I’d like to see how she handles herself,” Kell said and grabbed Theron’s arm, pulling him back.

Theron backed down and a second later Keira turned on the guy with an elbow to his jaw. She dropped into a crouch and swept his feet out from under him, laying him flat on his back. The crowd moved back and stared while many others laughed and cheered.

“Hot damn!” Theron shouted.

Kell hummed, eyes lit up, and a wide grin swept over his face. “Mmm, my kind of woman.”

CHAPTER 3

“Well, I think it’s a pretty safe assumption that no men will bother to approach you for the rest of the night,” Gwyneth said with a smug grin, and sipped her drink.

Keira sighed and wiped the small beads of sweat from her brow. “Good. I’m not a piece of property, not yet anyway. Any man who believes he can paw me without my permission is asking for trouble.”

Gwyneth frowned. “Ultimate bad day, huh?”

“Oh, yeah,” Keira agreed and took a big gulp of her fruity drink. “Thorn thinks I should be finding myself a husband.” She stopped and chuckled. “Ass.”

“You knew that was coming,” Gwen pointed out and laughed at her.

“Yes, and before you point out my age, let me stop you. I’m also well aware of the laws.”

Gwen interrupted. “I know what it’s like, Keira. Just because I’m younger doesn’t mean I don’t understand how you feel,” she said and twirled her straw with her fingers. She got a faraway look in her eyes and smiled. “I don’t care for the laws either, but it doesn’t mean I don’t want to someday find my soul mate.”

“But, you want the opportunity to choose, just like I do,” Keira said.

“Yeah, I do. Why do you think I took the position in the lab?” Gwen asked.

Keira shrugged. “Because you’re an introvert?”

Gwyneth laughed loudly. “Well, that too.”

“So, tell me,” Keira prodded and motioned for a waitress.

“I’m hidden away for most of the day. I’m not on display and I choose where I mingle in my spare time.” Gwen shrugged. “It can be a curse at times. I realize I still have time to choose on my own, but my time is dwindling fast.”

“You couldn’t hide with that flame orange hair anyway, sweetie. And you can’t tell me that you don’t have potential husbands knocking at your door there.”

Gwyneth grinned. “All of them are already married. The two that aren’t are gay.”

“Bitch,” Keira stated sarcastically and shook her head.

“And that as well.” Gwyneth beamed and leaned back.

Keira mulled over her predicament and downed the remainder of her drink. Before she could place her empty glass on the table, the waitress was there with another.

“Mmm, honey. Two gentlemen took care of the drink and asked that I give you this,” the waitress said, placing the drink in front of Keira. Then she held out a piece of paper.

Keira accepted the note. “Who sent this?”

The waitress bounced, her boobs jiggled and lit up, lights flashing in cadence with her movements. “I’ve never seen them in here before, but they’re insanely gorgeous.”

Keira doubted that and stared at the smiling waitress. The woman was somewhere else, in a land of bliss, hopelessly lost. It didn’t matter who sent the drink or the note Keira hadn’t opened. Already her mind was made up that Luke and Phillip were somewhere lurking in the shadows. They had to be.

The waitress bounded away and Keira tossed the folded paper on the table.

“Well, aren’t you going to read it?” Gwyneth asked and seemed shocked.

Keira picked up the glass. “Nope. I am, however, going to enjoy this drink.”

“Fine, I’ll read it then.” Gwyneth snatched the note and opened it. She grinned and began to laugh. Her eyes twinkled with enjoyment. “Oh, they’re poets.”

“Gimme that!” Keira yanked the paper out of Gwyneth’s hands, curiosity getting the better of her. She read the age and rolled her eyes. “Really? Pfft. Come on. Roses are red. Your dress is blue. We’d like nothing better than to undress you?”

Yep, Luke and Phillip were there. Only those two morons would come up with something like that. At first she hoped it wasn’t them, and held onto the fantasy that the type of man she craved was actually looking for her. Well, men actually. Keira enjoyed more than one man, and secretly hoped for two perfect specimens. So much for that, she decided, and gulped down another swig. That was unlikely to happen.

“Well, I think it’s sweet,” Gwyneth said.

“You would.”

“Well, you have to give them credit. I mean, they tried.” Gwyneth shrugged.

Keira glanced around the club, trying to catch a glimpse of the two she believed were responsible. If they thought for one minute they could sweeten her up with cheesy poems, they were mistaken. Her visual scan yielded no results and she turned back to her sister. “I want a time machine.”

Gwyneth coughed as she tried to swallow. “Whatever for?”

An image came to life in Keira’s mind. She smiled as the club and the mayhem inside faded away. She stood in a vast open field of wildflowers. The sun shone down on her while a light breeze flipped up the ends of her hair. Two gorgeous men stood in front of her, smiling with adoration. Each held a flower, offering them to her. She smiled and felt a blush creep over her cheeks. Suddenly she was whisked off her feet and laughed as the world spun around her. The deep sound of a sexy chuckle made her stomach flip flop.

“Marry us, Keira,” one whispered in her ear.

Soon she was nestled between two men. Her body felt light as a feather in their capable arms. Two sets of loving eyes stared down upon her, anxiously awaiting her answer. Her heart raced and her stomach quivered.

“We will adore and cherish you until the end of time.”

“Keira, hey, what’s with the goofy smile?” Gwyneth asked and snapped her fingers in front of Keira’s face.

Sobering some, Keira came back to the present, the dream fading as quickly as it had come. It was the same and one she visited often. She didn’t want to wind up in a loveless union. She yearned to be loved and wooed by men who would honor and cherish her. In return, she would do everything in her power to make them feel like kings among men.

“Wow, that is the first real smile I’ve seen all night,” Gwyneth added. “Daydreaming again?”

“Yeah,” Keira said and had to laugh at her childish fantasy. And that was all it was… just a fantasy. She sucked the remaining liquid from her glass. “Damn and I’m dry again.”

Before she could turn to summon a waitress, she was there, placing another drink and another note on the table in front of her.

“Wow, the service is great tonight,” Keira said and looked up at the waitress with bountiful breasts that seemed to smile with their flashing lights.

The waitress grinned as if proud of herself. “Oh, honey, I’ve been paid well to cater to your needs.”

“Yeah?” Keira asked and Gwyneth’s mouth dropped open.

“Uh, huh,” the waitress replied and continued to beam. “If you need anything, I’m Teeva.”

“So, you’re saying you’ve been paid to take care of her?” Gwyneth asked and pointed at Keira, wrinkling her nose, as if it was the most ridiculous statement she’d ever heard.

Teeva grinned. “That’s right.”

“Okay,” Keira began and started to slide out of the booth. “Take me to meet my irers.”

“Oh, no. That’s a request I can’t grant. However, they did say if you wanted to make their acquaintance, they’d do so on the dance floor with one provision.”

Gwyneth slid forward and squealed. “Ooo, what is it?”

“Their names wouldn’t happen to be Phillip and Luke?” Keira asked as she picked up the newest piece of paper.

“Actually, I don’t know their names,” the waitress replied and looked confused for a moment, as if maybe the men had told her, and she had already forgotten.

Keira unfolded the paper with boredom. “Figures.”

Slaves willingly to the wiles of your heart.

“What does it say?” Gwyneth asked, bouncing in her seat.

Just then an interesting revelation struck Keira. She wasn’t dealing with Phillip

and Luke. They might come up with a goofy 'roses are red' poem, but not something like this. Sure, they could more than likely come up with this game, but they were the type to take a direct approach, thinking they would be a prize for any female. No, the two of them wouldn’t go to the trouble.

“What’s the provision?” Keira asked as she continued to stare at the statement on the paper.

Teeva held up a length of fabric. “Wear this and wait on the dance floor.”

“You have got to be kidding me.” Keira tossed the paper down and picked up the drink. A nervous tremble in her hand made her glass shake. She shook her head. No way would she go along with something so idiotic. But something deep down beckoned her to take the challenge and she warred with the idea, volleying back and forth with indecision.

“What are they? Grotesque?” Gwyneth asked and giggled.

Teeva laughed loudly. “No, quite the opposite, and if I thought I had a chance, I would’ve already thrown myself at them.”

“So, they want me to wear that and wait for them on the dance floor?” Keira asked. “Why?”

Teeva shrugged. “Something about—hmm, what was it? Oh,” she said with an upbeat tone, “something about the eye deceives, but the heart knows.”

“Keira, if you don’t get on that floor I will drag you there!” Gwyneth shouted. “Get your ass out there.”

Again, Keira glanced around the club and apprehension began to settle in. One part of her yearned for the adventure and the other part warned her. Her status as a Token, an unmarried woman over the age of twenty-five, left her little or no options, especially outside of the NWO base. At least there she had her father’s position protecting her. Here, at the club, she could be claimed whether she wanted to be or not.

Keira rarely ventured out, only at times like today where she needed the break, the uninhibited letting go of everything that haunted her. But she was always careful, saving the majority of drowning her sorrows for the comfort of her apartment in safety. This was a disaster in the making, a fifty-fifty chance of a major life change because curiosity killed the cat.

“Keira, you have to do this,” Gwyneth prodded.

“I can’t,” Keira replied with uncertainty in her tone.

“Honey, let me tell you something. You won’t be sorry,” Teeva said with a knowing grin.

“Get your ass out there.” Gwyneth pointed to the dance floor. “Tick, tock, and you know what I mean.”

Should I?

The current situation was one that Keira was not prepared for. This wasn’t as simple as deciding what to eat for dinner. Realistically, what she was about to do could change her life forever. Thoughts of Jasmine being claimed so many years earlier still haunted her. The poor girl had never met the men before they abruptly claimed her. Now, whether or not that happened a lot was something Keira was unsure of, but it still scared the hell out of her just thinking it could.

Teeva dangled the fabric in front of her. “Destiny waits.”

“Destiny my ass,” Keira grumbled and snatched the cloth. “Gwyneth, if this turns out bad, you know where to find me.”

When Keira had come of age, she worried about a day like this, being claimed and taken away from everything she knew. Even then she had an inkling she wouldn’t find the man of her dreams in time, plus she knew she’d be forever dedicated to the NWO cause. She and Gwyneth had made a pact as young girls. If they were unfortunate and ed their 25th birthday and claimed by a man they didn’t want, the two planned to run away to a remote region in the wastelands.

“Don’t worry, honey. I’ll be watching and tell you whether you should run or not,” Gwyneth teased.

“All right, sweetie. I’ll blindfold you and lead you to the middle of the floor.

Once there, you are to wait,” Teeva said and motioned for Keira to turn around.

A sickening feeling welled in Keira’s gut, but also a sense of intrigue. She had to give kudos to the men behind this goofy scheme; she was interested. Teeva wrapped the dark cloth around Keira’s eyes and snugly tied it at the back of her head. With her sight taken away, Keira felt odd, and strangely turned on. When she danced, she preferred to keep her eyes closed while allowing the music to seduce her, and drown out the world around her. The feeling was intoxicating and also relaxing, allowing her mind to wander, and be free. This was a little different, because she couldn’t see if she wanted to.

“I’ll lead you out. Once there, you are to dance until met,” Teeva said and began walking with her hand directing Keira’s direction by her hip.

Darkness enveloped Keira and her other senses took over. She could feel the proximity of bodies moving near her and hear the steady thump of the bass.

“Dance,” Teeva said and ended with a giggle.

Keira was alone, deprived of her sight, and she wondered what in the hell she was thinking. She almost decided against going through with it all, and started to reach for the blindfold, but hesitated. What if tonight turned out to be one of the best nights of her life? And then again, what if it turned out to be the worst?

All she could do was hope that her sister was watching and looking after her. Keira had put herself in a bad position, and as a soldier for the NWO, a really stupid position. Deep down, though, Keira desperately wanted to find a man worthy of her affection. Ideally she wanted more than one, partners in life, but

worried heavily that no two men could ever compete with her fantasies.

For a moment or two, Keira stood motionless. Worry gripped the pit of her stomach and no doubt many eyes stared at her, wondering what in the heck she was doing. With good reason, too. She more than likely looked like an idiot.

A slow, seductive song began to play, and Keira took a deep breath, falling into the rhythm. She imagined she wasn’t wearing the blindfold, but dancing with her eyes closed instead. Her mind ventured back to her fantasy. There she beamed with overwhelming love and excitement while being proposed to, rather than barbarically being claimed by men using the Suitor’s Rights Act, and believing they got a prize. She wasn’t a prize. Her commitment to the NWO and her position would always trump love and marriage. Her love was soaring through the sky. She had yet to find a man able to compete with the high.

Her body moved to the beat and she felt sexy, wanted. Seconds felt like an eternity and she wondered if everyone in the club had stopped to stare at her. Was there a spotlight highlighting her on display? Was this a cruel joke?

Sweat began to bead on her forehead and she suddenly felt hot. Her skin started to tingle with awareness as she tried to decipher everything happening around her. She relied on her training and her senses. Soon the sound of feet moving and bodies rubbing together calmed her. Two hundred eighty-two feet moved and found rhythm around her. She exhaled the breath she’d been holding and began to relax, allowing the music to further pull her under.

Only a bump or a glancing blow inhibited her movements as the bodies around her danced. Desire spread out, fanning over her skin, and heightened the sexually-charged atmosphere. A quiver rolled through her stomach as she anxiously waited to be met. Were they watching her at this very moment? Were

they close?

Warm hands touched her shoulders and gently glided down her arms. Behind her, Keira felt a hard body barely brush against her. His fingertips teased her nerve endings, softly tickling her skin with the faintest of touches. She tried to get closer, and in some way try to identify the source, but he pulled back, denying her the feel of his body.

Desire spread, rapidly pulsing to each and every nerve ending. His scent enveloped her as he leaned close and softly kissed her neck. She swayed as she inhaled the faint scent of his cologne. It was musky and rich, woodsy, and erotic as hell. They moved to the slow rhythm, his hands gripping her hips, and only the slight touch from his groin teased her rear. He was hard, yet he held back. His hands swept up her waist and braced her under her arms. Fingertips barely brushed over the sides of her breasts, so close, yet denying her.

Who was this man? Keira didn’t recognize his scent or the feel of his hands. She ed details about men, and this one was like no other. He had control and was currently driving her mad by being so close and not giving in by pressing against her. When someone approached her from the front and ran a fingertip along her jaw, she gasped softly and reached out to touch.

Firm and solid muscle greeted her fingertips. Judging by the placement, he was a tall man, well over six feet. His hands were large, yet soft and gentle as he swept them down her neck. He held her by the back of the neck and pressed his body to hers. They found rhythm together and soon the man behind her ed in, holding her hips, and rocked against her.

Keira was overwhelmed with sensations pinging throughout her body. Two sets of hands held her, guided her, and teased with their touch. She was caged

between two rock hard bodies with her sight taken away. That fact only fanned the flame growing in her abdomen, sending tiny shocks pulsing to her clit. How she wanted their hands to sweep up her thighs and caress the tender flesh that begged for attention. Even her nipples reacted, hardening and becoming alert. Just the brush of their erections that were evident stoked her up and threatened to burn her down.

How crazy was this? Keira wondered as her world spun and it seemed that she and these two men were the only ones on the dance floor. Everything else had simply faded away, leaving only the sound of the music and bone-tickling bass behind. She arched her back and leaned her head on the shoulder of the man behind her. Her hips swiveled between the two of them, brushing her ass against an erection behind her, and her pelvis against the one in front of her.

A slow, warm breath tickled her ear, and she heard the faintest growl as his hands worked up her ribcage and cupped her breasts in his hands. Keira reached over her head and ran her fingertips through his hair. It was short and thick, but long enough to hold on to. When he plucked her nipples through her dress, Keira moaned and gripped his short locks. “Who are you?” she whispered and continued to dance, keeping time with their movements.

A soft chuckle in her ear caused her panties to become wet. She didn’t recognize the tone, or the erotically hot quality of his voice. Now she was absolutely sure she wasn’t dealing with anyone she knew and the idea excited the hell out of her.

Before she could speak again, soft lips pressed to hers. His tongue lightly skimmed her bottom lip. In response she reached for him, squeezing his chest, and pulled on the fabric of his shirt, beckoning him closer. He nipped her lip and offered a moan that sent another wave of moisture trickling into her panties and wetting the inside of her thighs.

“Kiss me,” she begged and was promptly rewarded with a searing kiss. Plump lips took authority, fitting perfectly against hers. His tongue swept through her mouth, so soft, yet firm and in control.

The man behind her gently kissed her neck, working down to her shoulder before moving back up to nip and tease her earlobe. His hands wrapped around her stomach and eased down to her hips. She rocked on her heels, needing to feel his touch, somewhat uncaring of their location, because the need for sexual gratification had grown to a whole new level of want.

A deep, clit-stimulating moan vibrated from the man’s lips kissing her. He cradled his hands around her face, and continued with a new hunger, evident by the way he took control. She fell further under their spell and responded in kind. Abruptly the man behind her turned her to face him. His mouth crashed against hers roughly and kissed her with urgency. There was nothing gentle or soft about it. He wanted her, and the dance foreplay was getting to him as much as it was her.

Keira had to see who was kissing her and reached for the blindfold. The man behind her grabbed her wrists and tucked them down around her stomach. “No,” he said, growling as he directed her hands further down until they were at the hem of her dress. He placed his fingertips on top of her right hand and guided her to inch up her skirt. She trembled with anticipation, part from fear, and part sheer need to be touched.

“Don’t worry. No one will see. Give in to your desire,” the man behind her whispered and navigated their fingers inside her panties.

“Ohhhhh,” Keira gasped softly and sucked in a deep breath. His fingers propelled hers, teasing her throbbing clit.

“So wet,” came his deep voice, tickling the inside of her ear.

Everything was becoming a blur as her desire pushed out rational thought. Her body sought release while her mind warned her. This was not a good idea, she chanted inside her head, but continued to rock to the beat, keeping rhythm with the pulsing hips rubbing both sides of her. She had begun to pant as her release neared. Her body was hot and sweaty as they pushed her closer to the summit.

“Come for us,” the man kissing her whispered against her lips. Just the sound of his heated voice pushed her over the edge.

“Yessss,” she moaned softly and her body quivered as her orgasm pulsed, creating a haze of color behind her eyelids. She shuddered as she came slowly down. Both men had her cradled between them, softly kissing her neck and shoulder. She felt safe in their arms, but also strange, considering the fact she had just allowed two men she didn’t know to bring her to orgasm in a damn club.

Sobering was the worst part, and before she could regain her faculties and face them, a crush of bodies toppled through them, and over them. A fight had broken out and Keira stumbled to the left while grabbing her blindfold and jerking it off. She turned toward the direction she came from and tried to focus her vision. Bodies bumped and shoved her back as a surge of men trampled by, throwing punches and wrestling each other to the ground.

Nameless faces were everywhere and Keira realized it could have been any of them. Shame weighed heavy in her mind and she fought back the tears that threatened to fall. She adjusted her dress and dipped her head down, shoving through the audience that had formed to watch the action taking place.

Getting back to her table seemed like an unending adventure as the mob pushed her back and forth, trying to get a glimpse of the commotion unfolding. At the edge of the floor, Keira’s emotions were running high. “Get the fuck out of my way!”

“What happened?” Gwyneth asked as she rushed up to meet Keira.

Keira turned toward the dance floor and looked back one last time. “Stupidity.”

****

Kell wasn’t ready for their lieutenant to see them and took the opportunity sneak away when a fight broke out. Damn, he really didn’t want to, though. His cock was so hard it ached. He watched her from a distance, scanning the crowd, probably wondering about their identity. This was good. This was what Kell wanted.

“Man, we could have had her,” Theron said and shoved Kell back a step. “What the fuck?”

“You and I both know she wouldn’t be happy to see us, not yet anyway,” Kell said and pointed at Theron, warning him to back off.

“How do you know? Did you not feel the way she kissed you? I know I felt it in my toes and now my cock is about to explode!” Theron said with a rise in his

voice.

Kell chuckled. “Foreplay, Theron, just a little foreplay.”

“You’re sick. I mean, sick in the head. What is your next plan, genius?” Theron asked while pacing, running his hands through his hair, trying to find an outlet for his frustration.

“Hmm, I haven’t thought that far, but when we reveal our identities, I hope to be greeted with a smile. If she had any idea it was us on that dance floor with her, she would have busted our balls,” Kell said, knowing he was right. Their lieutenant would more than likely have a problem with the two new guys she despised bringing her to orgasm in a club.

“You better think of something,” Theron said. “Fuck, I’m going to have to stroke this off in order to get it to lie down. Thanks a lot, asshole.”

Kell had to laugh at that. Theron probably thought he was dying. Not that Kell was in better shape. He could still feel blood pulsing to the head of his prick. The moment was too hot, too erotic to not wind up with a stiffy. Mmm, he thought, thinking of her kiss, the way she clutched his chest, and mostly he thought about the way she ground her hips against his abdomen, no doubt feeling his erection.

“Wait up,” Kell called and hurried toward the exit. He needed to get home as well.

Late that night, Kell lay in bed, unable to stop thinking about the brief minutes he had to touch and tease his lieutenant. Her body was so responsive to them. He could tell by her soft moans, the way her lips parted so seductively, and also by the tremble in her voice when she spoke. When she submitted to the pleasure and reached her peak, her body quivered in his arms. He damn near followed her over the edge as well.

Tonight Kell had planned to take a different approach with his lieutenant, sure she’d strike him and Theron down if they attempted to ask her out. And she would have, Kell had no doubt about that fact. The first step in breaking her down was to build intrigue. He felt they more than accomplished that feat, judging by her climax.

And there Kell was again, hard as steel, eyes closed, replaying the event in his head. He rubbed his thick shaft through his underwear, fully aware it would keep him from sleeping until he tamed it. Reaching under the stretchy band, Kell grasped himself and groaned, fantasy taking over his mind.

Stroke after stroke Kell pumped his rod, imagining what it would be like to be inside his lieutenant, surging in and out while hearing her beautiful cries of pleasure. He had no doubt he could please her; he just needed to be let in the door first. Thinking of all the ways he’d take her, Kell vividly envisioned each one. His favorite part was watching his cock enter her, hearing her moan from the invasion, lips wet, and nipples hard.

“Yeah,” Kell whispered in the darkness, using his slick precum to lube his prick. It felt hot and swollen, so sensitive to his touch he was already nearing climax. He pumped harder, faster, feeling his stomach muscles tighten. Hissing from the ache, he put his feet flat on the bed and lifted his hips, pul and down, summoning his release forth. “Mmmmmm.” He moaned softly and felt his breaths become rapid. His hips were thrusting into the air, hand gripping his cock tight while stroking from base to tip. And then it was there, cum erupting

from the head of his prick and his hips slowed, gently thrusting up into his hand until he milked every last drop.

“Oh, hell, yes,” Kell whispered into the darkness and felt his heart pound. He was limp, relaxed. A smile tugged at his lips. His lieutenant didn’t know it yet, but she would be his.

CHAPTER 4

A new week had begun and Keira trudged from her bedroom to the bathroom. The weekend had been a disaster, and it had started when she allowed her libido to lead. Somewhere out there, she thought, are two men who know who I am, and I have no clue who they were. The worst part was realizing just how far she had gone.

Never before had she been so reckless. She was a lieutenant with the NWO for crying out loud. If word got back to her father about the little stunt in the club, who knew what her fate would be? He would not be pleased… at all.

Keira sighed as she brushed her hair back and stared at her bare neck. The root of all that was wrong with her life began with those damn laws. Would life be easier if she just submitted to the first potential husband to come along? She had to shudder at the thought. So far she hadn’t been with anyone she felt she could spend the rest of her life with. Furthermore, the thought of having children in a loveless marriage was terrifying.

The heavy weight of condemnation of her own creation sickened her stomach. Worse by far was the position she had put her father in, followed by the loss of five pilots because of her status. She felt raw and emotional, which wasn’t a feeling she was accustomed to. Something had to give, and all fingers were pointing directly at her.

Even as her self-loathing grew to an all-time high, her intrigue about the men from the club became even more troubling. If they were interested in her, or wanted her for that matter, what stopped them from just claiming her? Surely they had to know she was a Token, after all. She wasn’t getting any younger, and already the signs of age were creeping up on her.

Their kisses had been phenomenal, backed by what felt like an overwhelming hunger. Their voices were filled with desire, deep and raspy with a hint of a promise for a night she’d never forget. She could still recall the scent of their skin and feel the hard planes of their muscled chests. Just thinking about how sensual and cherished she felt between them kept her mind replaying the event over repeatedly the remainder of her weekend.

What kind of men teased like that? And why? Was the purpose to make her yearn for them? Would she be disappointed to find out their identity? Why hide? The questions were near to driving her mad. She could say with certainty she’d never kissed their lips before. She was also positive of another fact… she knew them somehow, and it was obvious they knew her.

The realization was unsettling. Likely, they were men who had approached her before and she'd promptly turned them down. She stopped and smacked her forehead. They more than likely were with the NWO and the whole event was a set up. Her paranoia was growing wild, and until she knew the truth, it would only get worse, she feared.

Gwyneth wasn’t much help with identifying them. From her vantage point at the club, Gwyneth itted she didn’t get enough of a glimpse that she could recognize them if she saw them again. That frustrated Keira. She thought her sister would have made it a mission to see the men who authored idiotic poetry, but no, Gwyneth was too busy sucking down her drink.

It wasn’t right or fair to blame Gwyneth. Keira felt terribly. After all, it was Keira’s lack of good judgment and no one else’s. “Damn, damn, damn.”

Keira hurried and dressed. She needed to be working, soaring through the sky where everything made sense. Alone in her jet was where she yearned to be. It

was a place she could look down from, and make sense of things, life, the world, you name it. Up there life became relatively simple. She was nothing more than one of millions striving to find happiness in a chaotic and war-torn world.

An hour later, Keira strolled into the NWO base with a new-found confidence and drive to set about fixing what she perceived to be wrong. First, she needed to have a talk with her father. Her steps increased in speed as she made her way down the hallway leading to his office. Once there, she stood for a moment to gather her scattered thoughts.

Knocking tentatively, she waited until she heard his gruff voice respond. “Enter!”

“Good morning, Daddy,” Keira said as she entered and the door automatically shut behind her. She smiled as if nothing was wrong. Inside, she felt remorse for the time her father allowed her, risking his position, and realized how wrong it had been on her part.

“Keira, as your father, I love you,” he spoke evenly and stared at her with disappointment. “As your commanding officer, I could kick your ass to the nearest space station.”

Keira nodded, secretly wishing she knew which offense he was speaking of.

“Honey, I know you hate the Marriage Decree, but as officers of the NWO, we, more than anyone else should obey all the laws, and set a good example,” he emphasized and leaned back in his chair. “Thorn said he told you about the crew asking for transfers.”

“Yes,” Keira replied.

“Do you understand why?” he asked, looking more than a little put out with her.

“Actually no,” she said, because she really didn’t understand. How did her life affect them anyway? “Why is my status any of their business?”

“You’re stubborn just like your mother sometimes,” her father replied and shook his head. “It doesn’t matter whether it is or not. How can I expect those under my command to follow the rules if I allow my own daughter to break them?”

Keira closed her eyes and swallowed hard. “I’m sorry. I’ve taken advantage of you and my position.”

“I kept hoping that you’d find a husband, but year after year, nothing!” he continued.

“I know. I’ve put my position first, myself. I didn’t stop to think how my actions would reflect on you. Are you in some sort of trouble because of me?” She hated to ask.

Her father snorted. “Well, having a commission representative personally call and chew my ass is something I could have done without.”

“Oh, Dad, I’m so very sorry.”

“Me too, and as much as you’re going to hate me, I hope someday you will forgive me,” he said and paused. “I will be choosing your husband. I have already set a date one month from now for a formal marriage ceremony.”

“What?” Keira asked, stunned by his statement, almost sure she hadn’t heard him correctly.

“Keira, you are twenty-eight years old. While you excel in your position with the NWO, your personal life could use some work.”

Keira felt disoriented, out of sorts, and much to her surprise, scared. “How could you? I thought you understood me. How I feel!”

“I do understand, Keira. I understand that you enjoy your freedom. But your freedom cannot undermine my position, your brothers’ positions, or the position of the NWO. How can we overcome and enforce the Civil Obedience Laws on the people if we ourselves cannot follow them?” he asked, his stern features looking harsh from the sunlight filtering through the window onto his face.

Keira was speechless and only nodded in response. What could she say? He was correct, down to every last word spoken. Did that mean she liked what he had to say? Overwhelmingly, Keira screamed inside, but this was it, the end. Whether she liked it or not, in one month she would be married to a man of her father’s choosing.

“Honey, I’m so very proud of what you have accomplished,” her father said and rounded the desk to stand close to her. He grasped her shoulders and gazed at her with love. “Don’t worry, I will choose a suitable man worthy of your affection.”

“Thank you, Father,” Keira replied with respect and bit back her tears.

“Now, put on that stern face you’re noted for and understand that what I do is for the best.”

“Yes, sir.”

Keira exited her father’s office and at one point she thought she was okay. When the reality truly struck her, she hurried into a ladies room, found a stall, and slammed the door behind her. Not one to cry, Keira tried hard to contain the emotion welling in her heart and erupting from her eyes. Falling forward against the steel door, Keira allowed the tears to freely fall.

****

“Hey, I overheard the two of you talking about our lieutenant last week, and just between the three of us, I’d stay the hell away from her if you know what’s good for you,” Catina said, an aircraft maintenance and weapons tech, leaned across the table.

Theron glanced at Kell and back to Catina. “You were eavesdropping on our conversation?”

Catina blushed and wiped her mouth with her napkin. “Sorry, occupational hazard. I didn’t mean to.”

Kell wasn’t mad, actually quite the opposite. He was intrigued to hear more. “Go on.”

She batted her lashes and glanced around before leaning closer. “It isn’t a secret. Everyone knows that the CO’s daughter is off limits.”

“Oh, yeah?” Theron asked and grinned. “The Marriage Decree says otherwise.”

Catina giggled. “That shit doesn’t fly around here. How many attractive twentyfive plus females have you seen who aren’t married?”

Kell scrubbed his jaw and thought about her statement. Actually not many, he realized.

“Wait, wait,” Theron said and plopped his drink down. “Are you saying the CO is keeping her from being claimed? He doesn’t want her to marry?”

“You’re not very bright, are you?” Catina asked and grinned with amusement. “No, dumb ass, our lieutenant is a spoiled brat who gets her way. She doesn’t want to be married and uses her father as a shield.”

“Jealous much?” Kell asked and Catina stuck out her tongue at him.

“No, I’m not jealous,” she replied and brushed her hair back, revealing her black unity collar, indicating she was either infertile or not fit to reproduce. “She sees her status as a curse. Dumb bitch doesn’t have a clue.”

“Wow, you don’t like her much,” Theron said.

Catina snorted and her lips curled up in a sneer. “Nope. I went to school with her, well, until her father pulled some strings and got her into the NWO Flight Training Program.”

Kell didn’t push any further. It was obvious there was a past that didn’t need to be delved into. Catina hated Keira, and it was doubtful he could learn anything helpful from her at this point. He did, however, learn one important fact, and that was he and Theron weren’t dealing with just any female. The one they had their sights set on was either a lesbian or required special care. Judging by how she reacted to them at the club, Kell crossed off the first thought.

Catina scooped up her plate and stood. She stared at them for a moment before speaking. “Seriously, the two of you could do much better.”

Theron just stared as she walked away. Kell didn’t need to hear what was on Theron’s mind, because he was more than likely thinking the same thing. There was a rivalry between Keira and Catina. Being that Catina was infertile or otherwise, her options were little. Kell decided that jealousy was in fact a key player. He did feel a sense of loss for Catina though. Most men sought a woman able to produce offspring. For Kell, nothing would bring him more joy than

someday bringing life into the world that he was a part of creating.

“Well, I sensed a strong amount of hate.” Theron finally spoke and continued to eat. “And something else,” he said between bites. “Nothing will stop me from taking her as my wife, not even the CO.”

“Shhh, dumb ass. Don’t say shit like that on base. I bet half these assholes have modified hearing.” Kell rubbed his eyes. Theron really needed to learn when to speak and when not to. Most times it was better if he didn’t at all.

“I don’t give a fuck,” Theron said. “You and I both know she’s the one. If it wasn’t for those dickheads fighting at the club the other night, we could have claimed her. She’s a Token and therefore available to us. All we need to do is claim her.”

“Shut up, just shut up, Theron,” Kell whispered. “Breakfast is over. We need to talk somewhere without prying ears.”

Theron nodded and collected his trash. Kell glanced around and noticed two men staring a couple of tables over. No doubt they were listening. One offered a glare and the other smirked. How Kell wanted to wipe that look right off his face.

The sun hadn’t completely risen yet, but the work day had started. Kell and Theron took their position in wait with the rest of the squad. Standing at ease, he recalled the night at the club and the explosive chemistry that pinged between him and Keira. At first she was a pretty face. Then she was a single female. Following that, Kell recalled her voice over the radio when she spoke of Vida. Stern and strong on the outside, Keira was soft and gentle on the inside. Part of

Kell’s modifications was the ability to detect changing emotions by voice alone, a rare modification. Some cues were barely audible to most, but Kell could sense even the slightest of change. In other words, Kell had the ability to read sincerity based on a person’s tone alone. Although his expertise hadn’t been called for much, Kell would be a key in negotiations where such information would be needed.

Outside of his modification with voice detection, Kell had received all the basics as well. Exceptional sight, great hearing, well, not as great as Catina though. He still wondered how she'd picked up on their conversation last week. He pondered over that for a moment until Theron jabbed him in the ribs.

All immediately moved to full attention and saluted when Keira walked in. She returned the gesture and stopped in front of them.

“At ease.”

Kell sidestepped and placed his hands behind his back. Even from as far away from Keira as he was, Kell could see that she had been crying. A faint red ring lined the bottom lids of her eyes. She looked down at her comm and waved her other hand in the air, bringing up the tactical image generator.

“For the most part everything has been peaceful. The night unit didn’t detect any new uprisings, but don’t let the patriots fool you.” She looked at everyone and flicked her wrist, moving away the map on the visual. “Quinion is still out there, along with his partner, Melendez. Since last week, neither has been detected and no intel has come in concerning their whereabouts. Keep your eyes open and make extra sweeps over the wastelands. The shipment of medical supplies stolen last month has yet to be located. I need not remind you of the people desperately needing those supplies.”

Why couldn’t Kell have received the gift of mind reading? Was that even a genetic modification? How helpful would that be at this very moment? He could tell by the tone of Keira’s voice she was troubled. She was in business mode though, trying to carry on like a good soldier, but her voice gave her away, along with the tell-tale signs of tears.

The night at the club, Kell had wanted so badly to haul Keira out of the place and make her their own, but he knew somehow that wasn’t the best approach with her. No, she was still single for a reason, and it had much more to do with her than her father. He was determined to find the way to her heart without resorting to the barbaric laws of the time.

“I’d like to blast those fuckers right out of the wastelands and send them spiraling into a black hole,” Theron said as they climbed up into their jet. “There always has to be a couple of assholes, mes life for everyone else.”

“Job security, my friend,” Kell said as he slid down into his seat.

“True,” Theron replied and entered behind him. “So, I think we’re safe enough to talk now. What do you suppose is the real reason our lieutenant is still single?”

Kell chuckled. “You talk of her as if she were ours.”

“She will be.”

Kell began his preflight checks and made notes on his comm as he readied their jet. “Wishful thinking, but I’d have to warn you, she isn’t the type to just submit. I think that’s obvious judging by her age and status. Our lieutenant may be spoiled like Catina said, but really, I think she has been holding out because she wants to pick on her own .”

“Or she’s a lesbian,” Theron quipped.

“Yeah.” Kell laughed. “That idea entered my mind too, but no, doubtful. No, our girl has used her position to keep from being married for a reason. Now we just need to find out why.”

“I think you read too much into everything,” Theron said and Kell heard him click his safety harness. “We want her. She’s available. We have the right to formally claim her. The answer is simple.”

“Theron, just because those are the facts doesn’t mean we need to storm in like a couple of barbarians. Have you ever thought about earning affection and trust? Or, maybe once in your life slowing down to get to know someone before storming to the bedroom?”

Theron became quiet, which was odd, because the guy always had something to say.

“I tend to believe the art of romance has been lost—” Kell continued.

“Oh, hell. Here we go,” Theron muttered under his breath.

“Seriously, asshole. Think like a woman. Just stop and try to put yourself in her position,” Kell said.

“Okay then, I’d totally fuck me.”

“Damn, you’re such a dick.” Kell lowered the hatch. He went on and fired up the engines. “Are you really that dense?”

“No. Fuck, I was just kidding,” Theron muttered and made an irritated noise.

For Kell, the facts were obvious. He wouldn’t want to be forced into being paired with just anyone. He stopped to shudder at the thought. A couple of times in his life he had been chased by a couple of scary females. He wanted to love, and in return, to receive love. He also wanted to feel the excitement that came with seeing the person his heart craved the most. And that feeling was one he hoped to always have for a wife. Forcing someone to be his, because he wanted them, didn’t seem the best way to start off a relationship. He yearned to see adoring eyes staring at him. To hear the words "I love you" and know they were sincere, that would warm his heart. To have a woman he and Theron could both cherish, who in return would do the same in kind, would be priceless. While ménage relations were abundant, they were not the norm of the time. Few women willingly entered into such. Only those who failed to find a husband in time and the men who wanted the units forced such relationships.

“I understand what you mean, by the way,” Theron said as they waited their turn for takeoff.

“Hey, look who ed us! Theron’s decent side,” Kell joked and had to chuckle.

“I know I come off as a dick most times, but really, I’m scared to death we won’t find a woman that will complete us,” Theron itted.

Kell was astonished at Theron’s sincerity. “Wow, man.”

“Kell, I know I’ve had my fair share of women. I’ve chased the wrong ones, and gods don’t we both know I’ve pulled some stupid stunts for them, but our lieutenant is different. After the little bit of time with her the other night, she has ruled my thoughts, my fantasies. How I wished we would have claimed her right then and there, but I do understand your point.” Theron stopped to sigh heavily. “I can’t help that I want to throw her over my shoulder and make her mine.”

“In time, my friend. Just be patient.”

Theron snorted behind him. “That’s not really one of my strengths.”

Kell hated to it it, but patience wasn’t one of his strengths either, especially when both of them desired the same woman as much as they did. Keira, gods, he loved that name. She was the first to capture both of their attention, equally, and so strongly he felt like pulling a stupid ass stunt of his own to get her attention. The night at the club looked to be the first of many in his quest.

While they continued to wait, Kell got an idea and frantically hurried to fire off a purchase on his comm. He might be no Romeo, but he’d get his girl. “Cheesy as hell, but it’ll have to do.”

“What are you doing up there? It’s our turn,” Theron said and smacked the back of Kell’s seat.

“Just planting seeds,” Kell said with a chuckle and pulled their jet into a hover above the platform. “Duty calls.”

The thrusters engaged and they blasted through the sky like a bullet. Directly ahead of them was Keira. Technically, they were new to the territory, so their orders were to fly tandem with their lieutenant for the next two days. That was fine by him. Kell would follow her anywhere.

“Today I’m taking you two to the end of our boundary. The village there is one of the poorest in the district, and also the one that didn’t receive the recent shipment of medical supplies.” Keira’s voice came over their radio.

Kell got lost in her soft, harmonious voice. How he’d love to hear it in the throes of ion. He had tunnel vision and his mind wasn’t on his job at all. Theron cleared his voice behind him, bringing Kell back to reality.

“Are you talking of Borderline?” Theron asked.

“Yes.” Keira sounded surprised. “You looked over the maps I sent?”

Kell grinned and would have high-fived Theron if he could have.

“Yes, ma’am,” Theron replied.

“Wow, okay, that’s great. I actually thought… never mind,” Keira said. “Anyway, Borderline is influenced heavily by the patriots, but there are a lot of people that desperately need medical care. My father, Cassian, planned a trip to visit a while back, but his convoy was ambushed before he could get any closer than ten miles.”

“How do you know they want help from the NWO?” Kell asked.

“Correspondence from the people mainly. So many are afraid to stand up to the patriots. It’s almost like the place is a void, not really part of the rest of wastelands, or the NWO. There is no governing law in the area, and we have yet to establish any control.”

“So you’re saying it’s almost a haven for patriots because it’s out of reach of the NWO?” Kell asked.

“Yes, exactly. We have tried hard to enforce the Civil Obedience Laws without an all-out war. About the time we think we have control in some areas, an uprising occurs, little battles with no winners on either side. It’s sad to see the devastation still left behind and feel helpless while creating more.”

“You love your job, don’t you?” Kell asked. Her voice was filled with so much ion he could already begin to understand what made her tick.

“I don’t know about love, but it’s all I’ve ever known. When I leave this world, I just hope that I helped in some way change it, for the better,” she said with soft conviction.

It was the way she spoke that tipped Kell off. Keira was “the job.” She was born and raised inside the NWO, both fathers in the ranks, and brothers as well. It didn’t take Kell long to add it all up. Keira had two older brothers that were high ranking officials, a father that was the CO of the Southwest Hemisphere, with the other a doctor for the NWO as well. It would only be natural for her to want to emulate those she cherished, but Kell felt she was missing out on so much more.

Maybe Keira believed she couldn’t have both, a happy marriage and a career. That thought was another Kell added to his list. He truly sought to understand her, wanted to. The need behind her kisses and the way she clutched his chest at the club confused him. On the job, Keira was stern and focused. Away from it, she seemed lost and without direction, but in need of love and affection. He was falling hard for the complex beauty and wished he knew the direct path to owning her heart.

“Is that why you haven’t married?” Theron asked.

“What in the hell are you doing?” Kell asked after muting his mic.

Keira gave a sarcastic chuckle.

“What? I’m trying to understand her. How else am I to know if I don’t ask?” Theron replied without any sign of remorse for his idiotic behavior and overactive mouth.

“Dumb ass,” Kell responded and shook his head. Leave it to Theron to just go for the jugular.

“I take that as a yes,” Theron continued.

Mayday, mayday!

“I’m so going to kick you in the dick when we land,” Kell grumbled.

“I don’t believe I owe you any explanation about my status or why I’m still single. Maybe the reason is because I all I run into are assholes everywhere I go.”

“Brilliant, fucker,” Kell remarked with disgust and wanted to bang his own head on something hard. But that was Theron. He didn’t have any shame… or a filter for his mouth.

“Maybe it’s a matter of running into the right assholes,” Theron continued, because he just didn’t know when to shut the hell up.

“Oh,” Keira said and laughed. “I suppose as in right assholes, you’d be speaking of yourself and your partner.”

“I apologize, Lieutenant. When Theron was modified they fucked up the wiring in his head, leaving him without the ability to think before he speaks,” Kell interrupted.

“I’m honest and speak my mind,” Theron quickly added.

“Well, since you’re so honest, why don’t you tell me why you two clowns don’t already have a wife? I mean, you act like you’re the catch of century and all.”

Kell snorted. “Good one.”

“Long story short.” Theron paused. Kell noticed he kicked in the voice. The sexy and deep tone he always believed drove women wild. “You see, babe, Kell and I are too much for just one woman—”

“Black hole, swallow me now,” Keira said and sighed loudly over the radio. “I guess you two have your sights set on the award by taking a wife as a pair. Good luck finding a woman who’d be stupid enough to marry with both of you.”

“I wasn’t finished, sweetheart.” Theron laid on his schmooze extra thick. “As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted—”

“Theron, shut up, man. You’re digging a hole.”

“No, I’m not. Our minx wants to know why we don’t have a wife.”

Theron was asking for it. He was trying like hell to rile her. That much was obvious.

“Your minx?” Keira asked in a stern and irritated tone. “Dream on, clown boy.”

“What did you just call me?” Theron asked and seemed stupefied by her words.

“You heard me. I believe your buddy is correct. You’re just digging a hole.”

“You know, honey, if you were mine, which you will be, I’d take that sweet little ass of yours home, bend it over my lap, and spank it.”

“Oh, fuck,” Kell whispered and groaned. “Shut the fuck up, Theron. She has the power to bust your balls for good.”

“Better pack a lunch, clown boy. The day you believe you can take me on is the day I will make you sorry for even trying.”

“Ooo, I fucking love it!” Theron whooped behind Kell. “Baby, Kell and I are the only men you will ever need. I promise.”

“Do I need to remind you that I’m your lieutenant?” she asked, her tone nearly a growl.

“Oh, fuck, this is it, wastelands here we come,” Kell muttered under his breath, almost seeing a desert landscape in their future, and a shitty position to match.

“You’re such a drama queen, Kell.”

“I take it your buddy leans on the smarter side than you? Did he just advise you to shut up, again?”

“No, actually he said he’d like to fuck you so hard you’d have trouble walking for days,” Theron blasted back.

“Theron!” Kell shouted. “I didn’t say that,” he said loud and clear over the radio. Even though he hadn’t said it, he’d like nothing better than to do it. But, damn it, this was his career!

“If he wasn’t such a pansy he’d say what’s on his mind, and honey, let me tell ya, panty fucking dropper,” Theron went on and Kell felt his heart stop.

“Get back to base. Now!” Keira shouted over the radio and barrel rolled her jet,

changing direction in a split second.

“Great, just fucking great, Theron!”

“Hey, she asked.”

“I’m going to strangle you. Then, when you gasp your last breath, I’m going to resuscitate your stupid ass, and then I’m going to strangle you again!” Kell said and banked hard to the right.

“Drama, drama.”

“We could lose our position with the NWO!” Kell shouted. “Don’t you get it? This isn’t a fucking game!”

“Look, she asked, I told her. She got what she asked for,” Theron calmly replied.

“Yeah, well, we’re going to get what you asked for all right, and that will be a one-way ticket to the wastelands scooping up shit or something less appealing.”

“Chill, bro. I got this.” Theron chuckled. “No woman can resist my charm or your charisma.”

“Oh, yeah? I think you just met her.”

CHAPTER 5

Oh, Keira was so going to can some ass when she reached the base. From day one she knew they would be trouble. Darroch, the one Iverson called Theron, had a mouth she’d like to bust wide open. Where did he get off talking to her that way?

“Clown boy, you have just sealed your fate,” Keira whispered to herself and engaged her thrusters, reaching supersonic in seconds. By her estimation, she was traveling at nearly two thousand miles per hour, making her eta less than three minutes back to the base.

Damn, she was so mad she gritted her teeth and sought something to punch. The Marriage Decree had gotten on her last good nerve. Combine that with her father’s news concerning her future, and she was downright ready to fight for blood.

And fuck her so good she wouldn’t be able to walk for days? She snorted at the thought, fucking doubtful. Given her position and ranking, Keira knew she needed to calm down before reaching the base, but couldn’t summon the strength to let it go. Darroch was a blowhard who thought too much of himself, much like many of the men she had encountered thus far.

“Asshole!” She growled and pulled a hard displacement roll, a dogfight maneuver, putting her directly behind Iverson and Darroch.

Her goal wasn’t to hurt them, but she did want to scare the stupid out of Darroch. She engaged her hypersonic missiles, and for show, beaded a laser on their right wing where they could see it. The jets they were flying had tech able to alert of imminent danger, as well as offering tactical advice. No doubt the alarm in their

jet was whooping in their ears. As lieutenant, she had the ability and an override capability to open the line of communication, or just eavesdrop. Typically she didn’t stoop so low as to listen in on conversations, but this time, oh yeah.

“Oh, fuck me!” Iverson shouted. In the background, Keira could hear the warning announcement, a soft female voice. “Warning, warning.”

Instantly, their jet shimmered and became invisible to her eyes. She smiled and had to laugh. “Game on, clowns.”

Keira’s adrenaline began to pump, pushed by the anger welling in her gut. It wasn’t just Darroch’s bullshit over the radio… it was everything.

“Engage camouflage,” she barked. Two could play this game.

“Theron, she is going to blow us out of existence!”

“Foreplay, my friend. Just foreplay,” Darroch said with sickening sweet confidence.

Keira snickered as her target indication system spoke. “Target lost.”

The camouflage system not only made the jets invisible to the naked eye, but it also rendered the target locking device useless. Part of the beauty of the creation was sending generated waves out, confusing the system, making it seem as if a

jet was in multiple places at once. Therefore, the target identifier and tracking system was washed with an overload of data.

“Let’s play,” Keira whispered while still listening to Iverson and Darroch arguing. Lowering her ultra-vision glass from her helmet, Keira blinked with confusion. There was no sign of them. “Oh, smart guys.”

With a flick of her wrist, Keira pulled into a high barrel roll and looked down to the earth below. “Ah, there you are.” She increased her altitude and pulled into a hard inverted roll, nose diving downward. The push against her chest from the gforce was hard, but she continued to push on, gaining advantage once again, and loved every minute of it.

“Did you see that?” Darroch shouted. No doubt they were using their ultravision as well, but to the world below, they were nothing but clear blue sky.

“I think you pissed off the wrong woman, Theron. Fuck!” Iverson shouted and Keira watched as he pulled a defensive barrel roll, immediately soaring up and around her, positioning them behind her.

“Engage!” Darroch yelled.

“No!” Iverson barked. “This is getting ugly, and personally, I’d like to not meet my maker today.”

“Engage her! If she wants to play with the big boys, let’s give her a game she’ll

.”

“Oh, yes, I do want to play with the big boys. Please, teach me how to play.” Keira snickered, killed her thrusters and dropped altitude. They zoomed overhead and in seconds pulled a one-eighty, sweeping back around before diving toward her.

“Impressive,” she said and headed into a defensive spiral, soaring straight up toward the sun. They might have been able to see her momentarily, but now she was at an advantage. After leading them into the blinding glare, Keira circled back and gained an offensive position, locking on her target.

“Warning, warning,” the generated voice came from their jet.

“What the fuck?” Darroch said. “How the fuck? Damn!”

“You’re playing with fire, clown boys,” Keira announced over their radio. “I win. Get your asses back to base. Now!”

After muting her mic, Keira took a deep breath and fought the desire that had overtaken her. Somehow in the midst of their dogfight, Keira’s libido kicked in, and her clit pulsed with need. Even her nipples were on high alert, poking at her bra, begging for stimulation. The thought that the two had excited her really pissed her off. Darroch was just, ugh, so fucking smug and confident. And Iverson? Yeah, he was a panty dropper all right. Just his sultry bedroom eyes, his plump lips that looked so kissable had her from their very first introduction. Not that she would it to finding him attractive. After all, they were under her command, and off the list of eligible one-night stands. While she had taken a few

partners that were within the NWO, none were directly under her. That was a big no-no.

“Damn, man. I could fuck that woman for days and I’d bet she’d have the stamina to take it,” Darroch blurted out.

Keira was listening, but didn’t let on that she was.

“I think you can forget ever sharing a bed with her, Theron. I ignored the rumors, believing she had yet to meet a man worthy of her affection. Now, I wonder if there are any men in the entire fucking galaxy that could please her,” Iverson replied. “I’m beginning to think she just enjoys busting balls and being alone.”

Keira’s eyes begun to sting. Was what he said true? Were there no men compatible with her? She thought back to all her bed fellows, the ones she took just to appease her sexual craving. The list was varied, from to mechanics to computer systems techs. She loved sex, adored it even, but had trouble finding men that knew how to please her. Beyond the bedroom, she hadn’t met one with even an ounce of intelligence beyond their rank and craft for the NWO.

She wiped a tear, faced with the knowledge that in one month, she’d be married to a man whether she wanted to be or not. There was just one authority she didn’t argue with, and that was her father. Her oasis that was hidden deep in the wastelands was becoming more of a plan B than she would have ever believed.

Years previously, Keira had purchased a small place nestled back far from civilization. The only other person that knew its whereabouts was Gwyneth, and the contractors they hired, of course, who were bound by confidentiality

contracts. Keira and Gwyneth had escaped for a girls' vacation a few times, enjoyed the simplicity there, and just relaxed. The view was spectacular, with a fresh running stream and lush trees. The only bad part was actually getting there. Outside of a hidden vacation villa, Keira had purchased the place in case her worst nightmare come true. That nightmare was being bound to a man she didn’t love and against her will. So reoccurring was the dream that Keira had preplanned in case it came true. Now, the place seemed like a perfect spot to hide away… forever.

Hovering above the flight deck, Keira touched down, and didn’t know whether to exit with arms swinging, or race to the ladies room to cry. Anger kept her fingers flexing and balling up into fists. She needed an outlet for the anxiety that plagued her.

“Well, she didn’t blast us out of the sky,” she heard Darroch say over the radio. “Whether she knows it or not, she is ours.” He spoke again, allowing his verbal shit to spill freely. She’d be damned if the likes of him would ever become her husband.

“Pipe dream, man. As much as I’d love to call her my own, I fear today is the last day we’ll see her,” Iverson replied. “Fucking pipe dream.”

Keira pulled off her helmet, unsure of how she planned to proceed. One part of her wanted to kick them out of the Southwest Hemisphere, and the other, no. She shook her head. Her raging clit tingled and she rubbed her thighs together, hoping to stave off the desire developing there. Just seeing Darroch grin from a distance brought her blood back to a slow boil. Oh, yeah. Time to bust balls.

“Lieutenant, is something wrong?” Agnew asked when she stepped down from her jet, surprised considering they hadn’t been on duty that long.

She leveled a stern gaze at him. “Nothing other than taking care of some harsh disciplinary action. As for you, don’t be late again.”

Agnew saluted with fear evident in his eyes. “Yes, ma’am.”

Darroch and Iverson waited at attention by their jet. The wind picked up and blew her hair around her face. No doubt she looked like a hell storm ready for action. “You two clowns, get your ass to my office.”

Iverson glared at Darroch and his nose flared. Damn, the man looked so hot. His hands were clutched together at his sides, and Keira dared to guess, but suspected he’d like a piece of Darroch before she could get her chance. Decisions, decisions, she thought and led the way.

She walked with authority across the steel tarmac, bright sun shining down, causing her to squint. Brushing her wayward locks from her eyes, Keira waved her hand over the recognition identifier, opening the hatch to the inner corridor. Inside, globes of yellow and orange hovered around her eyes. She blinked, trying to adjust to the low light of indoors.

Behind her, Keira could hear the cautious steps of Iverson and Darroch. She could tell by the way their feet fell that one was overconfident, the other nervous. Of course she knew who was walking with authority, and who was worried about the outcome. Iverson struck her as a just man, one who was honest and sincere, and reserved as hell. Darroch, on the other hand, could stand to be taken down a notch or two. He was blatantly outspoken and where he derived his self-assurance from was a mystery. Sure, Darroch was drop-dead gorgeous, but his mouth, wow, the guy didn’t know when to shut up. Iverson seemed aware of

Darroch’s inability to be quiet as well, and she had to smile inside while ing hearing him tell Darroch to shut the fuck up.

Stopping at her door, Keira waved her hand and the door slid open for her. “Get in and keep your mouth shut,” she directed as the two silently walked past her. After she followed them inside, the door shut behind them. Iverson and Darroch stood at attention and she just ired the view. Darroch was a sight to behold when his mouth was shut. And Iverson just looked like a wet dream in his black NWO uniform.

She stood in front of them for a moment before speaking, hoping to find the just punishment for the both of them. Her desire had spread and it felt stuffy and hot all of a sudden. She turned and wished for a cold blast of air. Did she dare order the climate system to suit her? Or would that show them her weakness?

No, she’d suffer instead, she decided, knowing the system would eventually kick in, and leaned back against her desk. “What should I do with you two clowns? I could take away your rank and send you to the ground. Maybe a nice job in janitorial services would be just, considering the amount of shit you cause.”

Iverson blinked and took a deep breath, but didn’t say anything. Darroch, on the other hand, just grinned.

“And what is so amusing about this situation, Darroch? If I were you, I’d wipe that look off my face.”

“I can’t help it. You’re just so fucking hot when you’re mad.”

Iverson jabbed him hard in the ribs and continued to stare straight forward.

“You won’t think so when I’m done with you,” she replied and lifted her chin. How she’d like to work the guy over.

“I’ve always heard that love is blind,” Darroch said and motioned to the corner. “It seems we aren’t the only fools to fall under your spell.”

Keira glared and turned to see what he was speaking of. How she missed the flowers when she entered she didn’t know, but was surprised to see the biggest bouquet of exotics ever. They weren’t just any flowers. They were very rare and expensive ones from Ardemon. Only men with very deep pockets could afford such.

Before she could get sentimental over the gift, which was in fact a first for her, Keira turned back around toward Darroch. “It would seem the fool is a bigger one than you two.”

Darroch grinned before taking a casual stance. “While some men would buy pussy like yours, I’d rather take it.”

Forces out of Keira’s control took hold of her, and before she realized it, she was crashing her fist against Darroch’s face. He wavered back and stumbled a couple of steps. His head was dropped down and he wiped the blood from his lips. Slowly his gaze rose to meet her eyes. They twinkled with desire as a devilish grin swept over his mouth.

“Baby, foreplay isn’t necessary at this point.”

“Theron, knock it off.” Iverson reached for his arm as Darroch stalked toward her.

“Oh, no. I’m finishing what we started,” Darroch said without taking his eyes off of her.

Keira’s cunt spasmed and she swallowed hard. Darroch’s eyes almost seemed to glow. “I’m warning you, clown boy, you don’t want what is coming if you don’t back off.”

“Honey, my dick has been hard as fucking steel since you engaged us in the air,” Darroch said, his eyes lethal and serious as he spoke.

Keira raised her brows, questioning him. She'd hoped that he had shit his pants instead. Wishful thinking.

“Oh, yes, honey, that stunt did nothing more than to bring my cock to full attention,” Darroch said, and rubbed the front of his form-fitting uniform. His erection was obvious and on full display. She had to blink her eyes and avert her gaze. Long and thick. Oh, hell, she chanted inside her head.

“Don’t act like you’re not aroused. You see, I know you get off by combat, dog fighting in the sky, the same as me. Engaging your weapons was mere foreplay,”

Darroch said in a whisper and pushed his body against hers, pinning her against the desk. His eyes stared down at her, wide open, with a knowing grin on his face. “I bet your pussy is swollen, begging for my touch.”

“Back off, Theron,” Iverson said and pulled at Darroch’s arm.

Without looking back, Darroch smiled. “No, I’ve engaged her. Let the real dog fight begin.”

Keira stared at Iverson for a moment. His eyes were filled with desire, yet fear. Easily, he could overpower Darroch if he wanted to, but he stayed frozen, staring back at her.

Darroch grabbed her hand and pulled it down, placing it on his cock. He forced her to rub him through his uniform. “Tell me you’re not craving it,” he said and leaned forward to nip her chin. “Deny me, say whatever you want, but I’ll know it’s a lie. I can smell your arousal,” he continued and inhaled a deep breath through his nose with his eyes closed. They looked glazed over when he opened them. “Baby, I promise we’ll be all you’ll ever need.”

Keira had reached her breaking point and lust ruled. She squeezed his cock in retaliation and kissed him hard, stopping to bite his bottom lip. “You’re not man enough.”

“Oh, princess, get ready,” Darroch said with a growl and ripped the front of her uniform open. Such strength overwhelmed her while leaving her exposed breasts naked for their eyes to feast upon. He dipped his head down and took her nipple into his mouth and sucked it hard to the point of pain.

Keira squealed and fisted his hair in her hands as he nudged his hips between her thighs, shoving her up onto her desk. His hard cock teased her pussy, rubbing with enough friction she could feel the heat between them. She hated that he knew how much she wanted him, wanted this. “Fail to make me come and you’ll regret coming to the Southwest Hemisphere.”

“Don’t worry, when we’re done, you’ll be in a land of fucking bliss,” Iverson said and began to unbutton his fly.

Darroch pushed her back down on the desk and hovered above her, grinding his hips between her thighs. He grinned before kissing her rough again, allowing a deep growl to vibrate against her lips. She felt her toes curl. Darroch kissed her so thoroughly, deep and sensually, any smart-ass comments she had were washed away. He worked his way down her neck, nipping and sucking, his hands cupping her breasts while flicking the pads of his thumbs over her nipples. He sucked one, teasing with his teeth, and swiping gently over it to wash away the bite of pain. Squeezing her other breast, he moved to it, paying equal attention. He sucked harder, forcing a cry from her lungs.

“Get that uniform off of her so I can see her,” Iverson ordered and was palming his cock when she opened her eyes.

Her panties were wet, a gush of excitement coating the thin fabric when she witnessed Iverson’s gorgeous face staring at her with affection. She marveled at his large hand gently sweeping from the base to the head of his thick cock. Some men of the NWO were modified, but Iverson must have received special enhancements, she thought, and licked her lips, wanting nothing more than to taste him.

“You want this, beautiful?” Iverson asked and stepped forward with a new confidence he hadn’t had previously. He struck her as the nervous type, judging by his actions thus far. His new attitude and cocky grin stoked a fire in her gut.

“Yes,” she itted and reached for him. She yearned to feel the soft flesh of his skin, in her mouth, and mostly inside of her.

“Suck it, honey,” Iverson said in a deep tone that had more cream wetting her thighs. He tapped the head of his cock on her lips as Darroch yanked off her boots and proceeded to remove her pants.

The smooth tip brushed over her lips and she flicked her tongue over it. Iverson brushed her hair off of her face and pumped his hips, gliding his rigid shaft over her mouth. She tongued every inch of him, tasting the sweet nectar weeping from the tip. He tasted decadent, sinful, and so delicious she wrapped her mouth around the girth of him, and sucked firmly.

“Oh, fuck yeah.” Iverson moaned and grasped her hair.

“That’s it, suck that cock,” Darroch said as he spread her legs open, placing her feet on the edge of the desk.

Keira whimpered and lifted her hips off the desk when Darroch’s fell between her thighs, mouth latching onto her clit. His hot tongue swept between her folds, stopping to flick her sensitive nub. She moaned and arched her back, letting go of Iverson’s shaft.

“Suck his cock!” Darroch ordered and plunged down again, causing bright lights to flash behind her eyelids.

“Oh, hell,” Keira whispered and bucked her hips, seeking more stimulation while grasping Iverson’s cock. She hungrily took Iverson in again, overwhelmed by the moment. Darroch was strumming her pussy so ruthlessly she had trouble breathing. Her head bobbed up and down, tongue caressing the length of Iverson’s cock.

“That’s it. Show me how much you want to feel this cock inside you,” Iverson said with a moan following. He guided her mouth, pumping his dick, forcing her to take all of him. “Yeah, swallow me,” he rasped and his stomach muscles flexed as he let a deep moan echo off the walls.

“Such a pretty pussy,” Darroch said between lashes of his tongue.

Keira swiveled her hips, using her feet to lift herself, beckoning Darroch to work instead of talk. She whimpered when he didn’t give in and instead teased her as he held her open wide, barely making with her clit, and blew a cooling breath over her nub. It was maddening, because she was so close. Her pussy throbbed, clit tingling, needing relief. “Don’t tease, clown boy,” she threatened and was rewarded with his fingers swiftly impaling her. “Oh, hell!”

“Keep sucking Kell, baby. Suck him well and you will be rewarded,” Darroch said and began to fuck her quite effectively with two fingers.

She moaned and lapped at Iverson’s cock, stopping to breathe before plunging back down around him. They had created a rhythm. Keira lifted her hips, rocking

hard against Darroch’s hand, seeking release while pumping her hand around Iverson’s cock, following with her mouth, taking him so deep her eyes watered when he bumped the back of her throat. She was overwhelmed by the sensation, the sweet taste in her mouth, and the fingers that tickled the perfect region inside her. Before too long, Keira began to pant harder, working her way to the summit. Sweat beaded over her skin, the light breeze from the automatic climate control system working to cool the room down, hitting her hot flesh.

Close, oh so close. She thrust her hips harder, demanding what she needed. Iverson caressed her face, groaning as he looked down her. “So beautiful.”

“Come for me. Come all over my face,” Darroch said with a growl and dipped down to suck her clit while his fingers set off a release that left her breathless. She could feel Darroch remove his fingers and thrust his tongue deep into her cunt. He sucked and plunged his tongue inside her while gripping the inside of her thighs.

Keira let go of Iverson, falling back on her desk, arching her back as her orgasm sent waves of euphoria spreading to every nerve ending. She felt weightless, boneless, and so intoxicated she could almost swear she was floating on a cloud.

“The storm has yet begun, princess.” Darroch spoke with desire and promise. He rubbed her pussy, spreading her wetness down and teasing her rosebud. “Yeah, we’re going to plunder every hole,” he said and smeared the slick moisture between her cheeks, teasing her tiny pucker with his fingertips.

“I have to have her, now,” Iverson said and pushed Darroch out of the way.

Keira stared up at Iverson. His eyes were wide, lethal, yet heartwarming. He took position between her thighs and nudged her entrance. “I hope you’re ready for me. I have to have you now.”

Keira nodded, whimpering when he pressed the head of his cock between her folds. The man was gifted with girth and length. She wet her lips, ready to feel him inside of her. She hissed and her eyes rolled back as he braced her hips with his large hands, his cock slowly filling her.

“Take me. Take all of me.”

Darroch was beside her, caressing her face, looking down on her with lust-filled eyes. “That’s it, baby, relax.” He leaned forward and softly kissed her, gentler this time, more like a lover instead of a sex-crazed maniac.

Keira hummed and allowed the invasion of Darroch’s tongue. His kiss was soft and loving, beckoning her to give in to him. She felt her body relax and Iverson’s thick cock fully slip inside, causing her to moan. The guy was big, but a good big, a 'holy starships what a big cock', but not to the point of pain big. Iverson was endowed to mind blowing, perfectly shaped where he hit each and every nerve ending. She was full, stretched wide, gloriously impaled by the length of him. She grasped his thighs and wrapped her legs around his waist, stilling him, needing to just feel all of him.

Iverson growled, his tone sending a pulse of need racing to her clit. She felt her inner walls clinch around him, earning another approving growl in response. He lifted her hips off the desk and began to move with care, easing out and sliding back in. Slick wetness dribbled out, trailing down to her rosebud. She was overcome and yearned for more.

“So fucking wet,” Iverson whispered and pumped his cock deep inside her. His hands held the cheeks of her ass, fingers tickling her tiny hole. He fell forward and captured her mouth with his. His kiss was eager, tongue delving in, gathering up hers as he slowly thrust in and out of her.

Something was familiar about the sound of their heated voices and the way they sounded when they groaned. Then again, she had had a couple of drinks at the club, and the music was so loud. Was it wishful thinking on her part that they could be the mysterious men? The way they were currently making her feel yearned to believe it was them. Her mind, on the other hand, hoped the opposite. Darroch would be too much for her to handle. The guy was out of control, outspoken, and too cocky for her tastes.

A soft and warm breath tickled her ear. “It would be my mission to make you happy, always,” Darroch said in the sincerest tone she’d heard from him thus far.

She was overwhelmed by Darroch’s words, humming with satisfaction from the steady thump of Iverson’s hips slapping against her ass. His fingertip teased her small bud, coaxing for her to open. She looked up at him and he was staring down at her. His expression was unhinged and overcome with desire.

“Clear the desk,” Iverson ordered and in seconds Darroch responded, sweeping everything off with his arm.

Iverson lifted her up and pulled her close. They stared at each, breaths rasping in and out. He softly kissed her, nudging his tongue between her lips. The kiss was gentle and loving, leaving her gasping. Caressing her face, he smiled against her mouth and sat on the desk before sliding onto it, taking her with him. He lay on

his back, grinning up at her and began to pump his hips while his hands grasped her breasts.

“Ride me, beautiful,” Iverson said in a deep tone and hissed as she sank all the way down around him.

Keira lifted and slowly descended, clutching his chest and allowing the moment to take her under. This was her downfall. Sex was something she craved, needed like the air she breathed. It complicated everything, though. And more than once, Keira had learned the hard way that some men were not content with the onenight stand she sought. This was trouble, more trouble than she needed. She cursed herself for enjoying the pleasures of the flesh while hoping they would want nothing more. But hearing Darroch’s words reminded her of her plight. She was playing with fire.

“This is just sex,” Keira felt the need to say out loud and moaned when Iverson gripped her hips and began thrusting deep inside her.

Darroch pushed her over Iverson’s chest and immediately Iverson wrapped his arm around her neck. His hips pumped at a mind-blowing tempo, coaxing slick wetness to coat his cock. She moaned again, panting for air as she felt her next release building.

Smack!

Theron slapped her ass and she yelped. Trying to rise up, she was held down by Iverson’s arm. He pumped slowly, stopping to grind his hips between her thighs. “Just feel,” he whispered against her mouth, engaging her in another kiss that

drove her mad with desire.

Darroch placed a hand on the small of her back and caressed her stinging cheek with the other. “I believe I told you I’d like to spank your ass. Mmm, and what a magnificent ass you have, baby.”

Smack!

Keira squealed and fought to move. The sting radiated out, burning from the strike. Soon soft lips brushed over the heated area, tongue skimming out to soothe. Her body responded as the pain morphed into pleasure, spreading out, and making her pussy clench tight.

“Fuck,” Iverson growled.

“Damn, your pussy is so fucking wet,” Darroch said and gathered up her wetness and began to trail it up to her rosebud. “Fuck her so hard she won’t soon forget you were there, Kell.”

An uncontrollable pace left her gasping between moans. Iverson’s erratic breaths rasped against her neck as he held her tight, jack hammering his hips.

Smack!

Keira cried out and moaned loud, louder than she had ever before. Iverson

stilled, holding her in his arms as her body quaked. Soft kisses started at her waist and moved up her back, lovingly pressing against her hot skin. While Darroch tickled her back with gentle kisses, Iverson clutched her face in his large hands and looked into her eyes.

“Make no mistake, we want you,” Iverson said. “But,” he continued between lazy kisses, “we won’t claim you against your will. When we claim with you, it will be because you want it.”

She felt her eyes get misty and closed them. No man had ever made such a statement to her, had never cared about her feelings, but she didn’t know these men. “Thank you,” she whispered, unable to say anything else.

Darroch pried Iverson’s arm from around her and hauled her back to his chest. Iverson’s cock slipped out of her, still hard, and shimmering with her release. “My turn.”

His strong arms lifted her effortlessly off the desk and she put her bare feet on the steel floor. Turning her around, she was surprised when Darroch simply skimmed his fingers over her cheek and stared at her. His breaths were short and choppy, as if he was trying to control himself. He kissed her hard a second later, lifted her, and planted her on the end of the desk.

Iverson stood next to the desk, slowly pumping his cock. Judging by the look in his eyes, he wasn’t even close to being done with her, and the idea made her hot with a new round of desire pulsing. Darroch lifted her legs and caressed the inside of her thighs after placing them on his shoulders. He grinned and flicked his thumb over her clit.

“Ready for me, baby?” Darroch asked and nudged the broad head of his cock at her entrance.

Keira nodded with a whimper and was rewarded with a single, earth shattering thrust deep inside her cunt. Arching up, she wrapped her hands over her breasts, squeezing, and fingering her nipples. Every part of her body felt alive and electrically charged, pinging little sensations shooting in every direction.

Darroch eased back and thrust harder, and her back squeaked on her desk. “I know you like to feel out of control.”

Keira shook her head, denying his claim. “Just fuck me.”

He grinned and spread her legs wider. “Oh, I plan on it, honey,” he said with a chuckle and lightly smacked her pussy.

“Oh, hell!” she shouted.

Keira was wound tight. Darroch’s firm yet controlled swats to her swollen pussy, combined with rough thrusts of his hips had her whimpering, wanting more.

Iverson pulled her hand from her breast and sucked her nipple into his mouth. Thick locks of his dark hair invited her fingers. She held his head, not wanting him to stop. The two of them were unraveling the control she thought she had. All she wanted was more, more stimulation, more sucking, more fucking, just more of everything. Her breathing was labored, throat dry, raw from her cries.

“I can’t take any more,” Iverson said before biting her nipple and giving it a pull. He stood up and gripped his cock. “I need to be inside her.”

Darroch yanked her to his chest and cupped her ass in his hands. She squeezed his waist with her legs, hungry for more, and began lifting herself, falling back down over his cock. Iverson’s chest warmed her back, his cock brushing between the cheeks of her ass. Swiping his fingers around Darroch’s cock, Iverson gathered her lubricant and teased her small entrance, beckoning for her to open, wiggling a finger inside.

Keira squealed, rising and falling on Darroch’s cock, the added fingering to her tiny hole pushing her toward another quaking release. They cradled her between them with soft kisses, and murmurs of affection. Their bodies were slick with sweat, skin sliding effortlessly together. Darroch began to move again, slowly lifting her and plunging her back down.

“Yessss,” Keira hissed.

Then the broad head of Iverson’s cock nudged her tiny hole. She gasped and quivered, beckoning her body to open for him, needing attention everywhere.

“Open for me, beautiful. Let us take you together,” Iverson whispered in her ear.

Iverson’s words were a magical salve, thrumming her pussy while coaxing her sphincter to relax. Her muscles let go and he slid inside her, both of them crying out together. Overwhelming pleasure made her woozy. She was hot, filled with

two awe-inspiring pricks, both aiming to send her mind on a joy ride to galaxies unknown. Together they moved with precision, alternating their thrusts, filling her, leaving her, providing one hole with pleasure while taking away from the other.

Between them Keira felt breathless, wanted, and desired. Just hearing their groans of satisfaction caused her cream to dribble down Darroch’s rigid prick.

“I’m in heaven,” Theron said and groaned in her ear. “Baby, you’re simply amazing.”

Keira squeezed her eyes shut, overwhelmed with emotion. She didn’t need any more emotional entanglements, and fought to keep control. “Harder!” she demanded, racing to the summit, desperately craving another release.

Iverson complied, thrusting harder while squeezing her ass tight. “Fuck!”

Their moans heightened in volume and timing. Darroch pumped harder, grunting, sweat trickling down his temples.

“Yes! Oh, fucking hell, yes!” Darroch yelled and Keira felt his cock twitch and let go, filling her, and setting her off as well.

Her body shook, mind dazed with a buzz like she was drunk. She panted, laying her head on Darroch’s shoulder when Iverson cried out and held her tight, filling her neither hole as well. All Keira could do was enjoy the high. Her body was

limp, muscles lax and unresponsive. Warm breaths rasped at her skin, quick and unsteady. She closed her eyes and for a brief moment wondered how forever might be with them.

CHAPTER 6

The week had dragged by at a rate Theron was sure he had aged. He had been on his best behavior, doing as Kell asked, and not pushing their soon-to-be wife. Since Monday, the three of them had escaped to her office on a couple of occasions, lust driven, and ending with sex so hot he was left wanting more.

Tonight, Kell planned to take Keira out to dinner, trying to win her heart. So far the sex was winning. No words needed to be exchanged between the three of them. Kell was a special sort of stupid as far as Theron was concerned. Marry now, find love later was Theron’s thinking. But no, Kell insisted they woo her and show her they’d be all she’d ever need. The problem with Kell’s plan was the fact there were plenty of men eligible to claim her, and would if they got the opportunity. All they needed to do was place a unity collar around her neck and game fucking over for him and Kell.

Just the thought that some other man might have the opportunity to touch Keira had Theron’s territorial side rearing its ugly head. Two men eyed her more than once and it took all the self-control he could muster to not retaliate. If only Kell would drop the knight routine and claim Keira, this would all be over with, Theron thought as he dressed.

In years past, Theron had caused exponential trouble for himself and Kell, and that was the only thing holding him back. He cared for Kell like a brother, and after all his past disappointments, Theron didn’t want to add more to list, or risk losing Keira in the process.

“Ready?” Kell asked, grinning like a young boy.

“You realize you look like an idiot when you smile like that?” Theron asked.

“I don’t care. We’re taking Keira out to dinner.” Kell looked at the time on his comm. “We better get going. Can’t be late.”

“You realize,” Theron said as he followed Kell down the hall toward the front door, “she could already be ours, here, with us.”

Kell stopped and turned. He leveled a glare and closed his eyes for a moment. “I know, Theron, but we’ve been through this. We’re building our future.” Kell sighed and stared back at him. “I would like nothing better than to wake up with her between us, but for once in our lives, we have actually found a woman we can both love. I need not remind you how rare that has been.”

Theron thought back to their past, ing women they had bedded. There had been no affection, no yearning that was unanimous between them. Keira had been the only one to capture both their minds, and amaze them with sex so hot they both itted to replaying it in their heads the next day. She was complex, beautiful, stubborn as hell, sexy as hell, too, and for those very reasons, Theron was pushing his patience to an all-time high.

“I know, man. I just worry,” Theron itted as they exited their apartment.

“No need to worry. Keira feels as strongly for us as we do her. Where the heart is, the mind will surely follow.” Kell sounded so sure of himself.

“Let’s just hope that happens before some other dickhead steps in and claims her.”

“You and I both know she has been using her father to keep wayward men away. Just chill and enjoy the relationship we have.”

Once at Triumph Station, Theron and Kell were seated and anxiously checking the time. Worry had settled in Theron’s gut and he couldn’t shake it. Finally, they had found a woman that consumed their every thought, every hour of the day. A catch like Keira was a once in a lifetime, especially for him. He wasn’t raised with much. In fact, Theron came from a poverty stricken area of a city he cared not to name. There was always enough food, but not much more in his household.

At an early age, Theron was taken in by the NWO and trained. If not for his advanced understanding of mathematics or his health, he might have been left behind to just struggle through life earning meager wages. He was transformed from a gangly, tall young teen into a thick, battle-ready soldier. His modifications and his desire to overcome where he came from landed him in flight training, a dream come true for him. Kell had been with him every step of the way, a constant companion and er.

It had been two years, one hundred sixty-four days, ten hours, and thirteen minutes ago Theron’s life took a new direction. He knew. He was keeping count. No greater honor had been bestowed than being able to choose a wife by way of his GMI Incentive status. This explained his nagging feelings, and his push to claim the one he had his heart set on.

Sure, there had been times he'd pulled a stunt or two, trying to capture the attention of women, those he believed he wanted. But, in truth as he thought back, those stunts were caused from lust and nothing more. To him, being able to take a wife of his choosing was a lottery win. Anyone with bankroll would rush out to spend it. Too bad he never wanted just a wife. Even with his status, he

wasn’t so foolish to act on his first desire. No, a potential wife had to be suitable for Kell as well.

“Oh, my. She’s breathtaking,” Kell whispered and stood up.

Theron glanced around and caught Keira walking their direction, dressed in a bright lime green dress that left little to the imagination. The silken fabric caught the light and shimmered, dazzling his eyes as well as his libido when he noted how short the hem really was. Long, tan legs moved with grace. Her feet were clad in strappy silver heels that only made her legs appear longer and leaner. He worked his way up, eyes blinking, heart racing, and dick coming to life as he did so. The top of the dress draped in a long V between her breasts, barely covering them. Theron glanced around, catching wandering eyes, and glared in response. His soon-to-be wife didn’t need to .

“Wow, you look fantastic,” Kell said and leaned over to kiss her cheek. He took her hand and kissed it as well. He stared, eyes filled with what Theron could sum up as wild anticipation.

Keira smiled. It was a genuine smile and Theron noticed her blush. For a woman in her position, he didn’t believe such a reaction was possible, but she kept surprising him. “You two look especially handsome. I haven’t had the opportunity to see you out of uniform,” she said and then giggled. “I mean, I haven’t seen you wear anything besides your uniform.”

Kell pulled out her chair, placing her between them. A couple of men a few tables away continued to stare. Theron flipped them off while Keira wasn’t looking and took his seat. He leaned over close to her ear and whispered, “Gorgeous.”

Keira hummed and he noticed her eyes close as if hanging on his words when he pulled away. Damn, she had him, and didn’t realize how far he’d go for her. All she would have to do is just give an order and he’d be on his feet, no matter what he faced. His attitude and personality said otherwise, but now, Theron had become a messed-up mass of nerves and lust.

“So,” Keira said and glanced around. “I guess the NWO pays you better than most.”

Kell grinned and offered her a wink. “Well, I wouldn’t want to brag.”

Keira laughed and her eyes twinkled with affection. Maybe this date thing wasn’t such a bad idea, Theron thought. He realized the only times they had been with her was at the NWO base where she was in business mode. Their after-work trysts all started with her barking for them to get their asses to her office. Either their entire squadron was clueless, or truly believed they were major fucking screw ups. Taking liberties, Kell ordered wine, and an expensive one at that. Theron internally groaned, but knew this is what they had been saving for. Well, they had been saving for a place they could share with their partner in life, to be more accurate. But if this wooing paid off like Kell insisted, Theron would consider this as earned interest.

“You know, I’ve never been here,” Keira said and looked around again.

Kell furrowed his brows. “You have never been here? No one has brought you here, not even your father?”

Keira shook her head. “Five kids.” She shrugged her shoulders. “I’ve been out on dates before, but not to a place even close to this.”

“Well, I’m glad we were the ones to share this with you.” Theron clutched her hand on the table. “You deserve so much more.”

Keira blushed again and looked down. Her shoulder-length brown hair swept around her face and hid her eyes. Theron placed his fingers under her chin and forced her to look at him. “I’m being honest. You deserve to be pampered, loved.”

Keira shook her head. “I’ve never considered myself as someone who needs to be pampered. I’m simple, and while I enjoy the finer things in life, the truth is, I don’t need them. I do appreciate you bringing me here, sharing this night with me.”

Theron leaned forward and softly kissed her lips. “Your wish is my command. Just say the word. I’m yours.”

She caressed his cheek and stared deeply into his eyes. No doubt she was comparing the pilot, NWO soldier Theron, to the best-ever boyfriend Theron.

“I’m dead serious,” Theron added and a wide smile stretched across her perfect lips. “You have no idea how desirable you are, do you?”

Keira shook her head slightly and looked away. “All I ever felt like was a

commodity. Deep down, I’m just a soldier.”

Kell wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her cheek. “I can’t imagine what it would be like. And you’re wrong, you’re more than you believe you are.”

Keira sarcastically chuckled. “Well, I wouldn’t recommend trying it.” She inhaled a deep breath and closed her eyes, allowing her head to rest on Kell’s shoulder. “The thought of being claimed by any man because they decided I’d be the best prospect has always bothered me. It’s like shopping and knowing your underwear size. You look at the size on the label and think hey, these will fit. I think I’ll get these. That’s what it's like for me now. Men must think, wow, she’s pretty and her father is the CO of the Southwest Hemisphere, all the possibilities for advancement.”

“So, you don’t believe men could want you for any other reason?” Theron asked. “Because to be honest, I don’t give a flying fuck about your father’s position. I just want you.”

Keira opened her eyes and stared at him with interest. “You can’t say the thought of being with me and my father’s position hasn’t crossed your mind.”

“No,” Kell said. “Never. We love your spunk, your fire. We love your strength and ire you for all your accomplishments. Your father is nothing more than the CO, and I have no aspirations to do anything else but be a pilot.”

“Either you two are fabulous liars, or the most amazing men I’ve ever met.”

“I’d go with your second thought. There is about a ninety-eight percent probability that yes, I am the catch of the century,” Theron said and chuckled when Keira laughed out loud.

“Conceited, too. Huh, I’d forgotten I said that.”

“No worries,” Theron replied and adjusted the cuffs of his shirt. “It’s hard to pack all this awesomeness into one body and not be.”

“I think Keira was correct when she called you clown boy,” Kell added and snorted.

“Haters gonna hate,” Theron teased and became serious. “I may be a clown boy, a conceited prick, but inside, I’m just a man hoping to earn the affection of you.”

Keira kissed him quickly, catching him by surprise. They fell into a sensual kiss that left them both softly moaning. When she broke away, Theron groaned from the loss.

“There is a one hundred percent probability you’ll be coming home with me tonight.”

“Hey, what about me?” Kell whispered in her ear. “I think we both know three is more fun.”

Keira hummed and turned her head so she could kiss him as well. “Mind blowing fun.”

Mid kiss, the waiter interrupted. “May I take your order? Or will you need a moment?”

Theron needed a moment all right. He needed to adjust his cock that wouldn’t behave. Being around Keira was an aphrodisiac for him. Stupid shit came out of his mouth and he always sported an inappropriate hard-on when she was near. May the gods help him if they failed in their quest. He knew he’d never be the same again.

****

Dinner would have been more enjoyable had Keira not received a call from Thorn before she left her apartment. When her father said he’d be choosing her husband, he never mentioned how. Being a soft hearted man, Thorn told her in confidence of their father’s plan so the news wouldn’t completely catch her by surprise. Not shocked, but damn sure pissed off, Keira was able to fight the tears away. Her father would be taking applications, under the table, so to speak, for the right to marry her.

Thorn had also shared that the NWO wasn’t exactly happy with their father for choosing his daughter’s husband, but given her history and reluctance to marry, they were looking the other direction in this case. So, Keira was basically up for auction, and that was the downright truth of it all. Her father would sit and review candidates' applications and definitely look in personnel records as well. All of it made her sick, making dinner quite a chore to complete.

The only aspect keeping Keira’s outlook upbeat was the two men escorting her out of Triumph Station. They were sincere, honest, and slowly growing on her. She couldn’t jump straight to love, but felt excited and all out of sorts when they were near. Dinner tonight at the most expensive restaurant in the city was unexpected, but not unwelcome. Add in the exotic flowers they itted they had sent, and her heart was softening, at least to a degree or two.

No men had paid her much attention outside of the bedroom before. Not really anyway. To them, she was just a pretty face, and the best place to take her was to bed. She used that type of mentality to gain what she needed, and that was sex, and only sex. Any man who thought so little of her would never earn her trust or love.

Outside, the city had come to life with a wild array of lights in various colors and intensities. The city center had transformed from rubble and ruin to a growing metropolis in the last twenty years. Keira could still recall the sounds of dozers working to make room for the city’s rebirth. She was a small girl at the time, but her memories were still vivid to this day. Her father Sloan had brought her to the very area she was now walking in with Kell and Theron. He had said, “One day, honey, Triumph will be grand. All the destruction of the past will be gone. Skyscrapers will rise on these corners. New roads will be built, better than ever before.” He waved his hand through the dust-filled air. “And there will be trees, beautiful trees, and flowers, lots of them. this moment, Keira. You will be just as much a part of building this new world as I am.”

Although that moment had happened some twenty years previously, Keira could recall every detail, and recite her father’s words. It was then that she knew she wanted to be a soldier. She wanted to see the grand vision her father described come to life. More than the infrastructure, though, Keira desired with all her heart to see each and every shanty town rebuilt with decent and safe homes for the people. As a child she witnessed many struggle to survive with the barest of necessities, dwelling in places not fit for rats. Children played on top of piles of

rock and debris, faces dirty because they couldn’t escape the dust hanging like a cloud in the air. She also witnessed the most heart-wrenching sight of all, and that was people born with defects from the nuclear fallout. She shuddered at the memories, recalling the deep burning in her gut even then to make a difference.

With her other father, Cassian, a doctor for the NWO, Keira insisted on traveling with him to villages when he’d allow her to. Sure a child would be in the way, Cassian was surprised by her behavior and her willingness to learn, even at her young age. She came away from those trips filled with pride, knowing that the medical care given to those in need would not only help those affected at the time, but for generations to come. It was no wonder she had become so committed to the cause. Behind her sarcasm and her tough exterior lay a soul hell bent on making a change for the better. Cassian had once told her, “There is no position too small to make a difference. Just imagine what the world would be like if everyone gave just a little.” That statement had stayed in her mind, and it was one she recited almost daily, especially during the roughest of times, and now more than ever.

“She is either still stunned or not enjoying our company,” Theron said, interrupting her thoughts.

“No.” She shook her head. “Sorry, I guess I got to thinking about the past, mostly about how much everything has changed,” and motioned to everything around them.

“You grew up here, didn’t you?” Kell asked.

“Uh huh. Well, I was actually born in Vida, but we moved here when I was very young.”

“For the NWO?” Theron asked.

“Yeah, my father Sloan earned his second star as a general and was asked to become the commanding officer for the base. I don’t much about life in Vida, but I do seeing each and every one of the buildings rise high into the sky.” She wiped a tear and smiled. “A lot has happened in all these years.”

Kell glanced around and nodded with understanding. “I can see what makes you tick.” He turned to smile at her. “And you continue to amaze me.”

“Wow, I believe that is the most sincere compliment I’ve ever heard, and also the best,” she said and squeezed his hand. “If we all give just a little, imagine what all we can accomplish for future generations.”

Kell nodded after allowing her statement to soak in for a moment. “The best has yet to come. We will be beside you and do our part as well.”

Keira smiled at that and felt her heart flutter with a new vigor.

CHAPTER 7

Kell had spent the most amazing weekend with Keira and Theron. They had taken a long walk through the city’s central square park, lazily enjoying the warm sunshine, and the simple joy of holding hands. The oasis was surrounded by skyscrapers and the buzz of a growing city. Exotic plants and trees abounded, giving color to the long stretch of steel and the modern world they were living in. The park even had a no-fly zone protecting it, allowing visitors peace and tranquility.

After a light lunch on Saturday, the three of them headed back to Keira’s apartment, ordered take out for dinner, and spent a night nestled in a heap of blankets while gazing out onto a city that never seemed to sleep. Kell felt more content holding Keira with Theron than he’d ever felt in his life. Something about the three of them just made sense. It was magical, erotic, and more perfect than he could have ever imagined finding a wife would be. On a couple of occasions he almost professed his love for her, but held back. The last thing he wanted to do was scare her away, and itting he loved her might very well close the deal at this point.

But Kell did. Somewhere, at some time, Keira had captured his heart and he was hopelessly in love with her. His patience, along with Theron’s, was slowly withering away. Kell didn’t need to know anymore. Keira had him, heart, body, and soul.

“So, Mr. Romance-her-socks-off, what’s your big plan now?” Theron asked as they walked toward the flight deck at the start of a new week.

Kell was without words or new ideas. He knew what he wanted and Theron did as well, but Keira had become the wildcard in the game. Pushing was a bad idea given how far they had come. He had never actually tried to woo a woman beyond the bedroom, making his next step more crucial than the first.

“I don’t have a damn clue,” Kell itted and noticed all eyes were upon them when they ed their unit.

“You ever get the feeling you’re being watched?” Theron asked and peered over at Kell.

Kell furrowed his brows as coughs and eyes instantly averting made him suspicious. “Something is up?”

“Ya think?” Theron asked sarcastically and eyeballed a pilot in the position next to him as he took his place. “What’s up, man?”

The pilot smirked and rocked back and forth on his heels, obviously proud of information he had that they didn’t. He didn’t bother to respond with words; his cocky attitude said it all, and likely, it wasn’t good news.

“Okay, fuckers, I give,” Theron announced and a handful turned to look at him.

A couple of chuckles echoed off the steel enclosure of the flight deck as amusement spread.

“Who cares to take a trip to Hurtville?” Theron asked and began to ready up for a fight.

Catina turned all the way around and laughed out loud. “You two didn’t listen to a word I said.” She paused to shake her head. “I suppose there’s no fixing stupid.”

Kell glanced over at Theron and could tell his anger was rising.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Theron replied.

She lowered her voice and stepped closer. “I told you two dumb shits that Keira was bad news.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Kell had the urge to smack the stupid look off her face, but wouldn’t dare.

“It’s no secret that the two of you have been wining and dining the princess, but what you don’t know is the fact you don’t have a chance in hell of claiming her.”

Theron growled and advanced until he was toe to toe with Catina. Kell grabbed his arm and pulled him back. “Step off, Theron. We both know she doesn’t like Keira. It’s well within her right to not like anyone she chooses. We just want whatever information she has.”

Catina grinned and appraised them for a moment. “Such waste.”

“Get on with it, will ya?” Theron asked and crossed his arms across his chest, a

restraining his emotions technique.

“This is the best news I’ve had in years, seriously,” Catina joked and her eyes were lit with amusement. “Princess Keira will have her husband chosen by her father. It’s supposed to be hush, hush, but good news gets around fast.”

“What in the hell are you talking about? Her father is planning to choose her husband? When?” Theron asked in rapid succession.

“Soon, so I’d get my application in,” Catina said and snickered. “Like you have a chance in hell, but hey, go for it.”

“We have to apply for the right to claim her? We can claim her whenever we choose,” Theron said in a low whisper. “I don’t need to apply to execute my rights.”

“Tell that to the CO. I’m sure he’ll see things your way,” Catina said and rolled her eyes. “Get ready, because we all know who the princess will be given to.”

Kell felt a burn in his gut and anger spread out like a disease. “And who the fuck would that be? I thought you said he was taking applications?”

“Oh, he’s taking applications all right, but that’s nothing more than a ruse. His tactical security specialist Morgan Whitby and his partner Gymon Evans, the CO’s right-hand man, have been chasing Keira for years. It doesn’t take a modified rocket scientist to figure that shit out.”

Theron jerked Kell back. “The fuck they will have her. Over my dead, lifeless damn body!”

“Shut up, Theron. We don’t know all the facts, and we also have listening ears, so simmer down,” Kell said and wanted to pitch a fit as well. He was with Theron: over his cold, dead, body.

It was obvious the three of them weren’t as coy as they thought. There would always be someone wanting to know the business of another, whether they needed to know or not. That was the reason Kell at times hated his position with the NWO, and the only reason. Any base, no matter where it was located, was nothing more than a boiling pot of rumors and secrets. People just couldn’t leave well enough alone. There were always multiple stirrers of a pot.

“Good luck, by the way,” Brumbeck finally chirped in with a shit eating grin on his face.

“I’m going to hit him, Kell. I’m going to rearrange his face so badly his mother will cry,” Theron said with a snarl and turned to face Brumbeck.

“Oh, no you’re not,” Kell grabbed Theron around the chest and pulled him back. “Don’t let them get to ya. You and I know half of what’s said is bullshit. Calm down and don’t give the CO any reason to hate us. Our records are bad enough already.”

“Morgan Whitby is that smug fuck we met when we first arrived, isn’t he?”

Theron asked in a whisper.

“Yes, and it seems he is a very trusted man of the CO. We have our work cut out for us, but Keira will be ours. Trust me.” Kell hoped no one heard him. Catina was more than likely using her modified hearing. How he was really beginning to dislike her.

“Lieutenant on deck!” someone shouted and everyone immediately went to attention.

Kell stared at Keira as she walked in. She had an emotionless expression on her face, her normal look thus far when on base.

“At ease,” she said in a stern tone, oblivious to the eyes staring at her with interest. Did she know the information had spread so far? Was she the least bit pissed off about it? And how long had she known?

What Kell loved most about Keira was also the most troubling for him. Her strength and determination hid any emotion she had when in uniform. It was almost like she became another person, tucking the real Keira away while on duty. She just became a soldier, a lieutenant, and nothing more. Only a few brief instances had she allowed anyone to see the real person she locked inside. Those times were while up in the sky, far away from the base, where her ion for her duty was loud and clear.

“An uprising in Borderline occurred early this morning. Another shipment of medical supplies was unable to be delivered. The patriots intercepted the convoy and brief skirmish ensued. By s, no NWO soldiers were lost, but we have

three wounded. They are now safe in an NWO hospital, but the mission was a total loss,” Keira said in an official tone.

Whatever amusement was held by those of the squadron suddenly evaporated. Kell noticed an instant change in attitude, reminding him of what he loved most about the NWO. They were a never-say-die sort of breed, and took care of each other when the need arose.

Morgan and Thorn entered and the unit saluted, all at attention. Keira turned and announced their arrival. “Alvarado and Whitby will be briefing you. I will send transcripts and assignments to your comms. Given the nature of this hop, the upmost secrecy is expected,” Keira said and glanced at the faces of those under her command. “That’s an order, not a suggestion.”

Kell knew at that moment Keira was well aware of the rumors floating around, and yes, she was furious. Now, all Kell wanted to know was when she had found out. Surely she wouldn’t hide information like that from them. Or would she?

Morgan began to talk and Theron ground his teeth together. The sound was soft, but Kell caught it loud and clear. Keira stepped back and began tapping on her comm. In an instant, Kell’s unit flashed, along with Theron’s.

Kell swiped his finger over the display.

I know you’ve heard the rumors. Yes, they are true. When you get back to base, I’d very much like it if you two would make your application. For now, be safe out there.

Theron glanced over at Kell. No words were needed to understand the fury that was welling inside of him. Kell was confused and overwhelmed maybe. He was having a hard time deciding which. How long had she known? And why in the hell wouldn’t she stand up for herself and choose her husbands? Was the possibility of someone better in her mind? Did any of the time they had spent together meant a damn to her?

By looking at her solemn expression, Kell couldn’t gain any insight. A stone cold appearance was all she showed. He was ready for it, and knew Theron would blast off once in the sky. They should have just claimed her, but now he wondered if the path they’d taken hadn’t been the best after all. He sought a woman that would love him, cherish him, and by all means, be honest with him. So far, he wasn’t sure if Keira could deliver one of the small requirements he had.

“Blah, blah, blah,” Theron said in barely a whisper. “Send us our orders so we can get to fucking work.”

“Shhh.” Kell felt the irritation as well. He stared at Morgan, noticing how the man periodically glanced over at Keira. If half of the rumors were true, they were fucked.

After the briefing, Kell and Theron climbed into their jet, Theron bitching every step of the way. “Damn, I didn’t think that fucker would ever shut up.”

Kell ignored Theron and slid into his seat. His day hadn’t even really started and he was exhausted. Mentally, he was drained. Emotionally, he was a wreck.

“And another thing, what was with that message? I would like it if you made application? Are you fucking kidding me? How about, I want you, claim me, I’m yours. Better yet, how about we just claim her and put an end to this bullshit?” Theron asked and smacked the side of the jet.

“My guess is that it isn’t that easy. I suspect more is going on than the tidbits we’re hearing,” Kell said and climbed in. “Let’s get to work.”

****

Out of all the difficult positions Keira had been put into, this by far was the toughest. Two men had come into her life and changed her way of thinking and touched her heart. Whenever she thought of them her heart skipped a beat. She couldn’t wait for a day to end so she could spend time with them.

The weekend she had spent with Kell and Theron was explosive with chemistry, soft and touching, hot and erotic. Just recalling it now made her stomach feel like jelly, like she felt when she pulled an abrupt one-eighty in her Orion. At first, there’s a strong pull before a weightless feeling takes over, leaving one with a wide smile, giggling from the rush. But that feeling was quickly fleeing. She had known of her father’s plan the entire time the three of them had been together. She wasn’t trying to hide it from them, or be dishonest. For once, she wanted to experience what it was like to be courted. If she had divulged the information, all the fun would have never happened. Make no mistake, Theron and Kell would have claimed her, which would be a dream come true, but she worried about all they’d miss.

Early that morning, Keira had stopped by her father’s office to tell him she had

chosen the men she wanted to marry. She replayed the event, still simmering with anger now as she slid down into the seat of her jet.

“Father, good news. I met them, the men I want. We have had the most amazing time,” Keira had said, bubbling over with happiness.

Her father glanced up from his paperwork and frowned. “I fear that news is a little too late, honey. The agreement I made with the commission states I will choose for you, and I’m to pick the best candidate based on service.”

Keira had stopped breathing for a moment. “That isn’t fair.”

“What isn’t fair is the fact I’ve been put in this position to begin with,” he roared and she shrank back from him.

“I’ll just tell them to claim me. End of story. The law—”

Her father hushed her with his hand. “Don’t tell me what the law states. I’m damn well aware of what it says. I’m also tired of this whole matter. Now, I told you before I’d pick a suitable man, and I will. Once I do, the commission expects to see that I have held my end of the agreement.”

“Does it matter if I may love the men in question?” she had asked and hoped he realized how sincere she was being.

He laughed. “In a couple of weeks? Doubtful.”

“It’s true. Don’t you see? I found the men I want!”

“Enough, Keira. You’re already on thin ice with the NWO as it is. If you want to retain your rank and position, I expect you to act accordingly, and take the orders like a soldier.”

Her father’s last statement was like a knife to the gut. “Take the orders like a soldier,” he had said.

She was a soldier, and a damn good one too, but the thought of being paired into a loveless relationship made her sick. There were a couple of options for her, none with a rainbow and happiness though.

As she clicked her harness, Keira considered leaving the NWO and taking refuge at her oasis. The only problem was she’d be leaving without the two men she knew she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. Secondly, she’d be leaving her family, and worse, making a complete fool out of her father. Even if she asked Theron and Kell to claim her, her father would be pissed, and he’d be made a mockery of in the ranks. If a CO couldn’t control his own daughter, well, it was easy to see where that line of thinking would go. Last but not least, the most troubling of all, was the fact she was, as her father said, “skating on thin ice with the NWO.” That part bothered her because she loved her position, loved being a pilot. It was all she had ever known or wanted. Going against direct orders would ensure her ultimate downfall.

Keira needed to be in the sky where she could mull over the options and

repercussions with a clear head. Not being able to fly Orion, her jet, her baby, would destroy her. She would never be the same again.

Lifting off, Keira felt her troubles diminish, and with good reason. She had a job to do. She took to the sky, leaving the Triumph base behind. According to the orders issued, the squadron was to sweep the wastelands under the cover of camouflage. Normally they didn’t need to; their presence was more a show of power to some, and protection for others. Also, the patriots weren’t great with their aim, lacking the technology needed to seek out aircraft. So far, they hadn’t fired upon any jets. They just attacked convoys of good will.

After engaging the system, Keira became invisible to the eye. Their jets were quiet and only noticed by people on the ground when they were already some fifty miles away when the sound caught up. They could be in and out before anyone could hear them. The thought made her smile. Damn, she really loved her job.

So far all was quiet. Reports via her tactical glasses from her squadron said the same. It would seem the patriots were the night type, too cowardly to work during the day. Figures, she thought, sort of hoping she could have used at least one of her weapons on them. She relaxed a little and surveyed the ground below, getting updates on the map periodically.

“Warning, warning.”

Keira felt her body jerk with awareness, seeking the source engaging her. A heat radiation image flashed on the display in her glasses, pinpointing a location some forty miles away.

“Engage weapons. Possible enemy fire,” Keira warned over the radio, sending the order to all in the sky.

This was weird. Normally when she was engaged by patriots she was nearly on top of them, or within a five-mile radius. Then she ed her father’s statement about them, saying they were getting smarter, or something like that. But this? No, they didn’t have the technology. Not some forty miles away.

“Damn,” Keira mumbled. Something wasn’t right.

“Lieutenant, possible enemy fire!” Buckner shouted, giving his coordinates.

Oh. Shit.

“Keira, talk to us,” Kell said in direct conversation.

“I don’t know. This is, well, this is bad.”

“The target that pinged our system is twenty miles away,” Theron said. “Fucking unbelievable!”

“Do you think the patriots have the weapons capable of such? Or, do you think they have acquired the technology to make it seem so?” Kell asked.

There was something Keira hadn’t considered. It was possible, but she wouldn’t let her guard down in order to find out. “Possibly, but stay vigilant. So far no reports of fire. This may be a show the patriots have put on to scare us. Then again, they may have acquired the necessary weapons.”

“Fuckers,” Theron said, irritation in his tone.

“Thorn, heat source detection system flagged possible targets. Multiple pilots are currently engaged,” Keira reported to the base.

“What in the hell is going on? Any direct fire?” Thorn asked.

“Negative,” Keira replied and pulled a three-sixty in order to fly around her coordinates again. "Multiple pings from various locations. All systems recorded locations.”

“Fuck!” Thorn grumbled with uncertainty.

“Please advise,” Keira prompted.

“It could be actual weapon systems or elaborate computers,” Thorn said. “Fuck!”

“I know, I know,” Keira replied, feeling the palms of her hands get sweaty.

“Use heat source detection systems and if the targets are in unpopulated areas, clear them off the map.”

Keira swallowed hard. “What about the locations in populated areas?”

“Send them a fucking warning,” Thorn ordered, sounding stern and in control.

Shit just got real. Keira cleared her throat. “Report, those of you currently engaged.”

“Zell. Engaged.”

“Engaged. Jackson.”

“Engaged. Hughes.”

“Engaged. Walters.”

“Engaged,” Kell replied.

More reports kept coming at a dizzying rate.

Keira summoned the courage to order what needed to be done. She hated that it had come to this. She wasn’t one who wished to hurt anyone and longed for peace and nothing more. She could understand the side of the patriots, up in arms, not wanting to be ruled, told what to do, or be governed. But… it was what was best for all.

She closed her eyes momentarily, realizing she was guilty of fighting against the laws, nothing more than a patriot herself. It hurt, it sucked, but all had to follow the laws in order to create a new world, a better world. It was then Keira gave up on the idea of running away, not that she would have done so, but the fantasy was still there.

“Remove targets in sparsely populated areas. Choose weapons accordingly. In highly populated areas, send them a stern warning,” Keira ordered.

Communications went silent. No doubt each were thinking of the devastation they’d be leaving behind in areas they had witnessed rebuilding efforts in. Keira herself was not looking forward to completing the mission and argued in her head that this is what the patriots wanted.

Wait. This is what they wanted!

“Thorn!” Keira shouted.

“Copy,” Thorn quickly replied.

“This is what they want!” she shouted. “They want us to fire. They want to show those in the hemisphere what we are capable of. Don’t you see? This is a ploy to turn the citizens against us!”

Keira waited. “Thorn?”

“Oh, hell.” Thorn replied. “Hold your positions.”

Keira felt relief, extreme relief. “Stand down, but hold your positions,” she ordered to her squadron.

Yes, Keira was sure the patriots had created an elaborate ploy to gain followers. The NWO couldn’t give in to them, or give them what they desired the most. She had watched the Southwest Hemisphere grow and change since she was a child. They all had growing pains, a new government not easy to trust, even after the few decades it had been in control, but it was desperately needed.

“Unknown fire at Borderline,” Buckner shouted.

“Warning, warning.”

A familiar voice cut over the radio, bying Keira, airing to every pilot. “Follow the orders given. Fire upon targets.”

No!

A small tear trickled over Keira’s cheek. Not only had her position been compromised, but more importantly, a lot of people were going to die.

“Target eliminated,” Buckner reported.

“Target eliminated,” Hughes reported.

“Target eliminated,” Kell reported.

In the distance, Keira could see small puffs of smoke rising into the air. In the background, her warning system continued to advise her. She banked hard to the left, her target highlighted on the map. It was a place inside Vida, the growing city she loved, yearned to live in again someday. She wiped a tear that streamed down her cheek, and choked on the spit pooling in her throat. In her heart, she knew that underneath this whole mess was only a few. The patriots had planned an elaborate hoax, but no matter what how she felt, or what she said, or even how hard she argued her point, the directive had been given by Morgan, and he was stubborn enough to believe he was right.

“You’re already on thin ice with the NWO.”

“How can the NWO enforce laws upon the people if they themselves cannot follow the laws?”

Watery snot crept from Keira’s nose as the tears kept coming. How she really hated crying. Wiping away the nuisance, Keira tried to shake off the voices in her head. Engaging her short range lasers, she locked onto the target positioned in the city center of Vida. Her fingers trembled on the button, sure the location was nothing more than a satellite location, a ruse. Five bodies were detected near the location, and she hoped upon hope they were either evil people who deserved to die, or could run like the wind.

“Follow orders,” she said and depressed the button, sending a bright blue laser toward her target.

Debris and fire spread out, pieces flying in all directions. Keira pulled up hard, soaring toward the sun with her eyes closed, trying to get rid of the image. Her setting was twenty percent, gauged by the size of the location. She didn’t want to destroy anything more than need be, or hurt, and most definitely not kill more than necessary.

This was wrong.

Keira felt it, knew it.

“Target eliminated.” Walters cut through, disturbing her thoughts.

“Target eliminated.” Came another report.

“Keira,” Kell called.

She was stunned, still rising high in the sky.

“Keira!” Kell shouted, his voice louder this time.

“Warning, warning.”

Opening her eyes, Keira felt panic race through her body. She was approaching a dangerously high altitude.

“Warning, warning.”

“Keira!”

“I’m here,” she replied, averting her ascent, rolling back and falling toward Earth, thrusters disengaged.

“Are you okay?” Kell asked.

Keira shook her head, not that he could see her. “I’m fine.”

“Don’t lie to me, to us,” Kell said in a tone that made chills run down her spine.

She sobered and took a deep breath. “I’ll be okay, really.”

“She’s lying,” Theron said, not realizing his voice was transmitting.

“I’m not trying to lie or deceive,” she interrupted. “Honest. I just—”

“Return to base,” Morgan ordered, cutting Keira off mid-sentence.

“Yeah, return to base, said the douchebag,” Theron quipped over the radio, thankfully only on the two-way communication system.

Keira might laugh at Theron’s antics any other time, but not today, not now. She engaged her thrusters, immediately hitting supersonic speed. Anger welled in her gut. She was trembling, overwhelmed with emotion on many different levels. When she reached the base, her mission was to find, and wishfully destroy Morgan.

“She’s being really quiet,” Theron said to Kell, more than likely knowing he was airing his words to her as well.

“Keira, seriously, are you all right?” Kell asked.

“No, not really. I just fired upon Vida.” She noticed her voice squeaked. She was

so not okay.

“You were following orders,” Kell continued. He was trying to help, but it wasn’t working.

“I know, but it wasn’t right to do so,” she replied, now approaching the base.

“Relax. I know you hated to do so, but don’t go in angry.”

Keira snorted. “I’ll go in as mad as I fucking want to!”

“Mayday, mayday, Kell,” Theron added, just trying to lighten the mood she knew, but not helping.

Keira landed, her jet powering down as it eased across the tarmac to her parking position. The hatch opened, vacuum hissing when it lifted up. She yanked off her helmet and tactical glasses, tossing them to her seat after she released her harness.

After climbing down, Keira straightened her posture and took long strides as she headed to the corridor leading inside the base.

All the way down the long hallway people tried to high-five her, offer congratulations, but she ignored them. Cheers abounded, all fueled by misinformation. Those whooping and hollering believed the pilots had hit actual

patriot targets. What they didn’t know was the possibility they didn’t get one of them.

Keira byed a formal knock and waved her hand, opening Morgan’s door. The security system announced her arrival in an annoying tone, “Keira Alvarado entering.”

Morgan sat behind his desk, all smug, smiling like they’d won the battle. “Congratulations on taking the patriot targets out.”

“Fuck you,” she replied and stepped up to the front of his desk. “You and I both know the mission was bullshit.”

Morgan furrowed his brows, his smile fading to a frown. “No, you’re wrong. This was a victory.”

“No, it was a fucking hoax,” she barked and felt her entire body tremble.

Morgan rose, his nose flaring with irritation. “The intel speaks for itself. We fired upon patriots actively engaging with weapons.”

“Pfft. They don’t have that much tech.”

“And how would you know, Keira? Buckner was fired upon.” Morgan pointed out.

“By what? A fucking marshmallow gun?”

Morgan glared. “If you had been listening a week ago, you would have heard me warning about the patriots using old technology to build weapons.”

“Oh, I was listening, and don’t doubt it a bit, but today, huh.” She stopped and sighed. “Today was nothing more than a ruse the patriots are using in hopes of gaining a following.”

“And how would you know, Keira? Do you hang out with patriots? Have dinner with them?”

“You’re a real asshole, Morgan. No, I don’t know any patriots, but it doesn’t take a fucking genius to figure this shit out.”

Morgan balled his fingers into a fist and released them, a growl escaping his lips. “I certainly hope you learn to discipline your tongue. After all, soon you will be my wife, and I would expect better of you.”

Keira felt her blood absolutely boil. “Like hell I will.”

He smiled, all smug and confident. “The job comes with perks.”

“I’d rather scratch out a living in the wastelands than be your damn wife.”

Morgan slammed his fist down on his desk. “Be careful, it could happen!”

“I wish a black hole would suck your sorry ass in,” Keira replied and turned to leave when Morgan rushed around the desk and caught her at the door.

Slamming her against the wall, Morgan grinned. It was an evil sort of grin, the type that expresses more than words could ever say. “You will be ours. It’s just a matter of time. I suggest you get control of that mouth of yours.”

Keira’s knee bolted up, effectively hitting Morgan where he deserved it the most. He squeaked, letting go of her, and bent over at the waist.

“You will be punished for that.”

“No, I won’t,” Keira replied and waved her hand for the door to open.

Tears began to well in her eyes again as anger radiated outward. Damn, she really hated this crying shit. It had much more to do with anger than a damsel in distress thing, but she realized, she was a damsel in distress, and desperately needed rescued.

CHAPTER 8

“This is bullshit!” Theron whispered in Kell’s ear while he was trying to fill out the application to claim Keira. One man’s decision could forever alter his life and Theron’s as well.

“Theron, we have to play by the rules given,” Kell replied, jotting down their names and rank.

“By law we can just claim her. We have GMI Incentive status.”

“Shhhhh!” Kell stood up with the application in hand and paced for a moment, wondering if there was anything he could say or do to give the CO more reason to consider them. “Like I said before, don’t give the CO more reason to hate us.”

Theron crossed his arms over his chest, nose flaring open wide, and tapped one foot on the floor. “We could claim her, she’d be ours.”

“And at what cost, Theron?” Kell asked. “Our position with the NWO? I don’t know about you, but I dare guess what our other prospects would be. We are soldiers, pilots. Nothing more.”

“I’m going to hurt someone. It’s gonna happen. Just warning you,” Theron said, glaring as did, looking around for a place to unleash his anger.

“Chill, man. This is going to go our way.” Kell tried to reassure him, uneasy and doubtful himself.

“We need to see her. I need to talk to her. Fuck, I need to be inside her!” Theron said.

This was a nightmare. Kell continued to fill out the ridiculous application, seething with intense anger he didn’t dare let Theron know he had. The whole mess was bullshit, and Theron was right: by law they could just claim Keira without express permission.

For now, Kell would do as Keira asked. As soon as he was finished, he planned on talking personally with her and getting to the bottom of it. He hated the feeling he was getting, the one that warned him, told him dishonesty was afoot.

Theron continued to simmer, his mouth pulled into a hard, straight line. The foot tapping was really beginning to get on Kell’s nerves, but he suppressed the desire to say so.

“Okay, I’m done. We’ll turn this in and head over to Keira’s place for a long, long talk.”

Kell dropped by Keira’s office, just in case she was still on base. Not surprisingly, she was gone. He was worried about her, sure the mission had taken a much deeper toll on her than he realized. They arrived at her apartment and he knocked, waited for what felt like an eternity, but was actually seconds before she opened the door.

“Come on in,” Keira said, a tissue in one hand, dressed in relaxed attire, no

doubt crying alone.

“Baby, what’s going on?” Theron asked, immediately grasping her shoulders and forcing her to look at him.

Keira sniffled and rubbed her nose with the tissue. “Everything,” she said and fell against his chest, becoming a woman Kell hardly recognized.

More was going on than she let on. Keira was strong, stronger than most men he knew, and here she was, a tissue in her hand, sobbing against Theron’s chest. Kell moved behind her and wrapped his arms around her stomach. “Tell us.”

She nodded, leaning back from Theron. “The mission today, it was bullshit. Something is going on that I don’t know about, and it’s killing me. I had to fire upon Vida, the most peaceful city in the hemisphere!”

“I’m sorry, Keira. I know how you love the place,” Kell said.

“I do, and the worst part was knowing I hit an empty target. There were people nearby, probably innocents, just out enjoying the day, maybe shopping. Fuck!”

She began to sob again, the inner, weaker Keira taking full control.

“You were under direct orders,” Theron said and held her close.

“I killed people today, probably innocent people!” she replied and shook her head with disgust. “I may have killed the very people I live to serve and help.”

“Stop!” Kell said in a firm tone. “You have to stop now. Those souls, if indeed you killed anyone, are on the person who issued the orders, not you. Keira, you’re an NWO soldier. your training, the reason you are here. We follow orders, period.”

Keira nodded and closed her eyes. “I tried to tell them, but Morgan overrode Thorn’s orders to stand down.”

“Morgan was behind this?” Kell asked. In the heat of the moment he didn’t recall who had given the final command. He just followed orders.

“Yes, and then—” She stopped to sniffle. “I went by his office to tell him what I thought about the mission. Do you know that asshole thinks my father will choose him and Guymon as my husbands?”

“Over my dead body!” Theron roared.

Kell huffed out a breath. Theron needed to calm down. Sometimes the guy was overly irrational, and always led by his emotions. “Theron, cool it. Keira, let’s go sit down and talk this over.”

As they took a position on the couch, Keira sat between them, armed with a

handful of tissues.

Kell reached for her hand and held it between his own. He wet his lips, considering his words and attitude before he spoke. “How long did you know your father’s plans to choose for you?” he asked, not sure he wanted to know the answer.

“A week,” she said, stopping to blow her nose. “He said he’d pick a suitable man. I had no idea he’d even consider Morgan.” She made an aggravated noise and stared blankly ahead. “Of all the fucking men, Morgan of all people.”

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Theron asked, somewhat exasperated, but regarding Keira with comion.

“I don’t know,” she said. “We were having so much fun. I never had two men woo for me, spending time with me other than in the bedroom. My fantasy was coming true.” She offered an amused snort before continuing. “It’s not every day I get to feel like a princess.”

“Your fantasy?” Theron asked.

Keira nodded. “Yeah, stupid I know.” She shook her head and giggled with embarrassment. “You two made me feel special, important. I just wanted to enjoy it while it lasted.”

“Your father won’t consider us, will he?” Kell asked, and felt a burn in the pit of

his stomach.

“I told him this morning that I had found the men I wanted.” She sighed as a tear rolled over her cheek. “Apparently, the higher ranks have caught wind of the situation, and are in on this ridiculous idea.”

“What started all this?” Theron asked, balling his hands into fists.

She exhaled a loud breath. “Five of the crew requested transfers, citing the reason as me and my status.”

“That shouldn’t be their concern,” Kell replied, trying to keep his anger in check.

“I know,” Keira replied, wide eyed, sincere as she spoke. “I’ve argued with my father, but his position may very well be on the line. I have nowhere to run, and nowhere to hide.”

“We’ll just claim you now and put this shit to an end,” Theron said, leaning back to remove his unity collar from his pocket.

“You can’t,” Keira blurted out with worry and stood up, backing away. “It isn’t that easy anymore. I’m damned if I do, and damned if I don’t.”

“Damn it! We have the right!” Theron shouted and held the collar between his fingertips.

“I know,” Keira replied softly and knelt down to kiss him. She stood back up and looked at both of them. “I know where my heart is, but I cannot go against my father’s authority. Believe me, I’ve tried to think of a thousand ways to get out of this, but each will hurt someone, and my heart can’t handle that.”

Kell bounded up from the couch. “So, you’d rather obey and be miserable for the rest of your life rather than standing up for yourself?”

Keira looked wounded. “It isn’t like that. I’m trying to do what is best for everyone.”

“What , Keira?” Theron asked and pointed at himself then Kell. “What if your father doesn’t choose us?”

“He has to,” she said, convinced by her words. “I told him that I want you two, how happy you make me, how happy we are together.”

“What happens if he ignores your wishes?” Kell asked, readying himself for the heartache he knew would follow.

Keira became quiet, looking away. “I would hope he’ll take my wants into consideration.”

Kell grew suspicious. Keira wasn’t one to look away when speaking, making him realize she was hiding something. “Spill it, Keira. Who do you think your

father will choose?”

She turned back to them, tears now rolling down her cheeks and dripping off her chin. “I fear he will pick Morgan and Guymon.”

Theron roared. “I’ll kill ‘em. I’ll kill ‘em both!”

“Stop it!” Kell grabbed Theron by the arms. “This is no time to lose it. We can figure this out.”

“We can leave the NWO,” Theron suggested. “We can just leave, go far away.”

“And what then?” Kell asked.

“Theron,” Keira said softly, walking over to him and hugging him around the waist. “I thought of that, but what we would do? We are soldiers, trained, and modified to serve. I dare guess what our demise will be, and all I can think of is the people we are trying to help, and have worried we would become some of the destitute. The NWO might not forgive or forget. We would be ruined and I’d also lose my family.”

Theron held her and kissed the top of her head. “I guess I need to get my mojo going and impress the fuck out of your father.”

Keira giggled. “That’s the Theron I know."

Kell had his reservations, but knew every word Keira spoke was true. She loved her family and he couldn’t take her from them, no matter how much they, or rather her father, were disappointing them. Tomorrow, he planned to state his case to the CO, and preferably without Theron.

CHAPTER 9

Kell stood outside of the CO’s office, rehearsing what he was going to say in his head. He and Theron had come too far with Keira to give up without a fight. In the event the CO chose someone else, he was seriously considering taking Keira away, knowing full well that Theron would be on board.

He knocked and straightened his posture, taking a deep breath, summoning courage, and begging for the right words to come to him.

“Enter,” came a harsh voice and Kell felt his nervousness rise.

Entering slowly, Kell surveyed the CO’s office. He stood at attention and saluted the man sitting behind the desk, the man he might soon hate.

“At ease, Iverson.”

Kell walked toward his desk, stopping short, placing his hands behind his back out of respect with his eyes directed straight forward. “Permission to speak freely, sir.”

“Granted. What is the nature of this visit?” the CO asked and furrowed his brows with resignation.

Kell cleared his throat, feeling his body begin to sweat. “Sir, I have made application to claim your daughter.”

The CO flipped through his paperwork, finally pulling one out of the stack. “So you have. What needs to be said that isn’t already in this application?” He didn’t bother to look up from the paper in his hands.

“Sir, I’m in love with Keira. Theron is as well.”

The CO nodded, not seeming impressed in any way. “Sort of fast, I’d say. Keira mentioned you and Darroch.”

“Yes, sir. We have been dating,” Kell replied and fought the urge to tear off his uniform. The heat in the room seemed unbearably high.

“Dating?” The CO seemed amused by that and chuckled with enjoyment. “I wasn’t aware men with GMI Incentive status needed to do such things.”

“In all fairness, sir, we want to make your daughter happy.”

“Well, good luck with that,” the CO said and turned to gaze out his window as he spoke. “Keira is stubborn, always has been.”

“She would like it very much if Theron and I were granted permission to claim her. I would like nothing more than to claim her as our own, love her, and cherish her.” Damn, he sounded pathetic.

“Wow,” the CO said, smiling now. “You realize you have a lot of competition?” He motioned to the stack of applications on his desk.

“Yes, sir. I hoped you would see me as a man seeking your daughter’s hand, and not just a name on a piece of paper.”

The CO outstretched his hands in a questioning manner and shrugged. “And Darroch? He’s not here to plead his case.”

Kell lightly shook his head, now wishing he had brought Theron along. “I can assure you he feels the same.”

“I’m in a tough position here, Iverson,” the CO itted, glancing down over the application. “I’m committed by the NWO as the CO of the Southwest Hemisphere to follow orders, but yet I’m a father looking after my daughter.”

“I’d hate to be in your position, sir,” Kell said, trying to be as honest as possible, and yet earn some semblance of consideration for him and Theron.

“I appreciate that. It isn’t easy, and when you have little ones of your own, I hope you won’t have the same difficulty with yours.”

“Difficulty?” Kell asked, unable to zip his lips. He cursed himself for asking.

“Keira is strong and stubborn like her mother. She has had trouble dealing with

the Marriage Decree, more worried about her freedom, falling victim to fantasy, and the customs of the old world,” the CO said.

“With all due respect, sir, I can’t say that I disagree with her. I do not agree with the laws concerning marriage,” Kell replied, unable to hold his tongue.

The CO stared at Kell for a moment. “Interesting. Well, you’d be the first man.”

Kell didn’t respond, knowing well when the time was to shut up, and this was one of them.

“Anything else, Iverson?”

Kell respectfully disagreed. What else could he say? “No, sir. I just wanted you to be aware of how we felt for Keira.”

“Noted.”

Kell exited the office, unsure whether he’d chipped the CO’s armor or not. Likely, the man had made his decision, and the applications were nothing more than a ruse. Kell ed how Morgan had stuck by the CO’s side when he and Theron first arrived. Morgan was a yes sir man, a kiss ass who rubbed his nose in the CO’s butt every chance he got. Morgan outranked him and Theron, and probably had a spotless fucking record.

I really hate that dick.

Entering the mess hall, Kell sought out Theron. No way in hell did he plan to tell Theron where he’d been, though. If Theron had any indication the meeting hadn’t gone well, he’d probably storm into the CO’s office himself. That would not be a good idea.

“And where in the hell have you been?” Theron asked when Kell sat down with his breakfast.

“I was taking a shit,” Kell replied, unable to think of anything better as an excuse.

Theron wrinkled his nose and pushed his food around with the fork. “Well, thanks for ruining breakfast.”

“Hey, you asked.”

“It’s not just that, but everything. We finally find the perfect woman for us, and here we are, stuck behind red tape. Are you seriously considering going through with this ridiculous application process?” Theron asked.

Kell sighed. He wished the whole mess was over with. “I don’t know what else to do. If we go against the CO, we may all very well be out of a position. I don’t think I could forgive myself if we hurt Keira either. You heard her. She’s worried, and she also asked us to basically play along. Don’t worry, I’ve always

heard that love will find a way.”

“Pfft. No, the one who laughs last, laughs best, and it will be that fucking Morgan guy. Pompous ass. Let’s just make him see things our way. I haven’t been in a good fight in ages,” Theron said and cracked his knuckles.

Kell frowned at Theron. Who knew finding a wife would be so difficult? “Let’s get going. Maybe we can catch Keira before she leaves her office.”

They walked down the long corridor, taking the first right and the second left, heading to the office the three of them had spent lots of time in lately. Kell stopped at her door and knocked out of respect. When she didn’t answer, he checked the time. It was well before her normal time to leave.

“She must have already headed to the tarmac,” Theron said. “We better get going.”

Taking their positions with their squadron, Kell checked his watch. It was O-sixhundred, ten minutes past Keira’s normal briefing.

Theron leaned close to Kell’s ear. “You ever get the feeling something is up?”

“Yeah, like now,” Kell agreed. His stomach was beginning to feel queasy. Part of it might have to do with skipping breakfast, but most was caused by the worry he was feeling.

Another five minutes rolled by and Kell couldn’t contain himself any longer. He nodded at Theron and together they weaved through their waiting squad. Out of earshot, Kell turned to Theron. “Something is definitely up.”

Arriving back at Keira’s office, Kell didn’t bother knocking, and waved his hand over the recognition pad, sending a message inside of his presence. They waited. Kell checked the time and waved his hand over the pad again. The door slid open and Morgan Whitby stumbled out. His hair was wild, tufts littering his shoulders. Blood oozed from his lip and nose.

“What the fuck did you do to her?” Theron roared, grabbing Morgan, and slammed him against the adjacent wall.

Morgan grinned, looking at Kell then back to Theron. “I must warn you, I have the power to send you packing immediately.”

Keira came out, her breath ragged, hair a mess.

“What’s going on?” Kell asked as Keira fell against him, wrapping her arms around his waist.

“He tried to put his unity collar on me,” she said, beginning to sob.

“I’m going to have to kill him,” Theron said and grabbed Morgan by the throat, squeezing tight, causing him to cough.

Morgan gasped and struggled, pawing at Theron’s arm. “You’re done, assssss—”

“Let him go, Theron!”

Theron let go. Morgan slumped against the wall and coughed.

“You, you’re out of here,” Morgan said between wheezes and held his throat. “You hear me? You’re gone.”

“No, he’s staying, but you will be leaving when I tell my father you attacked me,” Keira said.

Morgan stood up and adjusted his uniform. “Who do you think your father will believe?” he asked, an evil sneer spreading across his face. “I was just trying to put an end to this ridiculous nonsense. Your father will choose me and Guymon. Either way, it’s now or later, but it will happen.”

“Okay, now I’m going to really hurt him,” Theron said and Morgan backed away.

Morgan pointed at Theron and backed far enough away that Theron couldn’t grab him. “Touch me again and I’ll have your walking papers in seconds.”

Keira let go of Kell and stood her ground. “You mention one word about Darroch and my father will know everything.”

Morgan wiped the blood from his nose. “Make no mistake, Keira. You will be mine.”

“Oh, suck it, Morgan,” Theron said and grabbed his crotch.

Morgan chuckled. “Yeah, I doubt very seriously your father would pick these men for you anyway.”

Kell leveled at glare at Morgan. “If you touch her again, I can assure you, no one will find your body.”

Morgan stumbled as he walked away, looking over his shoulder.

“I fucking hate that guy!” Theron said, coming to Keira’s side. “Are you okay?” He pulled her into a hug and stared at Kell, looking as unsure of what to do as Kell.

Kell felt the same and it took all the strength he could muster to not go after Morgan and work him over himself.

“Keira, you need to tell your father about what happened, if for no other reason than to eliminate him as a prospect,” Theron said, smoothing her hair back into place.

“I can’t,” she said, shaking her head. “If I do then Morgan wins. He will file the necessary paperwork to have you transferred.”

“But he attacked you!” Kell said, seeing red. The game being played was becoming a nightmare, a very dangerous nightmare.

“Yes, he did, but no one saw it or heard it. Like he said, it’s our word against his, and who are they going to believe? Me? The woman who is still single at twenty-eight, who has been running from possible husbands for years, using her father as a shield? Or you two? The two men who want me as well?” She shook her head. “No one will believe us, not even my father.”

“Not to sound like a dick, but if your father wouldn’t believe you, I might take offense to that,” Theron stated and crossed his arms over his chest. “I think I’d take a lot of offense to that.”

Keira shrugged. “Outside of my career where I take responsibility, I’m what everyone claims. I’m a spoiled brat, and I have used my father to get what I want. It’s my own fault, no one else’s.”

“You can’t believe that. I don’t,” Kell said, brushing his knuckles over her cheek. “You’re a woman who loves her career, and has wanted nothing more than the opportunity to pick the best man for her. I can understand that.”

“But it has been wrong of me. No other woman could have done the same, got away with what I have. I deserve all that’s going on and more.” Keira wiped away a tear. “We need to get going.”

All the way to the tarmac Kell simmered. Keira had no plans of telling her father about what Morgan had done to her. In one way it was aggravating as hell. On the other, Kell felt pride well in his heart, because Keira felt she was protecting him and Theron.

“Fall behind,” Keira said, not in her authoritative tone, but more as a sweet request. She smiled, one that was mostly faked, but seemed to show the spirit inside her that hoped for a happy ending after all.

****

Keira stood before her squad, unsure how much longer she’d retain her position. Her life was a wreck, and not at all going the way she wanted. Her wishes were now put on hold, and it seemed like karma was playing a really sick joke on her, paying her back. She scrolled through the messages on her comm, behind on correspondence. Morgan and Axton usually gave her a briefing at five-thirty, but today Morgan came alone, no doubt telling Axton he could handle it.

No matter her fate, Keira would do the right thing, what was expected of her. But if her father chose Morgan and Guymon, she had made her mind up now, she would flee. Morgan was the type to believe women were inferior, his rank only furthering his complex. That was one of the reasons she'd broken off their fling to begin with, and of course, after he tried to claim her before. Would he ever get the message? She didn’t want him! No doubt about it, Morgan was drawn to her more because of her father’s position, thinking he’d go places, climb the ladder with her father’s help. That was the kind of guy he was, selfish, conceited, and worst of all, controlling.

“Yesterday’s mission managed to take out all targets,” Keira said, so much she was biting back, words hanging in her throat, screaming to come out. What she wanted to say was, “Yesterday’s mission was a complete fucking farce. The patriots got what they wanted.”

She thought about Vida and destroying the place in the city center. Her heart ached, and for once in her career, she wasn’t sure the NWO were the good guys after all. She had to stop for a moment, retract her thought, knowing what happened the day before was not what the NWO stood for, but rather what one man stood for, and his name was Morgan Whitby.

“There are rebellions in many different areas. Convoys with supplies are currently on their way to provide help to those in need,” she continued and had to take a deep breath. Extra convoys wouldn’t have been needed if—It didn’t matter; what was done was done. “The night team completed extensive sweeps and detected no new targets. With the ground forces active, fall back to your routine flight patterns, and alert if you detect any new activity. Dismissed.”

Light chatter erupted as the squad dispersed. She caught a few remarks, noting her sentiment was felt by others as well. That made her feel better, knowing they were as unsure of the mission as she had been. She felt disconnected from them though, still unsure which ones had requested transfer. Why hadn’t they come to her? Surely there was another reason for their desire to leave than just her status.

Keira exited and made her way to her jet. She climbed the steps and sat down, readying for flight, entering her checks into her comm. With all checks complete from the inside, her ground crew gave her a thumb up after completing their end of the pre-flight checks.

The engine came to life and a light hum soothed her. How she’d like to just take

off and fly for miles, just mindlessly try to make sense of everything. She eased out, getting the clear pattern, and lifted up off the tarmac. Emotions concerning her life had to take a back seat. Protecting the people was her first and upmost responsibility now. Taking to the sky, Keira felt the world and its chains break away. A clear blue sky greeted her.

An hour later, Keira’s comm buzzed. “Yes, Axton.”

“Why in the world does Morgan looked like hell?”

Hmm, Keira hadn’t thought about Morgan’s face since she punched him, with her knee. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t play games, Keira. He was supposed to give you a briefing and came back looking like shit,” Axton barked out.

“Oh, the briefing you were supposed to attend?” she asked.

“Cut the shit, Keira. My ass is in a wringer today after yesterday’s mission. Calls coming in, answers that need to be given. It was easier to just send him so I could clean up this mess.”

Keira snorted with sarcasm. “I told Thorn we should not have hit any of those targets. That is what the patriots wanted.”

“I know what you said, but Thorn was fucking overruled,” Axton said.

“By a dumbass.”

“Well, like it or not, Morgan is the tactical security specialist and it is his job to make those types of decisions.”

“He made a mistake, a big fucking mistake,” Keira replied in a hateful tone. “He isn’t out here every day. The guy hasn’t a clue. He sits behind a desk, looking at reports, and tries to make a legend out of himself.”

“I don’t know about making a legend of himself, but I can say that I wasn’t on board with his decision.”

Keira sighed. “Just watch him, Axe. Something isn’t all it seems where he’s concerned.”

“Is that why you mangled his face? For the second time! He can take away your rank, send you spiraling down. What the fuck, sis?” Axton asked, concern evident by his tone.

“Let’s just say we don’t see eye to eye,” she said, scanning the earth below. She had a job to do, and explaining herself to her brother wasn’t one of them.

Axton calmed a little and when he spoke again, his voice was softer. “What

aren’t you telling me? I really hate it when you withhold.”

That statement gave Keira a laugh. “Withholding? Huh, isn’t it great when people do that to you, especially those you love?”

A blast flashed bright orange flames around the cockpit. The alarm whooped as Keira’s jet began to violently shake. She held on, vibrating in her seat, Axton shouting through her comm. Smoke engulfed the cockpit and a feeling of weightlessness took over. Her jet descended at an alarming rate.

“Eject, eject.”

“Keira!” Axton shouted.

“Going down, Axe. I’ve been hit,” she said and began to cough as thick black smoke engulfed the cockpit.

CHAPTER 10

Kell witnessed the blast, smoke trailing from Keira’s jet, helpless to do anything except watch in horror. He felt his stomach bottom out as the scene unfolding became a bad nightmare.

“Keira!” Theron shouted. “Come in, Keira!”

“Tell Gwen I love her,” came Keira’s voice, alarms blaring in the background.

“Fucking eject!” Theron demanded. “We’ll come for you. Hang on, we’ll come for you!”

“Iverson to base. Iverson to base!” Kell called. This couldn’t be happening!

“Base. Come in, Iverson.”

“Lieutenant Alvarado has been hit,” Kell said and then repeated, “Do you read me? Alvarado has been hit!”

“We are apprised of the situation and sending in a ground team toward the location,” the man replied calmly and Kell wished he could reach through the radio system and choke the asshole.

“Permission to land,” Kell asked, searching the ground for a place to touch

down. The landscape was mountainous, full of stiff inclines and sheer cliffs.

“Permission denied,” the calm voice replied.

“Fuck them! We are landing this damn hunk of metal!” Theron hollered from behind Kell.

“I repeat, permission denied,” came the voice again, but with a rise in his tone. “Do you read me?”

“Kell, we can’t leave her out here,” Theron said, his voice catching. “Are you listening? Damn it, Kell. We can’t leave her!”

Kell had to summon every ounce of patience and strength he could manage. “There’s help on the way, Theron. Believe me, I don’t want to leave her, but there is nowhere to land,” he said and felt utterly powerless to help.

“So help me, she better be okay,” Theron replied and punched the cockpit window.

“Eject, Keira,” Kell said. “Please, baby, eject!”

Keira’s jet was heading toward the face of a mountain. A black spot rose high above the craft. Seconds later, a large puff of smoke and orange flames marred the mountainside.

“She will be okay, right, Kell?” Theron asked. “She’s strong. She’s a fighter. Please, Kell, tell me she will be okay.”

Kell closed his eyes, feeling a sting behind his lids, a feeling he wasn’t accustomed to. He swallowed, noting the parachute in the distance. Keira was in a bad location, far from any form of civilization. The ground temps were over a hundred degrees. She had no provisions and he prayed the ground team would be there soon.

“Iverson to base,” Kell called. He wanted to land. The woman he loved needed him now more than ever.

“Base. Come in, Iverson.”

“How far is the ground team?” Kell asked. He couldn’t let it go.

“Fifty miles, Iverson. Don’t worry, we’ll get her.” The voice tried to reassure him.

“This is bullshit, Kell! We need to land somewhere, help her!” Theron continued.

“There is nowhere to land remotely close to her, Theron. If we land at the bottom of the mountain, we’d have to climb for hours to her location. That’s not counting how far she is drifting in her chute,” Kell pointed out.

“At the rate she’s falling, taking in the ten-mile-per-hour wind, she should land some ten thousand feet away, northeast of her current location,” Theron replied.

“We were denied permission,” Kell said, his nose flaring, hands trembling, almost ready to take their jet down anyway. “We have to follow orders and hope like hell she’s okay.”

“If I had control of this jet I’d take this son of a bitch down!” Theron said and roared with anger and quest to unleash it.

“Direct orders!” Kell yelled, hardly able to control his emotions. The woman he loved was floating into an area of thick timber, an area ruled by the patriots. If he could, he’d do anything in his power to get to her, but he knew he had to follow direct orders, and it was the worst feeling he could ever have imagined. He considered the alternative, going against the order, wondering how bad they’d be punished.

“They are fifty fucking miles away, Kell!”

It would take the ground team a couple of hours to reach Keira, about the same by the time Kell could land, if indeed he felt reckless enough to risk everything. He was willing to do that.

“Iverson to base.”

“Base. Come in, Iverson.”

“Permission to land,” he asked, begging almost.

“Permission denied,” came an irritated voice, a different voice. “I can assure you, your lieutenant is fine. She has touched down, and her vitals are strong. Return to base, immediately. And yes, that’s a direct order.”

“Is that Morgan Whitby? I hate that fucking guy!” Theron shouted.

Kell exhaled, relief filling him, knowing Keira was safe—well, as safe as she could be in the desolate area she was in. She was safe, he reminded himself again, feeling the pull to land go away, but still there. This moment was no different than what had been taught during training. When a fellow pilot went down the first action to take was reporting. The base was aware, monitoring her vitals, and sending in a rescue team. Under no circumstances was a pilot to land their craft. That was basic flight school 101, but he wanted to, he needed to find her, see for himself if she was okay.

After reaching the base, Kell and Theron descended their jet, feet moving quickly, needing to know about Keira. Kell wasn’t about to go to that damn Morgan guy; just his name made Kell’s tongue want to shout every curse he knew. Axton, her brother—yeah, he thought, Axton would know exactly what was going on.

“We’re going to see Axton,” Kell said and led the way. Theron was hot on his

heels as they sprinted to the door leading inside the base from the tarmac.

Forgoing a knock when they reached Axton’s office, Kell burst in, Theron to his side. “Is she okay?” He had tried to call her repeatedly on his comm and got no response. The not knowing was killing him.

Glancing around the room, Kell felt the desire to face palm himself. Inside, all the top brass was seated. As Keira would say, the usual suspects, with a few additional faces he didn’t recognize.

“Iverson, I understand you’ve been shadowing Keira,” Axton said, standing up. “Where did the fire come from? Were you engaged?”

Kell inhaled a deep breath and summoned the image, fighting the emotion that went along with it. “Sir, our system detected no enemy fire. I saw no hostile fire from the ground. One minute it was a routine day, the next, just an explosion on her left wing.”

“Are you telling me you saw no fire from the ground? Are you saying that the wing just exploded?” Morgan asked, glaring at Kell.

“Yes. If someone had fired from the ground, our system would have detected it,” Kell replied, unable to understand what Morgan couldn’t seem to comprehend.

Morgan pushed his comm, firing off a command. “ Iverson’s jet log.”

Axton was speechless, looking from Morgan to Kell. The CO sat with firm lips, tapping a pen on the table.

“Sir, permission to help in the search and rescue,” Kell asked, looking directly at the CO.

“Permission denied,” Morgan quickly replied, catching the attention of those in attendance. All eyes turned to stare at him.

Kell continued to look directly at the CO. “Sir, I would go to the ends of the earth for your daughter. Please, permission to in the search.”

“Look—” Morgan began and was cut off.

“Sit down and shut up,” the CO said. “If these two men want to help find my daughter, I’d be appreciative.” He turned to Axton. “Get them set up and fly them out immediately.”

Morgan glared in response, but held his tongue.

Kell smiled and felt an instant rush of relief. “Thank you, sir.”

“We will find your daughter, sir,” Theron added.

Axton nodded and called a team to take them out.

Kell and Theron exited. They were walking at a brisk pace, heading back to the tarmac. “It’s been a long time since I’ve jumped out of a plane,” Kell said, ready to do anything just to get to Keira.

“The sooner we jump out of that plane, the sooner we can begin searching for her,” Theron replied.

Axton had said he’d keep them updated, sending intel of Keira’s location if it changed. So far the beacon was stationary, her vitals still strong.

“Something about all of this is wrong,” Kell said, shaking his head, once again going over the scene in his mind. “You do realize she was targeted, and likely the culprit is one of our own?”

Theron nodded as they turned the corner. “Yeah, I know, but I’ve been trying like hell to contain my anger, especially in front of the CO. When we find Keira, she will be ours, and when I find the son of a bitch responsible, I’m going to kill him.”

Kell wasn’t paying attention to where he was going and smacked into someone, sending them bouncing back.

“Holy shit!” a woman’s voice complained. She had bright orange hair and a temper to match the shade. “Watch where the heck you’re going.”

“Sorry, miss. We’re in a hurry,” Kell apologized and reached down to help her up.

“Damn, I guess,” she complained as Theron steadied her. “I hope it’s to search for my sister.”

Theron nodded and became still. “You wouldn’t happen to be Gwen, would you?”

****

Keira came to. Her body ached and her head pounded. She looked up at the canopy above, her legs dangling, and realized she was in one hell of a predicament. Nearly twenty feet off the ground, a fall would really hurt, she realized, and tried to think of a way out of the mess she was in.

She hung there for a while, surveying her options. Nothing came to mind without a lot of effort on her part. Birds chattered around her, complaining of her disruption. It was hot, but she was grateful to be in the shade. A light breeze blew her chute above and it billowed and rustled. She looked to her right, noting a tree limb that would help her cause if she could just reach it. Her left arm hurt and she rubbed it, realizing she must have hit limbs on the way down. Small patches of scuffed skin welled with droplets of blood. Moving her body back and forth, Keira started to try and sway side to side. Her body ached, muscles protesting the harder she shifted. Pushing harder, Keira begged for every ounce of energy she could get. She was not only in a very bad location, but she had also become a piñata.

She reached out once she had enough momentum, barely scratching the bark before moving in the opposite direction. “Damn it.” She growled and pushed a little harder, sweat rolling down her temples, gritting her teeth from the pain that screamed throughout her body. Her heavy gear wasn’t designed for this. The bulky harness kept her strapped into her seat, making her attempts even more difficult. Thoughts of Kell and Theron helped to give her the extra bit of determination and strength she needed.

Soon she was swinging back and forth, using every bit of energy she could muster. Her target was the branch, and just a little more—“Gotcha!” she said, now dangling at an angle. Her chute tangled in a mass of limbs above, pulling at her. She wheezed. Sweat had begun to trickle around her eyes, stinging and burning. She wiped it away with her left arm, trying to focus.

While holding onto the branch with her right hand, Keira dug into her vest, finding her pocket knife. She held it in her hand, staring at it, and huffed. “Gee, it would be nice to have an extra hand.” More up-to-date models were out there, but Keira had insisted on a basic blade, one almost obsolete now. Figures, she thought as her mind chastised her. Should have gone with a switchblade.

Keira used her teeth, trying to catch the small indent on the blade to open it. Her teeth chattered, clanking together after popping off the notch. She hung there with her arm quivering. “Oh, shit,” she muttered as her arm shook harder, her strength waning. Breathing had become more difficult and the heat was definitely beginning to get to her.

There were two possible options. One, she could let go of the branch and open the knife as she swung away, hoping to have the momentum to re-catch the branch. Or two, she could just cut the line to her chute and hope the seat from her jet cushioned her landing. That was, of course, if she fell straight down and

didn’t land on her head instead. Both options sucked equally. She was so hot she could barely breathe as it was. Taking another fall wasn’t at the top of her list either.

She began tugging at the blade again with her teeth. “Come on!” she growled, trying again and again. She had been put in a lot of predicaments lately, but this? “Seriously?”

One more try fueled by her determination stirred the blade, her teeth holding on tight. She pulled her head back, the knife finally opening. The first order of business was to cut her harness and lose around a hundred pounds right away. She directed the blade at her harness, careful not to cut herself, and began sawing at the straps keeping her secured to the seat.

“Fuck!” she complained, so close, and began to slowly lose the battle to hold on any longer. The seat finally fell, hitting the ground below. Her body swung freely, the bark digging into her palm. Her grip on the limb was easier, but she still struggled to hang on. Swinging her legs up and around the branch, Keira let go for a moment, hanging upside down with her legs anchoring her while trying to get the feeling back in her hand.

“This is wonderful,” she whispered and stared down at the ground. Folding her knife, she tucked it back into her vest.

Voices shouting in the distance caught her attention and Keira heaved her stomach muscles, reaching up with her hands to grab hold of the tree limb. She struggled to maneuver her body around until she was straddling it. The voices were getting closer and she became weary. They didn’t sound familiar.

The tree she was stuck in was old, the trunk nearly six feet in diameter. She shakily stepped up and wobbled as she made her way to the trunk where she hugged it, grateful.

“She’s gone,” a voice said, and Keira inched around the tree, out of sight.

“Find her!” a voice shouted. “Without her we have nothing!”

Okay, so the men on the ground were definitely not with the NWO. Keira was in a tough spot. One wrong move would give her location away. The act of simple and relaxed breathing had become impossible. Her throat was dry and ached to cough. A tickle caused her to sweat. She wanted to cough in the worst way.

“She couldn’t have gone far.”

“Find her!” roared the voice again. “We need those weapons. Without that bitch, we won’t get the weapons promised by Mr. Whitby.”

Keira peered around the tree, catching a glimpse of those seeking her. Nope, not NWO. And did the man mention Whitby? She inched around a little more, watching the direction they headed. Only two? And why did they want her? Were they the ones to shoot her from the sky?

“She’s a trained NWO soldier and could be anywhere, lead us to our own deaths,” one man argued.

“There’s others waiting at the base of the mountain. It doesn’t take a mastermind to figure out she’ll head southeast for a rescue unit. We will flush her out and send her right to them.”

That morning Keira had been sure the patriots didn’t have the fire power to harm her, but now she was having second thoughts. And why didn’t her warning system alert her? Did they have undetectable weapons? Did she clearly hear Whitby’s name? Or was it her unsettled nerves making her believe so?

What kind of weapon had the patriots used to hit her, she began to wonder, and who would be supplying them with more in exchange for her? Had she really heard Whitby’s name? She couldn’t let that go. Would he actually make deals with the patriots? Why? She leaned against the tree and closed her eyes. That would mean more deaths, more devastation. Peering around again, curiosity getting the better of her, Keira caught a glimpse of the man barking orders. She suppressed a gasp. It was Enzo Quinion.

Fucking black holes, this is getting really bad.

When one man headed to the east, the other to the north, Keira pulled a wire from her vest. It was tiny, almost mimicking a spider web, but tougher. She anchored it and gripped the handle, falling gently with each squeeze of her hand, kicking back away from the tree every few feet until she reached the ground. At the bottom of the tree, she left the device dangling and headed out on foot to the west.

An hour later, Keira had pushed for every step and felt like she was hardly moving. She heaved from the extreme temps and uncontrollable emotions, legs trembling and threatening to buckle. She crouched down low, sliding through a narrow opening under an outcropping of rocks to catch her breath. Listening for

a moment, trying to hear over her ragged breaths, she didn’t detect a sound of anything but nature at play. She fell back and inhaled deeply, feeling her pulse race as she scooted further inside. Her throat was dry and her mouth sticky. She swallowed, feeling the burn and the longing desire for water.

She needed to think. Originally her plan was to head to bottom of the mountain, knowing a rescue team would be immediately dispatched. They needed to know she wouldn’t be there. “This is great,” she whispered when she glanced at her comm. The face was cracked, steel gray screen blank, unresponsive. “Yeah, could have done without that.”

On the brighter side, the NWO knew she was okay. A tiny red light on the side of the unit was blinking, indicating the location sensor was still at least working, sending coordinates and her vitals to them. That little bit of information helped, but she was stuck for now, and needed to get to safety before nightfall. She leaned against a rock and thought of Kell and Theron again. How she wished they were all at her apartment, snuggled together where she felt safe in their arms. Fear was commonplace in her line of work, but this adventure truly had her terrified about her fate.

She began to move forward and climb out of the tiny cave-like depression when she heard voices. Inching back, Keira stayed still and hoped like hell they didn’t notice the small entrance behind the brush.

Six feet, three men.

The sound of their feet crackling on the rocks was faint. They were moving slow, trying to be as quiet as possible. She really should have killed the first two before they could call for reinforcements, but that would have been stupid, especially since she couldn’t be sure they were the only ones. No, she was

already at enough of a disadvantage, and giving away her location would be suicide.

The faint sound of a lighter clicked and the feet fell a little harder, almost shuffling. Damn, they were too close for comfort.

“Enzo said she was in the area. Where did that bitch go?”

Another click of a lighter.

“Yeah, he was also certain she’d head southeast,” muttered another deep voice.

“Standing around smoking cigarettes isn’t going to help find her,” said a new voice. “She’s wearing a location device, and if it pinged her in this area, she is here, somewhere.”

Keira slapped her hand over her mouth to keep gasping out loud. Someone from the NWO is sending intel to these bastards. She looked at her comm and contemplated smashing it, but got another idea when she heard movement again.

One man headed north, and two moved toward the east, she chanted inside her head, going over her last option, the one she hoped she wouldn’t need to use. Keira would now have to trek further west to her secret hideaway. Now she hoped Kell and Theron had used her last words to them to make sense of what she meant. And Gwen would know what she meant, right? Keira knew going down she was close to their hidden oasis, but her first plan of action would be to

get to the bottom of the mountain to find an NWO rescue unit. Having a second option if she needed it would come in handy, therefore planting seeds for Kell and Theron would ensure they’d know where to find her in the event she didn’t get to the bottom. She was so glad she was able to think quickly.

After waiting long enough for a clear escape, Keira climbed out of her tiny sanctuary, leaving her comm inside. She took off in a run, battling low-lying brush and tree limbs. Her hands stung from protecting her face and eyes. Without the obstacle course she was in, she could make up the mountain easier, and with much more speed. Without pause, Keira continued to battle her way up, dodging and ducking, panting from the overwhelming heat, but was determined not to die that day.

Loud caws startled her and she spun around, checking behind her. She looked up to see a bird above her. “Sure, announce my location,” she whispered and began to sprint when she saw the sign that let her know she was closing in on where she wanted to be.

Montaña maldita.

The name still made Keira smile. Translated, it meant, cursed mountain. From ed-down stories, ones she’d heard as a small child, the mountain was believed to be cursed. During the Civil Wars, locals believed aliens had ed in. Many couldn’t make sense of the horrors that occurred over the sacred peak, and with no way to explain it, people ed down lore of otherworldly beings helping the humans to destroy themselves. Bits of wreckage could still be found to this day if anyone looked hard enough. Very few would venture up the mountain for fear of disease, or maybe were a little overzealous, and truly believed they’d be cursed. Some adventurers did indeed climb the mountain for souvenirs, but so far her camouflage system kept her sanctuary from being found.

Powered by the sun, Keira and Gwen’s little computer-generated app was genius. Well, Keira sure thought so anyway. What intruders to the area would see was nothing more than an illusion, magic really, just trees and a rocky slope. The real genius of the program was how it adapted to the season, changing to match the surrounding fauna. They called their creation Chameleon.

The real work was in actually building a place to live. They'd hired a contractor to build the small cabin-like house out of wreckage from the mountain. High quality steel was there for the picking, steel that had unique metals mixed with it, making it impervious to rust or decay. It was also the ideal substance to use Chameleon on. The shiny surface and conductivity generated an illusion so true and perfect Keira had to stop and take a second look many times when visiting.

CHAPTER 11

After Kell and Theron landed, they hid their chutes and began reconnaissance. Kell crouched down, Theron about twenty feet away, his eyes making es around the landscape that surrounded them. They moved from one tree to another, coming closer and closer to each other until they met behind a large rock.

“Let’s spread out just enough to sweep the area, yet able to keep in with hand signals,” Theron said and Kell nodded.

They moved out. Kell checked his GPS to be sure they were heading in the right direction. He gave Theron a signal and he nodded, averting his movements more northwest. The terrain was difficult and rocky to traverse quietly, making their ascent more difficult. Kell wasn’t taking any chances. He knew the area was a vast wasteland, void of dwellings, taken over by nature trying to cover its scars.

Theron motioned for Kell an hour or so later, indicating they were not alone. They eased through the underbrush until they were next to each other, both on high alert, and scanned the area for others.

“Lookie here,” Kell whispered to Theron and pointed to the two men a few hundred yards away. “Any others?” he asked and glanced all around them.

“I think they’re alone, but don’t let your guard down. They could be anywhere,” Kell replied and motioned for them to circle around the duo.

Kell split away from Thereon while he headed the opposite direction, creeping

without making a sound. Although Kell couldn’t say with certainty the men were searching for Keira, he’d bet damn good units on it.

Moving like a big cat stalking its prey, Kell crouched down, ears on the alert, feet gently advancing him closer. Patriots, yeah, he was certain now they were searching for Keira. If they found her, they could use her as a bargaining chip, for what he didn’t know, but he’d bet it would be worth their while. Well, it wasn’t about to happen, not on his watch anyway.

A few yards away, Theron had knelt down, sending a hand signal to Kell. Kell motioned back and waited. When Theron was right behind one of the men, he stood up. “Nice day for a fucking hike, eh?”

The men swiveled around with their guns. Theron disarmed the one closest to him with a lightning fast jab to the throat while Kell subdued the second almost instantaneously. They hadn’t even heard them coming. The man Theron hit fell to his knees, clutching his neck, coughing.

Kell raised a brow, motioning to his takedown, who was unconscious, and frowned.

“Pfft. I could have done that,” Theron said. “Night, night.” With the butt of his rifle, Theron effectively dropped the guy with a hard thump to his head. “Noisy fucker.”

“What’s in his hand?” Kell asked, kneeling down and prying the man’s hand open. “Fuck. It’s Keira’s comm.”

Theron cursed under his breath and gazed around. “Why do you think they had it? And how in the hell did they get it?”

Kell wished he knew. “I’m not sure, but it’s busted. No wonder we didn’t get a response from her.”

“The location sensor still works. Look, the light is still on,” Theron said, pointing it out. “Why would she take it off?”

A queasy feeling erupted in Kell’s stomach. There was only one reason she’d take it off. “Because she either doesn’t want to be found by the NWO—”

“Or these fuckers were led right to her and she figured it out,” Theron interrupted.

Kell called Axton, knowing he or Keira’s other brother, Thorn, were the only ones he could trust at the moment. Keira was too intelligent to do something so reckless. She had a damn good reason for leaving her comm behind. His stomach continued to churn with all the possibilities.

“Did you find her?” Axton asked, foregoing a greeting.

“No,” Kell replied in a whisper. “But I have potential bad news.”

“Please don’t tell me that,” Axton replied.

“We just took out two patriots. One had Keira’s comm, but no sign of her,” Kell said.

Thorn ed in. “What do think is going on, Iverson?”

“I’m afraid someone inside the NWO has set Keira up,” Kell answered.

“How can you be sure? Maybe Keira got hung up in some brush—” Axton argued.

“Doubtful,” Thorn interrupted. “It’s obvious she knew something was up. Keira wouldn’t cut her lifeline to the NWO otherwise.”

“This is a bad fucking nightmare,” Axton muttered, his voice laced with fear.

Theron was pacing, kicking rocks around him, deep in thought. He was counting on his fingers, not because he needed them, but that was how he worked through a problem. “Enemies,” Theron whispered, now walking in one direction, pivoting and walking back. “Motivation.”

“Okay, I think it is safe to say we need to create a list of known enemies,” Kell said and Theron jerked his head.

Theron seethed, grinding his teeth together. “Start with that fucking Morgan guy.”

Thorn overheard the statement. “You can’t really believe Morgan had anything to do with this?”

“Wait,” Axton said. “Keira said something strange this morning about Morgan, something about watching him.”

Thorn sighed. “A man who wants to be her husband hardly qualifies.”

“Oh, and add the jealous bitch, Catina,” Theron added.

“Now I can believe that,” Axton said and Thorn agreed in the background.

“What about the five from the unit requesting transfer?” Kell asked.

“I’m already on it,” Axton replied. “Keep searching and keep us updated. We’ll do the same in return.”

Theron pointed at Kell. “You know Morgan is behind this. it it.”

Kell exhaled a deep breath. With all that was currently taking place, no one could be ruled out. Keira had plenty of non-fans, which was sort of baffling, because under her tough exterior was a woman with more heart and more love than anyone he’d ever been with. Maybe the shield she used to guard herself gave people the wrong impression, or maybe people needed to mind their own business, and take care of their own lives instead of meddling in hers.

“He attacked her this morning, Kell. He tried to put his fucking collar on her without her permission,” Theron continued when Kell didn’t reply.

“And isn’t that the same thing you wanted to do to her?” Kell asked and glanced up at the mountainside.

Theron huffed out a breath. “Fine, you’re right. I did. I do! But for fuck's sake, I’d love her, cherish her. We would make her happy.”

“Again, Morgan wanting Keira so badly he’d try to do so with force doesn’t necessarily mean he’d take part in a ruse like this. My units are on Catina. It has to be someone with access to the flight deck.”

Theron nodded. “True.”

They set off, hiking up the steep incline. Kell was still unsure if Gwen’s coordinates were correct and rechecked his GPS. According to the longitude and latitude Gwen gave him without pause or uncertainty in her tone, Kell could only keep following her directions.

An hour later, Theron spotted a sign. “Hey, didn’t Gwen mention a warning sign?”

Kell glanced toward the sign and smiled. “Yeah, cursed mountain.”

“We must be close.” Theron’s steps increased with enthusiasm. “A hundred or so more clicks north and we should be near the cabin.”

“Don’t rush. she also mentioned the security feature,” Kell called and hurried to catch up before Theron could accidentally run through a trip wire.

“Yeah, yeah,” Theron replied.

This was it, Kell decided twenty minutes later. He and Theron were stopped, looking at a sheer cliff and trees. Gwen had said their system would be an illusion, and if she was right, Kell was in awe.

“I don’t see a fucking thing,” Theron complained and started to climb again.

“Stop!” Kell whispered and studied the ground. “Just chill.”

The sunlight was waning and filtering through the trees. A sliver of light shone down and Kell moved back and forth, trying to catch a glimpse of the laser trip wire. A subtle glimmer offered hope and Kell inched forward, his eyes tracing it, following it. “Here it is.”

Theron stepped over, careful not to run into it with the toe of his boot. “Gwen never did say what was rigged up if tripped.”

“I don’t think I want to know,” Kell said, stepping over as well. He stayed vigilant, searching the area, and listening for company.

They continued to climb, nothing coming into view, and Kell was getting reluctant to continue on. But why would Gwen lead them on an excursion like this? She wouldn’t, no way if they were searching for Keira. His mind was blown. Chameleon, as Gwen had called it, was a masterpiece in deception. He still couldn’t see any indication they were in anything other than a forested area.

“Stop.” Kell held his hand out when he noticed a second trip laser Gwen had warned of. “Here it is.”

“Trip wires? Isn’t that old tech? I mean, there’s better security than that,” Theron said as he stepped over.

“I believe that’s the least of our worries. We need to find the cabin and see if Keira is there or not.”

Theron agreed and hiked further up. “Fuck me, there it is,” he whispered and seemed in awe.

Kell was, too, stopping and wondering how two women had pulled it off. He

need not think too long, beaming with pride. Keira was a remarkable woman who kept surprising him. Her sister Gwen shared in the glory. If he hadn’t known what he was looking for he would have never noticed it.

“, there’s one last defense, about twenty feet from the place,” Kell warned.

Theron nodded and they both continued their ascent.

After stepping over the last laser, Kell crept up the stairs, not wanting to scare Keira if she was there, and wanting the element of surprise if someone else inhabited the structure. Kell motioned for Theron to move around the opposite side to search for the other door. If they entered from each end, they’d be sure to catch anyone not supposed to be there if Keira wasn’t. How he hoped she was inside.

Kell used the code Gwen had given him. Turning the handle, the door clicked, and Kell gently pushed it open. He crept in, eyes darting back and forth, when he noticed Keira splayed over the bed on the opposite side of the room. Rushing over, he knelt at her side and gently pressed his fingers to her wrist. Theron was there a few seconds later, kneeling at the side of the bed, his expression filled with worry.

Kell exhaled with relief. She was alive. She looked so exhausted. Her dirtstained face was marred with lighter lines, hinting of her treacherous hike and the heat of the day. He felt a weight lift and closed his eyes, inhaling another deep, cleansing breath.

CHAPTER 12

Keira tried to pry her eyes open, but her eyelids felt like they had heavy weights attached to them. She let out a small groan as she moved. Her muscles were tight and aching. The sound of someone near washed away any fatigue or pain, and she bolted upright, hand yanking her weapon from the holster on her thigh. She pointed it, blinking away the drowsiness.

“Keira,” called a voice to her right and she blinked her eyes, sure they were playing tricks on her. She turned quickly and leveled her weapon on the figure.

“It’s Kell. Theron is here, too,” the gentle tone continued.

Slowly she lowered her gun, confused, disoriented. “Kell? Theron?”

“Yes, baby,” Kell said cautiously and sat down on the edge of the bed next to her. He lightly ran his hand down her arm to her hand and removed the pistol from her grip.

“We’re here,” Theron’s voice came and she felt the bed move on the other side.

A tear rolled over her cheek and she smiled. “I knew Gwen would come through for me.” Relief flooded her body and she shivered.

“Yes, she did,” Kell said and brushed her hair out of her eyes. “Are you injured?”

Keira shook her head. Outside of cuts and scrapes, and a bunch of sore muscles, she was fine. “I’m okay, better now that you two are here.”

“Quite a fortress you have here,” Theron teased and clutched her hand.

She giggled a bit and sobered some. “Morgan! Shit, does the NWO know where I am?” she asked in a babble of words, bolting off the bed. “It’s not safe here! Someone is on the inside.”

Kell was by her side in an instance. “Shhh, it’s okay. We’re here and no one will hurt you.”

“No, someone gave my location to the patriots, Kell. They knew where I was and were searching for me,” she argued, retrieving her pistol from the bed and holstered it.

“Keira,” Theron said, coming up next to her. “We’re already aware of that.”

She blinked and looked at each of them. “How did you know?”

“Let’s just say we’re great detectives.”

“So, no one will be coming here to get me?” she asked and still ed

hiding, the voices echoing in her ears, telling her things she wouldn’t have ever believed possible. Someone in their circle was dealing with the patriots, and had sent them for her.

“Well, I wouldn’t say that, but I believe Chameleon will alert us if they come near here,” Kell replied, pulled her to his chest, and held her tight.

It felt wonderful for Kell to hold her. She snuggled close as he wrapped his arms around her. Theron pressed his body to her opposite side, sandwiching her between them. All the worry, the nightmares while she slept dissipated, leaving her limp in their hold.

“I’m curious as hell to know,” Theron said. “Are the trip wires rigged to explosives?”

Keira laughed out loud, feeling the stress all but evaporate. “Nah, nothing that extreme.”

Kell leaned back and looked her, an inquisitive smile on his lips. “No explosives? Alarm perhaps?”

She shook her head. “Nope. The sign Gwen and I posted at the bottom of the mountain leading here gives a warning of the curse.”

“And?” Theron asked. “No explosives. No alarms? So what would deter anyone from coming here?”

Keira rolled her eyes and sighed. “Aliens. If the wires are tripped, holograms of grotesque looking aliens appear.”

“You have got to be kidding me,” Theron asked with amusement. “Has anyone ever come far enough?”

She nodded. “I’m not sure how often. Only once did anyone set off the system while Gwen and I were here.” She laughed. “You should have seen their faces, panicked, terrified! They ran screaming down the mountainside.”

“Damn, I love you,” Theron said, placing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

Keira lost her breath and stared at him. “What did you say?”

Theron smiled for a moment and then it faded. He became serious, the opposite of his usual self. “You heard me. I love you.”

Another tear rolled down Keira’s cheek. She swallowed hard, trying to contain her emotion. “You love me?”

“I do as well, Keira.” Kell’s soft voice tickled her ear. “We both love you, would do anything for you. Please, Keira. Please agree to be ours.”

A thousand emotions triggered a storm of happy tears Keira wasn’t ready for. They weren’t in a field of wildflowers. There were no romantic candles, nothing of the sort to lend to the mood, but it was everything she could have imagined and more. They were sincere, with eyes wide open, conveying the messages of their hearts. And she felt it too, the tug that made her stomach flip flop when they were near. Her heart raced, blood pulsed, and temperature rose. Just thinking of them felt like a thousand butterflies fluttering in her stomach, and they were here as search and rescue, rescuing her heart.

She sobbed, happy sobs of joy, and also of distress. This was her happily ever after, but it wasn’t. The life she had, the one with family and a career hovered in her mind. Her father’s words haunted her, reminding her of his position, his responsibility, and his decision to choose for her.

Clutching onto Kell, she held tight, fearful that any decision she made would lead to heartache. She began to cry again and Theron wrapped his arms around her waist and snuggled closer.

“Shhh, Keira. Please, baby, don’t cry.”

“I can’t stop,” she said, choking on the thick saliva in her mouth. “It isn’t fair, but it is. I’ve been foolish, but if I hadn’t been I’d have never met you two, the men I’ve yearned for all this time.”

“You’re worrying about your father?” Theron asked.

“Of course she’s worried about her father,” Kell said. “She doesn’t want to lose her family or her career. I can’t blame her. Can you?”

“No,” Theron replied and gripped her tighter. “But I can’t let go, not now, not ever.”

“You see? I’m doomed,” Keira said, and looked up at Kell before turning to look at Theron. “If I go against my father’s orders I could lose everything that means anything to me, including you two.”

“That’s not going to happen,” Kell said and placed his lips to her forehead. “We were meant to be together. Finding you should for something.”

“Damn right it should,” Theron said. “No more tears. I’ve always understood that love wins in the end.”

Kell rolled his eyes. “Copycat.”

****

Kell called Axton, letting him know that Keira was safe. He and Theron had turned off their GPS beacons when they found Keira’s comm.

“Okay,” Axton said. “You’re sure you’re in a secure location?”

“Yes,” Kell replied. “What have you figured out on the inside?”

Axton exhaled, the sound carrying over. “It’s a fucking nightmare here. We started questioning Morgan earlier. Everything went to hell. I don’t what’s going on, but it’s like he became another person overnight.”

“Was he involved?” Kell asked.

“I can’t believe he wasn’t at this point. He can’t for his time. His comm showed numerous communications with unidentified sources, but he denies having anything to do with it.”

“Any luck tracing the calls?

“No, the transmissions were coded. I’ve got a team on it now.”

Kell nodded, not that Axton could see him. In the distance Theron was assisting Keira with washing her hair in the small stream that cut down the mountain. “What about Catina?”

Axton snorted. “Yeah, she was involved all right, buckled when Thorn mentioned Morgan, and said he’d fingered her.”

“What role did she play?” Kell asked.

“She was the one that placed the damn remote bomb on Keira’s jet,” Axton said. “Apparently, from her statement, she claimed Morgan set her up to it. I guess she’s been having an ongoing fling with him and Guymon. But Morgan denies her claims also. So, Catina could have acted alone, you know, a jealous lover, revenge.”

“Or maybe not,” Kell replied, seeing the evidence stack up. That was the least of his concern though. Keira was naked a few yards away and Theron was having all the fun. “We’ll rendezvous at daybreak.” He followed with their exact coordinates.

“Keep her safe, and we’ll see you in the morning.”

“Roger that,” Kell said and ended the transmission.

Water flowed down the valley, moving through the cracks and crevices, tumbling over rocks, creating a peaceful setting. Lush trees provided shade, their leaves fluttering in the light breeze. Keira was with Theron in a nature made pool where the land leveled off. The heat was waning as the afternoon had sun shifted to the west. It was still hot, though, and the water looked damn inviting as Kell approached.

Standing there in waist-deep water, Keira wrung water from her clean hair. Light filtering from above shone down on her tanned body, making the droplets of water trickling down look like diamonds.

“Come on in, the water feels fantastic,” Keira called to Kell and splashed Theron.

Kell sat down on a large rock to take off his boots. He was sweaty and miserably hot, and no doubt he leaned on the unpleasant side of scent after hiking for hours. Sweet giggles warmed his heart as Theron swept her up in his arms and teased her by hanging her head toward the water. Her body seemed so delicate against Theron’s.

“I’ll do it. I’ll dunk you under,” Theron warned and dipped Keira’s head toward the water.

Keira squealed and laughed, kicking her feet.

Pausing, Kell just watched, almost sure Keira hadn’t stopped much over the years to enjoy simple pleasures. He could almost be certain she hadn’t laughed as much or smiled as much for that matter. Life was really too short, he thought, and made a promise to try in every way to slow down and take time for the things in life most important to him. This moment was one of them, just a simple pleasure. A heartwarming experience that couldn’t be bought or created.

He felt his chest swell with pride and also anguish. The woman he had waited for all these years was in front of him. Keira had let go of the world, responsibilities, and was finding fun in three feet of water. He dared guess how rare this was for her. And Theron? Kell was in awe. The guy always seemed to be on a mission, never slowing down. Theron deserved this, needed this.

“Are you coming in or not?” Keira asked when she noticed Kell watching them.

“I’m coming,” Kell said and stood up.

Keira splashed him with water. “Hurry up!”

Kell dropped his uniform on the rock and slipped his underwear off. Just being out of his clothing was refreshing enough. He stepped down into the pool, his feet tender on the rocky bottom. The water was cool and he could feel his core temperature begin to drop. Heaven, he thought as he squatted down and allowed the water to flow around his chest.

“Here, better wash up while you’re at it,” Theron said and tossed a bottle of soap to him.

“Yikes!” Keira squealed when Theron turned his attention back to her, splashing her with waves of water.

Simply gorgeous.

Keira’s smile was wide and laughter erupted from her lungs. She dodged Theron, trudging through the shallow pool, trying to get away and fell, laughing when she did.

“Gotcha!” Theron scooped her up and they shared a moment, breaths rasping, eyes connecting. Theron trudged through the water and sat Keira down on a large flat rock, immediately kissing her, and cradled her face in his hands.

A whimper echoed in the enclosed valley. Keira reached out and took Theron’s dick in her hand, teasing him. Kell continued to wash, a little faster and with more enthusiasm. Theron growled and stood up, his cock becoming erect. Keira laughed and her face lit up with enjoyment. “I didn’t realize it would be this easy.”

Theron looked down at her with a solemn expression. “Baby, it will always be ready for you whenever you want.”

She lifted a brow, her black lashes batting, and leaned down, keeping her eyes locked with Theron’s as she flicked her tongue over the head of his prick. Theron hissed and smoothed her wet hair out of her face, intently watching her. She was enjoying teasing him, lightly licking, dragging her tongue down the length of him.

“Baby, baby, don’t tease.” Theron chuckled and all the muscles of his abdomen flexed.

That statement made her grin wider. Keira was working Theron over, seeing how far she could push his control. “Sorry, but you’re so lickable,” she teased, gently lapping her tongue under the sensitive tip. “Mmm, yeah, you’re like a tasty popsicle.”

“I don’t know about that, but if you don’t suck it, I’m going to fuck you with it, princess.”

Kell stood up, lathering the soap, his prick already saluting him. He watched, fascinated at Keira’s playful nature. She simply giggled and continued on,

pushing Theron to make good on his threat. It wouldn’t take long. Theron had the patience of a pissed-off badger. When Keira pulled his cock down and let go, allowing it to fling up like a catapult, Theron lost it.

“That’s it,” Theron said and pushed Keira’s back to the rock and wedged his hips between her thighs. “Now you’re gonna get it.” He trapped her hands above her head and plunged inside her, causing her to cry out. He pulsed in and out of her, hissing between clenched teeth, his body flexing, muscles tightening, pouring all his energy into his hips.

“Yesss!” Keira whimpered, obviously getting what she wanted, and it was apparent by her smile, the way she arched her back, tongue skimming over her lips.

Kell moved through the water, palming his cock, anxiously awaiting his turn. Their woman could bring them to attention in seconds. She had that kind of control over them, and Kell loved that she did. Watching Theron deliver what she wanted, pulling heart-stopping moans from her lungs was almost more than Kell could take. They had worried sick over her, feared the worst. He should have known Keira was tougher than they gave her credit for.

“Baby, I worried too much today,” Theron said between sharp breaths. “Fuck!” He stilled, impaling himself deep inside her, groaning as his release took him under.

“I’m sorry you were worried, but wow!” Keira sounded breathless and stroked Theron’s back when he released her hands. “I might tease you more often.”

Theron kissed her and grinned. “It may be the death of us both.”

Kell nudged Theron to get out of the way. His body was tense from the stress of the day, the worry, and anguish of witnessing Keira’s jet falling from the sky, terrified he’d never see her again. He grabbed her leg, motioning for her to turn over. She smiled innocently at him and got on her hands and knees, wiggling her ass in front of him. He smacked the cheek of her ass and she yelped.

The sunlight shining down upon them highlighted Keira’s wet entrance. Kell needed no more invitation, and grabbed her hips, positioning himself.

“I need you, Kell,” Keira said and pushed herself back to him.

Heaven, Kell thought, sinking into her hot channel. Her pussy gripped him tight, a wash of pure pleasure evident on her face. Kell now understood what Theron was going through and knew without a doubt he wouldn’t last long either. Emotion welled in Kell’s stomach, happiness abounding, so glad they had found her safe. He didn’t know what he’d do without her in his life now, no matter how brief their relationship had been. Keira had a hold of his heart and he prayed she’d never let go.

“I need you more than you’ll ever know.” Kell wrapped his arms around her stomach and held her tight. He slowed down his pace, not wanting the moment to end, fearful of how their lives might change when they got back to the base the next morning. Nuzzling her neck, Kell committed to memory how she smelled, the intoxicating scent of her skin, and how it felt to hold her in his arms. If the CO couldn’t see the love he had for her and chose someone else, he’d be a fool, and Kell would be broken.

Worry nagged at his heart and fueled his hips. He pulled Keira upright, pumping harder, sucking her neck like an uncontrolled barbarian. Keira moaned and clutched his arms, nuzzling her head against his. They were panting, pushing their bodies toward Nirvana. Kell’s mind buzzed and his throbbing dick twitched inside her. He reached down and strummed her clit. “Come for me, beautiful.”

Keira gasped and her inner walls locked around him. “Kell!”

Roaring with his release, Kell was a mixed bag of emotions. Anger dwelled in his gut, along with fear and love. No way in hell would he ever allow someone else to claim her… ever.

CHAPTER 13

This was home, but it felt odd for Keira to hear the click of her boots on the steel structure. She felt like an intruder, waiting, hands clasped at her sides, ready for something else to come her way. Kell and Theron flanked her, close to her sides, giving her the extra courage she needed. Out of all the people she would expect to want to harm her, Morgan and Catina were last on her list, but she still couldn’t truly believe Morgan was capable of the scheme.

When she had left the day before, Morgan had attacked her in her office, trying to claim her. Although he had tried to claim her years previous, Morgan hadn’t been so forceful, so ruthless. It was almost like he had morphed into a different person. And then there was Catina. They had been classmates, endured the rigorous NWO training together. Keira had thought they were friends, only to find out now that Catina was the one who had placed the remote bomb on her wing.

There was also the matter of the five in her fleet who had requested transfer, giving her unmarried status as a reason. That still made her scoff and her face wrinkle up with annoyance. What had she done all this time to make people despise her so? Was she not an effective leader? She wasn’t cruel or insincere. She had an open door policy, available to them day or night. Most had gone to flight training with her, studied with her, and had mock dogfights with her. She'd thought they respected her. She thought they were friends, a family, and an NWO family. Some were her juniors, younger by a year or two and she had acted as a mentor, helping them, giving advice. Her head was a mess of jumbledup indecision. The ones she'd thought she could trust with her life hated her.

“I can’t go in there.” Keira pulled back from the door when they approached.

“What? Why?” Kell asked, stopping to listen.

“I don’t know who I can trust anymore,” she itted. “I know I can trust you and Theron, my brothers, my sister, but—” She shook her head. “Five of my flight wanted transfers. Catina put a bomb on my wing, and someone within the NWO gave the patriots my location.”

Theron pulled her close and smiled down at her. “Baby, yes, you can trust us, but you’d be surprised to know how dedicated your squadron tirelessly searched for you.”

“All of them? Minus the five?” she asked. All included everyone, and if five were so desperate to get out from under her command, she couldn’t see them searching for her.

“All.” Kell grinned with a toothy smile.

Keira almost lost her breath. “Are you kidding?”

Kell shook his head. “No, baby. I’ve talked with Axton quite a bit.”

A tear streamed down her cheek and she couldn’t help it. Her stomach bottomed out and a new sense of joy filled her. “So, they don’t hate me?”

Theron chuckled. “Quite the opposite. They love you.”

Keira fell against Kell and grabbed Theron’s hand, pulling him close. “I thought I had failed them. I thought I had failed the NWO, my duty, my position.”

“Come on,” Theron said as he pulled back. “I think you need to see what you mean to your crew.”

The door opened and cheers abounded as Keira stepped in. They immediately saluted, all going to attention. Keira cried between bouts of nervous laughter, her smile stretching wide. She motioned for them to relax, her voice catching. “At ease,” she croaked and held her stomach.

“How about, everyone at fucking relax!” Theron shouted and everyone cheered.

Keira couldn’t contain the overwhelming feeling. Faces of friends, comrades, and dedicated soldiers touched her. She wiped her tears away, smiling as she did so, and rushed into the arms of her squad.

Arms enveloped her, hugging, praising, and welcoming her home. She hugged back with vigor, pulling each and every one tight against her, thanking them for their service, for caring, and most of all for being her family.

“Lieutenant!” shouted Walters. “So glad you’re back!”

Their bodies swayed, all converging together. Keira was crushed somewhat under the weight, but didn’t care. She moved from one to another, hugging, pulling them close, and letting them know what they meant to her.

“She’s too tough to be patriot bait,” someone shouted.

“Hey, let me in!”

The revelry was short-lived when someone yelled, “Officer on deck!”

Everyone immediately swiveled, facing toward the entering door. Keira stood still, heart pounding. Her father and his entourage entered, minus one, plus three.

“At ease!” her father said with a bright smile on his face. “Hell, at play!”

Cheers abounded again as Keira sprinted toward her family. She hugged each of them, kissing them, knowing her life wouldn’t be complete without them, all of them.

“Keira, we’re so happy, so relieved,” her mother Fallon said with tears streaming down her cheeks.

Keira hugged her mother again, so overcome she sobbed. She broke away and took a ragged breath. She looked at Gwen, her grin becoming wider. “Gwen,” she said and pulled her sister to her. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”

Gwen laughed, melodious and sincere. “I protocol and code words.”

Keira gazed at her sister, all blazing with her glorious orange hair. “Yes, you do.”

“Oh, honey, I worried sick,” Cassian said and yanked her to his chest and held her.

Her father, Sloan, motioned for everyone to quiet down, hushing them with his hands. Keira turned and grasped Gwen’s hand and squeezed. Chloe rushed over and hugged her side. Their mother smiled as she slid next to her father. When the room quieted, the CO cleared his throat.

Keira held Chloe and pressed her lips to Chloe’s forehead. “Love you, honey.”

Keira was fearful, sort of expectant, hoping, and somewhat not ready. She waited with nervousness for her father, Sloan, to speak.

“A lot of rumors have been going around,” Sloan said and chuckled. “I sort of thought Keira would never find a husband. I almost believed it an impossible quest.”

Everyone laughed and a few whistles erupted.

“I suppose miracles do occur,” he teased. “She came to me a few days ago, reporting of her iration of two men.”

More whistles and laughter.

He smiled and shook his head. “Yeah, I know. I didn’t believe it possible either!”

Keira felt her cheeks heat up as the enthusiasm seemed to grow. Thorn pulled her to his side and hugged her. Axton used his knuckles to scrub the top of her head as if she were still his kid sister. She slapped at his hand, earning more enjoyment from the crowd.

“My little girl.” Sloan paused and corrected. “My eldest daughter has fallen in love.”

A loud “Awwww” swept throughout the room.

Keira covered her face, embarrassed as hell.

Kell and Theron came to her rescue and Keira grinned, feeling her heart pound. They stood a few feet away, handsome and knowing, wide grins on their faces.

“Each and every one of you is invited to us in a remarkable celebration,” Sloan said. “One week from today, my oldest, my really eldest daughter,” he emphasized to laughter, “will the ranks, a married woman, and most importantly, a woman in love.”

Kell and Theron walked closer, beaming white smiles, relief written all over

their faces. Keira sprinted toward them, jumping into their waiting arms.

“Did you hear that?” she asked, full of energy, relief, and excitement.

“I knew your father wasn’t a fool,” Kell said, lifting her off the ground, and twirled her around.

When Kell put her down, Keira launched herself into Theron’s arms. He peppered her mouth with kisses and chuckled. “I won’t have to hurt anyone now,” he said and winked at her.

“You’d do that for me?” she asked, teasing really.

“I’d do anything for you.”

After a much deserved lunch fit for a queen, Keira said her goodbyes, and thanks to everyone that began to trickle out. The excitement was over, she was home and safe, everyone had been well fed, and now the day was coming to a close with the sun shifting toward the west.

“Not to ruin the evening of celebration,” Thorn whispered in Keira’s ear. “We still have a matter of proving that Morgan was in on the kidnapping plot.”

Keira nodded, allowing those who were left to revel in each other’s company. It wasn’t just her coming home safe, but it was a victory for the NWO as well. Her

squad had played a role in her rescue, protecting the boundaries without pause, searching for her. She turned to Kell and Theron. “Thorn needs me, I’ll be back.”

Both nodded, but were questioning her departure. Thorn led her out into the corridor and wrapped his arm around her shoulder.

“It’s good to have you home,” Thorn said. “If it weren’t for Iverson and Darroch —no, I can’t go there,” he said and pulled her close.

“Love you, too.” She looked up at him. “You think maybe I couldn’t have got out on my own?”

Thorn chuckled. “A band of patriots against you? Yeah, my bets would be on you.”

“Awww, that’s so sweet, Thorn.” Keira held on to his waist as they walked down the corridor.

When they reached to door for the containment room, Thorn stopped. “I’m hoping you can help. Uh, given your, uh—”

Keira raised a brown, questioning him. “My what?”

Thorn huffed out a breath and shook his head. “I’ve worked with Morgan for years. He is uh, well, let’s just say he doesn’t seem to be himself.”

“How do you mean?” Keira asked. “You would know him better than me.”

“That’s the problem,” Thorn said. “To look at him I see Morgan, but it isn’t the same Morgan I know, not even close.”

Keira shrugged. “And how do you think I can help? Maybe he lost his marbles.”

“Nah, I don’t think so,” Thorn replied. “He’s too clear headed and too quick to respond.”

“Fine. What do I need to do?” she asked and cringed at the thought.

“Well, I sort of hoped if he saw you he might show some emotion, maybe show us what he has been hiding. You know, he applied with Guymon for you. I’m wondering if knowing you were seeing Iverson and Darroch didn’t drive him over the edge.”

Keira disagreed. Morgan was an idiot, but he was a focused idiot, and definitely not one who would harm her. Well, she didn’t think he was capable of that until he surprised her. “He was acting strange,” Keira itted, but didn’t add what had happened to the conversation.

“Well something is going on. I’m not sure if he needs mental help or a prison. Catina said the two of them planned to down your jet together. Morgan still denies the claim.”

“And what about a lie detection test?” she asked.

“See, that’s the problem. We tested Morgan and his test proved he was telling the truth,” Thorn said and seemed stumped by it.

“So someone is lying, yet able to deceive that system?” she asked, unable to believe such a human could exist.

Thorn nodded. “It would seem so.”

“Let me have a crack at him,” Keira said, suddenly determined, wanting to do anything to put an end to the whole mess.

Thorn used the identification pad on the wall and the door opened. He motioned for Keira to enter ahead of him.

Inside, Morgan was seated at a table, his hands tethered on top of the table by laser nets.

“Keira, you’re okay.” Morgan sounded full of relief.

He looked the same. Keira sat down across from him. He smiled and his eyes shone with affection. “I was so worried.” He sighed and closed his eyes for

moment.

“Were you a part of the scheme to crash my jet?” she asked.

He opened his eyes, aghast with question. “I love you, always have. Why would I do such a thing?”

“Strike one,” Keira said. “The Morgan I know doesn’t love anyone. He cares for people. There’s a difference.”

He shook his head. “When I thought I’d never see you again I realized what you meant to me. I did everything I could. I reacted, immediately sending a rescue unit out to your location.”

“While feeding the patriots information of my whereabouts?” she asked.

“No! Why would I do that? I’d do anything for you!”

“Tell me, Morgan,” Keira asked, fully aware now, seeing with her eyes the Morgan she recognized on the outside, but sensing more, knowing her eyes were deceiving her. Morgan never itted to loving anyone, not even his mother. In fact, since she’d known him, he’d never said the word love once. “Where did we first have sex?”

He looked appalled. “Are you kidding me?”

Keira rolled her eyes and sighed. “Humor me.”

“My apartment.”

“Wrong,” she said.

“Come on! You’re asking about something that happened years ago.”

Keira nodded; she’d give him that much. “A while back, we ran into each other in the hall. What did you say to me?”

Morgan chuckled and his blue eyes lit up with amusement. “Keira, really?”

She didn’t respond and just stared at him. The Morgan she knew could recite every word of every sentence he’d ever said. He could also dictate verbatim an entire speech he’d given. The Morgan she knew could also recite every word she muttered during sex, she knew, because he’d done so, many times.

“Stand up,” she said.

“What? Why?” he asked.

“I said stand up.”

He glared in response. “I think you’re mistaken. I outrank you.”

“Not when you’re under arrest you don’t,” she replied, more sure now than ever. She wasn’t talking to Morgan, but who in the hell was he? “I said stand up!”

He stood, arms in front of him, wrists shacked by blue light. He could do no more than stoop over.

“What now?” he asked, a smug smile playing on his lips.

“Thorn!” she barked and Thorn came in. Keira pointed. “Pull his pants down.”

Thorn crinkled his brows, questioning her with his expression. “And why would I be doing this?” he asked, walking around behind Morgan.

“Because Morgan has a mole on his left cheek, and also because I want to humiliate this asshole.”

“I’ll have your ass, your rank!” the man shouted. “I’m your superior officer!”

Thorn stood behind him, hands in the air, waiting.

“Pull those fucking pants down!” Keira demanded.

“Don’t you dare! If you value your positions, don’t you continue with this nonsense!”

Thorn gave a firm pull, leaving Morgan naked from the waist down.

“You’ll pay for this! You’ll pay for insulting a superior!”

Keira doubted that. She walked around behind him as he jerked at the restraints. “No mole. Huh, see, the Morgan I know has this little mole on his cheek. You don’t seem to have one.”

“You fucking slut. Only a slut would know something like that!” he roared.

“Morgan would never utter that word,” she spoke calmly. Morgan had said a lot of things, but he never condemned a woman with such a foul word. Bitch maybe, but not slut.

“I’ll skewer both your asses. Just wait. You’ll be begging for my mercy,” he continued to shout and jerk at the restraints holding him.

Thorn glanced at Keira. He gave her the look, the one that begged what now?

Keira had a bond with Thorn, and they used that bond, their looks and subtle glances communicating clearly their intentions. Thorn played along.

“Hey, Thorn, that game we used to play?” Keira asked.

“I hope you’re talking about the truth or punishment game. Damn, I loved that game,” Thorn said, and Keira tried not to laugh.

“That’s the one,” she said, shutting off her smile when she walked back around to face Morgan, or the fake Morgan. How that was possible was a mystery. He sure as hell sounded like Morgan. Either Morgan had lost his fucking mind, and a mole, or they had a doppelganger on their hands. “We better call in a medic. I'd hate to torture him without sterilized equipment.”

“Wow, that good, huh?” Thorn asked. “At what location?”

Keira grinned and leaned over the table, eye to eye with the man shackled there. “I call this game, My Penis Knows Best.”

“Don’t you dare, you psycho bitch!”

“Huh, such language. I can’t wait to hear what you say when I put a hot rod in your urethra,” Keira said calmly and studied her nails as if bored.

Thorn looked surprised, nodding behind the man with a smile on his face. Of

course Keira wouldn’t do anything of the nature, but she was pushing to flush out the truth. The man in front of her was not Morgan, which begged an even bigger question: where was Morgan? And just who in the hell was this guy?

On his comm Thorn sounded official, calling to the medic on duty. His tone was clear and concise. The medic stalled before he replied with a resounding, “Yes, sir.”

“Minutes, maybe less,” Thorn said, walking around and standing next to Keira. “You know, we did this one, as kids of course.” He looked at Keira and smiled. “ that? Dexter had been stealing the snacks from our fort?”

Keira nodded, smiling with a hint of evilness added in. “Yeah, that little punk. He said he didn’t do it, but we knew, didn’t we?”

“Wasn’t that the best time? When he finally confessed? Of course he couldn’t pee for weeks.” He laughed. “The medics had to put in a catheter.”

“That’s right!” Keira giggled. “Did he ever regain use of it? I mean, it still worked, right?”

“You know, I’m not sure,” Thorn said, still laughing. “Serves him right though.”

“You two are fucking twisted!” the man shouted, still standing with his pants down.

Keira shrugged and glanced at Thorn. “I guess twisted runs in the family.”

The door opened and the medic entered, pushing a cart covered with a white cloth.

“You ed the torch?” Thorn asked. “We can’t heat the rod without it.”

The medic fell into the play. “Of course, sir.”

“Just like old times, ‘eh sis?” Thorn asked, nudging her in the side with his elbow.

Keira smiled. “Oh yeah, just like old times.”

“You’re sick. You know that?” The man struggled. “You can’t do this. This is torture.”

“You say torture, I say potato,” Keira said.

Thorn pulled back the cloth, a little slow, almost as if worried the props he needed weren’t there. A rod lay underneath with antiseptic beside it, swabs laid out surgically. The medic reached down and pulled a small handheld torch from underneath. “You’ll need this,” he said, clicking the igniting button, a blue flame shooting from the nozzle.

Thorn picked up the rod and began to put it in the flame when Keira halted them. “Wait, we haven’t sterilized the area yet!”

“Sterilization sort of takes the fun out of it,” Thorn complained.

The man was crying, yanking at the manacles holding him. He looked so pathetic with his pants around his knees. “I’m not Morgan,” he cried out. “I’m not him!”

Keira grabbed the antiseptic and poured it onto a swab. “I knew that. Morgan is sporting a black eye. I should know, I gave it to him. So tell me, where would the real Morgan be?”

CHAPTER 14

One week later…

“Wow,” Gwen said and stood back, iring Keira with an amazed expression.

“What is it?” Keira asked, suddenly feeling self-conscious, and turned to glance at her reflection.

Chloe beamed and rushed to Keira’s side. “You look amazing!”

Keira pulled her kid sister into a hug. “I love you, sweetie.”

“My, my, my,” Keira’s mother, Fallon said, and held her fingertips to her mouth and fanned herself with her other hand. “I never thought I’d see the day.”

“Isn’t that the understatement of the century?” Gwen chimed in and became embarrassed when they all stared at her. “What? Come on.”

Keira stopped herself mid eye roll. Gwen was on target, but Keira wasn’t about to take offense to her banter, not today anyway.

“Someday I hope I’m lucky enough to find husbands like you, Keira,” Chloe said and Keira held her tighter, fearful of Chloe’s future, and what was in store for her.

“Well, since we all know Keira is a closet romantic, reading historical books of customs and fantasy, I thought we’d start a custom of our own, borrowing of course from history,” Fallon began. “The world has changed, grown, encountered devastation, and rebuilt time and time again. But,” she said with a smile, “one aspect of the human race always stays constant, and it’s an undying, unyielding force. It’s the heart of the people, and our will to overcome that makes us so remarkable.” She opened a box. Inside was a heart-shaped diamond necklace and Keira gasped. The mineral had become rare and expensive.

“You shouldn’t have,” Keira said and couldn’t bring herself to accept it.

Fallon laughed. “This is worth millions of units, but before you believe we could afford something so lavish, know this, it isn’t new. In fact, this necklace was owned by a maternal great grandmother, going back hundreds of years.”

“What? I mean, where did this come from? I love it, but—”

“And the history geek is in?” Gwen tilted her head to the side and offered a goofy frown.

Fallon smiled and looked at the fragile box. “It has been in the family vault, ed down generation after generation.” She had a sentimental expression and wiped a tear away. “This small relic of the past has survived so much, endured much, just as the human race has, and it stands as a testimony of strength.”

Keira felt her hands shake. “Mother, that is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever

heard.”

Gwen curled up her lip. “Seriously? I’d sell that rock and be set for life.”

Keira, Chloe, and Fallon all looked at Gwen.

“Well, I would,” Gwen replied and shrugged her shoulders.

Fallon snorted. “And that’s the exact reason I would never give it to you, darling.”

“Doesn’t honesty count for something?” Gwen asked.

Fallon patted Gwen on the arm. “Of course it does, honey.”

“Mother, I’m speechless,” Keira said as her mother clasped the necklace around her neck.

“Take good care of it and it down to one who knows its true value, the value that can’t be determined by units, but what’s here,” she said and patted the left side of her chest over her heart.

“I need a drink,” Gwen complained.

“Oh, it’s beautiful, Keira,” Chloe said and bounced in front of her. “You’re beautiful.”

“Okay, that takes care of the something old thing,” Fallon said and turned her attention to Gwen. “And what is your gift? , we are building a new tradition here, a special one for Keira.”

Gwen smiled. “Well, my gift cannot compare, but it comes from the heart.” She held a shiny silver wrapped box, tied with a magenta bow. “I know you get your kicks from old books. You said something once about the smell of the paper and how you liked to feel the pages ripple under your fingers.”

Keira beamed. “A real book?”

Gwen waved her hand. “Before you go getting all excited, it’s new. I had to have it printed. So, I guess this could go into the something new, Keira is a geek custom.” She shook her head. “I hope you like it.”

Keira pulled the box open and snorted.

“I knew you wouldn’t like it,” Gwen complained.

Keira giggled. “Gwen, this is perfect! And, it’s a real life book!” She pulled it out and stared at the brightly colored cover. “When Three’s a Crowd.”

“Hey, it’ll happen,” Gwen replied. “No doubt about it.”

Keira was still giggling as she curled the book in her hands and flipped the pages. A hum sounded while her fingertips tingled. “I love it!”

Chloe stood in front of Keira, looking a little nervous. In her hand she held a small box. “As boring as I find your history talk, I wanted to make this day one you’d forever. We all worked together to give you the fairy tale history geek wedding.”

“Am I a geek?” Keira asked and looked at each of them. They all responded with a solemn nod.

“Anyway, Mother had to help me locate one of these,” Chloe said and nervously smiled.

Opening the box, Keira grinned, only seeing one as an image on screen. It was a penny, a simple coin, the lowest denomination of coinage some thousand years previous. Paper money and coins had come to a halt in the year 2030. Upgrades in technology had rendered them useless and the need for metals eventually called for their recycling. Only rare examples existed, found in the soil at times, old excavations sites and such. They were basically worthless, yet to Keira, worth so much more.

“I guess history is kind of interesting,” Chloe itted.

“Well, take off your shoe.” Fallon insisted. “Let’s honor the old and embrace the new.”

Emotion was taking its toll. Keira tried to hold back the onslaught of tears that threatened to fall. Her family knew her, loved her, and was there to help make the occasion not only special, but one she’d never forget.

“I don’t know what to say. Thank you,” Keira said, rubbing her lips together for a moment and jiggled in place. She turned to stare at the mirror. Her silver halter top dress draped down, hugging her body, crystals shimmering in the light. A length of fabric trailed behind her, embellished with hundreds of sparkling stones. She felt feminine and pretty, a rare occurrence, more so today than ever.

Once upon a time, Keira had lived in a fairy tale world where knights rescued damsels in distress, where men of honor sought to find a woman to love and cherish. She had once believed the fantasy nothing more, a story for young girls, bedtime stories told to bring sweet dreams where dragons breathed fire, and men fought valiantly. The times had changed, and while not perfect, Keira knew deep in her heart that knights still reigned, and her knights would charge into the battlefield wearing black uniforms, armed with the latest technology, protecting the masses, and her heart.

“She is off in another world,” Gwen complained.

Keira shook her head and smiled at her reflection. “No, I’m here in this one.”

****

Morgan’s face looked rough, blackened eyes, and a fat lip as he shook Theron’s hand then Kell’s. “I wish you the best of luck and happiness,” he said, but didn’t sound sincere.

Theron nodded. He still hated the man, whether it was his crazy twin brother or not. He sort of felt sorry for the guy, in an I-sort-of-care-but-not-so-much kind of way. Theron knew that Morgan and Keira had once been intimate and that was enough for him. The order given when Keira went down was not from Morgan, from what Theron understood, but rather from his identical twin, Maddox.

No one had ever heard of Maddox. Not even those closest to Morgan knew of him, Theron had learned over the past week. Morgan and Maddox had come from a shanty town in the wastelands at the age of fourteen, much like himself. The brothers were both deemed healthy, ing the NWO requirements with flying colors. The two of them began training, excelling, and both advancing above and beyond expectations. But four years in, Theron learned, Maddox developed a mental illness. He displayed wild behavior, becoming violent, thereby making him unacceptable for the NWO. Maddox was discharged from training and sent back to the wastelands. Morgan continued on, climbing the ranks, achieving, showing great promise, and graduating at the top of his class.

He’s still a dick.

What was less known was what happened to Maddox after his dismissal from NWO training. He had disappeared for sixteen years, only to reappear, posing as Morgan. When he confessed during what Theron had heard was an enlightening meeting, Maddox itted to taking over as Morgan, and hiding his brother away. Morgan was located hours later in a slum on the southern edge of

Borderline, bound and gagged in a chair.

Testimony from Morgan had put everything into perspective. Morgan hadn’t seen his brother since he was dismissed from the NWO, ashamed and fearful they would retest him and reject him as well, and had cut the ties to his old life. Morgan continued with his training, apparently working harder than before, trying to prove himself, and that he managed.

Theron still hated him, but respected the hell out of him as well. No, he thought, he really hated him.

Kell shook Morgan’s hand, standing dapper as hell in his uniform. “Thank you for coming, Morgan.”

Theron looked away, trying not to sour his mood. He couldn’t help it, Morgan and the identical Morgan, er Maddox, had both harmed Keira in some way, shape or form, and he didn’t like it. He shook his head, glad when he walked away. Today was about life. It was about love, about finding a woman that completed him and Kell in more ways than one. This day they’d marry together, forever, with a woman who had captured their hearts and minds.

Kell nudged Theron and motioned toward the end of the tarmac. Set up there, high above the landscape below, was a dais. A gentle breeze blew over Theron’s face as the rays of the setting sun showered the base in a soft orange glow. They took their positions, each dressed in their NWO uniforms.

“Aren’t you glad we didn’t rush in like fools and just claim Keira? This is what she always wanted.”

“I’d do anything for her. You know that,” Theron replied. He inhaled a deep breath and smiled. “She was worth the wait.”

Keira’s fathers, Sloan and Cassian, entered with Keira between them. Theron’s heart stopped momentarily. His soon-to-be wife looked stunning. The faint rays of the sun kissed her bronze skin. Thousands of crystals sparkled and shimmered, creating a soft halo effect around her. A breeze teased her brown locks, leaving her bare neck open for him to view. Soon his unity collar would be there, next to Kell’s. Keira would be forever theirs for the world to see.

Keira smiled at them as she walked forward, the world around her ceasing to exist. She seemed so small and delicate between her fathers, but the woman was anything but delicate. Keira was a chameleon, adapting to the world around her, changing when need be, fire and ice, a soldier and a woman.

“Blazing asteroids,” Kell whispered. “What a sight.”

Theron was awestruck. “Damn right.”

When Keira stepped up, Kell and Theron took her hands. Underneath the veil of thick black lashes Keira’s brown eyes were glossy. She blinked as she squeezed their hands, apparent nervousness setting in.

“We’ve got your back, Keira. Always,” Theron said and she smiled up at him.

“So you’ll catch me when I fall?”

Kell pulled her hand to his mouth and kissed it. “Every time.”

“Keira, I will love, honor, and cherish you, forever,” Theron said, and felt his hand tremble while holding his silver unity collar. “Today we start our lives together. I am deeply honored to become your husband and look forward to a long and very happy life with you,” he continued and Keira turned around to face the audience.

Theron wrapped his collar around her neck. “You own my heart and my mark is a symbol of my love, my devotion to you.”

Closing her eyes, Keira was smiling. Theron clicked the ends together and they fused, forever bonding her to him. Theron dipped down and softly kissed her cheek. “Mine,” he said, his lips curving into a grin.

Keira stared up at him and caressed his cheek. “Forever.”

Kell lightly cleared his throat and Theron suppressed a chuckle.

“Keira.” Kell spoke. “I promise to love, honor, and cherish you. I ask that you wear my mark as a symbol of my love for you. I am a fool to the wiles of your heart.”

“My poet,” Keira whispered.

With his gold unity collar in hand, Kell lifted it and wrapped the unit around Keira’s neck.

When it was Keira’s turn, she stopped and regarded them for a moment, brushing a tear away, choked up with emotion. She took a deep breath and grinned. “The art of chivalry and romance is not dead among men in this new age. Tales of knights, of damsels in distress, are not stories of yesterday, but today. Truth and honor, strength and devotion, traits of men I now look upon, proudly stand stoic in uniforms of black. Your steed is an eagle, your weapon is your heart, loving me despite my flaws, and coming to my rescue when I needed you the most. I was lost and hopeless, wondering how I fit in the world fate chose for me. Knights in shining armor are not merely tales, but characteristics of men I proudly wear unity collars of.” Keira affectionately gazed at Theron, then Kell.

Theron nodded, his stomach light, heart warm, loving the words and praise she had given. Keira knew the man inside the shell, the man who covered his insecurities with sarcasm. She beckoned the best part of him out, the gentle soul, a man who sought love, and yearned more than anything to give love.

“Wear my unity collar as a sign of my love and devotion to you, Theron,” Keira said and Theron knelt down so she could reach up and circle her arms around his neck.

Keira wetted her lips, smiling and taking a shaky breath, and Theron groaned inside. His new wife had a way of turning him on with the most innocent of gestures. She gently connected the ends of the gold and silver collar, forever fusing the ends together in a continuous circle.

Married. Theron had once believed this day would never come. Patience was not a virtue for him, but one he was happy to endure this lesson for. Standing before him was the woman he had waited his whole life for, his damsel, his soldier.

****

Kell grinned as he waited his turn. Keira had no idea how happy she made him. She knew nothing of the times he'd worried that he and Theron would never find a woman worthy of both their affections. He was certain such a blessed creature couldn’t exist for them. Here she was, though, eyes shiny, holding back impending tears. Blazing asteroids, she was a vision. The sleek fabric molded to her body and accentuated her curves. A plunging neckline V’d between her breasts, tantalizing his eyes with a subtle hint of her bronze skin.

More than pride was evident, Kell worried, and prayed to the gods no one noticed his semi-erection. Theron’s sweaty socks. Mother cooking breakfast. Father tending to his flowers in his underwear. The random thoughts weren’t helping. Nothing stood a chance against his racing libido. All he could think of was how powerful his feelings for Keira were, and how enticingly sexy she looked right at that very moment.

Keira fumbled with his unity collar and Theron helped her. In the front row, Gwen was grinning, covering her mouth. She pointed at Kell’s crotch, careful to not let anyone see her do it. Kell sidestepped behind Keira, blocking his impromptu hard on. Where was a diversion when he needed one?

“Ooops.” Keira softly giggled and straightened her posture. “Got it.” She turned to Kell and offered a loving smile. “Sorry,” she whispered. Becoming more

serious, she held the ends of the collar in her fingertips. “Wear this as a sign of my love and devotion to you, Kell.”

“Forever,” Kell said and knelt, ready for it, overwhelmed with an array of emotions. The sound of the ends fusing around his neck made him feel alive and more proud than he’d ever felt. Other regions were swollen with pride as well, and he couldn’t for the life of him understand how he so quickly reverted to a horny youth.

Cheers abounded as Keira turned toward the crowd and fell back against Kell, Theron at her side, cradling her hand in his. Before the family could converge on them, or they could get caught up in well wishes and hugs, Kell doubled over, not overly theatrically though.

“I think I’m going to be sick,” Kell whispered to Keira.

She turned, panic stricken. “Oh, Kell, are you okay?”

“Please, take me to the medic to get something,” he asked.

Theron slapped him on the back. “Dude, it’s just a necklace.”

“We’ll be back,” Keira said before leading Kell through the group as he feigned being sick.

A few people offered sympathetic remarks and Kell nodded, trying his best to put on a, I think I’m going to toss up lunch face.

Inside, the corridors were empty, most in attendance out on the tarmac. The onbase medic was located on the first story of the complex. At the elevator, Keira pressed the down pad, and turned her attention to him.

“Oh, Kell, I’m so sorry you’re sick. We’ll get you something right away.”

Damn, she was so cute when she worried. Tiny lines around her eyes appeared and her lips quivered.

“Was it something you ate? Nervousness?” she asked and smacked the identification pad again, urging it to hurry up.

The door opened and Keira hurried inside, tugging on Kell’s hand. When the door shut, the rapid downward movement was halted when Kell stopped the elevator.

“What are you doing?” Keira asked and seemed confused.

Kell lifted her and shoved her against the wall. He pressed his body to hers and inhaled her sweet perfume. “I have to be inside you, now!”

“Oh, you’re not sick,” she said and gasped when he shoved her dress up around

her waist.

“Yes, I am. I’m sick for not waiting to make love to you properly.” He tugged the top of her dress to the side, revealing her breast, and sucked her nipple hard.

“Oh, hell!” she wailed and grasped handfuls of his hair. Her legs wrapped around his waist. She lifted, arching her back, softly moaning while holding his mouth firmly to her chest.

Kell moved to her other breast, his tongue teasing, tracing her tight nub before nipping it with his teeth. Keira gasped and pulled his hair, her long legs squeezing him tight. He frantically kissed over her chest to her neck until he reached her lips, where he kissed her hard and rough. Cupping the cheeks of her ass in his hands, Kell held her easily with his left and stroked her through her lacy panties with the other.

Keira broke their kiss, gasping for air, and rocked her hips. “Kell,” she cried out and held him, eyes focused and glazed over with lust.

“I told you I was sick,” Kell said with a husky tone. “All I could think of was fucking you senseless.”

Keira nodded, panting now.

The lace provided no match and tore when Kell yanked it. Keira was wet and ready, begging for him to touch her. He loved hearing her call out his name,

begging with her drawn-out request. “Please, Kell.”

He swiftly impaled her with two fingers and she cried out, her fingertips digging into his biceps. He couldn’t take it. His cock was rock hard, ready, and needy, so fucking needy. He growled and pumped his fingers into her swollen pussy and stroked her clit with his thumb.

“Yes, faster, please, Kell!” Keira pleaded and screamed out when he complied.

Kell was buzzing on an erotic high, feeling unchained, uninhibited. Keira belonged to him and Theron, but for now, she was all his. “Talk to me, Keira.” He growled with pent-up need. “Tell me what you need, baby.”

“I need you, Kell. I need to come. Dear gods, I need to come!” Keira shouted and wiggled her hips, putting more pressure on his hand. “Then I need to feel you inside me, hard and rough.”

“Damn, baby.” Kell lost his breath. He loved to hear her demand what she needed. “Come for me, come all over my fingers.”

“Yes!” Keira squealed and moaned as her body went rigid. She milked her release, grinning with her eyes closed, chest heaving in and out.

Kell couldn’t wait any longer and reached down, frantically unfastening his pants.

“Oooh, yes. Get that big cock out for me,” Keira said. “I need it. I need it so bad.”

“You’re getting ready to have it. Forgive me now. It’s going to be hard and forceful as hell.”

He plunged inside her a second later, pulling her hips down, maximizing his thrust. He stepped back, forcing Keira to hold herself in position with her back, and shoved her dress up so he could see his cock enter her. Thrust after ruthless thrust, Kell impaled her, wails of ecstasy echoing off the walls. He grunted, muscles straining, shallow breaths erupting, gasping for more oxygen. “Finger that pussy, baby.”

Keira nodded. A smile crept over her lips before she moaned when their bodies slammed together again. Her nimble little fingers strummed her clit and Kell felt her muscles grip his cock tighter.

“Damn, I love that,” Kell whispered. “Tight little cunt gripping my cock. So fucking amazing.”

Her fingers dipped lower, spreading open so his prick slid between them. “And I love your thick cock,” she said, stroking the sides of him when he pulled out and surged back in again. “Oh, yeah,” she said between gasps. “Mmm, harder.”

“Hang on,” Kell ordered and gripped her hips, pumping faster.

“Yes, yes!” Keira cried and her eyes closed, lips parted, beautiful moans of pleasure filling his ears. “I’m close, it’s coming!” she shouted before letting go.

Kell hissed and pulled her body to his, wrapping his arms around her, and filling her with his seed. “I’m going to out,” he said between ragged breaths. “I’m sorry, Keira. I meant to make this day romantic for you.”

Keira giggled and grasped the sides of his head, forcing him to look at her. “Who needs a romantic when I have two hot pilots who give me earth-shattering orgasms?”

He smiled and chuckled. “Well, I don’t want to brag.”

“Well, now that we’ve cured you,” she said, out of breath, and smiled. “We better get this shindig started. The sooner it’s over, the sooner we can get home.”

“Home, huh? Whatever will we do there?” Kell teased.

Keira leaned close to his ear. “I can start by sucking you into a far-off galaxy.”

“Holy starships!”

“Uh huh,” she whispered and flicked her tongue over his earlobe. “Then, the three of us are going to find out how quickly we can destroy a bed.”

“Ooo, you naughty girl,” Kell replied. “Kiss me one last time before we go.”

CHAPTER 15

Emerging from the ladies' room, Keira hoped she didn’t look like a woman who had just been ravished by her husband in an elevator. She hadn't been expecting that, but wow, she was still tingling from head to toe. The moment was one of the hottest experiences of her life. Maybe the reason was the look of pure need in Kell’s eyes. The way he stared at her sent a shiver down her spine. It was a look of lust and love. He desired her so much he needed to be inside her, faking an illness, and leaving a party just so he could be alone with her. The thought almost brought her to happy tears.

“You’re still grinning,” Kell noted when she exited the ladies’ room.

Keira giggled. “You would too if your little kitty was still purring with aftershocks.”

“Little kitty, huh? And did you just say it was purring?” he asked and grinned with pride.

“Oh, yeah,” Keira said and felt her cheeks burn.

Kell swept her up into his arms. “You sexy, ravishing woman, I love you.”

She felt weightless. Kell carried her, his bright blue eyes adoring her. She caressed his cheek and smiled at him. “I love you too, my handsome knight.”

“Stop right there,” came a voice with a heated edge.

Kell and Keira turned to see who was speaking. Kell abruptly stopped. Morgan stood with a gun pointed at them.

“Put her down,” Morgan said, and for a moment, Keira would have believed it was actually Morgan’s crazy brother Maddox, if not for the blackened eye and scuffed-up face.

“Over my dead body,” Kell replied.

“That, my friend, can be arranged.”

“Morgan?” Keira asked, fear choking her up. “Why are you doing this?”

Morgan frowned and his nose flared with anger. “Because, Keira, rightfully you belong to me.”

“Uh, no,” Keira said, her voice becoming sarcastic. She pulled her hair back, revealing her unity collars. “You see these?” she asked and pointed. “These say I belong to Kell and Theron.”

“A problem I plan of ridding you of, I can assure you.”

“Look, Morgan, don’t be stupid and risk your career. Just put down the gun and

leave us,” Kell said in an even and non-threatening tone.

“I cannot do that. Keira was meant to be mine and if wasn’t for her father protecting her, it would have been mine and Guymon’s collars around her neck,” he replied, shaking a little. His eyes darted back and forth, waiting for either of them to come at him.

“And what then, Morgan?” Keira asked and nudged for Kell to put her down.

Kell squeezed her tighter.

“Please, Kell, put me down.”

Kell grumbled but did as she asked, trying to keep her close.

“I don’t love you, never have, and never will,” she said to Morgan. “What kind of life would that have been for us?”

Morgan waved his gun, his hand trembling. “You would have grown to love me. I told you that!” His eyes were wild as he shifted his weight back and forth on his feet, nervous as hell, crazy as hell, too.

“No, Morgan. Love doesn’t work that way. You can’t force it. I care for you, but not as a lover or a wife should,” Keira said, keeping her tone soft and gentle.

“You’re a spoiled bitch,” Morgan snapped.

“That’s it,” Kell shouted and moved in front of Keira. “I’m not playing the crazy game. You will lay down that fucking weapon before I take it from you and shove it up your ass.”

“Don’t come any closer,” Morgan said with a quiver in his voice. “I’d hate to have to kill you, but I will, Iverson. I swear it.”

Keira moved to Kell’s side. Sometimes a woman needed to be a damsel in distress, but not today, not the day of her marriage ceremony. She’d be damned if anyone would ruin this day. Fear made swallowing difficult, but she had had enough of everything.

“Baby, please, stay behind me,” Kell said softly.

“No.” Keira stood her ground. “I will not.”

“Tick, tock, Keira. Come with me or Iverson will die.”

Keira started to walk toward Morgan and Kell grabbed her arm. “Kell,” she said and gave him a look, hoping it conveyed the message she needed him to know.

“Don’t,” Kell growled with warning. His eyes were fixed in a stern glare.

Morgan came closer, chuckling. “See, Keira knows what’s best.”

When a shout came from the ading corridor, Morgan glanced away. Keira raised her leg in a split second, kicking the gun from his hand before properly giving him a well-deserved punch to the throat that left him gasping and choking. He stumbled, coughed, and ran into the wall before falling to the floor.

Guymon was in a dead run as he turned the corner, stopping with a fear-stricken expression. “Shit, Keira, are you okay?” he breathlessly asked.

“What in the fucking hell is going on?” Theron shouted as he rounded into the hall, a couple of seconds behind Guymon.

Theron noticed the gun and Morgan on the floor. He shoved Guymon back. “So help me, if you had anything to do with this I’ll—”

“No, Theron!” Keira shouted and ran to him. “He didn’t. It was Morgan.”

“Kell?” Theron asked. His eyes were ablaze, radiating a degree of anger Keira was in awe of.

Kell shook his head. “I don’t think so. He just showed up.”

Theron turned to Guymon, who raised his hands and backed up a few steps. “He was talking crazy earlier, saying Keira should have been ours. I didn’t think anything of it until I noticed him leave the tarmac. Then I suddenly realized that Kell and Keira were still not back.”

“The crazy fuck was going to shoot me,” Kell said and pulled Keira to his chest. “He was demanding that Keira leave with him.”

“I told you he was bad news,” Theron said and called for a guard on his comm. “Need a guard in corridor eight.”

Guymon shook his head. “I had no idea everything bothered him so much, Keira. I’m so sorry.”

“She’s mine!” Morgan gasped on the floor.

“Someone better come get this crazy fuck in corridor eight,” Theron called again on his comm. He looked down at Morgan and snorted. “Crazy is not a good look for you.”

“Fuck you, Darroch,” Morgan said, gasping a little, but recovering his breathing some.

Two guards rushed to the scene, both looking around at everyone.

“Arrest Mr. Whitby,” Guymon said with disgust.

Theron moved to Keira’s side and she threw herself into his arms. Their happily ever after could have ended before it even got started. The thought made her hold him tighter, fearful of letting go. Kell came up behind her, shielding her from Morgan’s gaze, and making her feel safe.

The guards hauled Morgan away, much to his displeasure. Guymon offered another profuse apology and left them.

“Okay, first things first,” Theron said. “You two have been having sex without me.”

“What?” Kell asked with an incredulous expression plastered on his face.

“I can smell Keira’s arousal. I can smell sex, Kell.”

“Okay, okay. So maybe we did. It was a quickie, that’s all,” Kell replied and lightly tickled Keira’s side, making her giggle.

“Meanwhile, I was hugging grandmas, mothers, shaking hands with fathers, hugging babies…”

“I’m sorry, Theron, really.” Keira looked up at him and batted her lashes. She smiled and suppressed a laugh. “I truly thought Kell was sick. I was taking him to the medic.”

“Uh huh,” Theron said. “And there I was.”

Keira laughed, unable to contain it any longer. “Oh, baby, don’t be mad. I promise to make it up to you.”

Theron huffed and turned his head, defiantly ignoring her pleas, teasing her with his humor, lightening the mood.

“You don’t understand, man,” Kell said. “I had an erection during the ceremony. Gwen saw it and pointed!”

Keira burst out laughing and turned to look up at Kell. “Is that why you hid behind me?”

Kell nodded with embarrassment evident on his cheeks.

“Pathetic,” Theron said. “When we get out of here, punishments for the both of you.”

“Huh, what kind of punishments?” Keira asked and stroked his wide chest. “Will I like it?”

“You’re not punishing me,” Kell flatly stated. “You would have done the same thing.”

Theron grinned. “Oh, yes. You will sit and watch, Kell.”

Kell snorted at that. “The hell I will.”

Theron bowed up.

“Wait, wait a minute.” Keira pushed them apart. “I can understand Theron’s side, and I think it only fair.”

Kell chuckled. “There is no fair, and there is no getting enough of you, baby.”

Keira smacked Kell in the stomach. “We’re supposed to be mingling with family and friends, not saying stuff that makes me wet.”

“Ooo, seriously?” Theron asked. “I’m all about what makes you wet.”

“Simmer down, boys. Let’s get this party over with so I can get punished.”

“Hey, hey! Did you hear that, Kell?” Theron asked and smacked Kell on the arm.

Keira was already a few feet ahead, shaking her head. Life was indeed going to be very interesting and entertaining.

Outside in the cooling night air, the city had come to life with lights in various hues and sizes. Traffic moved on the ground and in the sky, bustling to and fro, delighting Keira’s eyes. Triumph had grown so much since she was a small girl. It gave her an immense amount of pride to know that the NWO was there, helping, reinventing technology, building on the rubble of what once was, creating a brighter tomorrow.

So much had changed for Keira as well, body and soul. She had taken a moment to be alone, to relax, take a deep breath, and allow everything to simmer. Two attempts had been made on her life, or rather, kidnapping attempts, which would be hell all the same. The thought made her pause. Ideally she should be scared out of her mind, but the emotion wasn’t there. Her biggest fear in life at one time was being ed for life with a man she didn’t love. With her position in the NWO, Keira had no place for fear in her line of work. Sure, she had felt some sporadically over the years, but nothing compared to the fear of a loveless union.

“Nice night,” Keira’s father Sloan said from behind her.

Keira turned to smile at him. “Yes, it is.”

“You’ve had an eventful few weeks. How are you holding up?”

She thought for a moment. “You know, I think I’m good.”

Sloan pulled her into his arms and hugged her. “I’m so proud of you, Keira.”

“Thank you, Father,” Keira replied and enjoyed the moment. Times like this were rare. Her father was a busy man, and lately it had felt as if they had drifted apart. “I’m sorry for risking your position. I never meant to bring you any trouble.”

He chuckled. “I have a confession, but I’ll only tell you if you promise to keep an open mind.”

Keira stepped back, wondering what he had to say.

Sighing heavily, Sloan glanced out over the city. “My position was never really at risk.”

“What?” Keira asked and drew her brows together. “What are you saying? I thought the commission was on you about my unmarried status? I thought they were unhappy with me, you.”

Frowning, her father looked directly at her for a moment before speaking. He looked sad, but filled with relief. “I fudged a little.”

“A little?”

“Axton and Thorn have been investigating a little behind the scenes after we received five requests for transfers in a day. We knew something was up,” he itted and ruffled his graying hair, obviously wondering if he should continue.

“And?”

“We kept our findings secret and played along. Axton questioned each of them. Only two really sought transfer, and only for another position, a higher position. Ladder climbers.”

“So, their reason wasn’t because of my status?” Keira asked, stupefied by his confession.

He shook his head. “No, but I’m not finished.”

Keira huffed out a breath.

“The other three had submitted transfer requests and did claim it was because I was ineffective since I couldn’t even control my own daughter. After Axton pressed them a little, all three confessed they had been put up to do it and paid many units.”

“By who?” Keira asked. “Morgan?”

“Yes. So I may have played off Morgan’s ruse a little. His goal was ultimately to force you to take a husband—of course in his case, husbands.”

“Figures, but would you have chosen him, them, I mean, not knowing what you do now?”

Her father disagreed. “Absolutely not. I needed to play Morgan’s game to keep him from forcing the issue and going up the chain of command. The applications were a way to stall him.”

“And you led him to believe you’d be choosing him and Guymon?” she asked, her irritation growing the more and more he told her.

“Yes, but what Morgan didn’t know was that Thorn took the opportunity of losing two pilots to replace them with, let’s just say, men worthy of being your husbands?”

Keira snorted. “You have to be kidding me. Are you saying that you and my brothers schemed to find me husbands?”

He shrugged. “Well, in a roundabout way, I suppose. I knew you weren’t interested in anyone here already. We needed replacement pilots, and well, Thorn sort of did a little research beforehand.”

“I can’t believe this. I worried that you would never choose them. I was scared to

death you’d pick Morgan and Guymon.” Keira stopped to growl with irritation. “I was in hell!”

He waved his hands in defeat, regret showing in his expression. “I’m sorry honey, but really, you should have known I’d never choose something so sacred for you. Now, push a little? Sure.”

“I’m between being completely pissed off and hugging you,” Keira itted and her father laughed. “But why did you stretch it out until it pushed Morgan over the edge? And where in the hell did Maddox come from?”

“Well, like I said, I needed to play Morgan’s game, and hoped the mock application process would finally put everything to rest for him. I sort of hoped you’d choose your husbands and end it for me.”

Keira couldn’t believe this. “I would never go against your word, Father. I was willing to accept whomever you chose for me, no matter if I’d be happy or not,” she said and tears streamed down her cheeks. “I’ve had a really hard time, Father.”

He pulled her close. “I’m so sorry for everything this has put you through, honey. I never intended for things to go this far, and I damn sure didn’t expect a crazy twin to crawl out of a hole, and Morgan to lose his damn mind. That was just a bonus.”

“So what hole did Maddox come out of and why?”

“From what he itted this afternoon during questioning, Maddox said Morgan had ed him for connections with patriots a couple of weeks ago. Morgan was in fact responsible for the initial plan to have your plane go down. He had been in with the patriots and asked them to kidnap you. Morgan’s big plan was to rescue you. Under the table, a lot of units were on the line. He’d be the hero and get the girl.”

“I’m confused. How does Maddox fit in besides giving names to Morgan? Why did he kidnap his own brother and then pose as him? What did he have to gain?” Keira asked. The whole mess was too crazy and unbelievable to be true.

Her father smiled at that. “This is the best part, and something that I hope makes you feel better about the grief you’ve endured. Maddox is the man we’ve been trying to identify.”

“The leader of the patriots. As in the big guy? Man?”

Her father nodded. “With Morgan’s position as an NWO security specialist, Maddox would have access to files, personnel records, and most importantly, weapons.”

Keira smacked her forehead. It was so obvious now. “Fucking black holes!”

“Yeah, and don’t swear. It’s not ladylike.” He waved an accusing finger at her.

“Sorry. Go on.”

“ the briefing when Morgan talked about the patriots stockpiling chemicals for what we thought was weapons?”

Keira nodded. “Yeah?”

“They were not for individual weapons so to speak, but rather a super weapon.”

“Oh, geesh.”

“Maddox originally planned to blow up small villages and towns. When the opportunity to get inside the NWO came up, he changed plans and was going to use the stockpile of chemicals and all NWO weapons he could get his hands on so the patriots could blow up the entire NWO base and most of the city of Triumph.”

“Oh, fuuu—” Keira coughed. “I mean, that could have been really bad. Holy hell.” She shook her head, unable to come to with how devastating that would have been. “But why didn’t you bother to arrest Morgan before tonight? Why the mess?”

“Maddox fooled the lie detection system and so did Morgan. We simply weren’t sure who was telling the truth. Morgan was cleared by the system, so we couldn’t detain him any longer, but his actions tonight prove he was capable. We’ll eventually get his ission.”

“What a vast web of lies and deceit,” Keira muttered.

“You see, honey, everything could have been lost if not for you,” he continued and seemed proud, but a little weary overall.

“Me? That doesn’t make sense.”

Her father laughed. “Without you refusing to abide by the laws and driving Morgan absolutely crazy, we wouldn’t have caught Maddox. We would have eventually caught him, but it may have been at the expense of thousands of lives. You were sort of our secret weapon.”

Keira massaged her temples.

Thorn and Axton strolled up, both solemn. “Did you tell her everything?” Thorn asked.

Her father nodded. “Yeah, she’s processing right now.”

“So, little sis, how does it feel to be super bait?” Axton asked, grinning before yanking her into a hug.

“Super bait?” she asked. That sounded ridiculous.

“Yeah, I think I’ll call you that,” Axton replied.

“For now I’m going to say thank you, Axton, but later, I will have to get even with you for hiding information from me. You know that, right?”

Thorn chuckled.

Keira pointed at him. “That goes for you too, Thorn.”

“Hey, you know that we can’t always share intel,” Thorn replied. “Super bait.”

Axton scrubbed the top of Keira’s head and she fought to get away from him. “Stop, you big kid.”

Thorn opened his arms and motioned for her to give him a hug as well. “Come on, forgive and forget.”

“For now,” Keira warned and smiled, loving the bond she had with her brothers.

Thorn hugged her tight. “I knew I’d pick the perfect men for you.”

Keira stomped his foot and he yelped. “I picked my husbands. Thank you very much.”

CHAPTER 16

Keira giggled all the way to the suite of the most exclusive hotel in Triumph. Theron insisted on carrying her, and that was fine by her; the heels she wore had been hell on her feet. Ivory colored walls and posh gold fixtures gave the place an opulent flair. Tall potted palms and exotic flowers abounded, contrasting against the pale walls. Designed with an old world feel, the Desert Oasis had an elegance not found anywhere else.

Kell opened the door, allowing Theron to carry her inside. Keira was in awe. An enormous bed with carved posts and a sheer canopy of white and gold edged fabric sat against the far wall. The bed looked heavenly with its fluffy, bright white pillow-top comforter, and large gold pillows that shimmered, making her believe they were made of the finest silks available.

A sitting room overlooked the city with a bank of windows that stretched across the entire outer wall. Off to the right was a spacious kitchen with pale marble countertops and the latest appliances. Palms and exotics were continued throughout the place, giving it a relaxing quality, one of wealth and pleasure.

“Wow, take a look at this place,” Theron said and whistled. “Oooh, instructions.” He picked up an instruction card from the countertop. “And it just gets better.”

Kell set their luggage against the wall and smiled. “He’s a big kid.”

“Romance, please,” Theron said and the lights dimmed, leaving the room highlighted as if a thousand candles were burning. “Yeah, I like it!”

“This place is gorgeous,” Keira said and felt like she was in a fairytale castle.

“Fire, please,” Theron requested and a fire lit in the sunken wall adjacent to the bed. “Right on, what’s next? Oooh, champagne.” He waited for a moment and looked around. “I said champagne, please.”

On the bar dividing the kitchen area from the sitting room, a section slid back, and up came a bottle and three glasses. Theron rubbed his hands together. “Damn, I love this place.”

Keira accepted a glass after Theron poured it and went about checking the rest of the place out. She opened doors, studied the craftsmanship, and finally located the lavatory. Inside was just as gorgeous as the suite itself in pale shades and old styled décor. She frowned when she realized there wasn’t a bathtub. She had hoped to soak in one.

“What’s wrong?” Kell asked when she returned to where they were playing with the tech the suite had.

“There’s no bathtub,” she said, motioning toward the bathroom.

Theron grinned. “What if I told you there was?”

“Seriously? Where?” she asked, looking around.

“How would you like your bath, my lady?” Theron asked.

Keira laughed. “Hot, with lots of bubbles.”

“Your wish is my command. Hot bath with lots of bubbles, please,” Theron said, sounding official.

They all waited, looking back and forth at one another. Keira drank the remainder of her champagne and Theron refilled her flute. “Huh, I told you so,” she said and resigned herself to the fact she would have to take a shower instead.

Just as she finished smarting off, the floor in the middle of the room whined faintly and two doors opened, sliding back, leaving an eight foot by eight foot hole in the floor.

“What in the world?” Kell asked and walked toward the opening. Light shone upward and an oversized tub rose up, filled with bubbles and steam. Stairs opened from the side, snaking down, making it look like it was part of the room.

“Blazing comets,” Keira whispered. She’d seen some spectacular things in her lifetime, but this was quite the luxury.

Theron stepped behind her and unfastened the halter of her dress. “One hot bubble bath for my lady.”

The silken fabric slid down and pooled at her feet. Underneath she had no undergarments on.

“Where are your panties? Did you go all day without them?” Theron asked and put his hand over his heart. “Thank the gods I didn’t know or I’d have found a place to ravish you myself.”

“Guilty,” Kell said and pulled the lacy torn panties from his pocket. “They had a malfunction.”

Theron curled his lip on one side. “Which reminds me… thanks, by the way. After our gorgeous wife relaxes in her bubble bath, you can sit in the corner, palm your cock, and watch while I make love to her.”

Kell chuckled. “Doubtful.”

“Keep it up, clowns, and you will both be stroking yourselves alone,” Keira said as she climbed the stairs and stepped into the bubbling tub.

“There’s a fifty-fifty chance that what she is saying is the truth,” Theron said and smirked at Kell. “So play nice. You had your time.”

“Oh, my, this is nice,” Keira said as she sank down into the hot water. “You two should stop arguing and me.”

Kell and Theron began racing to see who could get their uniform off the fastest. Boots were flying, pants, socks…

“Hey, grab that bottle,” Theron shouted, already naked and headed for Keira.

Keira giggled and Kell frowned. It seemed the two enjoyed competing, but each hated to lose.

“Speed and agility," Theron said. “I’ve got it.” He stepped down into the tub, his gorgeous body flexing, defined muscles rippling down his chest and abdomen.

Mmm, Keira thought, she would never tire of seeing her men naked. Theron sat back and put his thick arms on the back of the rounded tub. His tattoo of heavy black angled lines across his back and arms was an erotic sight. Her unity collar signified to all that he belonged to her and just the realization made her breathing hitch a little. Theron belonged to her. Kell belonged to her. Her mark was around their necks forever, and announced to the world they were hers.

Kell stood next to the bathtub and filled her flute, smiling down at her. Her stomach quivered. He was standing nude, hard and erect, staring at her with need blazing in his eyes.

“Thank you,” she said and sucked in a ragged breath. The way they affected her was amazing. “Please us.”

“Oh, I will be ing you,” Kell said and winked at her. He walked to the stairs,

stopping to put the bottle of champagne on the edge. Once inside, he sat across from her and tangled his legs with hers.

“This is a great place Guymon sprang for,” Theron said and leaned back. “Nothing says I’m sorry my partner is psycho like a dip into units that will hurt him for months to come.”

Keira blew bubbles off her fingers. “Well, it was very nice. He didn’t have to do this.”

“And I believe I told both of you we should not accept the gift,” Kell said. “Theron, we could have covered this.”

“Pfft.” Theron snorted and flicked subs off his chin. “Why? Now we can use those units for the house our wife has been dreaming of.”

“Hey, three of us earn a living. Don’t go on believing you two need to take care of me. I have plenty stashed away for our happily ever after, too.”

“Mmm, smart, sexy, and loaded.” Theron wiggled his brows. “I could get accustomed to a lifestyle like this.”

For Keira, she didn’t care where they were. Not one who needed luxuries, Kell and Theron were her ultimate prize. As long as they were together, a simple life with the bare necessities suited her just fine. She snuggled up to Theron and kissed his shoulder. “Pfft.” she spat out bubbles.

Theron chuckled and wiped a dab off her nose. “So, Keira Darroch-Iverson, are you happy?”

“Mmm, extremely.” She leaned her head back and closed her eyes.

“You know, I can make you feel better. We still have some business to attend to,” Theron whispered in her ear and plucked her nipple under the bubbles.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Hell, yeah,” Theron said while inching his hand down her stomach. “And Kell gets to watch.”

Keira giggled when Theron slid his fingers between her folds. She writhed from the pleasure, knowing this would be the first time as a married trio. “You’re insatiable, Theron.”

“Not insatiable, just addicted to you,” he whispered.

“You better get a move on or I’ll be in the middle,” Kell said with aggravation in his tone.

“Patience, Kell,” Theron said, chuckling before impaling Keira with his fingers.

“Oooh!” she gasped. The intrusion was surprising, but not at all unwelcome.

“Let’s get out of here. I have something planned,” Theron rasped at her ear, his tone heavy with lust.

Theron helped her out of the bathtub and took the liberty of drying her off. The way he looked at her heated Kiera up, stirring the want for him she knew she’d always have. He walked around her, gently rubbing her skin, stopping to kiss her shoulders and neck. All the while Kell was watching and the thought made her even hotter. This was the way she knew she should feel for her husbands: full of anticipation, ready to bed them on the spur of the moment, anytime and anywhere.

“Come over here,” Theron said and directed her to the corner of the bed. “We have a little matter of punishment that needs to be taken care of.”

Blood pulsed south and Keira felt her clit tingle. “You really weren’t teasing?”

“No, baby. I meant what I said. Hold onto the bedpost and bend over for me.”

A surge of anticipation hit all her nerve endings simultaneously. Theron’s eyes were focused, determined. He was indeed going to punish her, and she knew she’d love it. Trembling, she held onto the carved post and bent over with her rear facing Kell. Theron walked around her, his powerful legs taking their time, moving slowly, torturing her with expectancy.

A firm smack to her rear left it stinging and she bit back a yelp. She had to smile; what Theron deemed punishment felt pretty damn good.

Smack!

The next caused her to suck in a deep breath. It was a little harder than the first. She clutched the post, squeezing her eyes shut, feeling her wetness begin to trickle down her thighs.

Smack!

Oh, hell.

Keira felt lightheaded, her body building up, priming her for what she really wanted.

Smack!

Keira groaned with the last one. Her ass was on fire now.

“Mmm, pretty little red ass just for me,” Theron said and Keira felt warm oil hit her back and trail down between the cheeks of her rear.

More and more drizzled down her spine. Theron gently rubbed it over her shoulders, taking time to gently massage her muscles. His large hands were strong, firmly easing away the stress of the week. He moved down around her shoulder blades, fingers sweeping up and dragging down her back.

“That’s nice, Theron,” she whispered, loving his hands on her skin. The stinging of her ass was now a light buzz of sensation.

“Get ready. The fun has just started.”

Inching further down, Theron generously squirted more oil on her ass and rubbed it all over, teasing her rosebud with his fingers. “Don’t move.”

Keira looked over her shoulder, noticing Kell watching her. He seemed on edge, sipping champagne, but not at all happy about it. Theron returned and kissed her neck, sliding his erect cock between her cheeks. She was ready for him, but he pulled away, replacing it with his fingers. He massaged her tiny entrance, inching his finger in, coaxing her to loosen up.

“I can’t wait to be inside you, and yes, I plan to use each and every opening.”

She hummed, inviting the invasion, ready for him to fulfill her. When he breached her tiny hole with an object, she jerked, surprised.

“Easy, baby, it’s just a fun little butt plug,” he said and flipped a switch.

A gentle buzz tickled her insides. He sat down and slid under her, lifting her leg and placing it on the edge of the bed.

“Oh, yes,” she said, moaning with a thrill when he buried his face between her thighs and sucked her clit. She rocked her hips, rubbing herself over his mouth.

“Take what you need, baby,” he said, flicking his tongue at a mind-blowing speed over her tiny bundle of nerves.

The double sensation was intense, taking her from mild to wild in seconds. Her heart rate kicked up, pulsing through her, and her hips moved faster, begging for more stimulation. Before she realized, she was panting and wildly brushing her pussy over Theron’s mouth. The little bit of stubble on his face heightened her arousal. She held the post, feeling a small tingle begin to morph and spread out. Theron hummed. The vibration was all she needed to send her to the summit. She cried out, gasping for air as the tickling in her clit became overwhelming.

“Oh, yes, Theron,” she squealed and tried to pull away, but he was too busy, lapping and sucking, pushing her to succumb again. She whimpered and felt her legs tremble. A new wave crashed over her and she wailed loudly.

Theron stopped and lazily rubbed his tongue between her folds. He chuckled and pulled her down to his lap. Keira was in a daze and fell against his chest.

“That was your punishment for leaving me out. I hope you liked it.”

Keira giggled. “I think my heart stopped beating, and I’m pretty sure at one point I could have broken that post apart."

“Perfect,” Theron said smugly and reached for the bottle of oil. “Lean back and ride me.”

The tickling sensation was still there and when she took Theron’s cock inside her it felt amazing. She fell back on her hands, using her feet for leverage as Theron guided her hips. He let go and squirted oil over her chest, tossing the bottle aside. His hands swept up to her breasts, grasping and squeezing them, smearing oil all over, coating her stomach as well.

Behind them, Kell was getting out of the bathtub. Keira heard the splash of water and his wet footsteps coming their way. Theron grabbed her hips and pulled her faster and harder against him. She hummed, pushing when he pulled, taking everything she could. The butt plug buzzing in her rear added greatly, beckoning her body to give in once more. Arching up, her arms quivered and she rode the wave while Theron softly rubbed her clit with the pad of his thumb. She stilled and took a deep breath, smiling with her eyes closed.

“Sorry to break up the party,” Kell said and lifted her off Theron. He turned her around and kissed her, tongue parting her lips, his breathing ragged.

Keira tiptoed and wrapped her arms around Kell’s neck. He’d been a good sport and played along much longer than she thought he would. Pulling her to follow, Kell sat down in a chair, taking her with him. She lifted up as he pushed his shaft between her folds and she sank down on him. He groaned and reached for her, kissing her with such raw emotion it touched her soul. His hands were

everywhere, stroking her back and her face, arms holding her tight while kissing her deeply.

“I couldn’t wait any longer,” Kell rasped between kisses. “It was torture.” Kissing her again, their tongues danced together, finding a perfect rhythm.

Their bodies began to move together. Keira’s feet were on the floor, legs straddling Kell. He surged up, spearing her over and over again. Holding her around the waist, he held her close, his hot breaths fanning over her collarbone. His strong arms made her feel safe and loved. The need he expressed touched her heart.

Kell’s hand slid down her back to her rear, where he pulled the plug out and tossed it to the floor. Theron was behind her a second later, nudging her rear entrance, and slid all the way in. Keira gasped, loving the double invasion. She wrapped her arm behind her, pulling Theron’s mouth to hers as he surged inside her. Kell held her hips, rocking his, easing in and out. She squeezed Kell’s shoulder, crying out from the immense pleasure.

Their bodies slid together without friction. Keira’s body was slickened with oil, their flesh gliding effortlessly, warmed by the heat their bodies created. Theron held her tight, his erratic breaths in her ear, his hips pumping at a steady pace, overwhelming her, helping her climb the mountain.

Kell hissed, his hands clamping around her hip bones harder. Keira could feel his stomach muscles flex as he moved with perfect rhythm, constant and controlled. Theron grasped a handful of her hair and pulled her head back, sucking her neck, his hips pulsing a little faster and his breaths labored.

“Tell me you love me, Keira,” Theron said through ragged breaths.

“I love you, Theron!” Keira was overcome and shuddered as her pussy clenched tight and she released with a squeal of pleasure.

Theron grunted, pumping one last time and squeezed her. “I love you, baby. I love you so much.”

Kell hissed and leaned his head back, gasping for a breath. Keira collapsed over his chest and softly kissed his neck. “I love you, Kell.”

“Keira, I love you,” he replied, out of breath, and brushed her wet hair back to kiss her forehead. “Fools to the wiles of your heart. Always.”

Keira was content, feeling safe between their rock hard bodies, and more loved than ever before. Her journey to this point had been long and difficult, but she wouldn’t trade it, because she always hoped for exactly what she had been given. She had two men who adored her. In return she planned to do everything in her power to show them each and every day how special they were to her.

Late that night, Keira lay between them. Their heavy breaths and warm skin was comforting as she nestled in middle. She recalled her fantasy once upon a time and completely changed the story, replacing the nameless faces with the men she was now married to. Real life had become better than fiction, and no story could hold a light to their story. She reached for the heart-shaped diamond around her neck, twirled it between her fingers and smiled. Her family had surprised her so much and touched her soul. One day she would down the necklace and recite her mother’s words to her own daughter. The thought caused her to take a

deep breath. A new world was opening to her, and this was just the beginning.

EPILOGUE

“A blindfold again?” Keira asked the next morning. “Another plan to seduce me perhaps?”

“We just did that,” Theron said. “In the shower, ?”

“What are you two up to?” Keira asked while Kell tied a length of fabric around her head once they were outside.

Kell hugged her from behind. “Let’s just say we hope you like it.”

“I’m sure I will love whatever you and Theron have planned for me.”

Theron led her to the MPV and helped her inside. “No peeking.”

Both doors shut and Theron looked at Kell. “She’s totally going to peek.”

“I won’t, promise,” Keira said and patted his leg. “Do I get a hint?”

“No!” they both said in unison.

The woman was simply captivating. Theron stared at her, still unable to believe

they were married. He pulled her hand to his mouth and kissed it, loving the scent of her skin. She was everything he could have ever dreamed or hoped for in a woman and more, far suring his wildest expectations.

In a short amount of time the three of them had been to hell and back together. Since the experience had only brought them closer together, Theron knew they could make it through anything. Now the big adjustment would come when they all moved in together. No doubt small battles would occur, but he looked forward to them, each and every one. He cradled her hand in his and she smiled.

After a while, Keira said. “You two don’t need to do anything more for me. Already you came to my rescue.”

“We would climb a thousand mountains to get to you,” Kell said.

“Damn right.” Theron would do anything in his power to keep her safe and happy. The trek up to her cabin was mere child’s play.

“So, you don’t plan on telling me where we’re going, do you?” she asked and frowned. The woman had as little patience as him.

Kell patted her leg and grinned at Theron. “Patience, baby.”

“I’m not a patient person,” she itted. “Never have been.”

“That makes three of us then,” Kell said. “Oh, and I’ve been meaning to ask you. Why did you punch Morgan in the throat? Wouldn’t most women go for the crotch as a takedown maneuver?”

“Not me,” Keira said. “Everyone knows a quick jab to the windpipe will incapacitate a person quicker and more effectively.”

“See!” Theron said. “Wait, you took down Morgan?” He had been too riled at the time to ask questions, and when he realized they had had sex without him, his mind went to static. He was a little irritated about it, but knew he would have his time alone with Keira, just as Kell. Hell, they had the rest of their lives to experience.

She agreed with a nod. “I’m more than a pretty face, you know.”

“With a throat punch no doubt,” Kell added. “I thought only you did that, Theron.”

“Skills, Keira and I’ve got ‘em,” Theron said, feeling an immense amount of pride.

Keira laughed out loud, a sweet laugh that filled Theron’s heart with warmth.

“Everyone knows, huh?” Kell asked and Keira continued to giggle.

“I wish I could see your face. I bet you’re wrinkling up your nose and glaring at Theron right now,” Keira said and lay her head on his shoulder.

“Damn, she’s good, Kell.”

Kell mumbled something and Theron ignored him, preferring to hear Keira laughter instead. The town of Vida came into view and Theron felt his stomach flip flop. He hoped what he and Kell had purchased would be to her liking.

“You realize I know we headed west out of Triumph, and given your approximate speed and time in the air, I can almost give you our exact coordinates,” Keira said.

“Pfft. Cannot,” Kell said and looked at Theron with a question. “First of all we headed east out of Triumph.”

Keira disagreed, adamantly shaking her head. “No, we didn’t.”

“Well, so much for surprises,” Theron said. “Unbelievable.”

“Just because I know where we’re at doesn’t mean I know what the surprise is,” she said and rubbed both of their legs.

“True,” Kell said. “So, out with it. Where are we?”

Keira grinned wide. “We’re approximately one and a half miles from Vida. Estimated time of arrival less than a minute.”

“Oooh, she’s really good, Kell.” Although she knew where they were, there was no way in hell she had a clue about what they had done.

Kell chuckled. “So much for the blindfold.”

“By the way, and not to change the subject.” Theron paused. “I sort of did some research into the mission.” He hated to bring it up, but today was about starting a new life and leaving the past behind them.

Keira swallowed noticeably. “Okay.”

“I knew you were worried about bystanders, so I stopped by the area and visited with people in the shops nearby,” Theron said, recalling the hours he'd spent so that Keira could have closure.

“Oh, gods. How many?” she asked and put her fingers to her lips.

Theron leaned over and kissed her cheek. “None, baby. A few people had some cuts and scrapes, but no one was inside. It was a storage building.”

Keira sniffled and pushed her fingers under the blindfold to wipe her eyes. “Really?”

“Yes, really,” Theron reassured her.

She squeezed his hand tight and giggled through sobs. “Thank you.”

Their destination was up ahead, located on a small rise, surrounded by trees. Kell descended, hovering in front, and gently touched down. “And we’re here.”

“Can I take off my blindfold?” Keira asked, getting antsy in her seat.

“Not yet. Come on. I’ll help you out.” Theron took her hand, helping her to her feet, and steadied her.

Theron positioned Keira facing toward the home he and Kell had signed a contract on just a few days previously. Knowing Keira adored Vida, and the place wasn’t too far from the base at Triumph, he and Kell had decided it was the perfect place to start their lives together. Plus, the home had many benefits— best of all, it resembled Keira’s place on the mountain, just a lot bigger.

“Okay, can I see now?” she asked and bounced between them.

Kell untied the blindfold and Keira jerked it off.

“Oh. My. Freaking. Astroids!” She looked breathless. “Is this—?” She pointed at the place and looked at Kell and then Theron. “Is this our place?”

“Yes,” Kell and Theron proudly replied together.

Shiny steel and lots of panoramic windows rose up two floors. A large wraparound balcony encased the second story, shade provided from large trees. Keira was crying, staring at it like it was everything she’d ever dreamed of. Theron inhaled a deep breath through his nose, pride making his heart race. He looked over at Kell and could tell he felt the same.

“Shall we?” Kell asked and took Keira’s hand.

“Yes, please.” She held both of their hands as they headed up the stairs. “When did you have time? I can’t believe this!”

“We snuck away while you and your sisters were looking for a dress,” Theron itted.

Keira wiped her tears away and sniffled. “I couldn’t have dreamed up a more perfect place for us.”

Theron swept her off her feet and kissed her. Kell kissed her as well when Theron finally gave him the opportunity.

“Fools to the wiles of your heart, baby,” Kell said, gently stoking her cheek, love and happiness shining in his eyes.

Theron snickered. “How about, roses are red, violets are blue. Tell us to take you to your new bedroom.”

“Take me there, my valiant knights.” Keira laughed and hugged Theron while Kell opened the front door.

“Happily ever after,” Kell said. “Roses are red. Pfft.”

“Hey, I like corny poems and lovely poems,” Keira said.

“Did you say you’re horny?” Theron asked and Kell closed the door behind them, embarking on a new adventure, one filled with love, and most of all, happiness.

The End

GLOSSARY

Populous Reconstruction Act: Initiated after the Apocalyptic Wars of 2540 in order to repopulate Earth. With the imbalance of men to women, women are given until the age of 25 to marry. In the event a woman does not choose a husband/husbands before that time, men can file for the right to take her as a wife. Men who file as a pair receive a monetary award of 100,000 units. With the population of women less than men, the award is meant to encourage ménage relationships, so there will be enough women for every man.

Married units are expected to produce offspring within three years of marriage. In the event a partnership is of an alternative preference, the units are expected to produce children through artificial insemination or adoption, depending on the gender of the unit.

With artificial insemination, only highly prized semen collected from genetically modified individuals (GMI) is used.

Four Hemispheres on Earth: After the Apocalyptic Wars, the world was broken up into four hemispheres. Northwest (NWONW), Northeast (NWONE), Southeast (NWOSE), Southwest (NWOSW). Each operate independently, with the heads of each working together, controlling trade and initiating laws. They meet quarterly at the NWO Conference in the NWOSE.

New World Order (NWO): The military totalitarian government system that governs every part of the world.

NWO Conference: Quarterly meetings for heads of the four hemispheres in

the NWOSE.

Civil Ordinance Laws: NWO worldwide laws for all, replacing all laws of previous nations.

Marriage Decree: Law that requires women to marry before their 25th birthday unless they have exempt status. Women who fail to comply can be claimed under the Suitor’s Rights Act without their express permission by any male as a single or as a pair. An exception to the Marriage Decree is a GME.

Married Unit: A marriage consisting of either one man and one female or two men and one woman.

Alternate Unit: An alternative preference unit that has married.

Unity Ceremony: An official act of marriage between two or three people.

Procreation Act: Requirement of married units to produce offspring within three years of marriage or before the woman’s 28th birthday.

Alternative Preference Act: Protects individuals of the alternative lifestyle. Individuals must marry by their 25th birthday. Women must produce a child by their 28th birthday by artificial insemination, unless deemed an undesirable. Men must adopt a child by their 28th birthday.

Suitor’s Rights Act: The right of a man to take a wife in the event a woman doesn’t choose a husband by her 25th birthday. Only one type of female immediately receives exempt status, and those women are infertile or born with a birth defect that could be ed to offspring.

Exempt Status: Women who cannot be taken as a wife under any of the Marriage Decree laws. Very few women receive this status. Typically a woman in a high position with the NWO can receive this exemption, and only in rare cases where marriage would adversely affect her position or assignment. The status is given in years and is not a lifelong privilege.

Noble Status: Women who are in high status, helping to make advancements, or otherwise working with the NWO in the sciences can receive this status, delaying their requirement to marry by their 25th birthday, moving it up to the age of 27.

Token: A woman who has ed the age of 25 and can be taken as a wife without permission by any eligible man.

GMI Incentive: Genetically modified individual men in the military who show exceptional genetics and modifications. They are sought after for repopulation. Men of this status are able to choose any female above the age of 18 to take as a wife. A large bonus is given if they take a wife as a pair.

Apocalyptic Wars: Devastating world wars that began 2540 involved nearly every nation in the world. Nuclear weapons decimated the earth and caused enormous health problems in their wake.

Civil Wars: 2550 to 2575. What was left of the population struggled to live and thrive in what was left after the Apocalyptic Wars. The NWO was in its infancy and not yet equipped to handle the enormous task of restructuring the world and failed to fully help the people. Civil wars erupted as people fought to just live. Even when the NWO could begin to help, factions called patriots splintered off, becoming a constant threat to the NWO, and everything the organization tries to accomplish.

Patriot Brotherhood: Those opposed to the NWO and the laws enacted. Patriots work in small and large factions worldwide with cells in nearly every country of the world. They are not extremely organized and with the fall of worldwide information technology, and NWO controlling what’s left, they have little or no way to communicate worldwide. Travel is the only way they have to share intelligence and information between networks.

World Communication Act: Only the NWO and those in positions working for the cause have access to what was once satellite transmissions that enabled all to communicate worldwide. The law is to stay in place until the reconstruction is complete. All transmissions are localized to small regions or cities and content is controlled by the NWO.

Units: Monies earned by the people. Banks in each hemisphere keep track of the people’s funds. In order to protect people and what they earn, people are linked with a thumbprint to their , ridding the world of useless plastic cards and coinage.

Undesirables: People with birth defects caused by nuclear fallout. They are required to submit for annual testing in order to assist the WHI with research that will help eradicate birth defects. They are sterilized at the age of 13. Those who marry are encouraged to adopt to help aid the NWO with raising orphaned children. Undesirable men are sterilized at the age of 13 as a way of controlling birth defects as well.

World Health Incentive: A collection of scientists charged with finding ways to combat the effects left behind by the use of nuclear weapons. Undesirables are their target and their goal is to fix the damage for future generations with medicine or sterilization. They also have a division that elevates traits in certain subjects. Individuals with extraordinary health and gifts are modified to produce superior offspring. Children are screened at age seven to determine health and need. Gifted and modified subjects are accepted immediately into the NWO military if they enlist.

Genetically Modified Individuals (GMI): Men and women who have been genetically modified by the World Health Incentive (WHI).

Genetic Modifications: Speed, eyesight, hearing, strength, intelligence, and the ability to heal quickly. Chromosomes are altered, creating a hybrid human with the ability to on traits to offspring. Other modifications include resistance to disease and common ailments. The purpose in genetically altering human DNA is to rid the world of the birth defects caused by nuclear weapons. The other purpose is to create a superior race.

Genetically Modified Exceptions (GME): Genetically modified persons that sur expectations. Extreme intelligence results can fall into two categories: useful or dangerous. Potentially dangerous participants are imprisoned since they could pose a threat to worldwide safety and undermine the NWO. Useful candidates are immediately trained for use by the NWO. GME males do not have to adhere to the Marriage Decree. A GME male can choose any woman above the age of 18 without her permission. GME males are encouraged to choose a GME female if at all possible.

Genetically Modified Soldier (GMS): Individuals, male and female, who

have been genetically modified and are serving in the NWO military.

Comm: Communication device worn by all of the NWO military.

Multi-purpose vehicle (MPV): Multiple purpose vehicle that can either be driven on roads or fly. Only wealthy or military service people own them.

Orphans: Children without parents or guardians able to take of them. Orphans are housed worldwide in NWO orphanages and centers.

Non-Productive Individual (NPI): Individuals who are not useful to society in any way. They include non-workers, criminals, and patriots. Nonworkers and patriots are imprisoned and punished. When released they are expected to be ive to the NWO and be useful. Patriots that do not adhere and are re-arrested are sent to their death. Criminals of petty crimes are punished. They pay their debt to society in a chain gang for a period determined by the court. Three offenses can mean death. All patriots arrested are immediately punished. Depending on the level of their hip and crimes against the NWO, they are most times put to death. Criminals of violent crimes, or crimes against women and children, are put to death by firing squad with the populous as an audience.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Hennessee plots by day and writes by night. Her creativity seems to be at its highest when the world around her slumbers. As a mother of two, she is prone to fits of insanity, random babbling, and answering her own questions. She has an affinity for things that go bump in the night, mythology, ancient religions, and history. Geeky to the core, she loves to laugh, goof off, and make people smile while interjecting crazy historical facts that make her husband often roll his eyes.