Chapter 7
Again, the whole operation, which could have taken hours, was measured in minutes—seventeen of them to be precise. Getting the hostiles all squared away had taken longer than beating them in the first place.
Chad had wanted to throw the SOG team into the ship’s brig.
Sofia had liked that idea, especially after one of the “dead” men shot her when she wasn’t looking—which still stung—and another had tried to grab her ass—which Duane had stopped with a blow that broke the guy’s wrist. Sadly, she was used to such treatment, but apparently Duane wasn’t.
He hadn’t looked merely irritated, he’d been furious. His strike had been so fast and vicious that Sofia was half surprised that the man’s hand was still attached to his arm at all.
Had it been because it was her, because she was
