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car. Detroit made new cars, but only the very rich could afford them. It made me wonder how the general got that fancy red sports car he drove.
    Was he the traitor? Maybe. I knew he was getting kickbacks from somewhere, but I couldn’t pin down the money trail. A grim smile touched my mouth. If he was responsible for Mom’s murder, I would put a bullet in him.
    I brought my beat-up piece of crap to a stop and carefully scanned the few dilapidated houses still standing. Heat waves quivered across the empty street like restless spirits.
    Skeletal trees surrounded Jose Chavez’s tiny weather-beaten house. A brand-new red monster truck was parked in the tumbleweed-filled front yard. Who knew working as a day laborer at a chicken farm paid so well?
    “I have captured Marie and Alejandro Vega,” Voss announced in my head.
    Shoving my car door open, I hissed , “So much for the esteemed Coletti honor.”
    “I cannot allow you to continue on this foolish path. Drop your shields.”
    “Not happening. You hurt my friends, and I will kill you.” Horror knotted my stomach, and I gave myself a mental head smack. I was turning into a motormouth with suicidal tendencies.
    Voss’s voice was a purr of menace. “You issue another challenge?”
    “No. I’m merely stating the facts.” I practically ran up the cracked sidewalk. Dear God, it was like my evil twin had taken over my brain and was deliberately trying to piss off Voss.
    I eyed the faded picture of the Virgin of Guadalupe taped to a cracked window. It’d take a miracle to escape the Battle Commander.
    Pounding frantically on the door, I shouted, “Hey! I accidentally hit your truck.”
    The door flew open, and the real Jose Chavez stood there. His eyes widened in shock. “What the fuck?”
    “Hola,” I said and shot him with my handy-dandy tranquilizer gun.
    Jose’s eyes rolled back in his head, and down he went.
    Grabbing his legs, I dragged him inside the house and shut the door. My radar went on red alert, and I instinctively ducked.
    A black cast-iron skillet missed my skull by an inch.
    I spun around, and this tiny Hispanic grandmother dressed like a hooker took another swing at me. “ Te voy a matar !”
    I jumped back. The skillet whizzed by my nose and took out a lamp. I think she said she was going to kill me. Now was that nice? I hadn’t hurt her son.
    “Me cago en la madre que te pario ,” she snarled as she came at me again.
    Did she really say, “I shit on the mother who gave birth to you?” I backed away, tripped over an end table, and fell.
    The old biddy raised the skillet over her head. “Die, puta !”
    Power rippled around the stuffy room.
    Shit! He had found me. I scuttled backward as Granny tried to bash my head in again.
    The Battle Commander appeared, yanked the skillet away from her, and pointed to a chair. “Sit!”
    Her eyes glassy and unfocused, Granny obediently sat.
    I shot to my feet and eyed the door.
    “Go ahead, I love a good chase,” he said with an evil grin.
    “You mean a very short chase,” I retorted.
    Voss shrugged and surveyed me from head to toe. “Another excellent disguise.”
    “I won’t let you stop me.”
    A smile touched his hard mouth. “You have two choices. Either you drop your shields and accept me as your mate, or I take you back to my ship and lock you up.”
    My stomach knotted in dismay. “I know this is a difficult concept for a Coletti to grasp, but I have no desire to become your broodmare.”
    Voss cocked an eyebrow. “Broodmare? Explain.”
    “You know, you take me back to Tanith, and every year I pop out a little warrior for you.”
    “You find having my children unappealing?”
    “If that’s my only purpose in life, you bet your ass I would find it unappealing.”
    The Battle Commander stalked closer and closer. “You are not nor will you ever be just a breeder. I chose you because you are a warrior. I need a mate who is fearless, powerful, and cunning. I want you, Zoey Jones. No