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  Devlin’s bodyguards had by now restrained Veronica, and the one that wore the cheap stinky perfume, had moved forward with her rifle charged and at the ready.

  Samantha caught sight of the reading on the rifle, before anyone else did, and rushed the woman. There was no bloody reason to have the rifle set on kill, and she’d be damned if she were going to have anyone killed on her watch. She wouldn’t let her kill Devlin! She slammed the woman down to the ground, and heard her groan, when she knocked the wind out of her.

  The rifle went flying from her arms, and hit the wall. Johanna bent to pick it up, and had RECKLESS BOUNTY Marly Mathews 80

  it aimed squarely at Lord Devlin.

  “Everyone stops, right NOW! ” Johanna instructed, placing her finger on the trigger.

  Samantha looked up at her sister, and realized in one terrifying instant that Johanna had not yet ascertained that it was set on kill.

  “Johanna,

  NO!!!” she screamed in horror, just as her sister discharged it.

  She realized she was holding her breath, when she opened her eyes, to see why everything had become so damnably quiet. Johanna had missed, so that wasn’t what had everyone in such a state of apparent distress. She turned around to look behind her.

  And the image that met her eyes, nearly made her blood run cold.

  “Just lovely,” Samantha murmured, willing herself to maintain a cool demeanor. “Would someone please check to make sure the dog is done biting me in my ass? ” she asked. This time, her heart threatened to fail her completely.

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  Chapter Nine

  Samantha stared fearfully at Tyler, who seemed unaffected by the whole state of affairs.

  For the life of her she couldn’t read the expression in his guarded gaze, and that scared the hell out of her.

  “This

  is

  bullshit,” she drawled, hoping that for some reason she was daydreaming. She pinched herself and sighed when she didn’t suddenly come out of her pipe dream.

  Then in desperation, Samantha did the only thing she could possibly think of. She walked straight up to Tyler, and slapped him across his face. Hard. Maybe a bit too hard. She’d have to kiss that better later. Oops.

  His jaw clenched, but he didn’t say a word, or even utter a single noise. His nostrils were flared, but his eyes were still guarded, and his lips were pursed in a severe line.

  For the first time in her life, she didn’t know what to do. Here was Tyler, standing in front of Lord Devlin, as if he was inviting Lord Devlin to lead him to the noose. She couldn’t figure out anyone’s motives, and her brain was on overload. If the pressure didn’t stop mounting around her she was going to blow a fuse and with the instability of her powers that wasn’t something anyone wanted to happen, especially her.

  Everyone had his or her own agenda’s. Except for her, and the rest of her family. She took in Dylan and Johanna’s look of helplessness, and then saw Veronica’s complete bafflement.

  For once in their long rivalry, they both finally shared the same thoughts.

  “Would someone spill the fucking beans about what exactly is going on here?” Veronica asked, momentarily distracted. Ross gently helped her to her feet, and she stared dolefully up at him.

  Samantha inwardly thanked Veronica, since she wanted to ask the same question herself.

  “I have brought Tyler to you, Devlin. You shall not ask any more questions. Enough is enough,” The Red Falcon stated.

  Lord Devlin stared at him, with his mouth open slightly. He looked at the Red Falcon as if he’d suddenly grown two heads and a tail. If she hadn’t known better, she would’ve sworn that Devlin was just as surprised as she was.

  “I certainly shall not agree to anything that you have just said, Danny. Do I need to remind you that I do not take orders from you?” Lord Devlin demanded.

  “No reminders are necessary. But you are on my ship, and for now, you are beneath my control. I make the rules here.”

  Lord Devlin puffed himself up like a peacock. Samantha had no idea why he felt the need, since her money was on the Red Falcon. Devlin was a big man but he didn’t look as if he liked getting his hands dirty with fighting. But the play for power was sort of fascinating.

  Maybe the Red Falcon would give into his temptation and give Lord Devlin a good one two. If anyone deserved to be given a bloody lip, Lord Devlin did.

  “Samantha, has put you up to this hasn’t she, son?” Lord Devlin asked, encouraging her already deep frown to pucker even more. Why did she always get put in the middle?

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  business to control Devlin’s fate.

  “Damn straight! ” The Red Falcon said.

  Samantha gasped in horror. Her outraged glare pivoted toward him, and he grinned lopsidedly back at her.

  “She can do a wonderful job of persuading me, when we are in the throes of passion,”

  The Red Falcon bragged.

  Hey, wait a minute that was her good reputation he was blithely tarnishing.

  Tyler stiffened visibly, but didn’t make a sound. Bastard.

  Samantha couldn’t take much more of this ridiculous conversation. She was actually allowing the Red Falcon to insinuate they had a sexual relationship going on between them, when the idea of it, made her skin crawl. He would find in time that she didn’t take kindheartedly to such duplicity.

  She was caught between killing the Red Falcon, and waiting to give him a chance. She needed to know what was needed of her. Tyler was giving nothing away, until he winked at her when Lord Devlin was distracted. And when it came to Tyler, a wink said a million words. For once in her life, she didn’t need an interpreter.

  “I don’t envy you, Danny. Though she could probably be quite the sex siren, I doubt I would be able to survive her personality. In truth, her hot headedness would make me want to pull my hair out.” Lord Devlin laughed. His blue-black eyes glittered at Tyler. “You have however saved me the money that would have been necessary to pay for his head. Since we are essentially family, I shall be more than happy to take the scalawag off of your hands.”

  “Over my dead body,” Dylan sputtered out.

  Samantha winced. Finally, someone had opened his mouth, before she’d been able to shoot hers off.

  “That could be arranged, don’t you think, Danny,” Devlin agreed, directing his steely gaze at Dylan, as Johanna stepped protectively in front of her husband.

  Devlin sighed, and observed the unlikely pair. “You could have done so much better.

  You went over into a new class when you found that one and it was a high class, my dear,” he murmured, trailing his eyes up and down Johanna’s body, as if his thirst for her could never be quenched. After he stared up Johanna his eyes riveted on Samantha. She sighed.

  “Oh, I think that I did do much better than you.” Johanna’s eyes sparkled.

  Samantha chuckled and quickly placed her hand over her mouth. “Score one for my sister, zero for the pompous bastard!” All eyes pinned on her. She realized a moment too late that she’d spoken aloud. Damn.

  Lord Devlin fell silent. Samantha knew intuitively that the dreadful man would never let go of his old torch. Even though she had tried to snuff it out, the flame still burned.

  She just prayed that someday, something or someone would come along and extinguish the flame. But she couldn’t dwell on such seemingly inconsequential matters, at the moment she had a life or death situation on her hands, and it seemed to be fringing more on death than life.

  The Red Falcon loudly cleared his throat, causing all eyes to fall on him. He actually seemed to stand straighter. The bloody braggart was an attention hog. Imagine that!

  Samantha eyed him warily, waiting for him to sign Tyler’s death warrant. Here they were waiting for T
yler to be carted off, because she hadn’t been smart enough or good enough.

  She should have done something different, instead of making a bargain with a man that took the name of a bird of prey. She was so bloody stupid! She had her hands tied, and she’d never felt so out of control in a situation before.

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  Maybe if someone gave her a pistol, she could shoot herself out of this predicament.

  Yes, Samantha, and then you would make it about fifty yards outside of The Emerald Star before The Red Falcon blew you into the next century. Using her powers was out of the question. In her state she could accidentally blow a good-sized chunk out of the Excalibur. That wasn’t a risk she was willing to take.

  The Red Falcon opened his mouth and her heart plunged right down into the pit of her stomach.

  “No. Devlin, I won’t be giving Tyler Cassidy to you. What the hell would that do for my reputation? I mean give me a break! I may be known as the most ruthlessly cunning pirate in the galaxy, and people might piss themselves when faced with confronting me, but I have honor.

  And I am standing by that honor. I am not completely convinced that Tyler is guilty. You haven’t even given him a trial, how just is that? Tsk, tsk, for such an intelligent individual you seem to have your head shrouded in ass at the moment. We shall enact the simple laws of jurisprudence on my ship. Tyler will remain here, while I assemble a crew to investigate your wife’s murder.”

  “It’s a closed case,” The one stinky bodyguard whispered.

  “Oh, get off your high horse, Edwina,” The Red Falcon sighed, giving her a look of impatience. “You also need to stop using so much of that Space Flower 85 junk. You are making the rest of us endure the torture of smelling you.”

  “Edwina is right. We have Tyler on surveillance leaving my wife’s chambers, right before she was discovered dead. How do you explain that one?” Samantha was about to open her mouth when Devlin cleared his throat. “I’m not asking you, Samantha.”

  “One of these days, Dev, you’re going down.”

  “Those things can be tampered with,” the Red Falcon said, dismissing the issue. “And if we can’t prove Tyler’s innocence, then I will personally place the noose around his neck, myself.”

  “I’d like to see you try!” Samantha said below her breath. She groaned, falling silent, when Lord Devlin stepped forward, and heartily slapped The Red Falcon on the back.

  “I taught you well. You bring tears of joy to my eyes. Even though you have risen up against me, I cannot contest you. I would be a hypocrite if I did. You shall have your time for an investigation, but I warn you it will be a poor waste of time. Ah, well if that is what you need to do then who am I to step in your way? Good luck to you my boy, but I shall make haste to pick out the perfect champagne to toast that one’s death with.” Lord Devlin looked straight at Tyler. “Once I get rid of Tyler, perhaps we should do something about that one, as well,” Lord Devlin suggested, chuckling as he stared over at Dylan.

  “Whatever you say, Devlin,” The Red Falcon relented, keeping a close watch on his mentor.

  “I will of course keep one of my people here with you to help you guard the vagrant,”

  Lord Devlin remarked. His dark blue eyes twinkled at The Red Falcon.

  Samantha desperately wanted to get rid of Lord Devlin. She’d had it up to here, with his overbearing attitude. She still doubted the Red Falcon, but she had no way of not trusting him.

  She had to yet again place her trust in a pirate whose only code was his code of honor.

  But it would have to be enough to save Tyler’s neck. It just had to be!

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  said, tensing as he waited for Devlin’s reply.

  Samantha inspected the two tall women flanking Devlin’s sides, and likened them to the Amazon women of Ancient Greece. She didn’t like the looks of them, and didn’t want them anywhere near Tyler.

  “I haven’t been receiving quite as many death threats, these days, since I enacted the New Charter Of Rights And Freedoms Of New Monaco. In it, it states that anyone that shall be caught uttering or writing death threats against Lord Devlin shall be executed immediately. That stringency has in effect cut the amount of death threats I receive daily in half,” Lord Devlin explained, reaching out and pulling The Red Falcon aside.

  “I will have your compliance, Devlin!” the Red Falcon muttered.

  She strained to listen to all of their conversation, and was nearly noticed by Devlin.

  “You expect a lot of me, Danny,” Lord Devlin murmured, staring at him with what seemed to be adulation.

  “I expect you to stop calling me, Danny. That isn’t even my real name, and I look forward to the day, when you call me by my real name!” The Red Falcon shot back.

  The two Amazon’s closed in around the Red Falcon. If they thought they were going to put on the heavy, then she’d show them how to kick some ass!

  Samantha edged forward, waiting to hear the real identity of the Red Falcon revealed.

  No one in the galaxy knew his real name, and she wanted to be one of the first to know.

  “Perhaps, Samantha should call you by your real name so that I could learn by her example.” She swallowed at Lord Devlin’s suggestion. Oh, no! Where was Charlotte when you needed her? Her telepathic sister would be able to bail her out of this mess in no time.

  Samantha did a double take and tried to pretend she hadn’t heard what he’d said. She cringed when she felt his blue eyes focus on her.

  She shuffled in the same spot, and stared intently between Tyler and the Red Falcon. But acting inconspicuous wasn’t one of her talents. Shame, really.

  “Well, speak up, Samantha. I trust you do know what your lover’s first name is?” he asked, waiting patiently for her reply.

  Well, this was definitely one of those moments where she was up shit creek without a paddle.

  * * * *

  “Of course,” she bluffed, rolling her eyes.

  Her voice croaked, and she tried to diddle fart around so she could stall for time. Think, Samantha, use those extraordinary brains of yours. If Devlin were calling the Red Falcon Danny, than what would be his name? ‘Course it could be a nickname, and if that was the case then she’d never figure out the long form of it. Daniel would have been her first choice, but that was too damn obvious.

  It had to be something else, but she was never even good at remembering the names of people that she knew, so how the hell was she going to figure out the name of a man she’d just met? She never lucked out…oh, to have his name handed to her on a platter!

  Samantha fought against the stinging in her eyes, and wished they could all take a time out, so she could go back to her bed, and get some sleep. She felt like a walking talking zombie she was so tired. Her mind was completely freaked out, and she was running on empty.

  “This must remind you of the time you spent with your sister on that one bounty hunt.

  You know the one where you were being questioned by that annoying, Englishman,” The Red Falcon hinted.

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  Yeah, she could see the parallel between those two incidents. Lord Devlin was an annoying Englishman.

  She stared stupidly at him, as her fuzzy brain reworked through his carefully articulated plan. She knew he was providing her with a hint of what his identity was, but she didn’t understand it, until she caught her sister’s eyes.

  Johanna gesticulated wildly at herself, and dropped her hand when Lord Devlin suddenly glanced her way.

  Samantha felt like an imbecile. Why the hell was her sister pointing at herself, in less Johanna was implying the Red Falcon’s first name started with a J, in which case, the Englishman’s last name had been Jordan.

  She resi
sted the impulse to snap her fingers. Hot digiti damn, she had it!

  She stared smugly at Lord Devlin and met his gaze straight on.

  “Jordan, ” She drawled out. Damn, she was good.

  Feeling extraordinarily pleased with herself when Lord Devlin’s nostrils flared. He had tried to blow apart everything the Red Falcon had carefully constructed, and it was Samantha that had the pleasure of shocking him all to hell.

  She wanted to laugh in his face, and then do a dance of joy around him, but she settled for crossing her arms against her chest instead. She had done it! She had saved the day again, and ensured that much needed time had been bought for her husband. And she swallowed against the hard lump in her throat.