Do it. Take me." Stop it, Ivy," I whispered, trying to pull her arms off without rubbing my body against hers. I failed and felt myself aroused, the l...st thing I wanted."Snyder!" came a cry from the front of the house followed by a banging, like someone hitting the heavy door with a hammer. "Open up in the King's name." Three more blows struck the door, and a Redcoat carrying a musket with a fixed bayonet quietly rounded the house and tried the back door. The moonlight cast his shadow clearly. All sorts of feelings rushing around inside me. Elation, worry, love, desire, relief, oh I felt so strange as I listened to him. ‘I couldn’t understand that you could say you loved me more than anything yet still go upstairs and make love to Lena.’ His eyes fixed me as he relived the emotion. ‘You were mine, you said so, so why?’ He looked at Mike then back at me. ‘I was getting a bit stupid before dad spoke to me. Jo, he made me see how selfish I could become. I’d only just found you and now. They even had boarding grapples and harpoons to latch onto the Pirate’s ships or stranded ships.The Strikers were fast and manoeuvrable in space, and they were fitted with the latest engines and inertia dampeners from Troikas Incorporated. The ships had twelve cabins in total that could sleep a total of twenty-four people. The lounge was surprisingly spacious as were the dining room and training room.While the Captain’s and the Lead Enforcer’s cabins each had a small ensuite, two ablutions. Rough hands hauled her up and shoved her back in the chair. Tears falling, she watched the big guy slowly stand. Now his eyes were beady, dead, and mean.“Where are the documents?” he demanded, sounding vicious.When he raised his hand, Callie shied away, her face still hurting. It was too much. She didn’t have the strength. Please don’t hate me, Hunter.“Lightfoot has it. It’s contained in a microdot.”The big, thick-necked guy lowered his hand. “How many copies?”“Two,” she claimed. “On memory.