Weapons Master Galactic Gladia - Anna Hackett Page 0,34

his suggestions were ludicrous.

Al’oth launched into his ideas, his arms waving, and his entourage nodding.

Maxon growled. He didn’t want to waste time with this idiot. He wanted to be with Bellamy.

His blood heated. Their night had been wild and drakking amazing. His cock twitched just thinking about it. He reached deep for some control.

She’d taken him places he’d never been. She’d been open, not hiding how much he pleased her.

Jax elbowed him. “I know that look. Pay attention.”

Maxon grunted. Al’oth was still going on and on. He forced himself to listen to the buyer.

Some of the suggestions… Drak, no. He’d never compromise his designs with this nonsense. The man’s second in charge stood beside him, and clearly read Maxon’s face.

“Sire, the weapons master and the House of Rone are the best at this. He’ll deliver you an exquisite weapon. Why don’t you give him the gifts you brought?”

“Yes, yes.” Al’oth clapped his hands. “A little token of my appreciation.” Some of his entourage came forward with boxes. “Gifts from my oasis. One-of-a-kind.”

They opened the boxes and Maxon stared at sparkly useless objects, bottles filled with liquids, and polished rocks.

He bit his tongue, trying not to snap. He crossed his arms over his chest.

Jax leaned in. “You know, women enjoy gifts. Pretty things, stuff that makes them happy.” The cyborg raised a brow. “Especially a woman who’s been in captivity and denied lots of things.”

“I don’t do gifts.” Unless it was a weapon.

Or a tool. Bellamy had liked the one he’d given her.

Just thinking of her again made him want to see her, and get an update on the Edull situation.

“Enough,” Maxon boomed.

Al’oth and his retainers froze. Jax rolled his eyes.

“I will design the weapon as I see fit.” Maxon spun and walked out.

He was known for being difficult. He didn’t give a drak if the client had a tantrum. He headed out into the corridor and down to the training arena. As he drew closer, he heard feminine laughter.

He turned the corner, and saw the sand of the training arena framed by the pillars and archways of the walkway. Bellamy and the other women from Earth were out in the sunshine.

Quinn was swinging her sword, while Sage, Jayna, Bellamy, and young Grace fired weapons at targets.

Sage and Jayna were laughing hard. Both were clearly terrible shots. Their targets were almost untouched.

Bellamy and Grace appeared to be much more talented. Although he knew Toren had taken a keen interest in training the girl. Simone sat in the shade nearby, sipping drinks with Ever.

Bellamy laughed and ruffled Grace’s straight, black hair.

The sound of her laughter echoed right through Maxon.

She hadn’t had any nightmares while she’d been in his arms. He was drakking happy about that. And here she was, laughing.

Everything she’d been through, and she was healing. She wouldn’t let it twist her like he had.

His lip curled. His family’s rejection had changed him. What happened when Bellamy was settled? Would she still want a surly loner like him touching her?

“Thanks for abandoning me with Al’oth.” Jax appeared.

“I don’t pander to idiots.”

Jax snorted. “You aren’t nice to anyone.” He cocked his head. “Although, the way you’re looking at Bellamy, like you want to get her naked and to lick her all over, makes me think you’ll be nice to her.”

“There’s nothing going on,” Maxon denied. He didn’t want people in their private business.

“Riiiight,” the cyborg drawled.

The women spotted them and waved them over.

“Any update on the Edull?” Bellamy asked straight away.

“Galen is talking with his king friend today about an invite,” Jax said.

Drak. Bellamy’s gaze locked with Maxon’s. She smiled.

Once they had an invite, that meant he’d have to take her back to Bari Batu. Drakking hell.

“And Zhim has some other info as well,” Jax continued.

Bellamy moved toward Maxon. Then surprising him, she leaped on him.

He caught her just seconds before she kissed him. He lifted her higher and kissed her back. Her hands slid into his hair.

Hoots and laughter filled the air.

“Hey, Ace,” she murmured against his lips. “I missed you.”

Drak. He’d missed her too.

“You are trouble.” He set her down and squeezed her ass.

Jax shot Maxon a knowing look.

“I knew it was only a matter of time.” Quinn grinned at them.

“We knew, too.” Sage beamed, her arm wrapped around Jayna.

“Guess what?” Bellamy said.

“What?” Maxon asked.

“The women have organized a dinner in my honor. There’s going to be eating, drinking, having fun.”

He grunted. Socializing was not his idea of fun.

She leaned closer, her voice dropping into a whisper. “Have you ever