Chapter 100

Aramus never understood why his enemies never took his advice. He warned them not to fuck with him. Warned the little prick to leave his female alone. Stupid humans, they just never goddamned listened, and he was done giving them fair warning.

The fear in Riley's eyes spurred him into action. Aramus wasn't about to let the asshole entering her cell hurt one hair on her stubborn head. Only he was allowed to yank her hair or make her cry, preferably in pleasure.

Beside, human or not, what male didn't want an opportunity to prove he was the biggest and toughest warrior around? A reputation like his didn't come from letting others come to the rescue. What was a little scorched flesh when it came to keeping the legend of Aramus, baddest motherfucking cyborg, alive? That and he loved seeing the whites of the bastards' eyes as they realized their foolishness-and faced their mortality.