Cosmic Diamonds (Whitney Powers Paranormal Adventures Book 4)

by Jason Paul Rice

  12

  Trent

  Trent stared at his wife on the other side of the thick Plexiglas. There were small holes drilled in the entire window that allowed sound to carry through.

  Trent tried to hold back the tears. “They didn’t seem very receptive to getting you out of here.”

  Whitney said, “What do you mean? Roxelle had promised that if anything went wrong, I was safe. How can she back out now?”

  Trent sighed. “That’s what I tried to warn you about being undercover. These people aren’t exactly honorable and she basically said her word means nothing and you should have never believed her.”

  Whitney’s face went white as a ghost. She spoke like she was in shock. “I just. What is going to happen? I’m just. I’m just going to die?”

  Trent promised. “I won’t let that happen. I’m going to get you out of here if it costs me my life in the process. I love you and I’m getting you out of here.”

  Her face brightened. “So you have a plan?”

  Trent said, “Not exactly yet, but I’ve got some ideas swirling around in my head.” Trent lied. He didn’t have a clue as to where to even start. He was on a strange planet and didn’t have any friends. In fact, he had just made enemies with the most ruthless beings in the city.

  The sliver of hope faded from her face and tears streamed down her cheeks. “Tell Lancelot that I loved him more than anything. Raise him well. For me.”

  Trent said, “Stop that right now. Don’t talk like that. I said I will get you out and I will. I’ll admit when I was kidnapped and inside that dream world, I never thought I would get out. I was sure I was going to die. I’m sure that’s how you are feeling right now too.”

  “That was a completely different situation.”

  Trent shook his head. “Not entirely. All hope was lost. It took you turning into a dragon, sure, but we got out of it. We’ve faced some pretty tall mountains so far and we’ve conquered every single one. This won’t be any different.”

  Some blood returned to her pale face. “I just can’t believe she is going back on her word. Makes me so mad.”

  Trent offered, “Mimick stood up for you. For what it’s worth.”

  “I actually like him. He’s the only nice one. The hell with the rest of those thugs, especially Roxelle.” She said her name in a mocking tone. “And the bastard that left me for dead while I was stealing the code. He can die too. In fact, all of them could die except for Mimick.” Her face became even more flushed as she got more animated during her statement.

  Trent told her. “Calm down, baby. You know what happens when you get mad.”

  “What, this?” She held up the back of her hand where a shield of tiny silver scales had replaced her normal tone.

  “Don’t do it. They have some heavy-duty weapons in this station. They will be able to take you out before you escape. These walls are apparently reinforced to withstand a tornado so even with your dragon power, you won’t make it out alive.”

  “So I’m completely helpless then. Great.” She started to calm down and the scales disappeared.

  “You aren’t helpless. You have me. It might take some ingenuity on my part, but I will get you out. Try to stay positive. Think about your family and our son,” Trent said with emotion.

  “You want me to think about the people that I’m never going to see again. Why would you want me to do that?”

  Trent didn’t know what to say. “You are going to see everyone again. I’m going to get you out of here and we are going to stop these people from invading Soro Exxo. This is just a hurdle in the way.”

  A heavy hand tapped him on the shoulder and the guard said, “Visiting time is up.”

  He stared into his wife’s crying eyes. “I love you baby. They’re kicking me out now.”

  “Fine. Just go then.”

  “Baby, I don’t want to. I’d stay here all day with you if they’d let me. But, I’m going to find a way to get you out of here. I love you.”

  Whitney stared at him in silence.

  Trent spoke as he was backing away, “I said I love you, baby.”

  She could barely whisper. “I love you too.”

  A guard pulled Whitney away and led her back to her cell.

  Trent left the station with a crater in his chest. His heart had been plucked out by his conversation with Whitney. It was killing him to see his wife in a prison suit and handcuffs. He used his armScreen to order a HoverCab.

  He stood on the sidewalk of a busy intersection and thought about throwing himself in front of one of the cars. He had never possessed any suicidal tendencies, but the gravity of this situation had his mind entertaining crazy thoughts.

  The Cab showed up and hovered about ten feet above Trent. A metal ladder lowered from the car and Trent climbed up into the driverless vehicle. He gave the cab his address and leaned back against the soft head rest.

  This can’t be how it all ends. We can’t die on some planet light years away from our son. Why did the family of ghosts send us here? Why couldn’t they take care of their own problems? Sure, they helped us get the money to secure financing for our company, but to send us to our deaths?

  He walked into the rental property and kicked his shoes off. He immediately sniffed the scent of his lover. Vanilla and orange blossoms. He lay down on the couch and closed his eyes. He opened them a moment later and sat up.

  He couldn’t fall asleep right now even though his body was screaming at him to get some rest. His mind raced in a thousand different directions, but they all turned out to be dead ends. He didn’t have any leverage whatsoever on this planet.

  Endorphins streaked through his body as an idea hit him. This plan could work. He didn’t want to do it, but he didn’t have a choice. More natural energy forced him to stand up and pace around the unit. He tried to imagine what supplies he would need and where to get them.

  He started hacking away at his computer Screen in his forearm. He wanted to know if there were any hardware stores on this planet.

  13

  Trent

  Trent set down the two bags of supplies next to the couch. He ripped open the packaging and took the items into the bedroom. Her scent captured his olfactory senses again. He tossed the items on the bed and went back to the living room.

  Trent got cleaned up, ate a meal pill and called for a hoverCab. His plan was a long shot, but much better than sitting on his ass doing nothing. The worry caused his stomach to tie in knots and writhe in pain.

  He pulled up the sleeve of his skintight silver suit and looked at his armScreen. The Cab had sent a notification that it would be there momentarily. Trent stepped out into an orange dusk. He felt chilly and pushed his sleeve down. He still didn’t feel right about this.

  The hoverCab landed next to him and the door opened automatically. Trent got in and the door slowly sealed shut. A speaker said, “Destination please.”

  “Space Shots.”

  A monotone voice said, “You are referencing the bar, Space Shots, on Gullelli Drive. Is this the correct destination?”

  “Yes,” Trent confirmed.

  He entered the bar as the automatic door slid open. The scent of cherry tobacco lingered in the dimly lit room. The decorative pattern seemed to consist of shades of green and the place looked like a group of leprechauns had exploded. Even the rectangular droid bartender looked like a green mailbox.

  A bar that resembled a grassy island sat in the middle of the room with haphazardly scattered tables and chairs around it. A black jukebox in the far corner broke the green theme. Trent took a seat at the bar. About a dozen beings sat at the bar and about ten others stumbled around the rest of the room.

  He slapped the red button to summon the bartender and leaned back in the high stool. He nonchalantly glanced around the room. He didn’t recognize anyone as he leaned forward. The bartender slid down the track and stopped in front of Trent.

  He felt guilty having a drink with his wife in the slammer, but he didn’t wa
nt to look out of place. He ordered a Cosmic Soldier and the droid scanned his armScreen. A few minutes later, a female alien with green skin and a tight shirt that barely contained her huge breasts, brought him a drink.

  Trent had noticed a pattern among the drink servers in this city. He didn’t quite understand it because you tipped before the server brought out the drinks. It must be for the second and third round, after you got a good look at the lady. He wondered why he hadn’t seen any male servers with bulging crotches for the females.

  Trent had a few drinks as the bar filled up gradually. He wasn’t sure what to do if he ran into one of the members of the diamond heist. He had threatened all their lives. Upon reflection, it wasn’t the smartest move to threaten a band of murderers.

  His plan relied on blind luck, but he didn’t have any other options. Trent ordered another drink and Gerelle walked through the front door. Trent turned away, pretending that he hadn’t seen her. He played with his armScreen, not doing anything in particular.

  The woman sat across from him, about ten meters away, on the other side of the square island bar. They made eye contact and she quickly glanced away. Trent took a deep breath, but that was a good sign. Her lips had curled up just enough to convince him this plan might work.

  He grabbed his drink from the green serving lady and walked over to the other side of the bar. He nervously took a sip from his drink as he approached the female.

  “Sorry about yesterday. I was full of emotion and acting irrationally.” He lied and hoped his act was convincing.

  “Sit down,” Gerelle said in a seductive voice and pointed to the empty stool next to her.

  Trent put his foot on the cylindrical, golden bar rail and pushed himself up into the green chair. “Thanks.”

  Gerelle seemed to be getting lost in Trent’s eyes so he turned away. She said, “Don’t look away. Turn your chair so we can talk.”

  Trent reluctantly wiggled his chair and moved it just enough to face her.

  She said, “That’s better. Now I can see that pretty face. So are you over the bitch, yet?”

  Trent used every ounce of strength in his body not to punch her in the mouth. He grabbed his thigh to try to stop shaking and forced an ugly smile. He reached over and claimed his drink off the bar. “This helps.” He swirled the red liquid around and took a swig.

  Gerelle’s smile crept from her lips to her wide-open eyes and she unbuttoned the top button on her shirt. Trent wanted to move away because she was making him extremely uncomfortable with her amorous gazes. “Maybe you’re ready for something a little nasty.” She slapped her thick thigh.

  Trent cocked his head to the side and smirked. “I do like to get a little nasty. How did you know?”

  Gerelle slammed the rest of her drink and put her hand on Trent’s forearm. She rubbed his unaltered arm in a seductive manner until Trent pulled away.

  She pursed her lips and made a kissing sound. “I don’t like a man that pulls out like that. Imagine the beautiful offspring we could have. I know you probably loved her or whatever, but you need to forget about all that now. I’m here to make you feel better.” Her hand dropped down to playfully tickle his washboard stomach. “Damn, I could get used to this.”

  Trent squirmed but he didn’t jump out of his seat. He moved his chair closer and called the bartender to get more drinks. Shots too. It was time to kick this party into high gear. They proceeded to get hammered in a relatively short time span.

  Trent checked around the bar and noticed that the place was almost empty. The sleeplessness and intoxication made for a confusing cocktail as her face appeared to be surreal, almost like a painting.

  “Let’s get out of here and have some fun,” Gerelle whispered in his ear.

  “I just need to use the bathroom and then we can go.” Trent went to the restroom and noticed that even the urinals were green.

  The next hour was a blur of memories and he stood outside the rental property with the woman he had picked up at the bar. He fumbled to get the door to open as his hand shook with the key swerving left and right. He finally hit the laser projection and the door slid open.

  They stumbled in and Trent turned on the lights.

  “Sweet couch. Let’s go have some fun on that.” Gerelle winked at him but due to her extreme drunkenness it looked more like a blink.

  “No. Not the couch. It’s straight to the bedroom for us.”

  The aroma of Whitney’s perfume acted like a shot of adrenaline. He became more alert and re-focused on his mission. His inebriation persisted but he was more in control now.

  He led her to the bed and she fell back and pulled Trent on top of her. She leaned up to meet his lips and Trent backed away. “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing,” he said and moved his head forward. Gerelle’s lips felt alien on his. They were soft and warm and welcoming, but they weren’t Whitney’s.

  Her tongue invaded his mouth and swirled around as though it was inspecting a new land. Trent removed his shirt and her face lit up even more. She rubbed his chest and pulled his face to hers. He kissed her again and it started to feel more natural.

  He unbuttoned her top and exposed a lovely set of orange breasts with purple nipples. He softly kissed her chest as he slid off his pants, making sure to leave his boxers on. He kissed down her belly and pried the tight leather from her legs.

  He went to peel away the bright pink thong and stopped. “I have an idea. You said you like nasty, but do you like dangerous sex?”

  “I’ll do anything you want, baby.”

  Don’t call me baby. Only one person in this world, no universe, gets to call me that.

  He pulled the rope out of the closet. “I’m going to tie you up and have my way with you. And there will be nothing you can do about it. You can beg for mercy as much as you want, but you will be mine.”

  “Uhh, ummm. That’s making me hot already. I’ve never been tied up before.”

  Trent caressed down her right arm and tied a knot around her wrist. He stretched the rope over to the bedpost and secured the knot. He yanked it to make sure it was secure. She grabbed his manhood with her free hand. “How long do I have to wait for this?”

  Trent leaned in and kissed her. “Just a little bit longer.” He tied her other arm to the bedpost and moved down to her legs.

  She quaked in anticipation as he kissed the inside of her knee. Trent wrapped the stretchy white rope around her ankle and anchored it to the nearest bedpost. He got her final appendage secured and stood up.

  “Try to get away,” he said playfully.

  She wiggled around. “Oh, no, it looks like I’m stuck.” She locked eyes with him. “Anyone could do anything they wanted to me and I couldn’t stop them.”

  “No. Really try to get away. I want to make sure you won’t bust loose in the throes of passion.”

  She trashed around but couldn’t get loose. “You must be pretty good at tying knots. Is there anything else you are good at?” She winked.

  “As much as I do love all your sexual innuendo, I hate to do this.” Trent went to leave the room.

  “You’ve got to be kidding me. What are you doing? AAAAHHHHHHHH,” she started screaming.

  Trent walked back over to the bed and she quieted down. “I will gag you if I have to. I didn’t want to have to do this, but this is the only way I can get my wife out. I’m not going to leave you for dead. This is just until I get my baby back.”

  “You piece of shit.”

  “I can actually understand that and I am sorry about all of this. What did Glint promise you to do this job?” He sat down on the bed.

  “He said he could take me to some stupid planet full of peaceful ghosts. I said I wanted no part in that so he said he would give me a diamond the size of my head and drop me off on my planet after the heist.”

  “How much is a diamond like that worth on your planet?”

  “About twenty years’ salary and I could retire early. Real early.”

  “
I’ll come back and get you after I get my wife out. You can still get that huge rock, I just need to get my girl.”

  “I don’t even care about the diamond. I mean I do, but early retirement doesn’t mean anything if I’m dead. Glint tried to tell me there’s nothing to worry about, but I know better than that.”

  “It’s the biggest diamond heist in the history of the universe and they are downplaying it like it’s no big deal.”

  She chuckled. “Look. If you let me go, I’ll just find a way to get home and you don’t have to worry anymore.”

  “Wish I could. It’s not that I don’t trust you, it’s just that I don’t trust anyone. I let you go and you run to the gang, I’m screwed. I can’t take that chance. Again, I’m sorry. I hope you can understand.”

  “Understand. I understand you are a piece of shit.” The woman yawned and her heavy eyelids slowly closed.

  The next day Trent paced back and forth along the hallway. He kept peering into the bedroom, but his guest was still asleep. He concentrated on how he could get in touch with the crew without any of them trying to kill him.

  “What the hell?” the woman said.

  Trent turned right into the bedroom. “Good morning.”

  “Holy shit, did we get super kinky last night or what? Untie me like a good boy.”

  “You don’t remember anything from last night, do you?”

  “I remember coming back here and fooling around and now I’m tied up naked so I have a pretty good idea of what happened.”

  “Nothing happened. Well, some stuff happened. Here, take this pill.” He stuffed the little white tablet into her mouth.

  She appeared to have trouble getting the pill down so Trent poured some water into her mouth. Liquid gushed out of the sides of her mouth followed by a gulping sound.

  “What was that?” she asked.

  “Now you ask after you eat it. It was a daily meal. I hate to do this but I need to leave you here while I go get my wife back. I’ll be back here to let you loose as soon as I get her out. This is only temporary.”