Split By the Mercs
They split everything three ways,
Including me.
When my village is threatened by a mutant gang, the elders turn to the Mercenaries Guild for assistance. The Mercs are the deadliest warriors in the whole galaxy, but their services come at a cost. And when my village can’t pay the fee, the Mercs suggest a different form of payment…
A woman of their choosing.
Now I’m standing on the stage with the other females of my village, waiting for the warriors to make their choice. I’m not worried. I know they won’t pick me, the grubby little miner with a bad attitude and tats.
So why is the Merc leader stopping right in front of me? Why is his rough finger lifting my chin? And why is that deep, rumbling voice speaking the words I never wanted to hear?
“You’re ours now, woman. Ours to claim. Ours to share…”
“Ours to split.”
Pages
- Page 1
- Page 2
- Page 3
- Page 4
- Page 5
- Page 6
- Page 7
- Page 8
- Page 9
- Page 10
- Page 11
- Page 12
- Page 13
- Page 14
- Page 15
- Page 16
- Page 17
- Page 18
- Page 19
- Page 20
- Page 21
- Page 22
- Page 23
- Page 24
- Page 25
- Page 26
- Page 27
- Page 28
- Page 29
- Page 30
- Page 31
- Page 32
- Page 33
- Page 34
- Page 35
- Page 36
- Page 37
- Page 38
- Page 39
- Page 40
- Page 41
- Page 42
- Page 43
- Page 44
- Page 45
- Page 46
- Page 47
- Page 48
- Page 49
- Page 50
- Page 51
- Page 52
- Page 53
- Page 54
- Page 55
- Page 56
- Page 57
- Page 58
- Page 59
- Page 60
- Page 61
- Page 62
- Page 63
- Page 64
- Page 65
- Page 66
- Page 67
- Page 68
- Page 69
- Page 70
- Page 71
- Page 72
- Page 73
- Page 74
- Page 75
- Page 76
- Page 77
- Page 78
- Page 79