TWENTY-EIGHT
Stuart Robins came tripping into the wheelhouse before Swain had a chance to say anything to his crew.
“Yo, cap’n, we’re only messing about your girl,” Tune said. “We know the wife’s hands-off.”
Swain didn’t doubt that for a second, he trusted his crew with his life and with Sassi. But with another man trying to muscle in on her against even her will, he was particularly sensitive to the subject of her virtue.
“What the f**k is going on?” Robins asked. “What the f**k we doing up here?”
“Taking care of things,” Swain said, shaking off as much of his grouchy mood as he could. As long as Sassi was on Eros, sleeping in his berth at night, she was safe. That was what he had to hold onto to keep his sanity. She was his focus and all that mattered. “Close the door, it’s time for
