Page 131 of The Marine

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

AIDAN

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Briar, where the fuckare you?

My heart hasn’t stopped pounding for over twenty-four hours. Since she’s been missing.

I sip the black coffee—fuck cream; I need the powerful shit right now—and go over and over everything in my head.

The news hit the media early this morning.

Escaped fugitive Johnny Trevis has been captured. He married Briar Sutton, assistant to actress Savannah Sinclair, in 2019 and has been living in Los Angeles...

Blah, blah, blah.

If I was a man with less self-control, there could have been another news story on this morning. It might have read either one of the following:

US Marine throttles woman in her home.

Old woman stabs US Marine in her own home.

Neither happened.

But it was close.

“You!” Mrs. Sutton said when she saw me. “What are you doing here?”

I held my hand up, stopping her from shutting the door in my face. “I’ll leave if you tell me Briar is here and safe.”

“Even if she was, I wouldn’t.”

Thank you.

You just did.

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