Page 44 of The Marine

CHAPTER TEN

AIDAN

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“Bullshit. This yearit’ll be the Yankees. Mark my words,” Marshall says, straightening his black cap.

He’s got a rifle in his arms and is working security tonight while we have this pre-wedding dinner at Savannah and Ryder’s.

Well, technically it’s Savannah's mansion. I’m not sure where the two of them plan to live after they marry next week. They both have luxury properties in Los Angeles.

Maybe they will just keep the status quo and live between the two properties.

Not that it’s my business.

My security team will go wherever they’re needed.

People can do what they like as far as I’m concerned. I know a married couple who sleeps in separate bedrooms for different reasons. Snoring being one of those reasons. I guess they fuck, then get into their pajamas and head off to their bedrooms.

Whatever works.

I think about how I was lying in Briar’s bed the other night. I was tempted to close my eyes and let her snuggle up and spend the entire night there.

Too dangerous.

For all I know, her husband has a key. I probably should have asked. But then again, I had a Glock tucked into my jeans.

And my fist.

Briar is his wife, so I had no right being there.

My jaw grinds every time I fucking think about her belonging to someone else.

Yet she lives alone. She doesn’t wear a ring. And she still uses her maiden name. It’s hardly screaming marital bliss.

That and the fact she let me stick my cock inside her. Twice.

And enjoyed every minute of it.

Since I discovered her husband was hurting her, I’ve had my team dig into Kael West. He’s a real estate agent and is twenty-nine years old. Averagely successful and has a clean record.

Not a scratch.

Not even a speeding ticket or the use of marijuana.

More importantly, not a single sign of domestic abuse. Which means Briar hasn’t reported anything.

I know from the look of that bruise on her neck that it wasn’t the first time.

I sent one of my guys to follow him and he sent me some photos, but yesterday it got the better of me and I decided to go for a little drive myself. I ended up in the lobby of Kael’s building a few minutes before he started work.

I sat in the lobby, reading a newspaper in my Tom Ford suit and a pair of reading glasses I don’t need.

Kael walked in. Six foot one at a stretch. Average looking.

Small cock.

I could take him down in under nine seconds.

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