Page 68 of The Marine

Then I followed. Just got out of my car like a fucking stalker and followed her.

I’m not sorry.

God knows she wasn’t going to see me with her dark glasses as if she was hiding from the paparazzi, not the sun.

She most definitely had a hangover.

All the girls were trashed after half a bottle of tequila shots.

Well, except Savannah, who’s pregnant—oh and her porn name ended up being Sparkle Snatch.

Ryder gave up vetoing them and just between us, I think he likes the name. I wouldn’t be surprised if that name ends up in the bedroom. Or wherever they do their business.

Marshall’s ass ended up on the side of the sofa where he and Trina bickered half the night. I’m not sure if she wants to fuck him or behead him.

I only say that because it was one of her threats. To which he replied, “Baby you can play with my sword any day.”

Barf.

It took all my willpower not to take Briar home after the party ended. I couldn’t drive and I didn’t have an excuse to get into the Uber with the girls. (I do pity the driver having to listen to them sing Taylor Swift over and over and over.)

But having her in my arms again—aka fucking her in the bathroom—is supercharging my need to possess and protect her.

Then I see her on a date with her husband.

Ex-husband.

Is he? Isn’t she fucking leaving him?

They weren’t screaming marital bliss yesterday, but it still drove me mad watching them. I stood across the road, leaning against a building in the shadows, and watched through the window.

His little touches made my trigger finger itchy.

The way he put his hand on the small of her back when they walked out of the café. How Briar flinched and wrapped her arm around herself.

Then, fuck me dead, Trina pulls up beside them and Briar almost leaps into the vehicle. That had me pushing away from the wall and getting ready to act.

I wasn’t sure what the asshole was doing to do, but I stood as Kael watched them drive away and saw pure evil in his eyes.

Even from across the road.

I’m a Marine, I’m trained to observe and act. Kael is a man who likes control. He’s hurt her before and will do it again.

I don’t fucking trust him.

I do not want her around him.

So what the fuck was she doing with him? And I don’t mean because my cock was deep inside her the night before—although, yeah—but because she’s clearly not living with him, and I assumed they were not together.

“When you say stuff, do you mean Briar?” Josh asks.

Um, what the hell?

I run my towel over my face and take a moment to catch myself before looking my best friend in the face.

“What?” I keep my voice steady.

Josh snorts and walks over to where his water bottle is. “Good try. Now spill.”

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