Page 92 of Pretend
Me: How does it feel?
I take in a deep breath from the corner of the room as I watch her. She’s in work mode; the way she moves and the way she speaks, she’s passionate about doing this job just like I am with mine, and it’s so fascinating tosee. Her hair is tied back perfectly in a tight bun that I’m tempted to make a mess of. Her uniform hugs her body, and she looks confident.
She tenses as she feels her phone buzz.
“Excuse me.” She pardons herself and pulls out her phone. She shakes her head. She’s doing everything she can not to flush. But before she can turn off her phone, I don’t give her a chance to ignore me.
Me: How does it feel to be up there while my come drips out of your well-fucked pussy in front of everyone?
She clears her throat and shuts off her phone. I can’t help but chuckle.
There’s a map, and she explains what she’s found to help us execute our plan, the orders that need to be followed through, and the top-secret missions that no one knows about except the very few people who will be working on them.
Alessia finishes her first speech and begins her next one, and Kane follows her behind as she grabs another folder. My heart skips a beat, and I track their movements. My eyes follow her ass as she walks. Blood rushes down, and I blink rapidly.
I take a deep breath, and it clears my head.
She looks so fucking sexy when she’s in her uniform. She looks even better when she’s underneath me.
Fuck, I can’t concentrate.
I whip out my bullet and start twirling it. I grind my teeth and start going back and forth myself. Should I stop this relationship, we agreed on before it gets too much?
“The families that The Surgeon captured…they were killed.” Alessia’s once hardened administrative voice turns into something fragile and breakable. The news shocks everyone. Wrath begins to fill my soul. I straighten my posture, and I ball my fists. She exchanges glances with the multiple SEAL Teams in front of her, then with Delta and other special operators to her left. Everyone grows quiet as she continues. “He recently captured a group of soldiers and...”
Then she pins her brown eyes onto me in the back of the room. They’re not sparkling or shimmering like they always do. Usually, I love the way her honey iris’ glow when she sees me, but, instead, they’re full of something I don’t like. I don’t like what I’m seeing at all.
They’re full of pity…and I resent it.
You’ve never looked at me like this.
I stop twirling the bullet and look down at my scarred hand.
I’m seeing red. Complete darkness consumes me as I listen to her give the details of the next mission regarding plans to get to him. Memories of being tortured are back in full swing with demons that swarm my broken soul.
They’re going out on missions. And I’m fucking stuck here. My initial anger when Alessia was first assigned to me howls over my mind.
I can feel the phantom pain in my face…and it wreaks havoc on my spirit. All of a sudden, the room is smaller, the air is thin, and my body grows taut because I know what he did to them before he killed them all.
I tune Alessia out as my body grows cold and painful. Suddenly, her voice is replaced with the Admiral’s and Rooker’s, and then a hurricane of chatter thrives.
Work is done for the day, and we’re escorting her back to her room, but Rooker’s voice stops me. Kane continues to walk Alessia out.
“You’re taking the reins, Creature.”
I shift on my feet, my heart racing at the thought of leaving Alessia alone.
“What about Valentin?”
“Bane and Texas will take over. We need your skills on the forefront this time, keeping us safe while we do our job.”
I will never fail a mission, especially if I take out bad guys. It’s been a while since I’ve looked an evil soul in the eyes as I eliminated them. That sounds like a good plan.
“Lopez doesn’t know his head from his ass. Are you sure he can protect her?” I ask Rooker.
“Really, asshole? I’m standing right next to you.” Lopez mutters with offense.
“I’m just saying…I know you like to mess with women who are off limits, cowboy.”
