Page 49 of Saved By the Marines (Soldiers Of Misfortune)

Kip scooped him up off the ground by his shirt and carried him through the nearest bedroom, and made for the window. He dragged Ted across the desk and used Ted’s body to break the window, hanging his torso over the ledge.

“Please, please don’t!” Ted wailed.

“You will never come around Bailey again. You won’t call her, won’t email. If you see her in the street you will cross the road and hide. Do you understand?”

“Yes. Yes” He begged.

“Same goes for your fraternity brothers, assuming they speak to you at all after this.”

“Yes, okay. Please!”

“Good.” Kip pulled him back through the window and dropped him on the ground. We headed back down stairs and found Jas sitting on one of the unconscious bodies, looking fully disappointed.

“No one else wanted to come out and play. They all ran.”

Chuckling, I held out my hand and pulled Jas to his feet. “Let’s get back to our girl.”

We left the frat house in shambles and we drove home in satisfied silence.

CHAPTER22

Bailey

Somehow I’d managed to fall asleep. Deep voices woke me and I realized someone had tossed a blanket over me, but left me on the couch. The light was out in the living room, but on in the dining room and my heart leapt when I saw my guys standing there talking to their friends.

Pulling out my phone, I checked the time, surprised to see how late it was. I thought for sure I’d be up all night worrying, but the events of the day had worn me out. I still wasn’t sleeping very well at night. It was a pleasant surprise if I only woke up once to check my room to make sure no one had crept in. It was irrational. I knew that. The men who’d taken me were dead. The guys who’d vowed to guard me weren’t about to let it happen again, but I still couldn’t seem to make peace with that at night. When I was alone in the dark those fears came back.

We’d been staying in my dad’s house, so I hadn’t given in and asked any of the guys to stay with me. Now that we were at their home, I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I hoped I wouldn’t be sleeping alone anymore.

I crept over toward the kitchen. Over the last month I’d only seen my guys in my father’s world. I wanted to see what they were like here, relaxed, speaking with friends without some threat hanging over all our heads.

“How’d it go?” Brando asked.

I felt guilty for falling asleep and not speaking with him and his friends. Maybe there’d be time again in the future.

“Pretty much as expected,” Wolfe said with a shrug.

“They bled like stuck pigs and most of them begged,” Jasper added.

My stomach fluttered and I realized with shock that it turned me on. Them going and beating the crap out of a bunch of guys had my pussy throbbing. What was wrong with me? Violence shouldn’t turn me on this way. I didn’t think it was so much the violence, but the fact that they were willing to do anything to protect me. After growing up with a father who never gave a crap about my existence, except for what I could do for him and his career, it was nice having their attention on me.

All of them were chuckling over an imitation that Kip was doing.

“How’d she do?” Wolfe asked, once they all quieted down.

“Good. She fell asleep almost immediately,” Brando told them.

“Slept like a log, too,” Weaver said with a grin.

My cheeks heated up and I hoped I hadn’t snored or something embarrassing like that.

“She was exhausted,” Suave snapped, giving his friend a harsh look.

“I wasn’t saying anything bad,” Weaver shot back. A large grin spread over his face. “Pretty sure this one is infatuated with your girl.” He jerked a thumb at Suave.

“The fuck I am,” the big man snarled.

“He put a pillow under her head,” Brando said, his own grin growing.

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