Page 21 of Saved By the Marines (Soldiers Of Misfortune)

My teeth ground together as he poked my chest again. His finger digging into my skin, his provoking words, the anger on his face, none of it mattered to me. I was already beating myself up for losing Bailey. She was like a soft little rabbit. She wasn’t made to be out in the world alone. It was my job to protect her and I’d fucking failed.

The senator kept railing at me, yelling about how we were useless and incompetent. It was one thing to insult me, but no one insulted my team. No one.

Grabbing his hand, I twisted until his finger was off me, then I kept going, spinning his body until I had him bent over with his arm in an arm bar. He couldn’t move without me snapping his wrist, elbow, or shoulder. My choice.

“Get your hands off me!”

“Never speak about my brothers that way if you want to fucking live,” I snarled at him.

“Wolfe…” Kip cautioned.

Even Jas looked nervous. It was because they knew me well. There was a reason that I kept myself locked down with layers upon layers of discipline. If I let go of my legendary anger, I’d burn the world down around me. Bailey’s loss plus this sniveling—he actually sounded like he was sobbing—bastard’s words had me teetering on that edge.

We were Marine Force Recon. The team was my life. That didn’t mean I was going to stand here and take abuse from this shit stain. Not when he was the one who brought Bailey here. The one who insisted she make appearances with him—putting her even more into the limelight and in danger.

I released him and watched as he backed up, rubbing his arm. He headed toward the door. “I’m calling the cops, but I expect you to fix your mistake. Find my daughter. Bring her home.” With that, he started walking away.

“Where the fuck are you going?” Kip moved over into the doorway and shouted after him.

“To find someone else who isn’t a fuckup that can help.”

Kip’s lip lifted in disgust, but all he said as he turned was, “Some fucking Marine he must have been.”

I agreed wholeheartedly. The senator was a coward and was heading back to his room instead of stepping up to help us find his daughter. That didn’t matter right now. The only thing that did was finding Bailey.

As if reading my thoughts, Jas met my gaze. “How are we going to find her?”

“The embassy has security footage,” Kip offered.

“Which we don’t have access to,” I muttered. “We aren’t on our usual orders and there’s no way they’ll give it to us.”

“The only way they would give it to us is if he asked for it,” Jas said, motioning the way the Senator had just left. “I’ll go get him to request it.”

“It’ll take too long,” I growled, stopping him in his tracks. “We’ll start looking on our own.”

“Uh, Wolfe, normally I’d agree, but we were sent here to babysit. We don’t have any of our usual supplies,” Kip pointed out. “We’re sort of dead in the water unless you know someone here who can help us out.”

A smile spread over my face. “Doubt they’re here right now,” I said, “but they can help.”

The others gave each other confused looks as I pulled my phone out of my pocket and hit a number and put it on speaker phone.

“Oh my God! Suave! Oooo!”

My brows shot up as the woman screamed out in orgasmic bliss. A grunting sound came over the connection. Kip doubled over, holding his gut as he laughed. Even Jas’s lips twitched in what could have been a smile.

“Please tell me you didn’t just answer our call in the middle of fucking a woman?” I asked.

The heavy breathing from our friend over the line made me shake my head. “Well, I’m not fucking a donkey. What do you want, Wolfe?” Suave grunted.

“I’m going to need you to knock it the fuck off first.”

“Bro,” Suave complained. “I’m fucking close. I’ll come then call you back.” A giggle from whichever women he’d charmed into his bed sounded.

“It’s important, Suave.”

He grumbled, then the telltale sound of a hand smacking an ass sounded. “Get out.”

“What?” she screeched.

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