Page 46 of Saved By the Marines (Soldiers Of Misfortune)

Wolfe’s gaze caught mine in the rearview. “We have some business to take care of. Then we’re going to talk.”

All the moisture fled my mouth and I swallowed hard. They all looked pissed and I wondered if I’d handled that badly back there? “What business?”

We’d been driving for about forty-five minutes and were far outside the city. The darkness encroached around us. Wolfe didn’t bother answering me and Jas hadn’t even looked back at me once. The corner of Kip’s lips kicked up in response to my questioning gaze, but he too stayed quiet as Wolfe turned down a gravel driveway.

Headlights flooded the SUV as a car pulled in behind us. We parked and Wolfe cut the engine. “Everyone out.”

Rolling my eyes at my friend, we scrambled out of the car. They were all in a mood and I was already raw from confronting my ex and my father both in the same night. It was easier to listen…for now.

Three men exited the vehicle that had pulled in behind us and I watched with a small frown as my guys exchanged back thumping embraces with the newcomers.

They had a quick conversation I couldn’t hear before Wolfe led everyone into the house we’d parked at. I looked around as he flicked on the lights. It was a pretty big place—though not nearly as large as the McMansion Dad had always insisted on living in.

“Is this your house?” I asked.

“Yeah, Beauty. It is,” Kip told me with a grin. His mood was improving by the minute.

“What’s the reunion for?” A large burly guy with sandy brown hair and green eyes asked. He gave me and Amy a wink. “Though I don’t mind considering the company.”

“Suave,” Jasper snarled. “I swear to God I’ll cut your fucking dick off if you don’t keep your hands to yourself.”

Suave’s grin grew larger. “Well now, there’s finally something that you seem to give a shit about, Jas?” His eyes roamed over my body making me shiver and not in a good way. I didn’t want this guy eyeballing me like that.

“Enough,” the guy who seemed to be the newcomers’ leader barked. “Leave him the fuck alone, Suave.”

“What’s the plan, Wolfe?” The third guy asked. He was shorter and more wiry than Suave.

“We’re going to take Amy home and go see some college kids,” Wolfe said with a smile that was more bared teeth than anything.

My eyes widened. “Wait, you’re going to see Ted?” My heart rate picked up as nerves danced.

“That’s right,” Kip replied. “We’ve told your father how it’s going to be when it comes to you. Time for that piece of shit to hear it, too. Then we’re going to have that talk I promised.” His voice had dropped down into a warning growl.

Heat throbbed between my legs at the danger emanating from them. Why did they look so incredibly sexy like this? Pissed off and in revenge mode. “I’m going with you,” I insisted. Too much had happened over a short period of time for me to feel safe anywhere but with them.

“You’re not coming,” Wolfe told me.

“They’re just a bunch of college guys,” I told him, eyes narrowing.

“They forced our hand, Brat,” Jasper said, mistaking my words for worry for Ted and his friends. His dark eyebrows rose when Amy shot him a glare. She wasn’t pissed about what they were going to do to the guys, but about the name he’d called me. “Six of them today might be twelve of them tomorrow. We’re going to make sure that doesn’t happen.

She didn’t get a chance to voice her displeasure because the other leader spoke again. “You want us to go with you?”

“No, Brando. Your job is way more important.”

Wolfe’s eyes landed on me and suddenly everyone was staring at me. I shifted from foot to foot, not understanding.

“Oh man! We’re babysitting? Fucked up,” Suave muttered.

“Shut the fuck up, asshole,” the third man in his group said. “The fact that they’re leaving her with usisa big deal.”

“Yeah it is, Weaver,” Kip said, still watching me. “Anything happens to her and we’re going to have your balls.”

“Understood,” Weaver said with a grin.

Brando, Weaver, and Suave. Clearly whoever they were, they were like my guys. Marines, or something. I was too tired and uneasy to ask. It wasn’t that I cared about Ted. I just didn’t want to be left behind. The idea of them setting Ted straight did nothing to ease the desire building within me. I’d rather spend the night exploring that—and them—than staying here alone with strangers.

“Please,” I tried again. “I don’t want to stay here alone…” My eyes flicked over to the other men and though I felt guilty for insinuating that I didn’t trust them, it was the truth.

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