“Keep your hands off my sister, you motherfucker!”
“No,” I same calmly.Again, to irritate him.
“Go.Get in the showers.”Aidan pushes Cole out of the room.“Then go home and get some fucking sleep.”
Cole glares at me and starts shaking his fist, which much hurt like a motherfucker.Or will in about thirty minutes.
“Stay away from Caylee.”
“No.”I drag my mouth along my forearm, wiping off more blood.
“Jesus Christ.”Aidan curses as Cole tries to take a step closer again.“Get out of here.I’ll deal with Jake.”
After a bit more alpha glaring, he grabs his bag and stalks out.
That went well.
I should probably tell Caylee.
I will, after I use some of those nice new condoms—afterI’ve fucked her sweet pussy.
“Might not look like it, but I was trying to build a bridge,” I tell Aidan.
“Well, thank fuck you don’t work as a goddamn US diplomat.”
I laugh, lifting my shirt to soak up the last of the blood.
––––––––
LIAM ARRIVES AN hourlater.I’ve done a workout, showered and am sitting at my desk checking emails.
Cole has gone home and is hopefully enjoying some shut-eye.It didn’t take long before everyone heard what happened in the gym.
“I warned you.”Liam slumps down in his chair and frowns at the bruise forming on my face.
“I’ll live.”I snort, sipping my coffee.
Having a fight with one of my new colleagues is not the best way to integrate into an office full of male warriors, but they probably respect me for it.
Or not.
Either way, I’m not walking away from Caylee.Nor was I wrong in how I dealt with the crime scene where his pregnant fiancée, Scarlett, was held captive by Chen.
I was the head US Marshal in charge.
End of fucking story.
Cole’s been defensive since the moment he laid eyes on me.Learning I was Caylee’s ex hasn’t helped, but he’s going to have to accept me.I’m sticking around as long as she’ll accept me.
Which may not be long.
“Look, Jake, BHS is the top private security group in the United States,” Liam says, leaning forward.“You might want to rethink this.Caylee’s a great girl, don’t get me wrong, but—”
“Woman.”I correct.
He blinks, then shakes his head like I’m a fucking idiot.
I might be.
