Page 113 of The Soldier

“Where is Miller now?” I shuffle in my chair, eager to get my hands on him.

Josh promised that I would get a few minutes with him to share mydispleasureif you get my drift.

When he doesn’t reply immediately I know the answer.Shit.It was always a long shot. I knew that despite his promise.

“The JAG team was right behind us. We had to hand him over to them. Sorry.” Josh shakes his head. “But you know how they treat sexual offenders inside. His military career is now over. He’s not going to go unpunished.”

“No, but I don’t get to smash my fist into his face.”

He shakes his head.

But Josh is right. I know JAG—the military legal division—will make sure it’s handled correctly, and he’s punished.

“Trina handed over some evidence, so they have a strong case.”

I swallow and feel myself pale.

“The restraint he used.” Aidan shares.

“Fucking piece of shit,” I mutter, gripping the arms of the chair and hearing them crack.

All three men are quiet.

Then Aidan says, “He can’t hurt anyone else, including Trina. Time to stop blaming yourself, Marsh.”

Bullshit.

“I’m the reason he did this. Roger messed up and got reprimanded.” I glance at Cole who doesn’t have clearance on the black ops mission, so I can’t say anything more. “Then he shows up in California a week later and forces his way into Trina’s life to get revenge.”

“You don’t know that.” Cole shakes his head.

Yeah, I do.

I glance at Aidan. Trina shared with Briar what Roger had said to her, and it’s made its way to me.

It was about getting revenge on me.

For his fuckup. He’s the one who got drunk and almost killed a bunch of Tier One operators, me, and let dangerous enemies go loose.

One who was trading in uranium and could right now be providing the product to dangerous people in Iran to make nuclear warheads.

But he’s not because I put a bullet in his fucking head.

I have another one in my pocket for Roger Miller if I ever get the chance. The guy is dangerous and shouldn’t be anywhere near a weapon or uniform again.

Except for a prison one.

“I want to be the one who tells Trina,” I say firmly and when a few brows lift, I snap. “I’m not the one who fucking raped her. Jesus Christ. She can tell me to leave if she wants, but I need to see her.”

A bunch of curses sound out.

“We can’t stop you.” Aidan lifts his hand in defeat.

No, they can’t. Trina’s radio silence has been deafening. I can’t stand it for a minute longer.

I know that she’s not physically harmed except for a few bruises but that’s not good enough.

She’s mine.

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