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“Yeah, he said he was going to do a big fat dump. And then toss off to a picture of your mama. Want more details?” Johnson shakes his head.

He’s a fuckwit too.

“Don’t you want to know why he’s here?”

“Nope.” Johnson shakes his head.

Anderson, another one of the Rangers, throws a pair of stinky socks at me. “It’s top secret, idiot. Maybe he is working directly for POTUS.”

I toss them back.

Fuck that. Adams isn’t that important.

“In his dreams. Aren’t you curious? Why isn’t Delta or another Tier One team taking care of it?”

He shrugs.

“We aren’t here to ask questions of the decisions made above us. You know that.” Anderson glances up at the clock.

“Seems suspicious as hell to me,” I mutter.

They both wait for me to expand but I don’t. It’s a gut feeling. Why would he leave, then return for one mission? Who is hereally working for? My mind starts ticking over, going down dark pathways.

I’ll let it go for now but I’m keeping an eye on him.

If I find anything out it could work in my favor. After this mission I should be getting promoted. That means more money and a higher rank.

Fuck Marshall Adams.

I’ll out rank him one day soon and then he can fucking salute me.

CHAPTER TEN

TRINA

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My eyes dart around the BHS lunchroom looking for him. It’s been a week, and I don’t think he’s back.

No one is saying a damn thing either.

Marshall.

Where is he?

I know I said I wasn’t going to come back here but I’m...well, I’m worried. Not that he’s not big and ugly enough to look after himself. I know he’s Special Forces, but I wanted to see him in the flesh to check he’s alive.

Then I’ll leave.

It’s a hangover from my childhood I guess. Nothing to do with my feelings for him. Which are purely hormonal.

Clearly.

I even messaged the arrogant ass last night and he hasn’t replied. I know he left his number on my board hoping I would so either he’s taking his damn time to reply, or he’s overseas. My money is on the latter. And I don’t mean that because I’m confident he’d reply.

Okay, yes I do.

I grab a cider from the fridge, twist it open, toss the top into the trash, then head over to the pool table. I need a distraction.

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