The Marine (Black Hawke Security #3)
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
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KAEL
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F ucking bitch. I slide my hands into my pockets as I watch my wife drive away in Trina’s car. Fury glides through my veins.
Calmly.
A darkness settles into my jaw as I try to control the grind.
Briar thinks she has escaped. She thinks I wanted my cock inside her wet pussy. Well, I do, and did, but it’s my hand around her neck that I want more.
I want the control back that she’s taken from me.
Divorce?
I snort and pull my hands out of my pockets and start walking back to my car. She’s not getting a divorce. I’m going along with her little plan for now, but after Savannah Sinclair’s wedding, we will be leaving Los Angeles.
And I mean, directly after.
I’m sick of her attitude and these games she’s playing with me.
Briar is my wife.
Not his.
Yes, I know about her past and the man who has come back into her world. Her mother told me all about it years ago. I’m her husband—I’m glad someone told me.
So I looked up Aidan Black.
He’s a US Marine. Decorated. Big bastard. And co-owner of Black Hawke Security.
Fast forward a few years, I found out BHS was providing bodyguard services to Savannah Sinclair, Briar’s boss, and I saw red.
That means she’s been in contact with him again and kept it a secret. Then, she moves out and wants a divorce. Coincidence? I don’t fucking think so.
I saw him today, watching us.
Watching her.
I don’t know how much digging he’s done on me...and that’s a problem. People who have underestimated me all my life and...let’s just say they are no longer with us.
God rest their souls.
I snort.
The Marine will underestimate me too, and it will be his undoing.
Then I walk back to my car and climb inside, turning up the stereo. Looks like I’ll need to go elsewhere to get my cock sucked off today.
Briar, you little slut.
Whoever the lucky lady is when I find her is going to get slammed and a nice new red necklace.
Next weekend, Briar is mine to do with as I please once more.
Forever.
Or for as long as I let her live.