Fire for Effect: An Enemies to Lovers Military Romance (Mourningkill) by Molly Briar

Author:Molly Briar [Briar, Molly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2024-08-21T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

My friend in Washington

Griff

She got on her bike and gave me a small tour of the town, my eyes barely coming off her ass for a second. If a woman - any woman - couldn’t keep a man’s attention while leaning forward, straddling a sports bike, then the man’s just not into her.

As it stood, I was very, very into Taz Guerro. So into her that my dick was ready to be in her.

I was sure she was trying to piss me off when she turned into the bail bondsman, and spent over an hour sitting there with her feet on his desk, smoking a cigar and rifling through some papers. I couldn’t see clearly through the glass and the two of them kept their backs to me as they talked. No listening devices, no lip reading. And worse yet, they knew I was there, and were purposely keeping any papers turned away from me.

Was I jealous of her and that old man? Fuck yes. And I knew I would be, so long as she and I were in this strange limbo. But the moment she was tied to me, I knew that this simmering hate would melt the fuck away. I just needed some certainty… I needed her to know that I was the man. I was her man.

But she and Noam Braun were making a fucking game of it, and she and the old man were getting too fucking close.

When he came over and gave her a hug, I was ready to get out of the car and punch him in the dick.

She left her bike behind, opting for one of the company cars with bars on the back seat.

This wasn’t some two-bit alleyway bondsman. The man was professional. I could see it from the uniform company cars in the side lot. The building might be run down, but his security cameras were legit, state of the art, federal-grade surveillance on a continuous, closed-circuit system.

Who is this Noam Braun, and what have you gotten yourself into, Taz?

I followed behind the Crown Royal, feeling a little robbed of the great view of her ass.

She was aimless for the first part of the drive… or was pretending to be.

And it all made me fucking hard. The chase – chasing her. There was something about the tug of it that heated my blood, and I was turning into the kind of stalker pervert I didn’t fucking recognize.

How much does a subdermal tracker cost?

Jesus, I have to get my mind off of this…

I powered on my phone - the one that was only turned on when I was calling her. I looked at all the missed messages and voicemails. I didn’t bother to check before I deleted them all. Half of them were from Kristin, the other half from my mother.

Instead, I called the only marginally sane person that was related to me.

“Yo, douche canoe,” Kaleb greeted.

“Hey dingleberry,” I responded. “What do I need to know?”

“You should call your mother.”

“She’s your mother, too.

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