Honor Avenged by Tonya Burrows

Author:Tonya Burrows
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Action & Adventure Romance, Women's Action & Adventure Fiction, Romantic Heroes Alpha Males, Contemporary Romance, Mystery & Suspense Romance, Romantic Suspense, Action & Adventure Romance Fiction, Revenge Fiction, Widow, Friends to Lovers, Friends to Lovers Romance, Bodyguard & Protector Romance, HORNET, Military Heroes, Military Romance, Death & Grief Fiction, Single Motherhood; single mom; Tonya Burrows; Amara Next; Entangled Publishing; Honor Avenged
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 2020-04-19T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

What the fuck had he been thinking?

Marcus yanked on the change of clothes Josue had provided as he left the room without another glance.

Problem was, he hadn’t been thinking. He’d been reacting, running hot on adrenaline and terror. He’d gone into the back room to check on Leah, make sure she was unharmed, and give her the change of clothes, but all his good intentions had flown right out the window when he saw her.

Naked. Head tipped back as the sad excuse for a shower drizzled over her round, full breasts. Something had snapped in him then, unleashing a beast he’d kept tethered too long. It hadn’t been enough to see her and know she was safe and unharmed. He’d had to touch her. Feel her.

And when he’d moved inside her, felt her body clench around him like she never wanted to let him go, he’d felt like he was finally, finally home. Right where he should be. Right where he’d wanted to be for longer than he cared to admit—with Leah in his arms and his cock deep inside her, claiming her as his.

No. Jesus Christ, that was wrong.

So very fucking wrong.

She wasn’t his anything. Not his home, not his woman. She had a home with three gorgeous kids, ones she’d created with Danny. And, yeah, Danny was gone, but that gave Marcus no damn right to start calling her his.

His stomach twisted painfully and bile surged up his throat. He swallowed it back. He had a job to do right now. He could drown in his guilt later once Leah was back safely with those kids of hers.

He strode out into the main room of the church.

And that was something else he’d have to berate himself for later. Fucking his best friend’s wife in a church. Shit, if he hadn’t been headed to hell before today, he definitely had a first-class, nonstop ticket there now.

He purposely didn’t look at the crucifixion painting behind the altar as he searched for Josue. He already had enough guilt weighing him down. He didn’t need to add any of that good old-fashioned, ingrained Catholic guilt on top of it, thanks.

Everyone scurried to get out of his way. They were afraid of him. Probably for the best, because his mood hung like a storm cloud around him, charged and rumbling, ready to unleash all that pent-up energy at the slightest provocation. He’d hate himself if he snapped on one of these people, who had already gone through so much.

He found Josue praying over Mercedes. She still hadn’t regained consciousness, and her face had gone grayish-pale. Even with only the most basic of battlefield medical training, he could tell it didn’t look good for the woman. That made his stomach twist again.

True, he didn’t like Mercedes. Didn’t trust the woman’s wishy-washy loyalties. But she had thrown herself into the line of fire to save Leah and, for that, he owed her.

“How is she?”

Josue looked up. “Habiba has done what she could, but your friend is in need of hospital care.

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