Brandon knew what he had to do to win this. He closed his eyes and reached all the way back to his childhood and teenage years. He was pulling from the BT that lived in South Boston and could make you sorry as hell if you crossed him.
When Brandon opened his eyes he saw the younger officer pull out some handcuffs. Brandon cracked his neck. First the right side then the left. He walked down the steps, turned around so they could cuff him and said, "Let's fucking go."
The car ride on the way home from the Veterans Ball was a quiet one for Jackson and Chris. Neither one knew what to say to the other. Chris stared out the window and Jackson kept his eyes on the road.
Jackson remembered the first day he had seen Brandon. Tall, lanky kid who literally got off the bus with a scruffy bag on one shoulder and a huge chip on the other. Jackson couldn't figure him out. He had volunteered, yet he acted like being there was something he didn't want to do.
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Terry knew it was probably jealousy that coursed through his veins, but he didn't care. And for some reason, girls seemed to love BT. They would flock to him in any bar, in any country they traveled to. He'd act so uninterested in them, but their panties seemed to drop. Clever, how that worked. But most of all, Terry hated the way the Commander seemed to love everything about Brandon. He'd seen BT fly off the handle more times than he could count due to his temper, but Commander Branson was always there to back him up. Once they were on a mission, and they had been given direct orders not to get involved in any civilian warfare. They were there for a specific reason, and they had to get out once their mission was complete. They had come across two men who were beating this young female and ripping her clothes off. Terry wasn't going to lie, it was hard to watch, but that wasn't a part of their mission. Commander Branson told them not to engage.
This was crazy he thought. He wasn't sure if he could go through with it. But then he thought of that prick getting everything he wanted, AND getting Sienna on top of that. Fuck that. Yes, he could do this. "Sir, this might come as a shock to you, but I have some pretty damaging information," Terry said. This piqued Silas's curiosity. Most of his work consisted of drunk naval officers, never anything worth getting out of bed over. "Shoot," Silas said as he took a sip of his drink. "Well sir, do you know of Brandon Temple?" Silas rolled his eyes. Prick. He didn't dislike the kid, but that scene he had pulled in the Commanders yard was unacceptable. And his fucking car window! "Yeah, I know about him. What's he done this time?" Terry cleared his throat. "This is hard to say since he's a friend of mine, but I can't hold this in any longer. He has been having a sexual relationship with Commander Branson's daughter,
"No sir, but I'm having my men pick him up as we speak. I'll try to keep it with our department as long as possible until I can figure out what the hell is going on, but I may not have long. See you when you get here." With that, Jackson hung up the phone, grabbed his jacket and walked out. Chris hadn't been able to sleep either, and when he heard the Commander downstairs, he was about to join him until the phone rang. He wasn't sure what was said, but whatever it was, he didn't think it was good. Chris ran downstairs and grabbed his keys. He knew the Commander didn't want him to, but he was going to drag Sienna back here, Brandon be damned! Brandon was sitting in the small cell area. He was brought in without a shirt, but they supplied him with some ugly brown shirt with numbers on it, but at this point, he really didn't care. He was thinking about the fact that he had actually planned on apologizing to the Commander for his behavior earlier that wee
She changed quickly out of her gown and threw on the first thing she could find, which was a teal, thin summer dress. When she came wobbling down the stairs with two heavy suitcases, she saw Chris's face drop. "Sienna, this isn't right," he quietly said. Sienna walked right past him and threw her bags in the trunk. They passed Brandon's on their way to the Shore Patrol Offices, so she dropped her bags in his room, to complete her mini independence. ********************* "Well Brandon, since you said that was a question for the Commander to answer, maybe we should let him. He's here and wants to speak with you. Of course, strictly off the record," Silas told Brandon as he stood up and opened the door. Brandon smirked, "Well, well." Commander Branson entered the room, staring down the young man, clearly not amused. He was running off of less than 8 hours of sleep in the past 3 days and even less patience. As soon as he sat down a
Sienna stared at it for a moment, but didn't want to be rude. She wasn't old enough to drink, but she figured Terry would keep this little secret. Terry took a sip of the wine while keeping his eyes on Sienna. He noticed how she delicately sipped the wine while avoiding eye contact with him. That bothered him. He could easily read her expressions, and she was growing more uncomfortable by the minute. "Excuse me, I'll go look for it now," Terry said and walked toward the back of the apartment. Sienna stood there holding her wine glass in both hands and staring at her feet. She didn't feel well. Her head hurt and her stomach was in knots from all of this stress. She had barely known a few days with Brandon that weren't full of stress. Why didn't everyone just leave them alone! Her thoughts were interrupted as she heard a loud thud coming from the back room. "Terry?!" she said, as she sprinted to the location of the noise. She followed th
She bit Terry's hand with all of her might, trying to break the skin. "Shit!" he screamed, and jerked his hand away. "Fuck Sienna," he yelled as he smacked her across the face. But before he could get his hand back over her mouth, Sienna screamed with all the power she had left, the only name her brain could register at the moment...even if he was no where around. Braaaandddooon!!! Hellpp!!! Brand--" was all she got out before Terry covered her mouth again, with more pressure than before. Terry didn't want it to happen like this, but this little bitch was going to quit driving him crazy. He didn't want to think about any consequences right now, he just wanted to feel her wrapped around him. Yes, he would be like Brandon. No consequences, right? He released his hand from her wrists when Sienna grabbed his hair with both hands and yanked with all her might. Terry's head jerked roughly to the side. "Fuuuckkk!!"
"He is innocent! I know Terry turned him in. But Terry lied about all of this!" Sienna yelled through tears. She couldn't control herself. She was sick of being this emotional. She had cried a river right before she even came to his office. Silas stopped mid sentence with that accusation. He cocked his head to the side and tapped his fingers on his desk. "What do you mean?" he asked. "He told me. Some girl that accused Brandon, was told to do so by Terry," Sienna explained. "And why would he tell you, of all people," Silas questioned. Sienna wasn't ready for this, but she had to get it off her chest if it meant saving Brandon. "He, uh...he attacked me," she whispered, while staring down at his desk. "Excuse me?" Sienna looked up at him and told him again. "He attacked me at his apartment, two days ago. The day Brandon was arrested." "Have you reported it to the police?" "No, and please don't say anything
After a few seconds, he finally spoke again. "You have bruises all the way around your wrists, and you don't remember how you got them?" he asked, skeptical. Sienna had to play this off. "I know that sounds weird, but with everything that has happened in the past couple of days, hell, weeks, I have been stressed out and I don't remember." She gently pulled her hands away from him. She stood on her tip toes and wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him. At first he continued to stare into her eyes and didn't kiss her back. But then he gave in and kissed her long and deep. When she pulled away, and walked up the steps, she noticed he didn't follow. She turned around and he was still standing there. "What?" she asked, already knowing what the problem was. "You know what." Sienna sighed, "Brandon, I don't remember, okay? I'm sure I probably did something in my sleep." Brandon didn't know what was going on, but he she looked
Jackson stared down at his daughter. "Baby, no need to ever ask me that. Of course you can." Sienna nodded and turned to look back at the door. This would be the hardest thing she ever had to do, but she was lying in a hospital and Brandon was so miserable, he couldn't even bear to be around her. Love wasn't supposed to leave you broken like this, was it? She no longer wanted to hurt him. And she figured he wouldn't want to hurt her anymore. Being apart, was the only option left for them to take. After an hour of trying to convince herself that she could do it, she finally drifted back to sleep. Brandon sat on his couch cloaked in misery. He had spent the night in the waiting room, only to have the Commander wake him up and say that he still couldn't see Sienna and it was best if he went home. At first he had protested, but Commander Branson had said it was for her own good, because they didn't want to add any extra stress. So Brandon conceded again.
"Mmm, damn, boy," Lori breathed into Derek's ear as he continued to roughly kiss her neck. She was in the back seat of his car. 'A Mercedes,' she thought to herself. She had never fucked a guy in the back of a Mercedes, but she damn sure was going to give it a try. Derek pulled her shirt up and then reached around to undo her bra. Lori was glad she had Derek to take her mind off of her own guilt. She never dreamed Chris would confront BT like that. What, did he have a fucking death wish or something? She felt like she had caused all of this. She hoped Sienna and BT would make up and get over their problems. She felt bad leaving Sienna in the middle of all of this, but she was leaving for school. In two days, she'd be halfway across the country. Derek's tongue was working magic on her left nipple. His hand quickly made its way down to her warm pussy and jerked her panties aside. She couldn't wait to feel his smooth fingers sliding inside her—and then perhaps s
He just didn't want to deal with this shit right now. "I'm so sorry, if--" Brandon cut her off. "I don't want your fucking apology right now, okay?" he said, as he made his way to the bedroom. God, she was making his head swim. Sienna needed him to see her point of view. She needed him to understand her reasoning. She didn't want him to think she was a cold-hearted monster. She knew she shouldn't have pushed him, but she couldn't help herself. She followed him to the back and cornered him in the bedroom. Brandon had removed his shirt and was in the process of turning the sheets down when she entered. He felt her eyes on him and finally decided to look up. She stood there with her bottom lip tucked gently between her teeth. Her eyes were wide and unsure, but also seemed very weak looking. He hated this. He hated this feeling in the pit of his stomach. He just wanted to forget that yesterday—today---fuck, he couldn't even keep up with the days. But rega
When Sienna entered the bar, she immediately spotted Darren and Brandon. They were sitting at a booth in the back with another Seal she had seen at her father's birthday party earlier, and two women. Sienna's eyes lingered on the woman sitting next to Brandon. She was sitting a little too close and laughing loudly at something he was saying to her. Sienna's skin felt like it was crawling. She walked over to the booth with her head held high. She saw Brandon look up at her as she approached the group. Brandon chugged down the last of his beer and chased it with a shot, then called the waiter back over to the table. "Hey, we need another round for the whole table. Jack, this time," he said, as he slammed some money down. Sienna could tell by the redness around his eyes, that he was getting shit faced. Completely. Which made her feel even worse about everything. "Brandon, can I talk to you?" she tried to shout above the loud music. "Well,
Brandon narrowed his eyes at the Commander as he grabbed Sienna's hand about to pull her away. "Let. Go. Of her," Jackson quietly said. "She's MY child." "And she's carrying MY child!" Brandon spat back at him. Jackson opened his mouth, then closed it back. He had let one man come in between his family before, and that one took his wife. He would be DAMNED if another came in and took his daughter. This was going to end now! "Darren, Lori and Sienna...you can leave. Brandon and I are going to handle this once and for all," Jackson said cooly, never removing his burning glare from Brandon. "Daddy, that's not--" Sienna tried to get out, but Darren practically picked her up and pushed her and Lori out of the study. Sienna stared at Brandon's back as it disappeared through the slit in the door. God, she felt so miserable at that moment. Her body felt like a thousand pounds had been piled on top of her. Chris felt like an A class dou
When she was done, she got up, wiped the last little bit of his pearly liquid that was on her lips into her mouth and tried to turn and walk away. "Oh, not so fast," he breathed heavily, as he roughly grabbed her and opened the Jeep door. He forced her down, so that she was bent over the front seat, while her feet were still touching the ground. Brandon slid her legs apart with his foot. He raised the back of her dress and bent down between her legs. Brandon stuck his middle finger in his mouth and wet it. He then eagerly licked her sweet center as he slowly inserted his finger into her tight ass. "Aah, oh shit!" Sienna squealed, as she felt an extraordinary and bizarre tingle moving up her legs and to her pussy. Oh, this was a new sensation. She lost her breath. She felt his tongue plunging in and out of her pussy while his finger penetrated her other hole. "Oh, God!!" she gasped as she began coming. That was the fastest it had ever happened. She cou
Did she say something wrong? She ran back over in her head what she had said, but she didn't think she had said anything awful. But before she could question it further, the waiter brought their food. She quickly looked down at her plate and began eating through the awkward silence. "Sienna," she heard him say. She looked up and he was staring at her. "Yes?" "In the near future, would you like to have my last name for real?" Sienna almost choked on her salad. She began coughing and had to quickly drink her water. Smooth, really smooth, she thought. She looked back at Brandon. His intense stare was causing her to lose her train of thought. Was he asking her...? Oh God, don't start crying like a loser. Don't. It's not like he was asking her to marry him right then, but still... Sienna tried to think of some cool profound answer to give him. Something that will knock his socks off, and take his breath away for a change. "Yes," she
"She should be okay," Lori said to him. "You know," he stated thoughtfully, "she was throwing up like that while BT was locked up." "Oh, yeah." "She's been sick like that for awhile," he said, more as a statement than a question. "Yeah, must be some kind of bug," Lori said, while trying to look anywhere but at him. "Nine month bug, huh?" Darren said, while his gaze penetrated Lori's, trying to read her. "What? No. I don't know what you're talking about. She's just been really stressed, and obviously hearing about Brandon's near death caused her to feel bad again," Lori stated, as she walked over to the couch and sat down. She pretended to flip through the channels again, but she knew Darren was still staring at her. "Is there anything BT should know?" he asked, clearly pissed off. Lori ignored him. Shit! She didn't know what to do. She was sure that Sienna didn't want Darren knowing about her situation. He would tell Br
Oh no, what had she done now. "Brandon?" she tentatively asked, as she walked over towards him. He quickly turned around and spewed water from his mouth like a fountain, at her. Sienna sputtered and coughed when the water splashed her face. Her mouth dropped open as she stood there in shock. She couldn't believe he had just done that! And he stood there laughing his ass off and wiping his mouth. "You asshole!" she screamed, as she playfully attacked him. She ran to the sink and turned the faucet on and started throwing handfuls of water at him, soaking everything in her path. Brandon couldn't help himself. He had just taken a sip of water when he heard her coming, and he knew the look she would give him would be priceless if he did it. And he was right. She had stood there with water dripping from her face and a look that could kill. He quickly ducked to avoid the water she was trying to toss on him