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Chapter Fifteen-Ansley
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Ansley's nerves spiked when I pulled into a gas station outside of town, and filled up my truck. I pretended not to notice the way she glanced in the review mirror or slightly over her shoulder on the way over. She had every reason to be freaked out. Seeing someone get killed wasn't for the weak of heart. I'd never forget the first time I saw someone die overseas. The fear in his eyes as his life slipped away from him. The blood leaking from his chest after the shot, it ran dark and into the gravely sand beneath him. It haunted me for weeks after that, until it became so normal that it wasn't a surprise to see the light fade away, and all you could do was pray it didn't happen to you. When I slid back into the driver's seat with a couple Coke's and chicken strips from the store, Ansley didn't budge. I started the engine, and glanced over at her. "Hungry?"She turned to face me, underneath her pretty eyes were swollen from crying, and I knew nothing I could say would wash away those
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“Mr. Ernest, put the newspaper away!”The man pushing his late seventies looked at me over the top of his newspaper and dramatically licked his finger before turning the page. In his defense, hiring a fitness trainer was his wife’s idea.For three months, he sat at the tricycle in the corner of the gym, reading his newspaper while I tried to encourage him to work out—obviously, with no luck.The florescent lighting reflected off his balding head while his only movement, besides turning the paper, was to push up his tiny framed glasses on his crooked nose.I leaned against the floor to ceiling mirror surrounding us and took a drink of my bottled water. At least his reluctant attitude gave me extra time to work out for myself.“Dude is relentless,” Corey said.Corey, another trainer leaned beside me, offering me one of his mini pretzels. I snagged one, laughing to myself at his choice in snacks. With three y
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I shamelessly watched Ansley watch down the stairs in front of me and toward the passenger seat of my pickup. It’d been years since I’d seen her, and time had been good to her. Mr. Sanders mentioned she worked part-time as a fitness trainer and seeing her, I understood. She looked good enough to eat. But, that was one meal I’d have to skip if I wanted to keep my balls. Her Dad wasn’t going for that, and it wasn’t the reason I was hired. I needed to get this prick off her back and make it safe. What a coward, threatening a woman. She hopped into the passenger seat and pointed us in the direction of the cell phone store. I could remember when Ansley and her grandmother had the wreck that took her leg. The tears in her eyes lying in that hospital bed would break anyone’s heart. I also remembered her dad giving her a pep talk and the way it soared her confidence. Ansley never took shit from anyone, which it didn’t surprise me, that she broke it of
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The screwdriver incident followed me around like a bad day. To know Marcus would do something so petty pissed me off and embarrassed me. Madden was right … what did I see in him? The rest of the day flew by and I felt myself relax when softball practice neared. Madden plopped down in the passenger seat of my car. “Any more surprises in store for today?” “Just softball and my shift at the restaurant.” Madden sighed. “Damn girl, do you ever sleep?” I smiled. I liked to keep busy for many reasons. Paying the bills being the biggest one. My apartment was small and crappy but a lot when I had other expenses. I couldn’t ask my dad for pride reasons, so I did what any college-aged girl needed to. The softball field sat in the back corner of the campus surrounded by woods and bleachers. It was my time to relax, other than the gym and I loved every minute of it. My practice partner, Sarah, waited for me by the fence, noticing Ma
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“Push it.”Ansley spotted the middle-aged woman on the weight bench while motivating her. She looked in her element. After the night before I wasn’t sure how she’d be this morning. When I heard her in the kitchen, and noticed the time, I knew she wouldn’t let this Marcus kid get to her.I was glad. I didn't always know the right thing to say to someone, especially a hurt female.Seeing those tears in her eyes really pissed me off. I could have crushed his trachea the night before. When I pressed my boot against his chest, I felt the fear in him. I liked it. It wasn’t normal to find pleasure in someone’s fear, and I recognized it as dangerous early on in my time overseas. I shoved it aside, the excitement of hurting our enemy, and crammed it down so deep I thought I’d gotten rid of it.Guess not.Mr. Ernest, Ansley’s favorite trainee, dramatically turned the page of his newspaper and sho
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Rays of morning light streaked through the crack in my bedroom blinds, waking me. I groaned, rubbing my eyes with my fists. It felt like someone hit me in the head with a hammer, or ran over me with a truck. I kicked my leg and swung my arms to get out of my blankets because a thick layer of sweat covered my skin. What time is it? What’s the day? I rolled my leg over, noticing a glass of water and aspirin sitting on my nightstand. I tried to remember what happened the night before, only gathering bits and pieces. Oh yeah, the barn party. I grabbed my leg, slipped the sleeve over my thigh and tossed the aspirin into the back of my throat. A headache danced around my vision, promising me a fun-filled day of torture—crap. It’s Friday. My clock on my nightstand read seven-fifty-five. I bounded up in a hurry, grabbing clothes and tossing them until I looked somewhat presentable. My door crashed against the opposite wall as I barreled through the barrier. Madden was up before I made
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The morning sun woke me. It felt unreal to wake up naturally compared to Ansley turning on the shower or rushing around late. I groaned, stretching my arms above my head and staring at the tiled ceiling.I didn’t check my phone to see what time it was, because I figured it was early, since I’d been used to getting up at the crack of dawn while on active duty. The sheets clung to my sweaty skin as I peeled them away and walked toward the bathroom.Ansley kept the thermostat too high for my taste, but it was her apartment, I was the guest. I made it to the doorjamb of the hallway when her door opened and she walked into the hallway with me.She wore a pair of bright pink pajama short and a tank top. My gaze dropped to her tits, unable to stop myself from looking at the soft outline of her nipples through her shirt.If my morning wood hadn’t already been at attention, her soft curves would have drew him out.Get it together, Madd
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I rolled over in my bed, and buried my head into my pillow. The memories from the night before assaulted my brain, shaming me further into my covers. As if Madden getting into a fight because of me wasn't embarrassing enough, I called him out about not kissing me. It was depravity to ask him about it. I knew my dad would crap bricks if he found out Madden laid a finger on me, not to mention Sammy. But that little girl inside still looked up at him with wide lustful eyes. I groaned, and kicked my leg in a way a toddler threw a tantrum. My nightstand clock read seven on a Sunday, which sucked, but I would never go back to sleep now that I'd woken up. I swung my leg down, and grabbed my prosthetic one, while putting it on, I debated on going for a run. It would definitely calm my nerves, and hopefully, make me forget the embarrassment from the night before. I grabbed my clothes, and put on my tennis shoes. The living room was silent, besides the very soft sound of Madden's breathi
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Ansley's nerves spiked when I pulled into a gas station outside of town, and filled up my truck. I pretended not to notice the way she glanced in the review mirror or slightly over her shoulder on the way over. She had every reason to be freaked out. Seeing someone get killed wasn't for the weak of heart. I'd never forget the first time I saw someone die overseas. The fear in his eyes as his life slipped away from him. The blood leaking from his chest after the shot, it ran dark and into the gravely sand beneath him. It haunted me for weeks after that, until it became so normal that it wasn't a surprise to see the light fade away, and all you could do was pray it didn't happen to you. When I slid back into the driver's seat with a couple Coke's and chicken strips from the store, Ansley didn't budge. I started the engine, and glanced over at her. "Hungry?"She turned to face me, underneath her pretty eyes were swollen from crying, and I knew nothing I could say would wash away those
My Marine Bodyguard Chapter Fifteen-Ansley
My entire body began to shake on the ride to the police station. He'd killed her. Shot her in the back like a coward. The blood … it sprayed—spewed from her like being hit with a water gun. My eyes began to build with tears, and my bottom lip trembled.They would kill us. I knew Marcus was crazy, but I hadn't realized he was only the tip of the iceberg. His family seemed out of control, on a frenzy of killing and doing as they pleased.Madden reached over and placed his palm against my knee. "Calm down, Ansley. We're going to fix this."I wanted to believe that. But I saw the look on that man's face and it was emotionless. Heartless. The lack of empathy chilled my veins. There was nothing normal about that man's face. He lacked that part of a human that made them human. And to my surprise, Marcus looked scared. I'd never pegged him for a murderer, but if he continued down the same road, it didn't seem out of reach for him. His family would pull him down further into the darkened pit
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The man rummaging through Ansley's things scurried off as soon as I let go of his t-shirt. The truth was the person responsible could have been anyone. Marcus wasn't the type to do things himself, so it was most likely one of his dad's cartel friends, or someone he hired.We'd never find out from the homeless man rummaging in her things, and since the apartment complex lacked any security cameras, that would be a dead-end, also.Ansley stared into the door of her apartment before sighing. "I have over an hour before I'm scheduled to meet my professors. I guess we need to pick this up—,""Ansley!"The apartment manager, a balding man with a quick walk and a hooknose stopped feet from Ansley. "I've called and left messages. My other tenants are complaining about the mess," he said, gesturing toward the parking lot where some of Ansley's clothing was scattered around."We're here to get it, Alberto," she snapped.He folded his arms. "I need to know what's going on? You haven't been here
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Despite the obvious of someone breaking into my apartment and destroying my stuff, things were looking up. The barrier standing between Madden and I had finally collapsed.And boy how I enjoyed the crumble.He made me feel like a whole person. Everything about his touch made me soar. It'd been better than I ever imagined. It was a recipe for disaster if my dad or brother found out, but I was willing to take the heat if Madden would, too.Madden let my study in Sammy's room, giving me some quiet time, that I desperately needed, but my mind was racing.I couldn't stop thinking about his touch. About the way his callused hands felt on my body. I bit the end of my pen, and smiled to myself.Professor Heckles emailed me about meting at the library to gather some printouts for class. Madden mentioned moving softball practice, but I wasn't sure our Coach would be down for that.I couldn’t give it up. I had a full-ride for softball, and I needed that money to pay for school. The money I made
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Madden I'd broken so many rules already. I'd become involved with my job on a personal level, kissed it, pushed it away, and now I had her pressed against her brother's bed, with every intention of sealing the deal. What Ansley didn't know was that after this, I knew I'd never be able to turn back. It'd been torture to turn away after our kiss, but now that I knew how snug and perfect I fit between her thighs, it was over. It was a nightmare dressed as my wildest daydream. Ansley had no chance of backtracking. I'd grovel like a little girl, and plead for her to stay, because she tasted too good to turn back now. Ansley fisted the covers beneath us, a slew of curses filtered through the air, her fingers traced my deltoids and up to my neck. My need for her tingled over my skin, leaving fire in its wake, while I kissed a hot path down her throat, hating the fabric that separated us. If it hadn't been her softball uniform I would have torn it to shreds—, "Wait," she said shoving aga
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Joanna, the pitcher, shoved me from behind and slung her arm over my shoulder. "Are you coming to Hogs with us?" she asked, pushing her sweaty hair from her forehead.I fought my instinct to look at Madden for permission, but when I did, he stared off in the distance. Slowly, I followed his line of sight, to the nearest parking lot where someone stood staring our way.It was hard to tell if it was Marcus or not from the distance, however Madden must have thought it was him, because his body was tensed, both hands curled into fists."What's going on with G.I Joe?" Joanna whispered into my ear.I bit back my chuckle, glancing at Remy standing beside Madden. "Good game," he said. "You really showed out, out there.""Thanks. I think I do want to go to Hogs. I need to speak to Cindy Kate anyway."Joanna smacked my shoulder, and jogged off with some of the other girls. Normally I would go find Sarah, but she'd disappeared right after the game, probably distraught since Madden called her out
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I let the annoyed look that Ansley tossed me roll off my shoulders, as I took Remy's hand in a firm handshake. I didn't like the way he smiled at Ansley, or the way she returned it.I'd just told her we needed to stop our … interactions, and now this. We had enough problems, and I didn't need to add to my list with some guy trying to get into Ansley's pants.Remy lifted his brows. "Girlfriend, huh? I would have never thought Sammy would want his little sister and friend to date."Ansley crossed her arms over her chest with a smirk. "Yeah," she said. "Me either."I ignored her glare, stepping onto the step beside her, I wrapped my arm around her shoulders. "Turns out I'm a better sparrer than Sammy."Remy chuckled. "Good thing for you then," he said, smiling at Ansley. "I'm around back working on my four-wheeler. If y'all need anything, let me know. I work a lot at a local boxing gym. Are you two in school?""Ansley's is school. I was honorably discharged, and I'm in the midst of getti
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"Mrs. Sanders, I need to see you. Alone," Mr. Heckles said from his office, which was located across the hallway from his human sexuality class, in a little alcove beside a small IT room. Reluctantly, I glanced at Madden, who'd been distant the entire morning. As if our kiss from the day before hadn't clouded my mind from studying like I needed to, or his freaky nightmare hadn't scared the pee out of me, his pissy attitude during our run really put me in a mood. "I'll be right back," I mumbled, hiking the strap of my bag higher on my shoulder as I walked into the room. His office was small, with bookcases filled to the brim with every book known to man. I had no idea what he wanted from me, and it made my skin crawl with nerves, and my stomach fall to my butt. "Close the door," he said, waving his pen around, not looking up from his laptop. Madden's gaze lingered on mine, from across the hallway where he waited, as I shut the door and sat down in front of him. He typed something
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Ansley's mouth tasted like sin, the kind that consumed you from the inside, demanding your attention whenever it neared. I felt wound tightly before my mouth met hers, and I slowly began to unravel. Everything about her—her taste, the soft feeling of her lips, the slight moans and the way she tugged on my shirt—it formed molten lava in my veins. I'd been so wrapped up in her that if I hadn't hit the door out of frustration of wanting to rip her clothes off, I wouldn't have noticed that it was left opened. Ansley's eyes opened wide, her mouth puffy from the pressure of kissing me. I tugged her behind me, grabbing the knife from my boot, I kicked the door opened, causing it to swing inward. "Stay behind me," I whispered, feeling her wrap my T-shirt into her fist. I tip-toed into the door, the hair on the back of my neck stood up at the sight of the living room. The couch had been turned over, my duffle bag riffled through, my clothes scattered around the floor. It didn't take lon
