All Chapters of The Marine Next Door: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

…Isabella POV…I promised James that I would never tell Clayton; he made me understand that if I do that, he would not only have him and myself killed. But the thing is that I cannot keep this in any longer; it has been killing me to be away from him. Yes, I did betray Clayton, but I cannot betray him any longer.So I swallow deep and try to breathe underneath what is only but stuttered breaths."Clay, James said that he would have you killed it. I have told you the truth.""Isi, what are you talking about?""He, he…god Clay, I am too scared.""Please, I will get Matty to phone the cops. Just tell me what is going on."Then out of nowhere, there come two men bursting through my front door. I can only but shout out one last word to Clayton, "Help."With that, Matty and I are forced into the back of a black van. The air is stuffy, and there is a small hint of something awfully smelling hanging in the air. The

…Matt POV…If I thought that this day could not get any worse, some asshole has just struck me against the head. I can only think of one man, and god, James, better hope that I never get loose.But as I look next to me, in a bundle on the floor completely covered in the mud, is Isabella lying in complete stillness. So with a pounding head, I push myself off the floor to go over to her."Isabella, wake up."But there is no answer. Once again, I pull at her shoulder."Isabella, wake up."Still no response."God, Isabella, fucking wake up."The dread sinks over my body, has that goddamn monster killed her. But then I hear a loud gasp and a struggle for her to catch her breath."Fuck, Isabella, I thought you were…""Damn, Matty, I nearly thought I was.""What the hell is going on here?""Matty, I think that Clay is in danger."With that, a suffocating silence fills every corne

…Matty POV…A part of me is questioning if I truly did hear the words that are coming from the direction in front of me. If there are ever the most terrifying words that one has spoken, then I a sure that this will be it. I do wish that he did not just say that, for I am more afraid of Clayton's life than mine.No, as I stare into the godawful face of James, the other man has not yet made his appearance. Well, this shall not happen today. I shall not allow to be taken and overpowered by two men that clearly think that they are playing god.Now, as I watch Isabella's face, I see the terror creep over her face as the other man starts to speak. If there is ever the most terrifying look that words can not speak then that is what is on her face. But as this man steps forward, I can see the utmost expression of joy on his godawful face."Mark," I hear her gasp as she nearly trembles over in tears. "What are you doing here?""Next time, get

I know Isabella for far too long, for one, she is wearing some rather oversized shirt, which is not mine, and one that I very doubt would be that of James. And for a second, that damn sugar rush that she is forcing into that body, that well…"Isi, is there something that you are not telling me?""Clay, I think you need to come to sit down. Can I grab you a beer or something?""Somehow, I think I am going to need something far stronger than a beer right now. I think that overprized whiskey there will just do fine."With that, I watch her move toward the cupboard; her shirt is just a slight bit over that perky ass that has become slightly perkier than before. Now, if I were not so goddamn curious, then I would have pinned her down on this very kitchen counter, but I seem to feel that we will be requiring a bed for this one.So as she comes to sit across from me and to push a glass of chilled whiskey over to me, she casually has some oddly fres

I need to stop for one moment and take a step back; what makes this all worthwhile is the beauty that lies in my arms. Should I not have had her presence in my life, I would not have had the sheer willpower to take the impossible onTo have beauty in your life is easy, but to have the beauty of the woman that you love and the one that loves you in return is the greatest gift that one can experience. I can, with all honesty, say that there is no doubt that she completes my life. To be lonely for eternity can be seen as a life sentence, but having what you crave, is the greatest blessing.I have never been more assured to have chosen her to be mine for life.She does not only live in her own body; she lives in mine too. We are part of each other; we are one. I hear her footsteps in the passageways of my heart. Her voice echoes through my veins. I can see her face in the mirrors of my memories. She has engraved herself deep into my soul. She will forever be a part