Chapter 13

FLAMES

‘AND YOU ARE TELLING ME BECAUSE?’

Fuck, I don’t know he was the only guy in B&A who actually listened and paid attention and maybe gave great advice.

“I’m lonely”, I snickered sarcastically knowing full well he was holding in a chuckle.

And all this was fucking laughable from my point of view, me…the loose screw who shot his way through everything training a woman I hated to fight, using methods that were effective and at the same time driving me crazy.

In the marines, our commander didn’t teach everyone the same fucking thing otherwise that was as useless as telling a cat to eat hay.

No. He assessed us through a series of tests. Locked some of us in a room without food for days with only a pistol being your friend and from that he’d conclude what training this soldier needed and what this training another soldier needed.

What this soldier’s kryptonite was.

And what fucking drove a soldier to be in the Marines in the first place.

Mia Tonelli’s kryptonite was Bryant Knox.

Her dr