But there was something about him. The way he stared. Chris couldn't figure out if his glare was aimed at Sienna or him. Chris would never admit it to Sienna, but Brandon freaked him out. He had heard some tales from first year recruits about BT. They had tons of stories. All of the new recruits seemed to have a lot of respect for him. Chris glanced at a teary eyed Sienna. He really liked her and he didn't want to see her suffering like this. So even though he hated dancing, he asked her to dance. He had seen her wiping her face and she smiled at him and took his hand as he led her to the dance floor. "When are you going to ask me to dance?" Rachel asked. Brandon really didn't feel like dealing with her tonight. But he did like her and she was never one to pass up a party. They had some good times together drinking and fucking, but he hadn't see her for quite some time. Until tonight, when he asked her to attend the ball with him. He also liked Rachel

She was ready to go when someone picked her up from behind and placed a palm over her lips. She screamed and kicked, but her efforts were thwarted by the tight bands that bound her stomach and mouth. Trapped in the dark mansion, she was dragged backwards by the one who had her. After a long struggle, the assailant finally let her go. When her abductor grabbed her and spun her around, she gasped and was going to run away. Brandon was standing right in front of her. He tried to hush her by putting his finger to his lips, and she closed her mouth as soon as he did. A set of stairs went to the kitchen, and she was guided back there by his hand. They exited via the back entrance and made their way around the house to the valet stand to leave their car. Brandon helped Sienna into Brandon's Jeep by opening the door for her. She paused for a while since he hadn't spoken to her. Though he didn't have to say anything, the reality is he didn't. It doesn't matter

He hadn't meant to lose his temper that badly a week ago. He had said some things he shouldn't have, but he felt so lost without Sienna. And he felt hurt and betrayed by the Commander. To kick him out and take his heart away from him. Brandon felt that he had hit rock bottom. But he needed to quit thinking about it. She was here with him now, in his bed, in his life...and that was all that mattered. He pulled Sienna closer to him and wrapped his arm around her, and drifted back to sleep. After finally waking up and making love one more time, they decided to leave the bedroom and sit on the couch so their bodies could rest. Sienna was wearing an old New England Patriots shirt of his while lying on one end of Brandon's couch and he was on the other, shirtless. His eyes were glued on ESPN2 watching an old re-run of a pro basketball championship. Sienna smiled. He was so into the game. She started wiggling her foot near his crotch, brushing lightl

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. Jackson b

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,