Second Chance SEAL(64)

“I’m going to pretend like you said, ‘yes sir, good sir,’ and leave it at that.”

“Fuck you,” the man said. I turned away and walked over to the girl.

“Come on,” I said to her.

“What?”

“Come on,” I said again.

She followed me as I walked across the parking lot.

“Wait,” she said. “My stuff.” She ran back over to the car and began stuffing her things back into a bag. I sighed and waited. When she was done, she kicked the guy on the ground as hard as she could before coming back toward me.

I grinned at her. “He deserved that.”

“He deserves worse.”

“Come on.” I went over to my car, unlocked it, and opened the door for her. “Get in.”

She gave me a look, like she wasn’t sure she could trust me. Frankly, that look made me fucking hard as hell. I’d never seen a girl with so much fire before.

I smirked at her. “I won’t bite. Get in the car before those guys decide to fight back.”

Reluctantly, she climbed in. I shut the door and then walked around to the driver’s seat.

I got inside, started the engine, and pulled away.

I hadn’t been looking for shit. I’d wanted a nice, quiet time in the bar, maybe get some pussy later in the day. Instead, I beat the fuck out of two guys and saved some ungrateful girl’s life.

At least she had a mouth that made my cock hard and a body to match.

Still, based on the look she was giving me, I guessed I was going to have to be very careful. That thought only made me that much more excited.





Chapter 3





Hartley





He came out of nowhere.

One second I was pressed up against the car, struggling as Guff worked to get my panties down, and the next he was there. I couldn’t believe my eyes as he smashed the gun down into Guff’s face.

I’d thought Guff was going to rape me. I’d thought I was going to be violated, right there in the parking lot, by that disgusting piece of shit. Instead, that man saved me.

And I got to go back and get a nice kick in to top it all off.

I couldn’t believe it. He’d hustled me into his car and we were off. Halfway down the drive back toward the main road, he tossed the gun out the window and laughed.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“Hartley,” I said.

He looked at me. “Pretty name.”

“Who are you and why did you do that?”

He smirked at me, and I got a better look at him. Tattoos snaked along his arms, disappearing up his shirt. I caught hints of them along his neck, peeking out from his collar. He was handsome, so damn handsome, with intense blue eyes and a ripped body that knew what it was doing.

“Not a polite way of saying thanks, but I guess it’ll do.”

“Thanks,” I said more softly. “But you shouldn’t have done that. Do you know who they are?”

He sighed. “How come nobody cares who I am?” he said to himself.

“I asked that first,” I pointed out.

“Fair.” He smirked at me. “My name’s Travis, and I’m your guardian angel.”

I laughed. “I don’t have a guardian angel.”

“You did today, apparently. What did you do to make them want to hurt you like that?”

I looked away from him. “Not sure that’s your business.”

“I think it is, considering I just saved your pretty ass.”

I sighed. “I don’t want to get into it.”

He grunted. “Okay then. Was it bad enough to rape you over?”

“No,” I said. “They didn’t think I was trying hard enough.”

“Fucking scumbags,” he said softly. “I should have put a fucking bullet in them all.”

“You don’t get it,” I said seriously. “Listen. They’re all Dixie Mafia. You should really drop me off now and get out of here before they figure out who you are.”

He glanced at me again, a small frown on his face. “Dixie Mafia, huh?”

“Those three, they’re bad men. You shouldn’t have done that.”

He grinned at me again. “I’m a bad fucking man myself, Hartley. You happen to be in luck.”

I sighed, leaning back in the seat. His car was an old Cadillac, a big boat of a car, not the type of thing I was used to seeing down south. Most men drove trucks, big trucks with huge wheels, but not this guy.

“Are you not from around here?” I asked him.

“I was, a long time ago.”

“So you know what the Dixie Mafia is then.”

“I have a good idea, sure.”

“Then you know it’s no joke,” I said, getting frustrated.

“Didn’t think you were joking.” That cocky grin on his face, though, that grin said otherwise.