ZAK SEAL Team Seven(6)

“You’re about to tread on very thing fucking ice, we’re not in the desert surrounded by a platoon young lady, watch yourself.” She got so turned around apparently, that she went back to the bed when she couldn’t find her clothes.

“It doesn’t matter anyway because I need to be getting back soon.” Is she fucking kidding me? I just glared at her until she started to fidget. “

What the fuck are you talking about, you’re not going anywhere.” She knelt in the middle of the bed with the sheet pulled up to her chin, her hair wild around her shoulders, her eyes shooting fire. “I can’t stay here Zachary and you can’t make me.”

“What’s in New Orleans?” She got real quiet and my gut twisted, I’ll fucking kill her. “I asked you a fucking question, who the fuck do you have to get back to?” I advanced on her and her eyes went wide. Oh yeah, this wasn’t the SEAL and the Marine now, this was a man and a woman, and she knew better than to try pitting her strength against mine. “No one, it’s not what you think.” Confusing ass female, at least I got what I wanted.

“Hold that thought, we’ll discuss this when I get back. There’s no way off the compound so don’t even try, and if you should so happen to find a way, I will find you, do not fuck with me on this Vanessa.” She had a few choice things to say, but I tuned her out since I needed to go see what the hell was up.

I thought we were leaving those three to stew in their own fear until much later, but it looked like there was a change of plans. I hated that torn feeling, being pulled in two directions at once, but she wasn’t going anywhere, and the sooner I dealt with this fuckery the sooner I can concentrate all my efforts on marking her for good.

Once I do that, there’s no way she’ll ever get away again. It felt good as fuck having her again, and I aimed to keep it that way.



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But now I was back to being pissed because of her damn mouth. How could I have forgotten her penchant for getting under my skin with her hardheaded ass? She never fucking stops and almost two years apart hadn’t changed shit.

I heard the others coming up behind me just as I hit the door. I was in the right kind of mood to deal with this shit though, and so I kept going. It had been quite some time since I had my foot in someone’s ass, and with all the shit that was going on lately, I knew it was only a matter of time before I blow. Better they get it than her.

That pent up anger I had against her and the way things had ended between us only needed an excuse, a reason, to run free. If that day ever comes it’s going to be a dark fucking time I know it.

So I have to be careful here for the next little while and channel my anger and energies in a different direction. I wasn’t about to give her a reason to want to leave, because even if I had to chain her to my bed she was staying. I wasn’t about to lose her a second time, fuck that.

I put that shit behind me and headed for the room where we’d stashed the prisoners. They were chained to the wall thanks to Dev and Quinn’s handy work. The woman could still be heard griping about her conditions a few doors down. How the fuck did she expect to be treated after the shit she’d done?

I knew none of my brothers were dwelling too hard on the fact that we now suspected these fucks or whoever they worked for of killing the commander. We like to deal in facts so the sooner we can square that away, the better. It was looking more and more like we might be on the right track there though, which was in no way good for these three.

We’d been on the lookout for the asshole who seemed to be in charge, at least on this end. From the meet the Rosalind woman had described it seems like the really big fish might be an out-of-towner or some shit; we were still working on the logistics.

Lo had come up with a plan and the rest of us had agreed, it seemed sound. He’d contacted someone we knew we could trust, whose reach stretched across all arms of the country’s military. With him on our side we’d have more legroom, and one hell of an ally.

The plan had been set and we were on our way to weed out these fucks from their little hidey-holes. Of course we had to scratch that mission because the fucking females had decided to play Colombo or some shit.

After I’d fucked Vanessa to within an inch of her life the second time in my bed, she’d told me their hair brained idea and how it was they came to be down there in the first place. I only had enough time for one hard smack to her ass before Lo had called, but that was enough to let her know what she had coming.

It didn’t matter that it hadn’t been her idea, she should’ve known better. Now she was giving me shit about having to get back to NOLA and acting all secretive about why.