JAMES
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tanding
opposite Caroline’s father as he blocked the front door, I clenched my hands into fists by my side. His salt and pepper hair was wild, arms crossed with a dark rage displayed on his face, and for a brief moment I debated turning around and going back upstairs.
But I learned my first month in boot camp never to turn my back on an enemy, and in this moment, he was one.
“I’m going to shoot you the first chance I get.” To an extent I understood his threat; Caroline was his daughter- his only child- and I was in a position to break her heart. Grinding my teeth together, I only jerked my head in a nod as guilt coiled in my gut. Any man would be pissed off if his daughter was brought back home totally unconscious, but Caroline’s father didn’t make a single move towards me.
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