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My world turns on its axis, my brain trying to figure out why the hell he is touching her and why the fuck he isn’t listening to her when she’s telling him to stop.
She sounds desperate, and I hear her adamantly say, “I’ve told you before, Cobra. I don’t see us like that. You’re my boss.” Sounding distressed, she desperately tries to pull the palms of his firmly gripped hands from her face. “Get your hands off of me.” She grabs his wrists, stepping back.
“Jade, don’t be like that. You know we’d be great together.” He bows his head as if going in for a kiss, the snake tattoo on his forearm appearing to move across his skin as he wrestles with her.
I see red.
Running along the corridor, not giving a shit if the boiling liquid spills out of the plastic lids and burns me, I bellow, “Get your fucking hands off her. Now.”
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Cobra steps back, his hands dropping from Jade’s face, and I watch him unclench and clench his fists by his side while Jade rubs her jaw.
“Are you okay?” I ask Jade, my blood fizzing through my veins at the speed of a hurricane. Placing the coffee cups haphazardly down on the waiting room table, I look around the busy room that’s now empty.
He saw a fucking opening to strike, and he took it.
The prick.
“I’m fine,” she whispers, almost inaudibly.
I storm past her, not caring about his position or what rank he holds, because out here on civilian street, it counts for nothing.
He holds his hands up in surrender. “I’m sorry. I misread Jade’s advances.”
Jade gasps from behind me as the easy lie falls out of his slimy mouth.
“You are a lying piece of shit.” I grab his throat and shove him against the wall to hold him there.
Cobra struggles for breath as I squeeze harder, restraining him.
“If I ever see you touching my girl ever again, I will fucking end you. I feel sorry for you, having to use your rank to sexually harass women and then lie about it.” My spittle leaves droplets on his face. “Now, I’m not sure if you know this, but my uncle isveryclose friends with Air Chief Marshal Patterson.” Cobra’s eyes pop out of his head at the mention of the second highest ranking officer in the entire Royal Air Force. His face turns red as I continue to cut off his oxygen. “I never want to hear about anything like this ever again, or Air Chief Marshal Patterson will be receiving a call. Understood?”
“Let him go, Owen, please,” Jade begs, her hand resting on my arm.
I snarl before releasing him. Wheezing, he reaches for his throat, coughing and sputtering.
“Now, fuck off back to the compound, and don’t ever go near, look, or touch her again. Only ever speak to Squadron Leader Sommers if it’s work related, otherwise, you don’t talk to her. Do you hear me?”
He holds his hands up in surrender again.
I turn to Jade and cup her face. “Has he ever done anything like this before?” Her eyes slide to Cobra, then back to me as he tries to compose himself.
Is she scared of him?
“No,” she says, not sounding certain.
“You sure?” With her face in the palm of my hands, she jerks a nod and I know she’s lying. I will make it my mission to sort this out. Knowing Gregor, his suspicions were right, and I think he’s been making advances toward her for a while.
I swivel on the balls of my feet and pull Jade in behind me.
“What are you still doing here? I asked you to leave.”
And with that he disappears, almost running down the corridor, and I lose the opportunity to ask her what has been going on when the doctor appears, informing us that Mari’s test results are back.
I listen intently to the Greek doctor who speaks fluent English as she relays what she knows, and we both hold our breath as she delivers the news.
