Oh, well, he should believe in ghosts.
Marine ones.
Every Marine had their specialty. Like Maura was a math strategist, Jagger was good at hand-to-hand in close quarters, Zayn was the gun guy, and the Snakes were the Snakes, he was invisible.
This was his thing.
Oh, the asshole outside who wanted to watch his dog burn was about to encounter the scariest ghost of them all.
Poe’s protector.
When he heard the man coming his way, he was opening all the stalls and peeking into them, trying to find his friends.
That meant Gamble had one shot at this.
Tucking himself into the corner, he saw the gate open, and he knew exactly when the man saw his two friends.
He gasped.
Gamble moved, grabbed his gun, and elbowed him in the face. He placed his gun against his temple to keep him silent.
“You’re abusing my dog,” he whispered. “I hate people who hurt animals.”
The man whimpered.
“Who are you?” he asked.
“I’m your worst nightmare, Dan,” he said. “I’m a fucking Marine, and you pieces of shit tried to hurt my boyfriend. I take umbrage to shit mercenaries calling him‘faggot’. For that alone, I’d kill you, but fuck with my goddamn dog too, and now, you’ve made me angry.”
The man didn’t move, but Gamble wanted to make sure the guy knew he wasn’t kidding.
With a simple movement, he broke his arm, and slapped his hand over the man’s mouth to muffle his cries of pain.
When he stopped wailing, he whispered in his ear.
“Did you kill the Duke and Dutchess of Gordon?” he asked, whispering as he put his finger on the trigger of the gun.
Oh, he wouldn’t fire it so as not to bring backup to help this piece of shit, but Dan didn’t know that.
He nodded.
“Did you work with Hemmingway?” he asked.
The man nodded again, his arm screaming in pain.
“Who were you to him?”
He slowly moved his hand, just enough to hear him.
“I was his co-pilot.”
Well, fuck.
Poe was going to be crushed when he heard all of this, and Gamble was going to have to be the one to tell him.
“Why?”
The man answered.
