My description of the Navy Seabees, a real dept of the Navy btw, is complete fiction. They are an important part of our Navy though...but what I describe here is not what they do...Just wanted that clear.
Short upload btw
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Chapter 15
Nic POV
As I sit here watching her sleep I realize what Mitch said before was right. The feelings I have for her are strong and that's why I have been such a jackass to her. She didn't even bother taking off the robe I had slung around her back at the drug house. In her sleep it has fallen away from her chest. Her white bra is cupping her beautiful milky breasts while making her look completely innocent.
These thoughts should not be running through my head about my current employer. My job has been my life for so long now; it has always been the only thing that mattered. Rafael my best friend was walking home from our senior prom and was gunned down by a junkie needing a fix. When the junkie found no money on Raffie, after shooting him, he stabbed him 23 times. Since the day Raffie died I pledged my life to hunting down drug dealers and bad dudes alike. All of these things I did in an attempt to make things right for Raffie.
Since I was good at school work I graduated at semester and instead of walking with my class I signed up for boot camp. After boot camp I was approached by my CO and told that he had a special promotion for me. Apparently he was impressed by my drive in boot camp. He sent me to a special operation known as the Navy Seabees, like the seals but more bad a**. We take on the worst of the worst case scenarios that all the other branches of military feel are too risky. I spent two years in the bees and killed many, many very dangerous people. Once I had two years of the Seabees that was enough and I was honorably discharged with special commendations and a hefty pension. Afterwards, I signed onto the swat team here in Florida. All of this time Raffie's memory has driven me to protect and serve the innocent, even if that means killing others.
I have always been nothing but professional and passed up many opportunities for relationships with nice girls because my life's purpose was to eradicate the scum of the earth. I had my share of women, one in particular. Karla was my friend with benefits, I would need a tension reliever and she was more than happy to accommodate me. But there was never a romantic thing there and we both knew it.
Now sitting here looking at this brunette with nothing covering her top half except a thin bra I can't help but feel my purpose in life is to make certain harm never meets her again. All of my training, all of my reverence for Raffie would be forgotten if I screw this up. I have to stay on track I cannot let Raffie down.
I walk to the side of the bed that she is sleeping on and bend down on my knees. One shaky hand reaches her bangs that are in her face and I swipe them back getting a good look at all of her stunning face. Her skin is like fresh cream on a spring morning and the few freckles makes her even more beautiful. She's not too tall or too short. Her hair is dark and makes her face look even brighter. Her eyes, her insanely gorgeous eyes draw me in and it's near impossible to look away. I always tried to hide my fascination with her with my scowl. With a scowl I could look at her longer and not let her know why. She's as close to perfection as a human being could ever be. Hell, she is perfection. She is brazen, feisty, playful, and tender. There's nothing I would like more than to lie by her side for the rest of my life and think how lucky I am that she chose me. The way she was with my little sister proved to me she will be one hell of a mother. But all of that isn't what I chose for my life. I need to get real and do what is best for her. What is best for her is for me to leave this assignment and have someone else take over. With these feelings I have realized I am in too deep and my feelings for her could cloud my judgment and get her hurt or worse.
She deserves to be with someone, better than me anyways, who can be the all-American guy. You know the kind. He works in an office and comes home, safe, to her every night and kisses her at the front door as she takes his briefcase. He wears sweaters, khakis, and dress shoes while holding her daughter up to put the star on the Christmas tree without the blood of a thousand men on his hands. After all this time calling her bad stuff and convincing myself she was bad I now realize that I am the one that's not good enough for her.
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Comment Please...what would you like to see happen next? Should he leave her for her own good?
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