Page 8 of Her Selfless Warrior (Omega Sky)
“He said no later than ten hundred hours.”
Kostya looked at his phone. It was eight hundred hours now, and Landon lived twenty minutes away from base.
“Gideon, you handle the initial briefing with our selected men.”
“And our meeting after lunch with the Marine squadron?” Gideon asked.
“I’ll be there for that.” Kostya set down the file and picked up his keys.
* * *
Kostya hadall of his men’s info on his phone, so it took just fifteen minutes to navigate to Landon’s small duplex. When he pulled up, it didn’t take a genius to figure out which side of the old house belonged to his man. It would be the one with the front window completely shattered, and clothes, furniture, and a mattress strewn across the front lawn.
Classy.
As soon as he opened the door to his SUV, he could hear shrieks coming out of the window.
“You don’t love me! You promised me forever! How could you go back on your word like this? I’ve given you everything. Everything! I’ve wasted the best four months of my life, and I’ll never, ever get them back.”
Kostya winced. He felt a headache coming on. He wasn’t sure if it was due to the high-pitched shrills that were surely aggravating every dog within a mile radius, or if it was due to the pointless idiocy that Angelique was spewing.
He was midway up the walkway when he heard some kind of God-awful noise coming toward him. It wasn’t artillery, it was a cacophony of music. It was like The Allman Brothers were having a live concert at the same time some Hip Hop group that one of the guys on Max’s team always listened to were on stage.
My head is going to explode!
Two trucks crested the ridge, coming in hot. One blue, one red.
“Aw, hell.” Kostya dug his fingers into the bridge of his nose. “Seriously?” Whoever these yay-hoos were, they were driving two of the largest personal trucks on the market.
The red truck swung out and shuddered to a stop. The driver jumped out, slammed his door, and hot-footed it up to Kostya. The other driver stayed in his truck and cranked up “Midnight Rider” then leaned on his horn.
“You Kelly?” The kid in front of Kostya demanded. He probably wasn’t even old enough to drink, but he was a big kid. He pushed his chest out so that it touched Kostya’s.
Yep, it’s a shit day.
“No, I’m not Landon Kelly. Who are you?”
“Angelique is my sister. Kelly’s screwed her over, and me and my brother are here to teach him a lesson.”
A crash had them both looking to the left, and they saw a rather small flatscreen TV break into pieces on top of a pile of books.
“I don’t know, it seems like Angelique is holding her own,” Kostya observed.
“You never even gave me a key.” Her whine stretched into a howl that made her sound like she was part coyote.
Now that Kostya was close enough to the duplex he could hear Landon’s response. “And that should have told you we weren’t serious. For God’s sake, Angelique, every time we were together, we did it at your apartment and I went home. Last night was the first time I invited you here, that should have told you something.”
“Exactly. I brought a suitcase and everything. You betrayed me!”
Kostya grimaced when the dumbass in front of him poked him in the chest. “Do you hear that? That bastard strung her along like she was nothing.”
Poke.
Poke.
Poke.
“Back off,” Kostya said mildly.
