Roaring like the animal I was, I threw him to the side, then rushed over to the scrub station door. The fucker was locked. I was tearing the handle off when Tripp tackled me to the floor.
“You can’t stop me!” I yelled.
The fucker sat on me, then pinned my hands to the floor. “I’m your superior officer, and I order you to stand down, soldier.” Rage threaded through his bronze eyes as they shifted to vampire black.
My fangs shot out. “I’m not on a fucking mission. This is my wife we’re dealing with.”
“What will you do if you go in there? Think about it. You’ll only prevent them from doing their job. Then Laylawilldie.”
“Get off me,” I snapped.
“Not until I’m sure you won’t kill your wife.” His tone was harsh, serious, and pissed me the fuck off.
I hated that he was right. “I would never kill my wife.”
He cocked an eyebrow. “Then think before you act. Now, I’m going to stand, and if you so much as attempt to go in through either entrance, I’ll throw you in the brig next to Jordyn. Are we clear?”
“Fucking crystal.”
Once we were upright, he stood guard outside the scrub station, eyeing me.
I leaned against the wall across from him, interlaced my fingers, and brought them to my mouth—praying, praying, praying.
“Come on, Layla,” Jo cried.
My heart stopped cold.
“She’s not responding,” a nurse said.
I crumpled to the floor. This couldn’t be happening. Layla and I had just exchanged vows. She was my one and only true love. We were meant to build a future together, have more babies, buy a house beside the ocean, fight alongside each other, watch our kids grow, and love each other until the end of time.
Instead, I would be planning her funeral.
To be continued…
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