The Soldier (Black Hawke Security #4)

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

ROGER

Well, that was easy.

Now to drive the nail into the coffin.

Or rather, my shaft into Trina’s sweet cunt.

Whether she wants it or not. Then she can go running back into Marshall’s arms and cry. A broken little bitch who is useless and would never want him because he will forever be connected to this terrible memory.

Boo-hoo.

How sad.

Marshall took from me something I desperately wanted. Now I’m taking something precious from him.

And destroying it.