She Comes With Me (Lovers in Crossfire #1)

1. Alex

Chapter one

Alex

“What do you mean we leave in a week?” I scream into my phone. “That is barely any time to get my affairs in order for another damn deployment.” I sigh. My Staff Sergeant isn’t making this easy on me. We leave in a week, and we just got home a fucking month ago. I haven’t even been able to get my dick wet yet. This is seriously some bullshit.

“García! Are you with me still?” My Staff Sergeant is pissed, not that I blame him. He must leave his pregnant wife and two boys at home to come on this damn deployment also. “Yes, Staff Sergeant, I am here with you. Just pissed at the last-minute changes to everything.” I hate last-minute things. Welcome to the Marines, home of last-minute decisions, and hurry up and wait.

“Well, pass the word to everyone else that we will be leaving next week on Friday.” Good god, I can’t deal with this stupid last-minute bullshit right now. “Yes, Staff Sergeant, I’ll send a group text for all the guys. Any word on where we are going?” Come on, Staff Sergeant, give me something good to work with. “Not yet; this is all the information Sir has given me. I will update you when I get more. Until that happens, I will spend time with my family.” At least he has a family to go home to. I am a single Marine with no one to go home to… Guess I’ll go to the bar with Smith tonight and see if we can get laid before we're in God knows where, doing God knows what. “No problem, Staff Sergeant. Enjoy your family. I’ll talk to you later.”

One week’s notice. Fuck this shit– I need a drink. I pull out my cell, shooting off a text to the guys letting them know we are leaving soon and to get their shit in order. I opened Smith’s contact and called him next. “Smith!” He answers on the second ring. “Hey, dude! Want to get drunk and get our dicks wet tonight?” I sigh into the phone. I am beyond irritated. We just got back a month ago… I am ready to just sit for five fucking minutes.

Is that even a thing? “Yeah, where are we going?” Smith is my right-hand man, always! “Let’s go to Jill’s Bar. I don’t want to be around anyone we know tonight.” Because who knows who will be around, and I don’t need some dumb ass getting drunk and trying to start shit with me. I am in the mood to punch someone, and that’s the last thing I need to see the captain for. It's not on my to-do list today. I need a beer and to throw some darts. “Sure, sounds good, dude! I’ll meet you there at 6. I need a quick shower when I get home.” I should also shower after my workout, which was ruined by a lovely phone call. “Yeah, I need to grab a shower also. I’ll meet you there.” I hang up because there's no need for goodbyes, and I love you to your buddy that you'll see in a few hours.

Once I get onto my black Harley-Davidson, I start it up and drive the five miles back to my house from the gym. I smell like ass. I do need to catch a shower. I decided I probably should call Ma and let her know that I am leaving again. I click on her name on the screen as I turn on the shower.

“Hola!” My mom sings on the phone. That singing always puts a smile on my face.

“Hey, Ma, I got some news. Are you, by chance, at home?” Let’s hope she is so that she can sit down. She will not be happy with this news.

“Si, baby, I am making the bread, so I am home. What's going on?” Oh man, do I miss Ma’s bread… I can already smell it from my memories.

“I am going back on deployment next week…” I winced while waiting for her to freak out. “Oh, baby, I am so sorry. I know you just got back and barely have any time to relax.” I pulled the phone from my ear to give it a weird look. Well, that’s not what I was expecting. Who is this lady, and where is my Mexican mom who always loses her shit?

“It’s OK, Ma, it’s what I signed up to do.” She knows I went into the Marines because I wanted to do something good, but I know if I tell her how exhausted I am, she will freak out and want me to get out.

“OK, Mijo, if you say so. I worry about you. I will let your siblings know so that you can get ready to go. Te amo mi amor.” God, this woman is the best. Always knows how to make me feel better.

“Love you too, Ma. I’ll call you when I get the chance to.” I hang up and get in the shower. God, I need a beer.

Once I get to the bar, I see Smith sitting with a beer already in his hand. I push through the crowd to get to him and sit with a flop on the bar stool. “What’s up, dude?” I ask with a nod. He nods at me while taking a swig of his Budweiser. The bartender comes up to me with a short jean skirt, almost showing her ass cheeks, and a black tank top with her tits falling out. Man, I love this bar already! She leans a little forward, resting her arms on the bar top, bats her chocolate brown eyes at me, and says, “What can I get you, handsome?” with a bright white smile.

“Let’s just start with a Bud heavy, please.” She giggles and turns around. Her floral scent hits me in the face as I watch her straight, dark brown hair going halfway down her ass. She has curves in all of the right places, and I can imagine her being under me with her legs wrapped around my waist and her nails scratching down my arms.

“Hey dude, you OK?” Smith knocks me out of my daydream and brings me back to reality.

“Yeah, I am good. I am just daydreaming. Probably need to get laid to get that under control.” As I turn in my seat to face the bar again, the bartender comes up with my bottle of Budweiser and gives me a wink.

“The name is Ally. If you need anything else, give me a holler”. She leaves with a sway in her hips that almost has me drooling.

“Ally is hot, man!” I hear Smith say over the music.

“I could totally get under that.” I chuckle and nod.

“Yeah, me too.” He agrees and takes another long drink of his beer. It doesn’t matter who we get under tonight. We will be gone next week, and it will become a memory for our Spank Bank.

After a few hours, several beers, and three dart games later, Smith and I felt ourselves. So much so that he was trying to get Ally to have a threesome with him and me; she just laughed and shrugged it off like it was nothing. Little did she know that Smith was dead serious. This dude is always trying to have a threesome.

We go back to our game until we hear some yelling on the other side of the bar.

“What do you mean this is the best you got, Bitch!” That’s all it took to turn around and see what was happening. I see some guy in Ally’s face, yelling at her like she’s street trash.

That will not happen when I am around. You will not disrespect a woman!

I nudge Smith while he is taking a swig of his beer and nod towards the commotion.

“You hearing this?” he nods, and you can see the rage in his eyes.

We stand and walk over to this tall man, probably about 6’2“, with salt-and-pepper hair and a long beard. His face has enough wrinkles to show his age. He is wearing a cut-off jean jacket, jeans in a different color from his jacket, and black combat-style boots.

“Let’s chat with our man who thinks he has enough balls to yell at a woman, shall we?” Smith cracks his knuckles in response.

We walk up behind Ally, who is visibly shaking in all of her five-foot-nothing self.

“Hey Ally, what’s going on here?” I ask.

“Nothing, I’m fine.” She says over her shoulder. You can tell she doesn’t mean a word of what she says.

“Mhm… Sure doesn’t look fine to me, Ally.”

I look up at the man who hasn’t said a word now that Smith and I are standing here. He snarls, puffing out his chest like he is big and macho.

“She said she’s fine! So, take your beaner ass back to Mexico and take your cracker friend with ya!”

All I could do was laugh at his ignorance. Seriously, are we going to throw race into this? Little does he know, I may be Mexican, but I could crush his ass.

“Dude, you don’t want to play the Mexican card with me.” I roll my eyes and look back down at Ally, who is blankly staring at the wall. She is visibly shaking, and her face is as pale as a sheet.

“Who the fuck are you calling a cracker?” You hear Smith grumble from behind me.

“Oh, so you’re a retard also?” The man’s eyes glistened like he had just won. That is when I knew all hell was going to break loose.

“What the fuck did you say?” Xander says through clenched teeth. Xander doesn’t like people being called dumb; definitely not retarded. It comes from his younger brother being autistic. People called his brother retarded and dumb all his life.

“Did I stutter?” The old man chuckles and looks back at his friends. That’s when Xander jumped up and punched the guy in the face. His nose was now crooked from the break, blood gushing out of his nose and down his shirt.

Ally starts screaming at the top of her lungs and runs behind the bar.

Well, I can’t let my man get himself killed right before we leave, so here goes nothing. I jump into the fight, bringing my fist to the old fuckers right cheek, and then swing for his beer gut! The man gets a good solid hit on my left cheekbone, my head snaps to the side, and rage feels my bones. I swing again and see the reflection of red and blue lights flashing outside. FUCKKKKKK, this is all I need right now.