Military Romance Collection: Contemporary Soldier Alpha Male Romance (111 page)

Chapter Two

Anita waited for almost an hour, watching the sun rise to its perch high in the sky and the crimson dawn turn into an ironically sunny morning. She smacked her lips, her craving for caffeine steadily becoming overwhelming. She tapped her foot, wringing her hands and slowly growing more and more impatient.

It was then that she heard a noise.

The woman, who had refrained from speaking to her the entire time, instead occupied herself with a copy of the yesterday’s newspaper, looked up at the sound, a smile stretching across her face. “There he goes,” she said just as the front door opened and closed and footsteps followed.

Anita gasped when she caught her first glimpse of Bruce. His eyes were barely opened, and he moved around with an odd, ghostly manner. His right arm was pressed to his torso as he bent slightly over himself.

He stopped short, his eyes darting from woman to woman. Anita watched his gaze harden for a short second before he nodded at the other woman. “Can I speak to you?”

She shrugged. “I’m all ears.”

He glowered at her, his lips barely moving as he said, “Outside.”

Although Anita was not the subject of his apparent frustration, she couldn’t help but to feel at least slightly worried for this unknown woman, and for herself.

However, the woman didn’t seem the slightest bit concerned. She let out a groan as she stood up and followed him back down the front hallway.

“What the fuck, Lexus!”

It was all Anita heard before the front door slammed behind them. She sat, not-so-patiently waiting for them to come back inside for almost two minutes before she started to pick out the sounds. They were yelling so loud that she could hear them through the exterior walls and down the hallway. She listened to their incoherent voices for a few seconds before she decided she couldn’t take it anymore.

She stood up and tiptoed down the hallway, driven by a reckless curiosity and a complete disregard for what might happen to her if they found her listening.

“… to sit here and wait for me until I came back!” Anita caught the last bits of Bruce’s words.

“Do you have any idea how boring it is just sitting around?” the woman yelled back.

“Lower your voice.”

Anita’s eyes went wide at the severity of his tone.

But, nevertheless, Lexus seemed unfazed. “You think you can just do whatever you want, don’t you? Even fall in love with a human.”

There it was again: human. It was odd the way Lexus said that, as if she herself wasn’t human… and neither was Bruce. The thought made her stomach churn.

“She’s not just a human. And I’m not in love with her.”

“You entertain her curiosity. You let her in—”

“
You
let her in!”

“She wouldn’t have come here if you hadn’t done something to make her believe that you would even listen to her questions.”

There was a pause, a brief silence on the other side of the wall.

“What did you do, Bruce?”

“My mistake was not trusting Anita, nor was it even beginning to feel anything for a human. My mistake was letting you into my house. You could have turned her away. You could have lied to her, anything to cover me, but you refused. You don’t want to cover me. You don’t want to protect me. You want me reduced to nothing so that you can swoop in and manipulate me.”

“Ha! What are you, a child? It is not my job to protect you.”

“Then why are you here, you useless piece of shit?”

“Useless piece of shit? I detest the habits you have picked up, especially Anita.”

“She’s not a habit. She’s a person.”

“Exactly.”

There was a shuffling of feet as Anita heard someone go for the door. She scurried into a small room just off the main hallway, which she quickly learned was a guest bathroom, and shut the door behind her.

“Get out of my house. I don’t care where you go. I don’t care if you ever return to Hugo. I just don’t ever want to see you again.”

As she dropped onto the toilet, Anita’s jaw fell open. She couldn’t even begin to imagine what Lexus was feeling right then. There was more shuffling of feet, then a “Fuck you Bruce!” right before the front door opened and closed for the last time.

Anita tiptoed out of the bathroom to find Bruce standing in his small kitchen, his hands resting on the counter, his head bowed. “I’m sorry,” she said.

“If you were, you wouldn’t have come,” he said without even looking at her.

Anita came to stand next to him. She couldn’t help but notice how hurt, how lonely, he looked, with his tired eyes, his tense muscles, his set jaw… His empty house. “I suppose now is not the time—”

“Why can’t you just let it be?” He stepped away from the counter, turning his gaze on her.

Anita didn’t have an answer to that question. It was like asking why the sun came up. “Because I can’t.”

Bruce grasped both of her shoulders. “But you have to. You are putting yourself and everyone around you in danger. Do you realize that?”

“So you can’t tell me a thing?”

“It’s not my secret to tell.”

Anita nodded, placing a hand on his cheek. She figured if she was soft with him, if she could make him feel comfortable, then he just might open up to her. As ridiculous as it sounded, she felt the need to open up to him.

He flinched at first, but then seemed to melt into her touch.

“You’re hurt.”

He nodded. “Yes, I am.”

“In more ways than one.”

“In more ways than one.” He nodded, placing his hand on top of Anita’s. They were both tired of fighting: the world and each other.

She sighed, glancing around her at his disheveled house when a thought came to mind. “Are you going to be alone tomorrow? For Thanksgiving?”

He glowered at her, as if he didn’t understand what she had said before his face softened and he nodded. “Never mind that.”

“No… You shouldn’t. Come with me.” the phrase sounded foreign once it was out of her mouth, but she couldn’t deny that thought of not having to spend Thanksgiving alone with her father lifted her spirits.

“I couldn’t possible—”Bruce tried to dismiss her.

“Yes, you can.” Anita clutched at his jacket with both of her hands. “Look, my father is a Supreme Court justice. You should meet him.”

He raised an eyebrow. “I’m meeting your father?”

Anita giggled. “It’s not like that,” she said, even though she hoped her words weren’t true.

Chapter Three

Anita rang the doorbell of her childhood home as she stood on the porch of a house much farther outside of D.C. than she would have liked with Bruce, their relationship status listed as complicated, standing next to her. As she waited for her father to make his way to the door, she had to physically restrain herself, holding her hands together, to refrain from reaching out and grabbing his. Somehow, just having him standing there next to her wasn’t enough.

Before she had time to cave into her more base desires, the door swung open and before her stood her father, Richard Rhodes, his tall frame towering over her, the gaze of his dark eyes diluted by the readers he wore to cover his face. He glanced at Bruce, his eyes narrowing as he examined him. “You’re the new ambassador, correct?” he asked as he extended a hand.

Anita tried let the fact that he hadn’t so much as looked at her since he opened the door bother her.

“Yes. Bruce Harrington, sir.” He shook Richard’s hand.

Richard nodded, glancing at Anita, before turning and stepping back into his house.

The two of them followed him inside and, as Anita turned to shut the door behind her, she took note of the scent of turkey baking, vegetables steaming, and sauces boiling. “Is Gabi hard at work?” she asked as she continued into the house.

Richard just nodded at her. “You can go greet the woman if you want.”

Anita set her jaw; his dismissive manner only made her want to disobey. So, instead of following his directions and breaking off into the kitchen, she said, “I don’t want to bother her. I can just join you in the study, if you want.” She could feel Bruce’s eyes on her.

Richard narrowed his eyes at her. “I was going over some case files. You can’t look at any of them.”

“I know,” she said in a strong voice.

“So, what could you possibly want with my study?”

“I don’t know, to spend time with you?” She had all but forgotten about Bruce’s presence for the time being.

Richard released a sharp breath. “I invited you to dinner. I didn’t expect you to be early.”

“Well, I’m sorry if my existence is an inconvenience.”

“Don’t be dramatic.”

At that, Bruce cut in, placing a hand on Anita’s arm. “It’s perfectly okay if he wants to get some work done. We could just sit in the living room until dinner is ready.”

Anita scowled. Having her father completely mistreat her was agitating enough without having to listen to Bruce’s attempt at peacemaking. “You know what? That’s just fine,” she said as she stalked past the both of them and into her old living room. She stood on the center rug fuming with her hands curled into fists, biting her lips. She hated how her father constantly tried to reach out to her, making her feel guilty for staying away as much as she did. But as soon as she showed up at his doorstep, he treated her like he was doing her a favor for tolerating her company in the first place.

The man had no one except for her, but unfortunately that alone wasn’t enough motivation for him to treat her decently.

“I’m sensing a bit of agitation.” Bruce placed a hand on her shoulder as he came to stand next to her.

Anita scoffed. “I was so surprised that you accepted my invitation that I didn’t even think for one second of how embarrassing it would be to have you around my father.”

Bruce stepped in front of her. “There is nothing embarrassing about your successful father.” He glanced around at the well-kept sitting room, taking in everything from the expensive mahogany coffee table to the framed photos that covered the golden walls. “Or your obviously comfortable childhood.”

Anita let out a dark chuckle. “Why are you being so nice to me?”

“You invited me into your home. I can’t really be an asshole from a position of weakness.”

“Accepting my invitation was not weakness.”

Bruce opened his mouth as if to say something, but then, thinking better of it, closed it again. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder, staring at the walls. “I’m not going to argue with you about this.”

Anita laughed at the fact that no matter what they were doing or where they were, an argument was practically a given. “I suppose it would be wise to at least pretend to agree with each other as long as we’re here,” she said as she went for the remote.

“Television? Really?” Bruce raised an eyebrow.

“I just have to see what’s happening on CNN.”

“It’s Thanksgiving.”

“I know.” Anita nodded. “But I’m going to pull my hair out if I have to sit here doing absolutely nothing while my father is in the other room working.”

Bruce shrugged, taking a seat on the couch. “I suppose we could check the news.”

“Just the news,” Anita muttered as she joined him on the couch. But when she had finally managed to find the right channel, CNN wasn’t flooded with Thanksgiving-related news as she would have thought, nor were images of the protests of the days before covering the screen.

As a woman spoke furiously quickly, Anita’s eye fell to the headline at the bottom of the screen.

Breaking: Palestinian troops have invaded Israel
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Chapter Four

Anita jumped to her feet, her eyes darting from the television to Bruce. “This can’t be happening!”

Bruce stood up at well, walking towards the television, as if he couldn’t believe his eyes either. “Did I miss something?”

Anita glared at him. “What the hell is going on?”

As she said this, she heard the whoosh of a door being opened and the thumping of footsteps afterwards. “What is all this noise about?” Richard asked as he stepped into the room.

Anita glanced at him, her mouth opening to explain the catastrophe that was unfolding right before her eyes. But he looked over her shoulder, his eyes narrowing as he read what was on the screen. “An invasion?”

“This is surprising,” Bruce said in a voice that didn’t sound half as surprised as it should have been.

“It says Palestine is claimed just cause. What did you do?” Richard demanded, turning on Anita.

Anita sucked in breath after breath, but she didn’t seem to be getting any actual oxygen. The room started to spin around her as she struggled to figure out what the hell was actually going on. “I don’t know!”

“Russia’s behind this,” Bruce said, almost physically stepping in between Anita and her father.

Anita turned her gaze to him. “Of course Russia is behind it, but I thought we had time. The resolution was supposed to be a deterrent.”

“Israel is a goddamn sitting duck. This is a disaster.”

Anita could feel her lunch tumbling up from her stomach. “Oh God,” she whispered.

Bruce opened his mouth to say something, but the sharp ringing of her cell phone stopped him in his tracks.

She slipped it out of her back pocket, answered it, then pressed it against her ear. “Did you leak the fucking resolution?” Victoria’s voice filled the earpiece.

Anita’s eyes went wide. “I resent that! Of course I didn’t leak the fucking resolution!”

“Language!” Richard cut in.

“
Someone
leaked the resolution.” Bruce stared right at Anita, his voice almost eerily level.

“All right, well, someone did. Someone tipped off the Palestinians that we were interfering,” Victoria said.

“It’s a UN resolution, not a private IM message! The word was gonna get out anyway. This is just an escalation of what would have already happened.”

“Only, you didn’t predict this would happen.”

Anita stepped out of the living room. “I’m not fucking psychic. I thought by the time it made it to the UN floor, Russia would have felt the opposition of the entire world against her.”

“This isn’t Russia.”

“This
is
Russia. Palestine hardly has the military to invade another country. How do you think they did this?”

There was a pause, during with Anita could hear the full force of everything that was happening behind Victoria, from excited voices to the shuffling of papers and feet. “We shouldn’t even be discussing this over the phone. Come into the office,” she ordered.

Anita hung up the phone, too frightened of what was unfolding around her to be annoyed with Victoria’s tone. She stepped back into the living room to find both Bruce and her father staring intently at the screen. CNN was showing footage of what looked like Palestinian military over the border. The sound of rapid fire gunshots filled their living room.

“I have to go in,” she said.

Bruce turned to look at her first. “I’ll go with you.”

The two of them muttered a hasty goodbye to Anita’s father before rushing out of the house and to the car they had come in. Anita drove through the eerily quiet suburban roads, not reaching D.C. soon enough. She raced down the highway thirty miles per hour above the speed limit, a tiny voice in the back of her head praying that they don’t get pulled over by a cop, although considering the fact that Thanksgiving Day was well underway, the chances of that were slim.

After almost thirty minutes of driving, she finally turned into the nearest parking garage to the White House. She swung the car into the middle of two parking spots, cut the engine, and then frantically scrambled out, Bruce following her the whole way.

As they entered through the side entrance, Anita took note of the lone reporter on the lawn, grasping the microphone with her left hand and pushing her hair out of her face with the other. After a quick security check, they scurried down the halls until they reached the entrance of the Oval Office, framed with two secret service men.

Anita passed by them with no trouble at all, but as Bruce tried to pass, one of them slammed a hand into his shoulder. She turned, flashing a questioning glare at the both of them.

“Only her,” the man said.

Anita shifted her gaze from Bruce to the men for a short moment, before her urgency kicked in and she stepped inside.

As they shut the door behind her, she saw the president standing in the center of his office, his head turned up but his eyes looking at nothing in particular. “Mr. President?”

When he turned to face her, his bloodshot eyes made her blood run cold.

She gulped. “This is my fault…It was my resolution.”

He shook his head. “No one even believed he could touch Israel.”

“We left them unprepared for too long. Of course he could.”

“Putin knows what he’s doing. He’s starting the next world war.” He shook his head, looking away from her. “Everyone talks about it, but no one thinks that there is leader crazy enough to actually do it.”

“Putin isn’t crazy. He’s gambling. He doesn’t expect a full scale response.”

“America can’t live with herself if she betrays Israel.”

“We need just cause.” Anita took a step towards him. “We can’t just declare war on Palestine like that. We need—”

“No.” When the president stared at her, she saw the same timid, confused, fearful Holland she had met before his Senate campaign all those years before. She wasn’t even sure he still existed. “Not, Palestine. Russia.”