Finding Salvation- A Runaway Novel

Chapter 1

Jacob found himself people-watching and admittedly enjoying the utter chaos that was his brother's life and business.

He'd known his brother was busy making a name for himself, but seeing SAB doing what they do is something else.

Jacob watched his brother deal with whatever emergency had pulled him from their reunion and smiled. So far, the place had rang with organized chaos and competency.

Jacob watched as his brother slapped one of his operatives on the back of the head, a familiar gesture that reminded him of his brother's protective streak when he'd been an idiot kid. He'd gone to the rug with his big brother more times than he could count and knew the man was more than capable of kicking a little ass.

Jacob tuned out to whatever interpersonal issues Caleb was dealing with and looked around the conference room he'd been stowed in.

The SAB sign was featured prominently. Sadler, Ackerman, and Bellucci: SAB.

The company had come a long way since the last time he'd been stateside and checked in with his brother and the men who might as well be his other brothers.

Jacob figured he'd be able to continue being a casual observer as the company grew now that he was a civilian. The thought was a bitter pill to swallow even after the few months he'd had to process the pile of bullshit that had dropped him here.

A small part of him was insulted it had taken his brother this long to drag his ass here. Now that he was here, he knew what his brother would say. The man wasn't a mystery. But those long months when he'd realized that he wouldn't be able to stay with his team, wouldn't be any good to them with a TBI that still kicked his ass and fucked with his vision.

A sniper with limited peripheral vision and a tendency to search for words he couldn't always find wasn't what his team needed him for. He'd been made useless in the profession he'd worked to master for the last twelve years of his life.

Caleb slammed the door open with a shake of his head.

"Sorry about that. I swear sometimes, they don't know which end is their ass. Fucking fuckups."

Jacob smiled at the pure frustration that took over his big brother's face and made him look all of seventeen again.

"What did he do?"

Caleb blew out a breath. "Travis, that fucking man-whore, slept with the local translator on his last mission and didn't call her back. Now she won't work with another team in the region. I actually have to send the fucker in country to try to smooth it over. Fucker had the nerve to smile. Apparently she was a freak in bed and he's looking at this like a fucking vacation."

Jacob smiled enough that the dimples he hated came out in his cheeks. It softened Caleb's face a little and Jacob couldn't help but look away.

For all the bluster in getting his ass here, Jacob knew his brother was sincerely worried about him. He wouldn't have been such an ass if he didn't care. It was his nature.

"He's on Parker's team, poor bastard, usually that makes him his problem, but he's out on a recruiting mission."

He raised his eyebrows at the word recruiting as though challenging baby brother to bring it up.

Jacob sighed. "Fine, I'll bite, why am I here? It's not like I'd be useful. The navy kicked my ass to the curb for a reason."

Caleb frowned. "Not my fault you didn't follow my good example and join the goddamn army like someone with common sense. No, you needed those pretty dress white and sailor boy clean cut bullshit."