MINE

Meet the SEALS

MEET THE MEN

!WARNING! These men are animals. They are walking red flags. If you meet a real-life version of one run as far as you can.. or not, it may be worth sticking around for.

HOGAN

"Fuck man!" Lance "Chaos" Smith tossed his strong hand against my shoulder, no doubt sick of my shit. I have been on edge since yesterday morning when we arrived back in town. Can't explain it but feels like I've got a MK2 grenade about to go off inside my chest and it's pissing me the hell off.

I'm not a nice guy, no nicer than any of my brothers that is. More importantly I'm not a guy that is bothered by much. In fact, just last year when we were finishing our last mission and were held hostage by a few lucky dumb fuck terrorists for three weeks, I still wasn't bothered much.

"Retirement is supposed to make you happy." Chaos growled as he jumped out my truck, lighting up a cigarette.

"You fuckin' happy?" I snapped, regret immediately washing over me as I stared at one of my closest friends. Chaos and I went into the military together and both came out SEALs, spending fifteen years in the same unit together. We were finally joining the rest of our unit, settling down in rural town in Montana Mountains after finishing up some loose ends with the Navy.

Chaos hasn't had it easy; he didn't grow up with any adult that gave two shits about him. He had me and his baby sister – well, stepsister to help him through life. Unfortunately, his little step sister was taken away by her father, and he was left with just my grumpy ass.

Lucky him.

LANCE

You sleeping?

I stared at her text, my heart pounding in my chest. She has been texting me more recently, even sending me cute little selfies and "OTTD's" pictures-whatever that is.

 
Still driving. Why aren't you sleeping?

I can't sleep. I miss you.

Don't miss me.

I can't help it.

Lance?

Yeah?

Every night I dream you will take me away to your mountain and keep me with you forever.

Suddenly all the damn fidgeting and grunting Hogan was doing behind the driver's seat, became too much. My hand hit his shoulder as I cussed him out, digging in my pocket for lighter after popping a cancer stick between my lips.

I hated smoking, it was nasty and a habit I longed to break. I did a lot of shit that wasn't good for me, felt like punishing myself would make me feel better about my fucked-up obsession with my stepsister.

We hadn't spoken since our parents spit over two decades ago, but I got a message from her one day.

Hi Lance,

It's me, your little bunny! I finally found your number, I wanted to call but I wasn't sure how that all worked since you were a big Navy Seal and all. (; I wanted to tell you that I finally left home; I couldn't stand being around my father anymore. Now that I am eighteen, he has no say over me anymore. You remember how terrible he was, don't you? Anyway, I miss you. I never stopped thinking about you, I just want to know if you are okay? I hope it isn't weird that I'm reaching out to you. Maybe you can call me one day? Or not- whatever works for you, I know you're probably so busy doing cool SEAL stuff.

Hope to hear from you soon. Xx

"You fucking happy?"

My head snapped up, my little bunny's messages spinning through my head as I remembered every word, she sent me. Staring back at me, was my closest friend and the only other man who knew about my obsession with my stepsister.

GHOST

The scars on my face were a blessing in disguise. I fuckin' never had to deal with anyone because they hated looking at me.

Not that I wanted their fucking sympathy anyway.

Spent one week as a POW and left with my face fucked up but each and every one of those bastards that locked me in that fucked up room were dead by my own hands.

Hell-I even brought the boys one of their ugly heads as a "souvenir gift".

They didn't laugh and I never spoke to them about it again. When they tried, I shut them down. I didn't want to talk about feelings and shit.

Now a year later, I've just turned 40 and reside on a mountain in a fuckin mansion with my fellow brothers-not by blood- and four of their wives. Most of the time I spend my days outdoors with my logging crew. I started the business the moment I settled down in this town and have been sole focusing on that ever since.

Lately though I've obsessing over something else. Something that is in the form of a young woman with soft dark eyes and head full of soft curls.

I've just hired her. She's my employee.

She's mine.