Bulletproof

Chapter 13

Bruce released you after a few heated seconds. His eyes were clouded with a mixture of emotions and you couldn't completely decipher what they were. He smiled weakly and turned away from you.

Hunter stood there, his brown eyes twinkling. He was watching Bruce slowly peel himself away from you.

"Vamos a hacerte gritar, guapo." He said to Bruce, wrapping his arm around Bruce's shoulders.

You grimaced, knowing what was going to happen to Bruce.

"You can also join too, tigre," said Hunter, still smiling.

His heated gaze raked up and down your body. You fought the urge to shiver in disgust.

"Joder apagado, imbecile," You growl at him. You didn't want him near you or Bruce.

"Fine with me, papi."

He stalked off with Bruce seemingly wrapped around his little finger. You huffed and sat on the wall to wait for him to come back. There you were left alone with your thoughts.

Baquir, you screamed his name in your head.

You wanted him there with you badly.

However, you knew that you couldn't mix fantasy with reality again anymore. Baquir was gone. It was your fault. You were the one who fucked up, and he paid the price for your mistake.

[Flashback]

You could hear the sounds of artillery bombshells going off around you. The base heaved and groaned with each impact that it took. Things were looking dire. A lot of the recruits were running around frantically in the halls.

You weren't focused on them though. You weren't focused on the screams of the wounded or dying either. You weren't focused on the gunshots and bombs that ricocheted against the building.

You were trying to find Baquir.

"Baquir? Baquir?" You screamed out, "where are you?"

You didn't know where he was. The commanders didn't want you to know his location since he went undercover to infiltrate the enemy base. So, you decided to take it upon yourself to hack the system to find him and ignore orders.

Unfortunately, that left your base vulnerable to other hackers on the enemy side. Once they corrupted your files, they would be able to pinpoint where the base was. If both sides started to lay siege to each other, all hell would break loose.

Both you and Baquir could end up killed in the struggle. You didn't want that. However, if any of your superiors found out about your disregard for orders, you'd probably end up kicked out of the Marines. For good.

You knew what you had to do. You knew that it would endanger the lives of others but you didn't give a crap. You had to find Baquir. You just had to. You couldn't bear the thought that he could possibly be dead.

As your boots imprinted on the dust settling down to the marbled floor, and you found yourself eventually arriving at the control room. You scanned your ID and sighed.

It's now or never.

The door opened to reveal three dead bodies scattered around the room. Blood stains and bullet holes riddled the floors, walls and computer monitors. Well, all of them had bullet holes in them except one. You shifted your gaze from the bodies below to the lone, glowing, unscathed computer monitor in front of you.

However, you noticed that someone was already on there. You placed your hand on the swivel chair to spin the man on the chair around. You were prepared to kill. You would do anything to see Baquir.