Free UNSHAKABLE (Able Series Book 4) by Gigi Aceves

. . I’ve felt it before when I was faced with a hailstorm of bullets coming my way, when bombs were blowing up on my rear my side and everywhere around me. There’s an explanation to my fear. Danger is close, and the threat to my survival is real because I’m right smack in the middle of a war zone.
    The fear I’m experiencing now, the fear that shrouds me isn’t a direct threat to my life. It’s a direct threat to my heart. It’s an emotional fear that can’t physically kill me, but would emotionally slaughter me.
    I promised myself I’d have her experience life . . . life where she’s free, life where there’s freedom of both body and mind, and I’m the vehicle for that. I believe that I am. My love for her needs to be built into my confidence to achieve her happiness in any way possible. Our love needs to have a powerful foundation because what we’re about to face will rock us to our core. The objective will be to destroy ‘us’, and if there’s a crack, a split, a break, we will crumble. I won’t survive that. I can’t survive it.
    As the black SUV pulls up, my heart’s speed spikes knowing she’s within reach . . . within my touch. The moment is here, I can almost taste it. Just as she enters the building, Mark pulls up. Even though I know Mark is gay, I hate seeing him touch what’s mine. I want to break his fingers with every touch, to fracture his damn hands with every glide over her skin, to rip his arms off with every lift. I don’t care if it’s part of what they do. She would dance solo if it were up to me.
    I exit out of my ’69 Camaro as Luke walks my way. “Are you sure you want to tell her here? Now?”
    “Luke, I can’t waste any more time. I’ll wait until her practice ends and take her home. We’ve talked about this. I’ve discussed it with the boss, so we’re good, okay?”
    He puts both hands up in surrender, and I walk past him and Travis. I give Jared a nod as I pass him in the hallway, then signal Sarah to move away from the door so I can stand guard . . . watching my Wildflower.
    I’ve seen her dance with Mark plenty of times and every time feels like the first. The feeling of wanting to crush Mark’s hands is at the forefront of my mind, pulling his body off her is a close second. I see red as I follow his hands as they glide across her exposed stomach. When his fingers make their way to the underside of her breast, my blood threatens to boil over. The potent poison of jealousy slowly finds its way into my blood, creating a ravenous desire to pummel the shit out of Mark. Taking deep breaths in and blowing them out slowly calms me some; but when he dips her and runs his hand from her neck to the valley between her breasts, landing flat on her stomach while her leg is hiked up on his hip, my feet move under their own accord.
    “Mark, take ten!” The words slip out of my mouth with each purposeful step.
    Sophia looks in my direction while Mark rights them both up. With my eyes drilling into his, he nods and leaves while Sophia is left immobile staring at me.
    “What are you doing here?” Her chest rises and falls, lip licking is in progress which revs my blood to full throttle.
    “Are you almost done here, baby?”
    “Baby?” She’s acting like a smart ass, turning around looking for said ‘baby’. I almost want to smack her ass. “Me? Your baby?” She’s pointing to herself while I countdown from ten for more patience.
    Now she’s walking in circles mumbling. “I can’t believe this! You’re hot and cold! Now you’re willing to cross the imaginary gray line?” Abruptly she stops and stares at me.
    Finally! My Wildflower comes back down to Earth. The surge of need to hold her is powerful; it’s taking every single ounce of my will-power to control myself. Damn! She’s breathtaking even in her crazy state. She’s my kind of crazy.
    “Breathe for me, baby.”
    “Quit calling me baby! I’m not your baby! You didn’t want me, remember?” She