Free GAGE: A Bad Boy Military Romance by Cordelia Blanc Page B

getting down on his knees and twisting his arms and body to adjust his shot.
     
    “That all you’ve got, you fuckin’ queer?” Lyon said between grunts. He was smirking with his teeth clenched tight.
     
    “Is that all you’ve got?” Gage replied, absorbing every hit. His muscles were flexed like stones, a suit of dense armour that covered his whole body. He kept his body stationary, only swivelling around to track his opponent, preserving as much energy as he could.
     
    “Finish him off, Lyon!” Kerry called out, followed by a quick smirk over her shoulder at me.
     
    “C’mon, Lyon, get this thing over with already!” a soldier called out.
     
    He was trying, putting everything he had into every punch, but it was getting him nowhere. Gage continued to stand tall, seemingly unfazed by the barrage of hits.
     
    Then, as if he had been counting down the seconds in his head, Gage went off. He threw a cannon of a left at Lyon’s side and then a right at Lyon’s ribs. Lyon tried to lower his arms to block the heavy blows, but Gage didn’t stop. His punches were slow but powerful, each one jolting Lyon back.
     
    The crowd of soldiers erupted. Most of the girls looked away, unable to watch the unfolding carnage. Lyon was on the defence now, too preoccupied surviving Gage’s sudden fury to even think of attacking.
     
    It was difficult to watch. Lyon stood no chance. He was exhausted, out of fuel, and Gage had a full tank left in him.
     
    “Stop! Break it up!” Major Richards was running towards the action from across the compound.
     
    Gage didn’t stop. He kept throwing lefts and rights. Lyon was hunched over, probably winded, sinking lower and lower with each hit. Watching Gage pummel the bearded creep to the ground was both difficult and relieving. There was a peculiar satisfaction in knowing if his body wasn’t too beat up to feel me up, his ego would be. All of his friends were watching him get his ass handed to him, and so were all of the 2016 Playboy Playmates.
     
    “Stop! Right now! That’s an order!” Major Richards yelled. His words, once again, failed to connect with Gage’s ears. So instead, Richards grabbed Gage by the shoulders and pried him off.
     
    Lyon fell to his hands and knees. “Get your ass in my office,” Major Richards said to Gage.
     
    Gage followed the command. Richards’s voice was deep and powerful, bone-rattling. Richards turned to the rest of his men.
     
    They immediately threw their arms to their sides and straightened their backs. They could feel the intensity radiating off of him, the relentless rage that pulsed through his bloodstream.
     
    The compound was silent, save for the broken gasping from Lyon, still on his hands and knees between the boys and girls.
     
    “Fifty laps,” Major Richards said.
     
    The men turned and looked at one another. The girls did the same. Everyone had looks of confusion, but the men’s looks were different. It was confusion mixed with fear and wide-eyed disbelief. “Excuse me, sir? I think we misheard you, sir.”
     
    “Fifty laps. Now.”
     
    The confusion on the men’s faces vanished but the fear and disbelief remained.
     
    “Fifty laps, sir? That’s—That’s twenty-five miles, sir. That’s practically a marathon.”
     
    “Then you better get started. All of you.”
     
    There was a hesitation, and then one of the more decorated soldiers turned to the others and said, “You heard the Major, boys! Fifty laps! Let’s go!” They all formed a line and started to jog towards the compound’s gate. Then, they began to run along the compound’s perimeter.
     
    When Richards turned to the girls, his face became red. “Excuse me, ladies,” he said before turning and walking towards his office.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

    Richards came into his office with sweat glistening on his forehead. He’d regained his composure, but his hands were still trembling from his outburst.
     
    And I was a bit shaken myself, that sudden deep