Chapter 42

"Okay, um, I uh, sir, please forgive me, I'm so sorry. I got carried away the other day when I was with Sienna," Terry forced out, even though his lungs felt bruised.

It was hard for him to breathe, think and talk through the blood in his mouth.

Jackson immediately tensed. He wasn't expecting this to be about Sienna, but he should have known for Brandon to be this pissed off.

Brandon wanted to pull the trigger right then and there when that fucker mentioned her name. He had no right ever saying her name again.

But the Commander knew how to control his emotions, unlike Brandon.

"Brandon, hand me your weapon. Now. That's a direct order," Jackson said.

"But don't you want to hear what this asshole has to say?"

"Yes, and I'm sure it's going to make me angry, but I'm afraid if you hear it again, you'll lose it, and I want to be holding your gun when you do."

Brandon closed his eyes and thought about Sienna. He knew she would