I made it to the door and hauled it open.
“It was a direct order,” he said.
I stopped and asked, “Dad? Or Georgia?”
He didn’t answer even as he did.
His eyes moved across the hall.
Without hesitation, my feet moved across the hall.
“Liv!” he clipped.
I ignored him and knocked loudly at her door, didn’t wait and pushed through.
“Fuck! Get the fuck out!” Georgia, back to her desk, knees up, bent and spread wide, taking Gill’s cock, twisted her head to glare at me.
I looked from my sister to Gill.
It was not the first time I’d noted my sister’s favorite soldier was large, built and exceptionally handsome in a pug-like, blunt, brutal way.
It was just that I was so angry, I might like watching but that absolutely didn’t include my sister, so I noticed it with far more abstraction than usual while catching him fucking her.
“Go,” I ordered, looking in his eyes, not anywhere else.
“Are you insane?” Georgia demanded to know.
I kept my eyes on Gill who was bent over my sister but he had his head tipped back to look at me.
“Go,” I repeated.
He held my gaze then looked down at Georgia.
After a moment, he slid out and straightened, tucking himself back in his pants.
I stepped to the side of the door in Georgia’s office, attention to the floor, giving them both privacy to get themselves sorted.
I saw Gill’s legs walk by me as he left.
He closed the door.
The instant I heard it click, I looked to Georgia’s desk. She was now standing behind it, leaning into her fists spread wide on the top, her expression enraged.
“Do not ever do that again,” she whispered.
“Was he going to Sloan?” I asked.
“Confirm that you will not ever do that again,” she replied.
That meant Green was not going to Sloan.
“Was he going to Valenzuela?” I pushed.
“Liv, confirm that you will not ever do that again,” she repeated.
“So neither,” I surmised and finished, “And you had Tommy kill him anyway. Tommy. Tommy.”
“You are not hearing me—”