He Said, “Remember, I’m a Navy SEAL”—Then She Dropped Him in Front of 1,040 Troops
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Chapter 11 / 32
PART 11
Then he reached out and grabbed my left arm.
Hard.
His fingers clamped above my elbow.
The mess hall froze.
One thousand forty people.
No one breathed loudly.
Tank leaned close enough for me to smell bacon and cheap mint gum.
“You don’t get to walk away after saying classified things about me.”
I looked down at his hand.
Then back at him.
“Senior Chief Rodriguez, you have three seconds to remove your hand.”
His lip curled.
“Or what?”
“Three.”
A major stood halfway from her chair.
May you like
“Rodriguez—”
“Two.”
