Protector #4 (A Navy SEAL Military Romance) Read Online Free Page A

door, then stepped back and put one hand inside his
hoodie.
    “What is it?” I whispered
as I sat up and grabbed my phone from the beside table preparing to call security.
    “Quiet!” he ordered as he
again looked through the peephole and frowned. He reached out and slowly turned
the doorknob, then cracked the door open to get a better view of the hallway.
When he saw nothing there, he opened the door a little wider and stuck his head
out.
    “Brian, what is it?” I
asked in a stage whisper.
    “It’s nothing,” he
replied as he stepped into the hall and looked up and down for signs of an
intruder. When he found nothing, he shrugged and stepped back in the room. As
he did, I saw something on the floor flutter under his feet.
    “Hey, there’s something
on the ground,” I called.
    “What the hell?” he said
as he bent and picked up a large white envelope that had my name typed on the
front, but no address. After he’d shut and locked the door, then doubled check
to make sure it was secure, Brian brought the envelope to me and sat down on
the edge of the bed. “You don’t have to open that, you know?”
    “Yes, I do,” I replied.
    “We can call the police
and hand it over to them and let them work on this,” he reminded me.
    “No we can’t,” I reminded
him. “If we do that, then they’ll leak the details to the press and my father
will be really pissed about the scandal and you’ll be fired.”
    “Would that be so bad?”
he asked.
    “You have no idea what my
father is capable of,” I replied. “He would shift the blame to you and ruin
your career.”
    “What career?” Brian
laughed. “I’m a glorified security guard, it’s not like I’ve got a future in
high level espionage or something.”
    “Just don’t,” I said
quietly. Brian stopped laughing and watched as I slid my finger under the flap
and opened the envelope. I shook as I reached in and grasped the edge of the
paper inside, and as tears welled up in my eyes, Brian reached over and took
the envelope out of my hands.
    “Here, let me do that,”
he offered. He quickly pulled out the sheet inside and read it. I couldn’t see
what it said, but I could see that the entire thing was written in red ink that
had bled through the page. The writer had pressed hard as they’d composed their
message and there were places on the paper that looked like they’d almost been
torn. In those spots the ink had formed an ominously crimson pool. I shivered
as I watched Brian read the note again.
    “What does it say?” I
asked. When he didn’t respond, I asked again. “What does it say?”
    Brian shook his head and
started to fold the note and put it back in the envelope.
    “Brian, what does the
note say?” I was starting to feel panicked. I reached out and grabbed the note
from his hand and read it.

 
    My Dearest Ava,
              For the longest time I loved you and
tried to provide the best possible life for you – for us. I gave you everything
a woman could possibly want, and I showered you with love and affection that
many women would die for, but you rejected all of that for some unknown
reason.   I don’t know what I did to drive
you away aside from loving you with every fiber of my being.
    Now
I see that you have quickly replaced me with some substandard replica of what
you think a man is. Does he love you the way I loved you? Does he cherish you
and treat you like the jewel you are? Does he give you the life that I gave
you?
    No,
how could he? He is an imposter. Someone who does not know the demands of the
kind of world we inhabit. He is a foreigner. An outsider. He can never give you
the things that I could give you, and he will never win the approval of your
demanding family. The best he can do is to act as a shield and attempt to
protect you from the only man who has ever loved you.
    Why
won’t you come back, Ava, my love? Why can’t you see how much I adore you? How
much I worship you? Why can’t you accept that we