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said immediately he pic

y grunted. “But I f

Ty chuckled. “How are you fee

rtant.” Bradley’s tone became chilled. “I need to see that

y will.

Stevens and Morgan lost

ckson,” Ty said quietly. H

isted. “How would you have felt if yo

led, knowing he woul

die? And all because of some greedy bastards? I ne

m not going to rest till the culprits are brought

one could bring those dirty people to their knees, it w

pick them up,” Ty re

-hu

hing Jean advises, to enable you to

it.” Brad

, leaving Bradley wishing he could mir

ter some minutes, Bradley quietly gave

hing there was something he cou

n holder you to

tarted towards the wardrobe but stopped a

hoot you if that’s

l.” He muttered as he r

ment that Jean hadn’t even noticed was there. Then he

n threw the arm that wasn’t connected to the IV

documents into an empty file lying on the t

ome,” Bradley r

upset, but he was also pissed off too. “Listen, ever

to hear him. “I thought I could do this myself since it’s a dangerous deal and I may end up losing my life. Better me than so

eam would want to los

just wanted to spare everyone. Now I’m o

now that two heads are better than one. You have to trust your team to see t

ppens to them.” Bradley sig

k huh?” Jean chuckled.

ned. “I hate that I have t

u hate a lot o

cks

ow what to do to get me t

owled. “But don’t call me that.

“Why do you hide…wait…Bradley Jackson… Oh my fucking god!” Jean sh

t the dots. He’d dropped the name Jeffery, which had been his first name, and started using his middle name, Bradley when he was a teen. It hadn’t

ed some pain meds into Bradley’s IV. “Of course if there’s a prefix… What’s your rank? Captain?

you like, asshole,

and each other. Now, I’ll leave you to sleep. See th

adley mumbled as he felt him

he wouldn’t be able to live with that on his conscious. Bradley welcomed the obliviousness that sleep promised because he knew that was the o