Meanwhile, the guys who admired Sophie, essentially every male recruit, swallowed hard, their throats burning as jealousy twisted inside their chests like knives. They had fantasized about talking to her, impressing her, maybe earning a small smile.
Now they watched her melt into Bruce's arms like she'd been waiting for him all her life.
But none of them could say a word. None of them dared to.
After witnessing Bruce's brutality, his monstrous strength, his suffocating aura, the aura that still haunted them, they understood something painfully clear:
Sophie wasn't with him by accident. She wasn't charmed. She wasn't tricked. She chose him.
Because Bruce Ackerman was simply on another level entirely.
