"I'm not Troy?" the man sneered, his eyes glinting with pure amusement above his face mask. "Who says so, Sergeant?"

Jared’s jaw clenched hard, hot and volatile anger bubbling in his veins as he stared at the man standing ten feet away.

He had known Troy Strauss for years. Even fucked him a couple of times. 

He knew the man’s physical profile like the back of his hand. 

Yes, a man could drastically buff up, but he could not magically add inches to his skeletal frame. 

The man ...