Page 233 of Allegiance

Eleven P.M.

Ninety Minutes Later

Chartres Street

Maura and Jagger were working in the kitchen when they heard the alarm chime.

The gate was being opened, and there was only one person who could do that. Well, they all could, but everyone was there.

It appeared that Dakota was back.

That didn’t bode well for his night of romance. There was no way he should be returning.

When Zayn came in, to check the security, he sighed. It was clear he thought the same thing too.

“What did that bonehead do now?” he asked. “I swear. I want Dakota hazard pay. The man is a menace. We literally told him how to do this. How does one jack that up?”

Jagger wasn’t sure.

With Dakota, anything was possible.

Clearly.

“Let’s get into the living room. He’s going to need our help somehow,” Maura said.

Wasn’t that the truth?

When they arrived in the room, they could hear footfalls across the floor. When Dakota appeared, he wasn’t alone.

Eve was with him.

And so was Violet.

Oh, and a stranger.

Well, someone was going to die. Was Dakota out of his mind? Who brought someone into their workspace. Dakota had better have a damn good reason.

“What the hell, Dak?” Jagger asked.

The family was congregating, hearing the commotion.

“Oh, him?” he asked. “He’s my guest. In fact, all of you are,” he said.

Rogue was confused.

They’d been getting ready to plan out the morning assault on that police evidence truck.

“For what? Your mental health hearing?” he asked.

Dakota laughed.

“No, dumbass. My wedding. He’s a judge, she’s the bride, and you slackers are the guests.”

Zayn actually sat down.

“I don’t know how to process this. First, he listens and goes to apologize, and now, we say marry her, and he actually does this. Someone get him checked out. I think the Feds switched him out. This can’t be asshole Dakota. He’s too compliant.”

Eve laughed.