Page 235 of Allegiance

As some of them kept the judge busy, Rogue, Boone, and Zayn got the man into the office. Immediately, Rogue opened the safe that was in the floor. When he pulled out a black box. Dakota stared at him.

“What are you doi…?” he began until he saw what was inside of it.

Someone had been busy looting the rich homes in New Orleans.

Holy shit!

There were so many.

“You gotta have a ring. Pick one,” Rogue said. “And yes, they are all stolen, which is perfect for this situation since she’s a killer, and we’re not exactly the good guys.”

Again, he was listening to them, so Dakota did just that.

With Sarah, he’d been given a ring by Rogue and that never sat well with him.

He wanted to pick one out.

He’d been planning to go buy one in the morning for Eve after their appointment.

Well, this would work.

If she didn’t like it, he’d get her one she did like.

As he toiled through them, Jagger came in, carrying five drinks.

One for each of them.

“This one,” Dakota said, picking up the band with gorgeous rocks on it. There was no single center stone—simply five single carats across the band.

It flashed fire.

“Eve is feminine, outside her Adder persona. This would suit her.”

They checked it out.

“I agree,” Rogue said, going back into the floor safe and pulling out a bracelet that matched.

Then, he handed it to him.

“The day she gives birth to your child, you’ll be able to give her this,” he said, showing him.

“Jesus. How expensive is that thing?” he asked.

“Don’t ask, Dak. You’ll piss yourself. That’s the whole reason I stole it. We don’t steal cheap shit.”

He laughed.

“I won’t.”

Jagger handed them each a drink.

“Here’s to the shotgun wedding for our brother and best friend. My toast to you, Dakota, is this. We wish you love, peace, and joy in your new marriage. We can see that she’s the one for you, and we support your choice to add her to our family. Not only are we proud of our brother, but we’re glad to have an amazing sister added to this.”

They each clinked their glass off of his.

“Slainte,” he said.

They each drank.