Page 30 of Allegiance

It opened the third circle of Hell when Marines got bitchy, and no one wanted that.

Well, no one who was sane.

“Go ahead, pretty boy,” he said. “Try me.”

Zayn laughed.

Hell no.

He wasn’t going there.

Jagger took a few things seriously, and one of them was the fact that he wanted more kids. He’d been on his own personal mission to knock the Major up since they found out they lost a baby.

He blamed the reformed Irish Catholic in him.

For everyone else, you’d have to be an idiot to get between him and the Major.

Honestly, Zayn was just trying to keep it light.

Their children were still not with them. Oh, they saw their babies, but they kept the kids hidden not far away in a safe space. The nannies were helping out, getting paid a shit ton of money, and keeping the location secure.

They’d had Elizabeth Blackhawk buy a safe house just outside of town, and all the kids were there until they found Chevy to end his existence.

The only little one who wasn’t with them…

Rogue’s new son.

Jinx was breastfeeding, so she made sure that he could be nearby. He was at the house in The French Quarter that they called home—under constant guard.

Well, that and Grace was all over the baby. No one in their right mind was going to come between her and her first grandson.

That was a death sentence.

As for the baby’s name, they did honor Jinx’s brother, but not by giving their son his first name. They let him have the middle name.

Honestly, he wasn’t going to be a brute like Heath, so Sawyer Heathcliff Ravenscroft needed a name that wouldn’t get his ass kicked in school.

Heathcliff?

Jesus.

That was one way to saddle your kid with trauma issues all through life.

It was for the best.

If someone tried to hurt the kid, then, the uncles would have to show up, kick the bully’s parents’ asses, and start some shit.

That never ended well when a PTA parent went up against some gun-toting mercenaries who liked to protect their own. God help the first woman to criticize Jinx’s cupcake skills at the first fundraiser…

Zayn was trying not to snicker.

“I’m not starting anything,” he said, winking at the Major who knew what was going on.

“I didn’t think so,” Jagger said.

Maura just laughed.

She was fine with Jagger feeling her up. If he wanted his hands in her shirt, go for it. Their marriage had hit a rocky patch when she faked her death, and she was just glad he was back to the same old lecherous husband.