Page 41 of Allegiance

It was his way of helping his family.

Oh, and they needed all kinds of help now.

“Where’s the Major? Did you leave her tied up somewhere?”

He didn’t falter.

In fact, he grinned even more.

“I wish,” he said. “She’s wily and good at slipping away.”

Jinx said nothing since she was keeping her eyes on the other man. She’d learned long ago to never look away from the wild card, and that was Dakota.

She wasn’t worried about hurting him.

No.

Jinx didn’t want to have to incapacitate him in front of everyone, but she could tell it was coming. This could piss him off, and risk them all.

And she was wearing the target.

“Hey, Dakota,” Jagger said, reading the room.

Instead of a reply to the greeting, the man nodded and headed out.

At the door, he stopped to look back.

“I’ll check in. I’ll let you know what I see,” he said, as he grabbed an apple, the daily paper, and headed out through the same doors he came in through not that long ago.

Jagger whistled.

“He’s wound tighter than…whatever is wound tight. He’s about to blow. I don’t feel comfortable having him help us. He’s a loose cannon ready to explode.”

All of the Marines agreed.

As did the ex-Feds and cops.

They were about to discuss it when Maura came in. Her lips were swollen, and her hair was mussed up.

Someone had been manhandled.

As soon as she entered, the men began clapping, and the Marines all saluted her—including Jagger.

“Har-har, chuckle fucks. You’re a bunch of wise guys who need an ass-kicking. Thanks for not saving me when the Captain scuffed up my brass.”

Jagger just sat there and whistled as if he was innocent in the matter.

He wasn’t.

That had been an awesome display of bending his wife over the vanity, making her cum a few times, and then getting off as he checked out her truly spectacular ass.

If he had time, he’d write a sonnet about it.

The ass.

And then also the sex.

When security beeped, again, they knew Dakota had left the property and was on his way.