Page 42 of Allegiance
Maura lifted a brow.
“Dakota has been given his marching orders,” Jagger said, clueing his wife in.
Oh, boy.
“Was it bad?” she asked.
As they all looked at each other, trying to decide who was going to tell her, Maura sat as far from her husband as possible.
Just.
In.
Case.
“I’ll take that as a yes. Did you set him on the house?” she asked, as Zayn poured her a new cup of coffee, and made another pot as EVERYONE watched him.
“We did, and for the love of all things holy! I’m not an insurgent planting a bomb. I’m making coffee. Jagger has his hand on his gun, and not the one he just used on the Major,” he said, busting his ass.
The man laughed.
“You’re an asshole. Has anyone told you that lately?” he inquired, shaking his head.
Not far away, that got the response he expected.
Rogue raised his hand.
As did Boone.
And Remmy.
Then, everyone else too.
“Apparently, I am,” he said, flipping each of them off. They were all comedians.
Maura got them to focus.
“Dakota will be okay,” she said. “I’ve run the numbers, and while it’s not a one hundred percent chance that he’ll figure this out, it’s more than fifty-fifty. The ugly part will be how he reacts.”
Zayn was curious.
“Did you account for Dakota’s innate ability to fuck just about everything up?” he asked. “Because where there’s a will, he’s going to find a way.”
She laughed.
It was a pretty accurate statement.
She reassured him.
“It was ninety percent and then I factored that in. As it stands, he’s at seventy percent.”
Ehhh, they’d take it.
“We promised to protect Eve. If I have to kick his ass,” Jinx said, “I’m going to do it.”
They all looked at Rogue.
“What?” he asked. “If you think I’m stepping between my wife and a man she’s going to beat up, think again. She’s dangerous.”