Page 28 of Chaos has a Name
Why?
Someone had the hots for an Archangel, and not Michael, Raphael and Uriel.
Muriel.
You’d not seen entertaining until you saw a six-foot-six, big man like Demeter fawn over a five-foot-four redheaded Marine.
He followed her around, and he wasn’t the same old douchebag anymore. He was a new breed of obnoxious, and again, that amused her to no end.
It was clear he was trying to get the woman.
And failing miserably.
On top of those security details, they had Raphael on Ethan, and Saint on Chris—which was the same old protocol for Ivan.
Neither one had lost either of those men ever, so Ivan was feeling safe with that assignment.
Luckily, the two men were married to each other, and didn’t mind traveling.
That gave them Emmy, who blended in with the other kids, to find a place for her for sleeping.
What were one or two more kids anyway after you had as many as they did?
Insanity was insanity was insanity.
Period.
They also had Coraline with them, and there was no doubt she had her own security detail. They just didn’t know where they were.
Yet.
The one thing about the Secret Service was at some point, they’d make themselves known—most likely at the most inconvenient time too.
So they had two more to add to the group.
Where momma went, baby Oliver was right in front of her nursing, and Gigi was not going to complain.
Elizabeth was in her grandmother era, but if anyone called her that, she was punching them in the balls.
Gigi wasn’t going down the grandmother road quite yet. The men were good with being called a plethora of names like granddad, papa, pops, and grandpa, but not her.
She was fighting age with all she had.
As for them getting custody of the new baby, honestly, Elizabeth thought Gabe would fight for that, but when it came down to it, he decided that she was safer away from him.
Why?
His eldest was on a tirade.
Amy wasNOThappy.
Not.
At.
All.
Just yesterday, she called her father up, and told him he was dead to her. Oh, and that if she saw him, she’d make him bleed.
