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It wasn’t.
In fact, she cherished it.
The Marines were special and part of her life. They’d adopted them, and that meant they got access to all of her love—even when they needed a mother.
“They need me, and I need them. It’s symbiotic. You know I love me some Marines.”
Truer words had never been spoken.
“We have weird, complex, complicated lives,” Chris admitted, as he held his wife.
That was half the fun.
“And?” she asked.
Oh, he knew what she was hinting at.
“And I love each second of the chaos,” Chris admitted.
Yeah, her too.
After all, how could she not?
They were all a bunch of nuts.
Her.
Nuts.
* * *The Blackhawk Family* * *
The Woods
Same Time
They’d watched, making sure they got pictures of each and every one so they could come up with a plan of action for their next step.
They needed the next target, since their captive had managed to escape right from under their noses.
Oh,The Hollowhad been angered at that too.
Losing Elizabeth Blackhawk…
They’d be punished.
There was no doubt about that.
While she and her Native husbands were of the tribe, they shouldn’t dig into what wasn’t their business. It wasn’t their place.
Why?
They sided with the FBI.
They had also been contenders in the‘who is the next Native to die’contest, all throughout their lives.
Their father had been a shit human being, drinking in the bar all day and night.
The two boys had run wild, desecrating the sacredness of the lands.
