Page 391 of Chaos has a Name
At his tone, Rayna sighed.
“I was thinking that someone was killing people, and that was wrong, Dad. So I opted to do my job. I’m crazy like that!”
The man was flustered.
“We need to go,” he said. “You’re coming to my cabin, and we’re staying in until this blows over. Bringing the FBI into this was a bad idea. I warned you!”
She shot him down.
FAST.
Oh, there was no way she was hiding. This was her job, and she’d been a legitimate cop before he convinced her to come home where‘she belonged’.
“Pass. I’m going to find who is behind this,” she admitted. “I’m helping the FBI. Period.”
Well, he didn’t like that.
Not.
At.
All.
As he moved toward her, it was clear that he saw the hickey on her neck, and that pissed him off. It was blatantly obvious that his daughter didn’t listen to him.
Oh, well, she’d listen now.
“We’re going!” he said, grabbing her wrist.
“Dad, stop,” she said.
When he yanked on her, Uriel moved before anyone else, and he had the man on his knees, his wrist bent into an uncomfortable position within seconds.
“When a lady says don’t and stop, we don’t ignore her,” he offered, a low growl in his voice. “Don’t make me emphasize that more than I am,” he warned.
When she touched his arm, Caspian released her father’s arm.
“It’s okay, Cas. I have this. I’m accustomed to dealing with this kind of bullshit. He’s been bossing me around my whole life.”
At her words, Lance got up, and he did not look amused that the man had stopped him or what she’d just said.
This generation was so disrespectful, and they didn’t honor their customs.
“Who do you think you are?” he asked, rubbing his wrist as he stared at the man. “That’s my daughter.”
Well, since he couldn’t stake claim to Rayna, he just stood there and didn’t say a word, but the look on his face must have spoken volumes.
It riled Lance Running Wolf up too.
“How dare you!”
She stopped her father.
“Hey. I’m not your property, and I’m not his property either. What I am is the Chief of Police here, and what I say goes,” she said, shutting that shit down. “You need to stop acting like this, Dad. It’s wearing thin. This is an official investigation. I’m not playing cop here. They aren’t playing FBI. Calm down, or you’re getting escorted out of here.”
From where she stood, Elizabeth liked the show.
There was nothing better than a woman with a set of balls and the ability to swing them around like a weapon of mass destruction.
