Page 111 of Chaos has a Name
Michael whistled.
Elizabeth wanted him locked down, and she was getting him locked down. Demeter had taken the ladder, and he was standing under the tree.
Someone wasn’t leaving this treehouse until he was sprung by a Blackhawk.
The female one.
Security had its orders, and there was no way they were dropping the ball. Also, the last thing they needed was a runaway Native, playing reindeer games unprotected in the forests.
That wasn’t something fun.
For any of them.
“Nope. Welcome to prison,” he said. “You’re on lockdown until your children get home.”
This was ridiculous.
Was he kidding him?
Who the hell locked a person in a treehouse?
Who?
Oh, yeah.
His daughter because she was likely incredibly pissed off at him.
Well, take a number.
Wyler was pretty pissed off about all of this too. The whole thing made him want to rage.
“Come on, Michael.”
Yeah, no.
Michael didn’t relent.
He was sticking to his guns. When you watched the Blackhawks, you fell in love with them. Each and every Marine would die for this family.
Why?
They were their family too.
Again, this was the lesser of the two options. Wyler had gotten lucky that Michael was the one who saw him in the trees watching them and looking for a way back into the house.
Demeter was all about protecting Elizabeth at all costs, and he had very little impulse control.
“You’re loved so much that your family picked up its roots, and came back to a place that Elizabeth and your sons can’t stand. She offered to leave her job to come find you and nurse you back to health.”
At his words, tears filled his eyes.
“I don’t have it in me to keep fighting, Michael. I’m tired.”
He moved toward him.
“That you think you’re the only one who doesn’t have it in himself, and won’t even keep fighting says one thing about you, Wyler. You’re a quitter. When are you going to stop quitting on your family and man up? We’re all tired of fighting. That fight is what makes this life.”
He stared in shock.
