Page 162 of Chaos has a Name
Normal and over the top.
To buy a house this fast meant that it was going to be absolutely ridiculous. There was no doubt in her mind.
She was to the point.
“Just tell me, EJ. I’m not good with sugarcoating shit. I can handle Callen’s jackassery.”
Oh, Ethan had a better idea.
“MATE, holographic mode,” he said, and light came from her vest and projected the house he was standing in front of at that very moment.
His vest transmitted it.
“Jesus. H. Christ,” Elizabeth muttered as she came to a full stop on the trail. “That’s not a house, Ethan. That’s an estate. That’s some rich dude’s attempt at impressing people when he had a tiny dick. That’s flaunting your money while the peasants toiled in the coal mines. That’s let them eat cake and being carried to the guillotine for some Friday evening fun with the villagers.”
He was aware.
Only, Callen was Callen. First, he could afford it, and secondly, he liked busting their woman’s ass as he gave her things that made her twitchy.
He was a masochist when she went nuts.
Ethan gave her what she wanted.
“It was a gold baron’s mansion, and it’s big enough for all of us, and all of our security team—minus Ivan who has a place. We can pull them from the RVs, and get them back into a familiar setting. Plus, it’s off the rez, and where we can be ourselves without upsetting the council.”
She was to the point.
“Wyler willNOTstay there.”
Ethan was honest.
“If you can’t talk him into treatment, it won’t matter,” Ethan said. “It will be a waiting game until he passes. We’re going to have to make a base here at some point, even if we are transporting his body back here for burial. I happen to agree with Callen. We’ll need a place to mourn and regroup.”
Well, shit.
Now everyone knew they were expecting her father-in-law to die.
She hated airing her dirty laundry.
So, she opted to let it go. Everyone was listening, and now, she was thinking about Wyler again. He was annoying her in the back of her mind as she gleefully pictured him trapped in a treehouse with Michael and Demeter.
For now, she let it go.
“Tell Callen thank you, and I know how much he hustled on this. Hopefully, it won’t matter, and we can get Wyler home for treatment.”
Rayna was listening, and she felt bad for the Blackhawks. Losing someone you loved was hard, whether they died or just walked away.
On the call, Ethan had more bad news.
Even after this one, the hits were going to keep taking them down, and this was the easy shit.
The crazy was fast approaching in this news delivery to his wife.
“The sale is going to be final, but before you try to scalp a Native, Callen’s going to restore it as a museum when we’re not here. If we don’t need it, he wants to help save it. You know what he and Chris are like when it comes to old shit.”
Chris was right there beside Gene and Elizabeth as he toted his medical kit.
“Crazy that we like old things?” he asked. “Because I haven’t even thought to buy her a gold baron’s mansion in Utah. I don’t think I’m the crazy one in this.”
