Page 6 of Chaos has a Name (An FBI Romance/Thriller #66)

Okay, he brought Demeter with him because well, Demeter was the one most likely to cause mayhem, and no one needed that now.

The rest of Archangel Security would be back in DC handling the issues happening there.

Someone had to babysit their old home and their new one that was under construction.

Their focus was divided, and that made every single one of them twitchy.

Both residences needed to be watched because they were mid-construction on the massive estate they’d planned, and thankfully, as of yet, no one knew where she was.

Somehow, they all managed to get out of DC without the media alerting the whole world.

Elizabeth almost felt sorry for Ivan. Like her, he was limited with whom he could bring with them, all the while worried about everyone’s safety.

The whole thing put Ivan in a mood, and not a good one, either.

He had Gryphen with whom he’d double up with to watch her.

Michael was with them since he was back to work, on light duty because of his healing shoulder. They brought him solely because he was struggling in DC.

His ex, Riley, was making media waves, and trying to destroy lives.

It was shitty.

So he was with them. While not back one hundred percent, Michael was on duty for the next week until Ivan could find more Marines that fit the bill. As soon as he could lock down more assistance, Michael was leaving to head to Scotland.

To heal.

For now, they were running hard, and with all they had. In Damascus, with them, they had all four archangels with her.

Muriel.

Michael.

Raphael.

Uriel.

Because this move was so sudden, all they could hope for was the Russian spies, and anyone who was gunning for her, would be caught off guard.

Thank God that the cabin was a temporary spot.

They hoped.

If everything went their way, Wyler would agree to go for chemo, and they could head home.

There was no way they could comfortably pack all of them into that cabin.

Simply put, it wasn’t big enough for them, the kids, and all of security.

To find them some room, there were massive RVs heading to the Rez to sit in Timothy’s yard, so security wasn’t sleeping in tents behind the cabin.

They were redneck and Native—but not that redneck and Native.

Uriel, the Archangel, would be helping out wherever Ivan needed him. Muriel, their newest would fill in where needed too. She was not up to speed when it came to Ivan’s protocols, so she was backup—but that might change sooner rather than later.

Following her around was the big man, or as she lovingly called him, D. He was her partner in crime most of the time when she was busting Ivan’s ass.

Demeter had practically begged and offered Ivan his kidney if he’d let him go to Damascus with them and for one reason.

An Archangel.

Ironically, it was entertaining to watch Ivan bust his balls back since he wasn’t aware that he was not being left behind because he couldn't be left to his own devices.

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 was NOT happy.

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.

One didn’t threaten The President of the United States and not get a little visit from the Secret Service.

Well, except her.

God knew that she threatened Gabe all of the damn time, but that was their thing.

Tiffany, his head agent, took that seriously, and sent out agents to shake her down, and scare her stupid.

Did it work?

They’d find out at some point.

Honestly, Elizabeth thought the best plan of action was to have someone spank her.

She was bold.

And by spank, she didn’t mean her father. Amy needed to get herself a man and focus on something else other than what had happened twenty-plus-years-ago out of necessity. She had too much damn time on her hands.

Threatening the President of The United States was a dangerous game.

For.

Sure.

Gabe only tolerated so much, and Amy was on his last nerve over all of this ‘you’re not my daddy BS’.

At some point, that was coming to a head.

And she knew it was going to cause hella problems for him and her.

After all, she was the president’s guard dog when it came to anything the Secret Service couldn’t handle. This was going to end up in her lap.

Bet.

On.

It.

All she could hope was it held up for a little while longer.

As for the rest of security, Benning was also there, and he would be working on kid protection duty or filling in the holes.

Mainly, he was going to be responsible for wrangling children full-time.

The cabin didn’t have a fence, and that made the Marines twitchy as fuck on a good day.

Today was NOT a good day.

That was crystal clear.

She had no doubt that within the week, she was going to own another house.

Bet.

On.

It.

In fact, they were doing just that.

Between her and security, they had a two-thousand-dollar pool going, and the winner was going to be in fast food and guns for quite a while.

God.

She wanted to bitch slap Wyler for running away and making them chase him across the country.

Not only was she heartbroken, but she was irritated by his antics.

To.

Her.

Core.

As they were in the car, heading to the reservation, Gene was beside Ethan, and she, Chris, and Callen were in the back row of the rented black behemoth they were calling her ride.

How Ivan got them that beast of a car here in such short notice, she had no clue, but she was betting it had iron plating and bullet proof windows.

Never let it be said she didn’t know Toady best.

“We’ll be there shortly,” Ivan said, as he drove the vehicle, and the tail cars were right behind him.

Goodie.

She just loved being held hostage by Damascus. The place made her itchy, and definitely in a ‘I have poison ivy, and the misery is contagious’ kind of a way.

She couldn’t believe she was back here and about to do this all over again. When they left, they swore they’d never return to FBI West, only the reservation.

“Thanks,” she said. “When we get there, I need to find Wyler, and then head to the office. Just because Ax is letting me work out of FBI West, doesn’t mean she’s letting me slack. I have to get back to being focused.”

Oh, they all knew how much weight was now on her shoulders. This was making Elizabeth’s life more difficult, and the men knew it.

In fact, they wanted to give her an award for taking this like a trooper. Elizabeth hadn’t complained, but instead jumped in to do what needed to be done.

Ethan knew how miserable this was going to make his wife, and he didn’t doubt why she had those feelings. He’d been forced to hold this place up, and it had become way too much for him.

It had nearly broken them.

Now, they were back.

Hopefully, they would all hold up here.

“Are you going to be okay?” Ethan asked, worried about her, his father, the safety of the family, and just about everything else.

She nodded, but said nothing. Sometimes, silence spoke louder than words.

Only, Ethan wasn’t letting it slide. They knew that communication was the way to keep their unit intact.

“Lyzee…”

When she turned her head, he saw it in her eyes. She was pissed and underneath that facade of calm, there was a rage that was just waiting to boil over.

Well, never let it be said that Damascus didn’t bring out the worst in a person more times than not.

Now, the question was when would that rage show up at the party, and would it level everything. For his father’s sake, he’d better be willing to understand why they were all so damn upset over this.

They didn’t want to lose him, and they didn’t want to be excluded in the last days of his life.

Doing that to them had been cruel.

Finally, she spoke.

“Let’s just hope that Wyler is cooperative,” she admitted.

Oh, they all knew why she was saying that. The Native man was normally stubborn, but this set the scene for all of them. Wyler went hard on this one.

Just before they left, their family lawyer called and broke the news to them that Wyler had made some demands by way of his will.

And by demands, he meant arrangements without even talking to them.