This was psychological warfare.
Besides, someone would have to go to Vivian’s family and do this personally. She wouldn’t let it be a call. They deserved more than that.
So did Viv.
Touching Ethan’s cheek, she stared into his eyes, and he was compelled to do anything in his power to protect her.
“Welcome home?” he asked.
Yeah, not in this lifetime.
It bared repeating.
She.
Hated.
It.
Here.
“Thanks,” she said, kissing him on the lips softly. Then, she focused on Jet. Ivan was staring at the bag.
The look said it all.
It was one more Marine buddy he was going to be putting into the ground.
“Want to say goodbye?” she asked.
He had tears in his eyes.
“I don’t want to say goodbye, but I don’t have a choice in the matter, clearly,” he stated. “Thank you for staying with him until he could get back to us.”
She was honest.
“He would have done the same for me. He’s family, and that matters,” she stated. “I’m also going to find that fucking last Russian assassin, and when I do, I’m going to make her pay. It’s on my list.”
Yowza.
She was definitely pissed.
“I don’t care how long it takes. She won’t be leaving the country, and I will find her.”
She moved, and Ivan, Demeter, and Gryphen headed toward the man’s prone body. Each one touched him, putting their hands on his chest.
“I hate this asshole,” Gryphen said. “Dibs.”
Oh, well, he’d be fighting them all for that honor, beginning with Ivan.
“Take a number,” he stated. “Jet was our brother. We don’t let shit like this go.”
No, they didn’t.
Blackhawks took care of their own, and her Marines were part of the family.
Gently, Ivan zipped up the bag, and he then focused on Elizabeth.
“You’re a menace. Get your ass in that bullet proof car.”
