With Callen, it often went both ways.
What Ethan did know was the chucklefucks were chucklefucking.
“Just worry about her well-being,” Ethan said. “That’s our main concern. Do what’s best for her.”
They would.
“Don’t worry about that. She’s safe,” Maura reassured the men standing there. She understood their worries, as Marines and husbands. “She’s our friend and family too.”
For the most part, this was the Elizabeth show, but Maura still had final say, since this was her team.
“Zayn is going to be on personal protection duty. If we need sharpshooting, she’ll be up high with him. Gene is going to be all over her for the rest of the time. She’ll be fine.”
Jagger also reassured them.
“We know our directive, and we will do everything in our power to safeguard the asset.”
Well, that helped.
Only, Ethan didn’t mince words.
“I want his head on a silver platter for what he has done to our family. Make him pay. If she can’t, I need you both to promise me that you will take him apart, piece-by-piece in the most painful way possible. I want his father to hear him scream all the way down in Hell.”
Well, that certainly said it all.
Devon Slater was about to meet the team who was serving up vengeance.
Once and for all.
In the office, she was just tying her one boot when the door opened and in came Caspian.
Immediately, she stood, expecting a battle. Deep down, she had nothing left to fight with, since she was reserving the rest for the asshole they were about to hunt.
“Can we talk?” Caspian asked.
She nodded.
As he moved closer, he noticed she took a step back to keep space between them.
That horrified him as part of her family, and as a man who had never laid his hands on a woman in anger before.
Oh, he had some amends to make.
Big.
Time.
“I hate that I’ve made you fear me,” he stated. “That is the worst part of how I reacted.”
She wasn’t sure what to say to him, so Elizabeth went with something non-confrontational. She was tired and didn’t want to play games right now.
At that very moment, Elizabeth was focused on getting everything ready to take down Devon Slater.
“Don’t stress it.”
He stood there.
There was one person he’d always been able to talk to when he needed, and he’d damaged that. Now, he was there, needing her again.
