Page 125 of Fly's Path

“You all in a rush to get somewhere without inviting me?” He stops on the stair next to me, folding his arms with a glower.

“We didn’t send out the invites. That was Everett and Max,” Havoc rushes to explain, aka, prevent our imminent slaughter.

“He’s probably still a little irritated with me that his fiancée almost got bit by a cobra.”

That would make me grumpy.

“I’m coming to the party, anyway.”

Having him along for the ride isn’t a bad thing as long as he doesn’t fight with Max the whole time. Though they don’t call him Max Rage for no reason. He can hold his own.

Taylor steps out of the castle. “Thanks for the invite.”

Wait. “If you’re coming, who’s watching the women?”

“My team is on it. And I hired a few subcontractors to help. Don’t worry, they’re good.” Taylor runs the best security company in the world, so that sounds good enough to me.

“They better be, or you’re dead,” Vex doesn’t bother to mutter the words under his breath.

“You hired me. You wouldn’t have done that if you didn’t trust me.” Taylor grins like he’s dealt with Vex more than once.

“Are we going to stand here all night, or are we going to kill someone so I can get back to my wife? She doesn’t like sleeping alone.”

Do I actually have something in common with the crazy man? Sheri seems to hate sleeping alone as well.

War Room

Fly

Most of the club members walk into Maddox’s war room with me, which is his office during the day. But who knew one of the walls opened up to reveal a security center.

As war rooms go, this one is pretty comfortable with nice couches, chairs, and even a bar, where someone is passing out drinks and snacks. But I still prefer our church…

Which never has a baby in it.

Max is pacing behind the wall of screens with a fussy baby in his arms.

I know the Vincentis start teaching their boys young about the family business, but that seems a bit too young.

The baby is cute, though.

His drool-covered face has a big smile on it as he stares at the screens along with Max, occasionally reaching out and hitting his father’s arm with the toy in his hand.

Does Sheri like kids? I close my eyes and picture a baby girl with Sheri’s eyes and her smile.

My heart thumps heavily in my chest...

“That kid know how to aim a gun already?” Vex walks in covered in weapons…like literally covered. He’s a walking armory.

That man doesn’t play. He has enough rounds on him to take out an entire platoon.

The question is, how does he carry it all? His conditioning routine has to be intense.

“Not yet. But we’ll start working on it soon.” Max jostles the baby around, eliciting a little giggle.

Well, they don’t seem to want to kill each other. That’s a good sign.

“I got some targets with your face on them for him to practice with.”