Page 128 of Havoc's Fox

Barron choked on his last bite of donut, but held his tongue.

“Uncle Barron?” Harley asked.

“Yeah, baby,” Barron said, his eyes shooting daggers at Emmalyn.

“Can you take me to look at the river?”

“Right now?”

“Yeah. My show is over. And my next favorite one won’t be on for a while and Mommy and Daddy are talking about boring stuff with Aunt Emmalyn. And I know you live by the river, so, can we go look at the river?”

Barron looked over at Havoc.

Havoc shrugged. “You don’t have to. It’s up to you.”

“Yeah, I think I feel the need to get some fresh air all of a sudden anyway Let’s go look at the river.”

He pushed his seat back and Harley slid off his lap.

“Get dressed. And put your shoes on,” Havoc said.

She laughed excitedly as she ran over to the front door. “I got on shorts pajamas! And I got my boots outside!” She opened the door and ran outside, sitting on the bench near the front door to pull them on.

Barron got up and walked over to the front door before coming back and taking the cream puff off of Emmalyn’s napkin.

“Hey!” she exclaimed, looking up at him.

“Now that I have your attention, let me make one thing clear. You come with a date, to anything I happen to attend, your date will not leave with a heart beat. You get me?” Barron said, before taking a huge bite out of her cream puff, setting what was left down on the paper towel in front of her, and relaxedly striding out of the house.

She sat at the table with her mouth hanging open, her eyes glued to the door. “Did you hear what he said?” she finally asked, turning to Havoc and Analise.

“Yep,” Havoc said.

“And?” Emmalyn pressed.

“I suggest you don’t bring a date.”

“Or at least not anybody you particularly want to stay alive,” Analise added.

The End, for now.

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