A Very Christopher Christmas (A Death Dwellers MC Novella) Read Free

Logan didn’t make a more fuckin’ aggressive move. What the fuck Big Joe was thinkin’ to put this motherfucker in your name. And that’s okay. Some shit just don’t have fuckin’ answers. But I wanna know whatcha want me to do with the money. With the house. With—”  
    “There’s so many things that could be done with this house,” she said, studying the room and the money once more. “We could turn it into a home for girls.”  
    Yeah, but just thinking of the housing codes and people’s arguments for bringing transient girls into this middle-class neighborhood was a nightmare. Some shit required being on the fucking up and up legally. Like having a house that helped motherfuckers. But if that’s what Megan wanted, Christopher would find a way to get it done.  
    “There’s just such a heavy feeling here.”  
    Yeah, evil. He kept his mouth shut, allowing her to work it out in her head.  
    Her blue gaze drank him in. “What did you want to do with it?”  
    “Sell the motherfucker.”  
    “Okay.”  
    Her easy acceptance relieved Christopher. She could’ve wanted to keep it out of sentimentality alone as a reminder of the father she’d lost. Big Joe had never shown her nothing but the best of himself.  
    “And the money?”  
    “What were you going to do with it?”  
    “Split it between me and my officers.”  
    “I’ve been thinking about Mama,” she began in response, running her fingers along the dusty plastic wrapped around the money.  
    At the mention of Dinah, Christopher tensed. Never mind that the bitch had stabbed him and neglected Megan. His girl loved her. “What about her?”  
    “I don’t know why I didn’t ask you to put her in a separate grave when she was buried,” she said sadly. “Since you couldn’t put her with Daddy.”  
    He gave her a gentle smile. “I figured Ma could use some company.”  
    She nodded. “But…” Her voice trailed off.  
    Christopher knew what she was thinking. His sisters and nieces were with his mother now, so Patricia had company.  
    “Can we move Mama? I..I mean put her in Daddy’s grave with K-P, Arrow, and Tyler?”  
    “If that’s what you want, baby.” Anything to bring her a measure of comfort.  
    “It is.”  
    “You wanna have a service again?”  
    Tears rushing to her eyes, she tried to smile. She missed her mother so much, even with the raging cunt Dinah had been. Megan would mourn her ma’s death for years, much as she did Patrick. The only difference was she’d finally accepted their son’s death.  Although, according to her, there wasn’t a day that went by that their dead son didn’t cross her mind at least once.  
    “No. I don’t need another service for her. I know you’ll have her moved.”  
    That’s how much she trusted him. She trusted him to always have her best interests at heart.  
    “You musta had this shit on your mind for a while, baby.”  
    “I have,” she admitted.  
    “You mention it now cuz you think I ain’t had the bills before?”  
    “I know we do.” She shrugged. “I never found the right time to bring it up. Asking what to do with this awful money seemed right.”  
    “Megan, diggin’ up Dinah and reburyin’ her ain’t even takin’ half percent of the money.”  
    She nodded and considered the money again. “This is very bad money. Obtained through awful deeds.”  
    “Yeah.”  
    Digger told him Big Joe had burned money that had been kept in the hiding space at the farmhouse. He’d referred to it as blood money. And, yet, this stash had funded a blood trade. What had the motherfucker been thinking?  
    “Can we find a way to do something good with it?”  
    “Like what? This money funded bad shit, but it been sittin’ here not harmin’ one motherfucker. It’s kinda fuckin’ innocent when you think ‘bout it.”  
    She frowned.  
    “C’mon, baby. Even Mort and Digger acceptin’ the money from Sharper estate once all the shit