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

straightened out.”  
    “I know they are.”  
    Sharper had had a lot of assets. He’d made it fucking easy for Mort and Digger to probate his estate by pretending to be blown the fuck up in a hotel and having a funeral to back the claim up. Yet, taxes and past due debts needed to be paid. Char and Tyler had been the life insurance beneficiaries, but upon their deaths the estate absorbed the dollars. It was some complicated bullshit, but Mort and Digger were still taking the fucking money as the motherfucker’s rightful heirs.  
    “Let’s split this money between everyone,” Megan said into the silence.  
    “The whole club?”  
    “If you want, but I meant not only us but Johnnie and Kendall, Val and Zoann, Mort and Bailey, Digger and Bunny, as well as Roxy, Cash, Ophelia, and Stretch.”  
    He stiffened at the mention of his little sister. Outside of Roxy, Megan had named couples. Christopher couldn’t forget the fact that Cash had fucked Ophelia. The motherfucker had been warned away from her. Had he gone against Christopher and hooked up with her again? “Why Fee? You know something my ass don’t?”  
    “No. It just seems fair, since she’s part of our family.”  
    That appeased him. “Okay, baby. Whatever you want.”  
    She smiled at him. “Right now, I want to go home. Tomorrow’s Halloween and I have to make sure everything’s in place for trick-or-treating.”  
    Halloween was only the beginning of a bunch of fucking holiday festivities the girls had planned. Christopher was looking forward to some events. Barring their second Christmas together, every subsequent one had been marred with threats hanging over their heads.  
    In comparison, this year would be a fucking breeze.  
     

 
     
    John Donovan shifted in his first-row seat at the private recital he was suffering through at the home of his wife’s boss. This fourth performer gave him a fucking headache. Listening to opera piped into the sound system at his house was one goddamn thing. Even hearing the shit in a concert hall was tolerable. But in a room roughly five hundred square feet with nothing but his goddamn ears to absorb the sound…Fuck him, he had to figure out a way to decline Charlotte Redding’s invitations. No, there had to be a way to get Kendall to not want to accept at all.  
    Either would be equally hard. His lovely wife enjoyed this type of high-class event.  
    Johnnie fucking despised it.  
    Kendall smiled at him and he laid a hand on her thigh though the skirt of her evening gown covered it. He liked touching her. Her stiffening in reaction reminded him he couldn’t do any PDA around this crowd. It was considered gauche.  
    “Improper behavior,” she said under her breath, not removing her gaze from the center of the room. The moment the soprano had caterwauled her first note, Kendall was enthralled. “We don’t want to insult Charlotte.”  
    She didn’t want to insult Charlotte. If she wasn’t so important to Kendall, Johnnie wouldn’t give a fuck.  
    “I need a break from these people, gorgeous,” he whispered in return. A permanent break. Fuck. Every two or three weeks he endured these fucking recitals. “This is lasting forever.”  
    Turning a pleading look to him, Kendall rested her hand on her belly. Immediately, guilt slammed Johnnie and he adjusted the collar on his tuxedo shirt, doing his best to keep his cool. After pretending to enjoy a poetry reading, a Shakespearean skit, a classical music piece, and, now, this , he wanted to rip out the throat of the girl, so she’d never torture another motherfucker again in life.  She couldn’t carry a fucking note.  
    Not. One. Fucking. Note.  
    He rubbed the back of his neck, feeling as if he’d jump out of his skin. He needed a drink and a cigarette. A joint would be fucking spectacular. He could erase every fucking horrible sound hurting his ears.  
    Subdued clapping brought his attention back to the girl. Even the fuckers