Page 1 of Spice's Halloween

Prologue.

Spice – Present Day.

“Ican’t understand why nobody celebrates Christmas,” Iona hissed, catching my attention.

“What?” I demanded, angry at being disturbed. Didn’t Iona see the car programme on TV?

“We don’t celebrate Christmas as a club,” Iona complained and glowered at Warden.

Warden glanced in my direction, his expression asking, ‘What the fuck?’

I shrugged in return.

“Don’t you recall how we used to do holidays together?” Iona continued.

Rosalea peeked up from cleaning the bar. “Yeah, I remember that. Dad always used to celebrate the holidays.”

“Rosalea, I ain’t Dad,” Warden chipped in.

“Did I say that? We’re together, can’t we celebrate Christmas? After what Mom… should I call her that? Fuck, I don’t know how to refer to Mom,” Rosalea fretted.

“Lying bitch, manipulative cunt, I can create a few descriptions,” Lindy muttered from behind me.

Warden sat up. He didn’t deal with emotion well.

“Plan Christmas,” Warden said and walked out after dropping a kiss on Iona’s head.

Rosalea smiled, but sadness lurked behind it.

I remained angry at Rosalea. The kid had caused ten years of misery, although it wasn’t entirely her fault. I’d watched a good man suffer for over two decades, believing his baby girl wasn’t his. And Rosalea had been. That wasn’t the reason I was mad at Rosalea. Rosalea and Iona had both trusted Pearl’s vicious lies and turned their backs on us. And as Lindy often said, I could hold a grudge.

Warden’s and Rosalea’s mother, Pearl, was a lying piece of shit and had tortured Berserker, their dad. Berserker went to his grave not knowing Rosalea was really his daughter.

My woman beat Pearl for those lies several times during her stay here a few months ago. Pearl hadn’t shown her face since. The truth had been uncovered—Berserker and Warden believed Rosalea’s father led a rival club, but that was a deception, a lie created by Pearl.

But for ten years, Pearl, Rosalea, and Iona had treated this club and its members like shit and cut us all off. They’d come to us for help when Rosalea and Iona witnessed the Screaming Barons commit a murder.

Warden ended up forgiving Rosalea and Iona and went on to claim Iona as his woman. But I owned the memory of an elephant. Weren’t hard to remember how badly Warden had reacted when they’d turned against him. Sure, they were both trying to make amends, but I held a grudge.

“Do you recall how we used to celebrate the holidays, too?” Lindy asked, leaning over my back and wrapping her arms around me.

“We had some fun,” I replied with a smile as I recalled several legendary parties.

“Iona’s right, we fell apart and stopped celebrating. She should bring back our club celebrations,” Lindy continued.

“That girl won’t shit unless you tell her to. How much influence did you play in this?” I asked, amused.

Although Iona was now Queen Bee—being Warden’s woman—she didn’t move unless Lindy gave permission. Nor did she act without Lindy’s approval. Lindy had a firm grip on Iona.

“A little. I just dropped a word here and there. Spice, I ain’t Romeo and able to put an idea in Iona’s mind,” Lindy murmured, and I sensed her grin.

No, Lindy wasn’t Romeo and a straight-up telepath. But Lindy was a master at dropping hints and nudging people into doing what she wanted. Amused, I bent my head and nipped her finger, and Lindy gave a throaty chuckle.

“Remember our first Halloween?” Lindy asked, and I nodded immediately. That was one I would never forget.

Chapter One.

Spice – The past.

---