Page 18 of A Wife by Christmas

“Now, that was fun. Is it odd that I suddenly feel like getting back to your place, unloading all of this, and starting my wrapping? I fucking hate wrapping. This is why I don’t get gifts.”

She burst out laughing. “You don’t like to wrap?”

“Hell, no. What is the point in wrapping a gift with paper, when Christmas morning, it’s going to be torn off? Have you ever spent time looking over your wrapped gift, thinking, ‘oh, look at how beautiful and delicate that wrapping is.’”

He loved her laugh and the slight chuckle to her voice as she responded.

“Now that you mention it, no, I don’t. I never even thought of it, but you’re right.”

“I bet this is why they invented gift bags. You just slip that gift right inside and don’t even have to worry about a fucking thing. It’s ace. Shit, when does the gift bag shop open?”

“Tomorrow—”

“Cathy Newman! It is about time you decided to show up.”

At the high-pitched sound, Brick looked toward that general direction in time to see two older people, as well as Tiffany, and there was also a guy dressed in what appeared to be a very expensive coat.

Tiffany looked smug.

The guy looked bored and a little uncomfortable.

Her parents looked pissed off.

Brick looked at Tiffany, and she had not seen him immediately, but when she did, she paled. Clearly, she didn’t expect Cathy to have backup.

“Mom, Dad,” Cathy said.

“Ah, so here are your parents,” Brick said.

They had their hands full, and rather than look like idiots at the fair, they’d decided to wait for Cathy right outside her home. Bastards!

“I wondered when I was going to meet you,” Brick said, looking from the mother to the father. “I mean, once Tiffany came, trying to talk shit to Cathy, she did warn me that the tale would get turned.” He tutted. “I better warn you to expect aninvoice from Cathy as well for that engagement party. You know, the one she paid for, organized, and was kicked out of.”

He looked at them, and then he turned to the guy that had dumped Cathy, and he simply shook his head.

“What the fuck, dude?” he asked. “You would seriously pass this treasure for a two-bit whore?”

The gasps were audible.

“What’s the matter? The truth hurts?” Brick asked and snorted. “You want to tell them, or should I?” He looked at Tiffany. “Your precious older daughter decided to pay me a visit today.” He turned to look at Cathy. “The call I got this morning was down to an emergency, because your sister decided to show up at the clubhouse at the back of Storm’s Bar. She demanded to see me and wouldn’t leave. Threatened to call the cops and accuse the brothers of rape. Don’t even try to lie, we’ve got it all caught on tape. Anyway, I went to see what the trouble was, and your dear, darling daughter decided she wanted to fuck her sister’s man. You see, I do belong to her sister.” He tutted. “Like I told her, I don’t mess with nasty pussy, and besides, I’m claimed by her sister now, and this is not going to happen.”

He took a deep breath as he allowed that to sink in.

“And as for you two, treating your daughter like a fucking bank. Making her pay for her ex and her sister, all the time accusing her of being difficult. You fucking pieces of shit. You, your daughter, and that fucker are in the wrong. Now, unless Cathy wants to speak to you, I suggest you do so when I’m not around. Cathy can be nice to you. You’re her family and she loves you, but I sure as fuck will not. Also, if you even try to threaten me, I’ve killed people for less, so I suggest you get gone.”

Chapter Eight

“Tiffany came to you?” Cathy asked. She didn’t even know why she was surprised to hear her sister trying to ruin another relationship.

“Yep.”

“And she actually attempted to accuse your friends and club of raping her?”

“Yep.”

“And you have it all on camera?”

Brick laughed and went up to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her neck. “Do you want me to keep repeating myself? The answer is yes to all questions.”

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