Page 2 of Iona's Christmas

Plan Christmas exactly how I want. Warden’s orders. The problem was I’d no idea how to do it. I ran through the car lot, heading towards the clubhouse in a sheer panic. I had been fine last night when Warden had fucked my brains out, and I’d fallen to sleep immediately. But this morning, as soon as his Harley roared, I woke and panicked. That fear had built exponentially since I opened my eyes.

“Slow your ass down!” Spice ordered as me as I rushed past him. I skidded to a stop. Lindy!

“Lindy’s inside?” I asked.

“Yeah?”

“Oh, thank God.” I threw my arms around Spice, kissed his grizzled cheek and, darted into the clubhouse and ran smack bang into a brick wall.

One of the biggest assholes in the club reached out and steadied me as I rocked backwards. I gazed upwards at Bogeyman and gulped. He had his usual scowl on his face.

“Who’s after you?” he demanded, moving me behind him and looking out through the door.

“No one,” I whispered as wariness replaced panic. Somehow, facing Bogeyman, I wasn’t so worried about Christmas now.

Bogeyman turned and gazed at me intently.

“You’re planning Christmas?” he asked, puzzled.

I wondered if I’d said that out loud and then I remembered his ‘talent.’

I nodded silently as Bogeyman’s frown turned to a confused expression.

“Why?” he demanded.

“Because we used to have some great ones until they were ruined for everyone. I want Warden to have a memorable holiday,” I whispered.

Bogeyman kept holding my gaze as he stared into my eyes. “You mean that, but you want all of us to have a good Christmas.”

“Yes.”

“Go on, find Lindy. She will help,” Bogeyman replied. “She’ll probably be in the kitchen because those lazy sluts left it a shithole.”

“Thanks,” I said, skittering away quickly.

“Iona!” Bogeyman called, and I stopped and looked.

“You are right to fear me. But I won’t hurt you as long as you’re loyal to Warden and the club. You’ve changed, I can see that, and I approve. You’re becoming the woman you should always have been, just keep loving him and let him love you back. One day, someone will look at you like you do Lindy.”

With that, Bogeyman stomped away and left me standing there, open-mouthed. Who’d have known the humongous enforcer had a sweet side?

“Never voice that thought,” Bogeyman threw over his shoulder as he exited the clubhouse. A smile crossed my face as I hurried towards the kitchen, offering an idle wave at some of the brothers and sisters in the common room.

“I said, fucking get down and scrub that floor. If you don’t, you’ll be cleaning it with your tongue!” Lindy was hissing as I entered.

I pursed my lips and refused to smile, although the temptation was there. Standing in front of Lindy were the club’s whores, and they weren’t looking happy.

Lolita had been here the longest and thought she was the equivalent of an old lady. Peanut, Kiki, Maiden, Siren, Lolli, and Silky stood glaring at Lindy. There were also three men I had never seen before. Curious who they were, I watched silently. If I interfered, I’d undermine Lindy, so I stayed quiet.

“Ain’t cleaning this shit up; those lazy bitches can,” Lolita spat at Lindy.

Lindy’s eyes narrowed.

“I know you think you are something, Lolita, because you’ve been here so long. And yeah, you’re in charge of the club sluts, but I am an old lady, and you don’t back-chat me,” Lindy warned.

“I’m needed more than you,” Lolita smirked.

“Last chance, clean up or take the punishment,” Lindy replied.

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