Page 23 of A Crossroads Christmas

Wraith nodded as we separated. “Yep.”

“And Ashers, too.” Damn. That made it real.

“Yes,” Wraith softly agreed. “Is this what you want?”

“I finally have a father and a family. It’s everything, Dad.”

His smile brightened. “Good. Now we better call Tawni and Zane and celebrate.”

Henry, Heather, and Asher Cornell.Yeah, it had a great ring to it.

Chapter 7 Grim

December 20th—

“This fucking sucks,” Rael complained, sinking onto the leather couch beside me in the bar, watching his sons as they decorated sugar cookies and gingerbread people on a nearby table. Sprinkles and icing covered the whole surface, some of the sticky goodness smeared on their clothes and faces.

“Babysitting?” I asked with humor. “They’re your kids, Rael.”

He sighed. “It’s not the boys.”

Oh. I knew what he meant now. “Still receiving gifts?”

Rael snorted. “They’re not presents.”

“I’m gonna argue with you. They’re boxes with hidden goodies left on your doorstep addressed to you. That’s the definition of a gift, brother.”

“Don’t be a dick,” he whined, laying his head back.

“Don’t be a dick,” Gavin and Gage repeated in unison.

I snickered, nudging Rael. “Your twins are young and impressionable. You should watch your language, S.A.A.”

He sighed. Again. “I know.”

I almost felt bad for him, but Rael brought this shit on himself. Besides, I was still pissed at him for the shit he pulled over the summer. Trish could have been hurt. He never should have allowed her to leave when there was an active threat against her and the club. “You don’t have any idea who’s dropping the gifts off?”

“No,” he growled. “It’s a fucking mystery.”

“What about security footage? You’ve got the cameras recording day and night, right?”

“Already checked them. I can’t tell shit from the video. It’s someone wearing all black and covered from head to toe. I don’tthink the body type is a woman. So I don’t know fuck all except for that.”

Hmmm. I didn’t know and preferred to stay out of it. Whoever Rael pissed off, and there were too many to name, had a reason for what they were doing. As long as no one got hurt, I saw no reason to get in the middle of it. My Reaper sensed another member or two of the club were getting even.

Karma was a bitch.

“You’re smirking,” Rael observed. “Fuck. You know, don’t you?”

I shrugged.

“Fuck, Grim. Tell me. I’ll make this shit right.”

“Nope. Not gettin’ involved. Already told you that.”

“Fuck. I can’t figure it out. Every member of the club is talking and laughing about it, especially that fart spray. I can’t tell shit.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t provoke your brothers and start shit,” I deadpanned. “Then you wouldn’t be in this position.”

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