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“Nope. In the spirit of Christmas, I’m going to give them each a beautiful, hand polished, custom engraved baseball bat.”
“I’ve heard rumors that you were smart,” said Isabella as she uncrossed her stocking-clad legs and stood up. “Giving gifts during Christmas is soclever. How ever did you think of it?”
“Don’t be jealous that you didn’t think of it first.”
Isabella hovered her hand over the crate of bats. “May I?” she asked.
“Sure.”
She reached in and grabbed one, rolling it over in her hands. “Very nice,” she said. “Is that cherry?”
“Australian bull-oak.”
She nodded approvingly. “And these engravings are so fun. I’m actually a little embarrassed. Because I got the Locatellis and Chadwicks presents too. But I didn’t get them anythingnearlythis fancy. I just got them gold plated Tommy guns with laser targeting.”
Shit!Those sounded so much cooler than baseball bats. But… “Oh yeah? Can your Tommy guns detect bugs? Because these can.”
“Aw, honey,” said Isabella with a little pout. “Now you’re just making yourself look desperate. Everyone knows that wearing a wire is so last century. Now it’s all about cell phone taps.” She patted me on the head.
I swatted her hand away.
“Anyway, New York belongs to me now. So stay out of my way, and we can be besties.”
She started to walk out. But as she passed me, she paused and whispered in my ear. “Actually, we’ll never be besties. I don’t hang out with girls who date guys with tiny dicks. Fuck with me and I’ll sew your pussy shut, you ugly fucking whore.” She kissed my cheek and walked out.
Oh hell no.
I mean, the burn about Chad’s dick was totally fair. That thing was tiny. But threatening to sew my pussy shut and calling me ugly? That was crossing a line.
I was going to kill this bitch.
HoHoHo - Chapter 7 – The Royal Spielzeughersteller Hotel
Christmas Eve, 2013
“Now what?” whispered Ash.
“It’s time to go full Home Alone on that bitch,” I replied.
Slavanka picked up one of the baseball bats. “I break Crazy Isabella kneecaps.”
Daddy stood up and took the bat from Slavanka. “None of that will be necessary. I’ll handle it from here. How about you girls go enjoy your vacation?”
“But Daddy…”
“You know I don’t like repeating myself, princess.”
I pouted a little. But he wasn’t budging. “Will you at least tell me your plan?”
“First I’m going to speak to her father. Richard Pruitt has never been scared to use violence, but he always does it with a purpose. There’s no way he’d approve of his daughter starting a war for no reason. I won’t let anything happen to you and your friends. I promise.”
“Thanks, Daddy.” I gave him a big hug.
“Of course, princess.” He turned to my friends. “You must be Ash and Slavanka. Chastity has told me so much about you.”
“Hi, Daddy,” said Ash. “Er… Mr. Morgan.” She coughed and looked anywhere but at him.
Slavanka snapped to attention and gave him a salute.
