Page 16 of A Raging Merry Christmas

The woman had landed on top of me with four others as I curled into a ball for my own safety. Three still remained, trying to force my arms open to wrench the toy from me. The fuck I was giving it up now.

“That’s my cock!” I roared as a sneaky hand grabbed the wrong package. There was a giggle, and a squeeze, and shock raced through me. I was pinned down and being groped.

“Give me it, and I’ll stop!” a woman hissed and squeezed my dick again, only harder this time and with menace.

That was it! Nobody threatened my manhood over a toy. Gathering strength, I sat up with a roar and shoved women from me. I must have looked like a maniac as I leapt to my feet and swung an arm around me.

I stomped towards the tills, where wide-eyed staff stared at me and glowered at the manager. “Get my other fuckin’ parcel,” I demanded.

The rodent scurried away and returned within moments.

“Here you go, sir,” he muttered, avoiding my gaze.

I paid quickly and raced for my Harley. Just in case the woman who bit me showed up or the cock groper. Jesus, I’d never do this again.

Harley

I could swear I was being followed. There’d been a blue car on my tail ever since I left the toy store. I was grateful that Slate had pre-paid for Eddie’s gift because that shop was a fuckin’ nightmare. It was like someone had chucked a million dollars in the air the way everyone was behaving. Matters were made worse when, as I tried to leave, people attempted to steal my parcel. A desperate father even offered me five hundred bucks for it. Sadly, that wasn’t enough to risk my life.

But now I had a tail on me. I was freaking sure of it. As I headed down the I-90, I kept a sharp eye on my wing mirror. This was nuts. Why the hell was someone following me? Knowing what was happening with Venomous Fangs, I called Dad, and he informed me Rage would meet me, and I had to stay on the interstate.

I was tense as the vehicle remained close by, and finally, I sighed as I saw Harley’s racing towards me. They turned around and came up behind the car, and one raced forward and drew level with me. It was Dad, and my relief was immense. He waved me over, and I pulled up as the car did the same. The guy inside looked terrified, and I recognised him.

I groaned as he got out, waving money at me.

“I’ll pay a thousand, dude,” he yelled.

“Damn!” I muttered, tempted.

“What the fuck?” Dad snapped at the desperate father tried pushing past Ace, Apache, Gunner, and Rock.

“Please, my wife will kill me. I need that!” the father cried, pointing at my package.

“Harley?”

“It’s Eddie’s Santa present. It is a hot potato, and everyone wants one. I got the last from Wyoming, and this guy wants it,” I explained.

Dad’s eyebrows rose into his hairline. “Seriously?”

“Yup. He’s followed me to buy it,” I said.

“Two thousand!”

“Damn, I wonder how high he’d go?” Rock questioned, amused.

“Not enough. That’s earmarked for Eddie. Who wants to be the one to explain why she didn’t get her Santa present?” Dad asked, and we all blanched.

We sent the father on his way even as he offered an extra thousand, and I rode home with the brothers.

Damn, Christmas was crazy insane!

Blaze

I was desperate. For the entire weekend, we’d been looking for the last six gifts. Six fuckin’ presents that were making me sweat. Jett, Hunter, and Slate had all washed their hands of it. Those assholes told me that as I’d been the one to delay, I was on my own. Sin kept sending me devil stares, and I was hoping she’d not informed the others that I had fucked up.

I was ready to hunt the Hellions down and bribe them into changing their minds to something we could find. Then I’d buy their Santa present after Christmas had ended, and they’d no doubt be in abundance because the demand wouldn’t be so high.

I sat in Hell’s Rage and downed a beer. Grey was behind the bar, serving with Harley and looking smug.