Page 26 of A Raging Merry Christmas
Calamity, Gauntlet, Klutz - Klutz’s POV
“What the hell is that?” I demanded, shocked.
“A wrapped present,” Calamity replied.
“The fuck it is,” Gauntlet said, chuckling.
Calamity studied it and sighed before laughing at himself.
“It looks like it’s gone through a custom drug check,” he admitted.
“No shit.” I chuckled.
“Does anyone have a clue how to wrap gifts?” Gauntlet asked, and Calamity and I shook our heads.
“Search it up on a video,” I suggested, and everyone offered me a dirty look. “That’s logical.”
“If we hand those presents out looking like that, the old ladies will slit our throat in our sleeps,” Calamity said.
I couldn’t disagree. Christmas was a serious thing for the women and kids. Not so much for us. Although we were starting to gain an understanding of what the old ladies did to give us all a decent Christmas.
“That wrapping is a disaster. Get on your phones,” I stated.
Four hours later, I was ready to launch every fuckin’ toy in sight through a window. I’d already had to stop Gauntlet from smashing them all up with a hammer.
“The Hellions are shits. Santa said they’ve all been naughty,” Calamity growled out.
I threw my latest attempt at wrapping a present down and crossed my arms.
“Drake can take my patch. I refuse to wrap anymore. I don’t get it, and I can’t do it,” I snarled, glaring at the action toys I’d now wrapped five times. In four hours, all we’d managed to wrap decently was six toys. Fuck that.
“Giving up?” Jared asked from the doorway.
“What will it cost?” I demanded.
“What?” Jared replied innocently.
“To wrap this fuckin’ lot up. I know you bastards have backup plans for everything. You gotta have one for wrapping this shit,” Calamity accused.
Jared shrugged. “Who do you think does Mom’s wrapping? She doesn’t have time to do it herself.”
“Jared,” Gauntlet growled out a warning.
“Another marker from each of the three of you for all the prospects,” Jared said quickly.
“What are you going to do with all these markers?” I asked suspiciously.
“That’s our business,” Jared retorted.
I swapped glances with the other two. Markers weren’t often given out, and the prospects were racking up a load. I didn’t dare imagine what they’d use them for.
“I could order you,” Gauntlet said viciously.
“You could. But it would backfire in a multitude of ways,” Jared replied calmly.
The prospects were too cocky. I’d make sure Drake assigned them to clean the toilets for six months.
“Done,” Calamity replied begrudgingly.