Page 4 of A Raging Merry Christmas

I regarded the men in front of me. All bar one were my sons. And they knew exactly how overboard their mother went.

“You’re doing what I say and will smile while doing it,” I snarled.

“Yes, Prez,” Cody responded instantly, but Grey continued to regard me suspiciously.

I hid a smirk at Cody’s reaction.

“We’ve got a lot of little kids, and they all believe in Santa. And Santa has helpers,” I drawled, and Ace chuckled.

“The fuck I’m putting on an elf outfit!” Cody exclaimed. “Not a chance in hell.”

“Wrong, son. You six are going out and buying costumes, and you’re going to dress up and make the babies happy,” I retorted.

“Not happening,” Grey shot back.

I pulled myself up. “This ain’t a request. It’s an order!”

“Costumes, Dad?” Christian asked.

“Yes, for all of you! Oh, and plan something for Boxing Day. Your mother celebrates it, and we’ll hold the party for the prospects who got promoted then,” I ordered.

Ace chuckled as he and I left the room.

Christian

As Dad and Ace left, the former prospects laughed. I turned a scowl on them.

“You all still wear a prospect patch. You should dress up, too,” Cody pointed out.

“As of yesterday, we don’t. Drake handed us full patches. But we ain’t been treated like prospects for ages. Drake just never got the time to patch us in. He’s holding a celebration at Christmas for us,” Savage replied with a grin.

“This sucks,” Carmine whined.

Tye glared. “This will be a nightmare. Let’s be honest, Dad’s good at organising rides and so on, but an entire event? We better start sorting a back-up plan.”

As my brothers bitched, my mind raced ahead. Dad hadn’t actually ordered us to get elf costumes, which is why I’d pressed the issue. I had learned to be sneaky from the best.

“I think it’s time we disappear,” Wild said, laughing at us.

“Hate the lot of you,” Jared snarled as the former Rage prospects disappeared.

As soon as they were alone, I turned to everyone with a grin.

“What are you smiling about?” Carmine demanded. “Molly will tease me about this forever.”

“Dad ordered us to get an outfit,” I replied and chuckled.

“Oh, we know,” Grey responded in disgust.

“Why are you grinning?” Aaron bitched.

“Dad said a costume,” I repeated.

Everybody looked at me blankly, and I smiled. “Dad demanded we get outfits, but he didn’t state which ones. Did anyone hear Dad order us to be elves? We stated we weren’t going to dress as elves, and Dad ordered us to buy costumes. Dad didn’t especially mention us being elves.”

“That’s true,” Carmine drawled with a grin.

“Nope, Prez said we need to dress up,” Grey agreed.