Free A Very Christopher Christmas (A Death Dwellers MC Novella) by Kathryn Kelly, Swish Design, Editing

bad.”  
    “You called Megan a bitch,” he said as gently as possible, tensing at the flare of anger in her eyes.  
    “And you’re defending her!”  
    “I love you,” he said, ending this no-win argument. “But Kendall, gorgeous, you have been acting like a spoiled bitch. This is a part of who you are, but a part of who I am is being your husband. It’s my job to point out when you’re behaving badly. For months, you’ve been acting horribly. You fired Leann, for fuck’s sake.”  
    “She was flirting with you.”  
    “She was being friendly to her boss’s husband. That’s it. You had no basis to let her go. You’re opening yourself up to a lawsuit.”  
    “I overheard her in the bathroom several days after the recital,” she sobbed, clinging to his dress shirt. “She was on the phone. I don’t know who she was talking to but she said the next time I went on a business trip, she’d make her move on you.”  
    He felt marginally better that she hadn’t arbitrarily released Leann because she was a petite blonde. She still had no real basis to fire the girl, other than her insecurities and jealousy.  
    “I’m so heavy with the baby and…and…and too tired to make love to you on a regular basis.”  
    “Sweetheart,” he crooned, caressing her cheek. “You’re the only woman for me. She could’ve strutted nude in front of me and it wouldn’t have mattered. I. Love. You.”  
    Instead of appeasing her, she cried harder. “Charlotte’s so angry with me.”  
    “I’ll talk to Brooks. Why didn’t you tell him the truth?”  
    “That’s his niece by marriage,” she said in a small voice. “I couldn’t force him to choose her side or mine.”  
    Hugging her, he smiled into her hair, loving the silkiness of it. His wife was misunderstood and underestimated, but that only endeared her to him more.  
    “Brooks is in trouble,” she said in a high voice, changing the subject and returning to her seat.  
    “What do you mean?” Johnnie asked once he’d sat back at the table, too.  
    “The arms deal. Brooks. He’s going to get killed if Outlaw doesn’t accept.”  
    He choked on the St. Germain. “What?”  
    “Brooks thought Outlaw would accept McCallister’s deal. The money has already been transferred to the law firm on the club’s behalf.”  
    “ What ?” he yelled, not quite believing her words. “How the fuck…” Staring at his wife, he sucked in a breath and closed his eyes. “Kendall, gorgeous, please tell me you didn’t take it upon yourself to answer for Christopher.”  
    “Will you be angry?”  
    “Fucking furious,” he snarled, her response all the answer he needed. “Christopher will fucking kill you, me, and Brooks, and this time he’d be perfectly fucking justified. What the fuck were you thinking? No, excuse me, you were not thinking. What the fuck is wrong with you, Kendall? You’ve just gotten us fucking put to ground.”  
     
     
     
    Kendall shivered at Johnnie’s fear and anger, as well as the prospect of Outlaw murdering them. Because he would. The asshole had no conscience. He’d kill his own brother and pregnant sister-in-law in cold blood. How had she underestimated both McCallister and Outlaw? Though she’d assured Brooks that Outlaw would be agreeable, she’d also believed McCallister would allow someone else to deliver the merchandise.  
    “I don’t give a fuck,” Johnnie roared after she explained her logic to him. “This is club business. You stay the fuck out of it no matter what the fuck you think.”  
    “I’m so sorry, Johnnie,” she wailed, his words hurting her.  
    As an attorney at the law firm representing the club, she had every right to know as much as Brooks. In her mind, that right gave her the same legal authority. As the VP’s wife, however, she had an added advantage. More than any of the other club women.  
    After the run-in at the Halloween party, she’d searched for a way to get on