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

Christmas inventory with his family.”  
    “That’s not important. That can be done at any time. Club business supersedes some stupid holiday crap. This is a life or death matter.”  
    “Fine, gorgeous,” Johnnie agreed after a moment of thought. “I’ve lost my appetite anyway. Let’s just go and get this over with.”  
     
     

 
     
    Hot shower water streamed down on Christopher’s shoulders and back, the fast flow hitting all the aching pressure points in his body that indicated how fucking old he was getting. Thirty-seven in several months.  
    Almost thirty-fucking-seven with a three-year-old son, twenty-month-old twins, another son on the way, and a twenty-two-year-old wife, who was currently curled beneath the covers on their bed, fast asleep.  
    Sighing, he faced the water stream, throwing his head back so it would hit his chest before grabbing his shampoo and pouring some into his hands. As he worked the shit into his hair, he decided Megan sleeping wouldn’t matter so much if she always took naps at seven o-fucking-clock in the evening. Nor would it bother him as much if she wasn’t carrying another baby in her very delicate womb, one that had gotten filled with his twins before it had completely healed from being so damaged.  
    He closed his eyes and stood under the showerhead to wash the suds from his hair. What scared him the most, and made him feel every bit his age, was knowing how Megan enjoyed the holidays. She’d been looking forward to decoration inventory for days. For her to be asleep, with their plans for the evening, was concerning.  
    This wasn’t his girl and he suspected it had something to do with Ryder, the baby she currently carried.  
    Ryder. Fuck those ‘R’ names around this motherfucker—Ryan, Rory, Rebel, Rule, and now Ryder. Oh, yeah, Roxy. But if Megan wanted their son to have another ‘R’ name, who the fuck was Christopher to stop her? All he wanted was the baby out of her and her safe.  
    “‘Law!”  
    Before he had the chance to respond to his boy, CJ grunted and slid the shower door open. Christopher turned the shower off and grabbed the towel hanging on the hook right outside the enclosure.  
    “Ant Kenda downstairs. Her say her need talking.”  
    What the fuck was that bitch doing there? This was supposed to be only him, Megan, and their children. He hoped like fuck Megan hadn’t invited Johnnie and his cunt.  
    Christopher scrubbed the towel over his face and then through his hair. “She wanna talk to me?”  
     “Uh-huh,” CJ squeaked out. “MegAnn sleep. Her tired.”  
    Wrapping the towel around his waist, Christopher stepped out of the shower and onto the small, bamboo rug. He’d love to send CJ down with a message of fuck off, cunt , but Megan would have his ass. And, the bitch belonged to Johnnie so he couldn’t have his boy disrespect her. CJ…all the boys…had to respect women.  
    “Knock, knock.”  
    Kendall’s voice accompanied a small knock on the bathroom door right before she stepped inside.  
    Or maybe not. Why respect a bitch who didn’t have the fucking decency to respect herself, her husband, or any-fucking-body else?  
    As CJ craned his neck back and forth, a frown screwing up his little face, Christopher glared at Kendall.  
    CJ studied Christopher a moment. “MEG-ANN,” he suddenly screeched, darting out of the bathroom and into their bedroom.  
    “No, wait!” Kendall called, reaching for him but not quick enough to catch him.  
    “No wait, my motherfuckin’ ass,” Christopher snarled. “Get the fuck outta here.”  
    “Mommie!” CJ’s voice traveled through the opened door. “Ant Kenda! MOMMIE!”  
    Kendall glanced nervously at the door. “I need to talk to you.”  
    Folding his arms, Christopher glowered at her. It didn’t fucking escape him that every time bitches sniffed around him and CJ saw, he made sure Megan knew. To Christopher that meant Megan discussed, in front of their