Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree: A Red Velvet Christmas Novel
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“I fuckin’ think this was his life insurance some-fuckin-way. It kept him the fuck alive.”
“How? I…I mean all…they could’ve had him followed and—”
“They could’ve done a lotta shit, baby. They could’ve blown this motherfucker apart to find the shit once he disappeared. Fuck, before he disappeared. They chose not to. Why? Them answers died with them, motherfuckers.” Some shit remained a mystery, leaving motherfuckers to speculate for fucking years. “I’m thinkin’ it was a combination of the care Big Joe took to save his own ass and the stupidity of them two motherfuckers. No matter that they ran a sex ring, your pops made the money to keep it goin’.” He nodded to the money. “Once Big Joe died and you fuckin’ came, and they ain’t had more bills comin’ their way, they got fuckin’ desperate.”
“Daddy gave them this money to help kidnap and sell girls? To aid them in killing girls who they decided weren’t worthy to live?”
He closed his eyes at the hurt in her voice. Why had he decided to tell her about this again? Because he felt like a guilty motherfucker at keeping the exact details of her mother’s death from her? He’d been down the road of hiding shit from Megan once before with Big Joe’s death. And their son’s disappearance. And the detail that she’d killed Traveler. And the truth that he had the knowledge of what happened during the clubhouse raid, and had subsequently killed the offending deputy. And the fact that he’d killed Gillson, the funeral director who’d blabbed about Big Joe’s empty grave in the first goddamn place.
Fuck, just a fucking laundry list of shit that Christopher had manipulated to protect Megan. In the fucking scheme of things, telling her about the house seemed fucking minor.
“Listen up, baby. Some shit we ain’t ever fully figurin’ out. Like all the factors in this motherfucker. How Big Joe used it as fuckin’ leverage. Why Sharper and Logan didn’t make a more fuckin’ aggressive move. What the fuck Big Joe was thinkin’ to put this motherfucker in your name. And that’s okay. Some shit just don’t have fuckin’ answers. But I wanna know whatcha want me to do with the money. With the house. With—”
“There’s so many things that could be done with this house,” she said, studying the room and the money once more. “We could turn it into a home for girls.”
Yeah, but just thinking of the housing codes and people’s arguments for bringing transient girls into this middle-class neighborhood was a nightmare. Some shit required being on the fucking up and up legally. Like having a house that helped motherfuckers. But if that’s what Megan wanted, Christopher would find a way to get it done.
“There’s just such a heavy feeling here.”
Yeah, evil. He kept his mouth shut, allowing her to work it out in her head.
Her blue gaze drank him in. “What did you want to do with it?”
“Sell the motherfucker.”
“Okay.”
Her easy acceptance relieved Christopher. She could’ve wanted to keep it out of sentimentality alone as a reminder of the father she’d lost. Big Joe had never shown her nothing but the best of himself.
“And the money?”
“What were you going to do with it?”
“Split it between me and my officers.”
“I’ve been thinking about Mama,” she began in response, running her fingers along the dusty plastic wrapped around the money.
At the mention of Dinah, Christopher tensed. Never mind that the bitch had stabbed him and neglected Megan. His girl loved her. “What about her?”
“I don’t know why I didn’t ask you to put her in a separate grave when she was buried,” she said sadly. “Since you couldn’t put her with Daddy.”
He gave her a gentle smile. “I figured Ma could use some company.”
She nodded. “But…” Her voice trailed off.
Christopher knew what she was thinking. His sisters and nieces were with his mother now, so Patricia had company.
“Can we move Mama now? I..I mean put her in Daddy’s grave with K-P, Arrow, and Tyler?”
“If that’s what you want, baby.” Anything to bring her a measure of comfort.
“It is.”
“You wanna have a service again?”
Tears rushing to her eyes, she tried to smile. She missed her mother so much, even with the raging cunt Dinah had been. Megan would mourn her ma’s death for years, much as she did Patrick. The only difference was she’d finally accepted their son’s death though there wasn’t a day that went by that their dead son didn’t cross her mind at least once.
“No. I don’t need another service for her. I know you’ll have her moved.”
That’s how much she trusted him. She trusted him to always have her best interests at heart.
“You musta had this shit on your mind for a while, baby.”
“I have,” she admitted.
“You mention it now cuz you think I ain’t had the bills before?”
“I know we do.” She shrugged. “I never found the right time to bring it up. Asking what to do with this awful money seemed right.”
“Megan, diggin’ up Dinah and reburyin’ her ain’t even takin’ half percent of the money.”
She nodded and considered the money again. “This is very bad money. Obtained through awful deeds.”
“Yeah,” Digger told him Big Joe had burned money that had been kept in the hiding space at the farmhouse. He’d referred to it as blood money. And, yet, this stash had funded a blood trade. What had the motherfucker been thinking?
“Can we find a way to do something good with it?”
“Like what? This money funded bad shit, but it been sittin’ here not harmin’ one motherfucker. It’s kinda fuckin’ innocent when you think ‘bout it.”
She frowned.
“C’mon, baby. Even Mort and Digger acceptin’ the money from Sharper estate once all the shit straightened out.”
“I know they are.”
Sharper had had a lot of assets. He’d made it fucking easy for Mort and Digger to probate his estate by pretending to be blown the fuck up in a hotel and having a funeral to back the claim up. Yet, taxes and past due debts needed to be paid. Char and Tyler had been the life insurance beneficiaries, but upon their deaths the estate absorbed the dollars. It was some complicated bullshit, but Mort and Digger were still taking the fucking money as the motherfucker’s rightful heirs.
“Let’s split this money between everyone,” Megan said into the silence.
“The whole club?”
“If you want, but I meant not only us but Johnnie and Kendall, Val and Zoann, Mort and Bailey, Digger and Bunny, as well as Roxy, Cash, Ophelia, and Stretch.”
He stiffened at the mention of his little sister. Outside of Roxy, Megan had named couples. Christopher couldn’t forget the fact that Cash had fucked Ophelia. The motherfucker had been warned away from her. Had he gone against Christopher and hooked up with her again? “Why Fee? You know something my ass don’t?”
“No. It just seems fair, since she’s part of our family.”
That appeased him. “Okay, baby. Whatever you want.”
She smiled at him. “Right now, I want to go home. Tomorrow’s Halloween and I have to make sure everything’s in place for trick-or-treating.”
Halloween was only the beginning of a bunch of fucking holiday festivities the girls had planned. Christopher was looking forward to some events. Barring their second Christmas together, every subsequent one had been marred with threats hanging over their heads.
In comparison, this year would be a fucking breeze.
K E Osborn
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Australian author K E Osborn was born and raised in Adelaide, South Australia. With a background in graphic design and a flair for all things creative, she felt compelled to write the story brewing in her mind.
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