“Fine. Fine. I’ll talk to Lexie and call you back.”
“She is probably already on board with it. Angel has been talking to the women.”
Devil’s chuckle turned into a big old laugh. “No kidding. That explains why Lexie’s been talking my ear off about having some fun down in Fort Wills. Fuck me, that explains it all.”
“How is Lexie doing?”
“Still cancer-free, and I thank my lucky fucking stars for it.”
“Good news.”
“Right, I’ve got to go and guilt a woman, bye.” Devil was never the kind of guy for long, intense chats.
After putting the phone down, Lash stared at it for a couple of minutes before making up his mind, dialing Butch at Vegas.
The Vegas chapter of The Skulls was doing really well. Putting Butch as Prez had been a damn good idea. The men there were loyal as fuck as well.
Butch answered after the fourth ring. “What’s up?” Butch asked.
“It’s that time of year, my friend,” he said.
“Christmas. Tell me about it. Cheryl’s got the club whores helping her decorate and shit. It is a whole big thing.”
“Oh, okay, Angel’s wanting to do a big family get-together. I figured I’d put the call out.”
“Sorry, man, can’t make it this year, but maybe another year, or you guys head down here for some fun.”
“That would be good, man.” There was a sudden scream, and Lash chuckled. “I’ll leave you to deal with whatever that is.”
Butch grumbled but hung up.
Leaning back, Lash wasn’t too excited about the prospect of having all the guys from Chaos Bleeds over for Christmas, but with that many people around, it meant he’d be able to be with his woman, and they’d get to sneak off to have some much-needed fun time together, and that was no hardship.
Chapter Two
Angel watched as Adam, their British patched in member, grunted as he placed the final box of Christmas decorations down at her feet. He’d been grumpy for the past couple of weeks, and she had no idea why.
“Thanks, Adam,” she said.
“Whatever.”
She opened her mouth about to ask him what his problem was but realized this could be a whole hot chocolate and cookies affair, and she decided to wait. When it came to the clubhouse, she liked to make sure everyone was good and there were no problems. In theory, talking to Adam should be Lash’s job, but she had long since learned that wasn’t possible.
Her man did not talk to other men too often about their feelings. That was a topic he wouldn’t venture into.
So, she did. She made sure the men and women were all good, were all on the same page. It was important to her to do so.
Opening the box, she saw an abundance of tinsel. She always liked to decorate the clubhouse. Some of the guys who didn’t have families stayed at the clubhouse. They were never alone though. Even if they had separate Christmases, invites were always open for those that didn’t have family.
Like, Drew, Adam, Fighter, and recently Wicked had returned after being on the road with the Nomad Chapter of The Skulls. Then there were Ice, Wayne, and Gym, and they had settled into the clubhouse fine. They often had men from the Nomad Chapter coming to live with them. Every now and then they liked to come to Fort Wills, to see if they were ready to settle down, or just wanted the open road.
She didn’t mind. She had always wanted a big family.
There were times that Lash seemed nervous about it, but he clearly didn’t understand she wanted this as well. To be surrounded by family and friends.
The holidays were a special time of year. For a long time, during her early years of being Lash’s wife, their world was filled with enemies and death. Having a relaxing Christmas had been hard. Since Lash had taken the club in a different direction, there were far more opportunities for all of them, and that, she loved.
“Okay, so I’ve got Lacey on tree duty with Whizz and their kids,” Tate said, coming toward her.