Stolen Christmas
Luca
I don’t tolerate disrespect from anyone, especially from a little thief who destroyed a priceless gift for my mother. I wanted her off my case about creating a family, so I thought an expensive present would do the trick, but someone had to botch that plan.
I hunted him down and was just about to treat him to a permanent nap when I found he had something more valuable to trade — his sister. A gift for me that I would treasure while my mother got the family she wanted.
My Christmas Angel might be a little reluctant to the idea, but she’ll be mine one way or another, even if it means using every possible threat and punishment to make her submit. I will have her by Christmas.
Angel
Surrender to his will, or my brother dies…
I stare my future right in his eyes and know my path, my life, my Christmas has been stolen from me. Merry freaking Christmas to me.
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