Page 99 of Devil’s Disciples

“I have everything. Well, everything except for people.” I handed her the opener. “Let’s get drunk.”

She set the champagne aside and then tore at the foil covering. “Amen, sista.”

She had ditched the plaid for the night, and was wearing a red dress that fit her quite well. Her massive boobs boiled out of the low-cut top, leaving little to the imagination. Had Viktor stayed, it may have been an interesting night for her.

She poured a glass and handed it to me. “Four more days.”

“It’s been a weird year. It doesn’t seem like Christmas.”

“We can’t afford to go visit,” she said, pouring her a glass of wine as she spoke. “Maybe next year.”

“It ought to be a good one for the kids this year. I got the little fuckers some pretty good stuff.”

She shot me a glare. “They’re not little fuckers.”

“They are. But, it’s okay.”

“Where’s Baker?”

“He should have been here by now.” I sipped my wine. “I don’t know.”

“Christmas never seems like Christmas here. It’s never cold. I like the weather here, but I like the Christmases back home.”

I did, too, but I’d never admit it. California had become my home. The beaches, palm trees, and warm weather lured me there. During eleven months of the year, I was satisfied I’d made the right decision. December left me feeling void of the joy that seemed to come with the cold weather, snow, and homes that were littered with ridiculous amounts of multi-colored lights.

Knock, knock...knock.

I turned toward the door. “Come in, Baker.”

He pushed the door open and stood there, grinning. Wearing black skinny jeans, black Chucks, a bright red blazer, and a red felt pimp hat with white fuzzy trim, he looked ridiculously cute.

“Hi, Holly,” he said with a tip of his hat. “Merry almost Christmas.”

He faced me and rolled the brim of his hat through his fingers, and then flipped it onto his head. “My dear.”

I raised my wine glass. “I like your outfit.”

He looked at Holly. “Coming, or going?”

She gulped her wine. “Just got here.”

“How long had you planned to stay?”

“Depends on how drunk I get.” She reached for the wine. “My babysitter can stay until tomorrow. Why?”

He adjusted his hat, pulling the brim a little lower. “Care to accompany us?”

“Where are we going?” I asked.

He gave me a playful glare, and then looked at Holly. His brows raised. “Well?”

I looked him over. Dressed in his little red outfit, he looked adorable. What I was missing about Christmas wasn’t fixed, but seeing him sure helped. As he waited for Holly to respond, I fell a little more in love with the man who cared enough about Christmas to make a fool of himself.

There were times when I found it extremely difficult to believe Baker was a biker. He was different than any other biker I’d ever meet, that much I was sure of. I wouldn’t want him to be any other way, though. He was perfect just the way he was.

Holly drank half her glass in one gulp, fearing commitment. It was just like her. She was sheepishly afraid of everything that wasn’t etched in stone.

“She’ll come,” I said. “Where are we going?”