They’re an easy-to-please crowd.
Chapter Four
Charlotte
While we’re waiting in line, Lacey confesses that the guy Lucky ran into actually scared her. Apparently he had friends, which would be intimidating for any woman, let alone two unbonded omegas.
Her anxious energy spills into me, and I do my best to stay calm for the both of us. If I panic, she’ll be able to sense it, and we’ll start feeding off each other’s anxiety.
There are run-of-the-mill assholes everywhere.
I’ve been safe in Boston for three years.
There’s no way Blade’s guys caught up to us now. If they did, they never would have let Lacey walk away with Lucky.
I mean, technically they don’t know he exists, but if they saw me with a kid Lucky’s age, they’re probably smart enough to do the math.
I think.
Maybe not.
Outlaw bikers are great at math when it comes to breaking down drugs into little baggies. They’re also smart enough to know when someone shorts them on cash, but none of them knew I was pregnant.
I never told a soul.
There was a reason I left in the dead of night with blood on my hands…
It’s our turn next, and one of the elves comes up, kneeling down in front of Lucky.
“Do you know what you’re going to ask Santa Claus for?” she asks in a chipper voice that makes me jump.
Holy fuck.
Even thinking about that night at the clubhouse is enough to make me climb out of my own skin.
You’re not there, so just move on, I remind myself.
Lucky squeals, clapping as he leans back against my shins. “I do know!”
The elf laughs. “Ahh, good. Santa can’t wait to hear it.”
I stretch a hand down, running it through his soft hair. He’s the one thing I’ve gotten right in my life, and I’ll do whatever it takes to protect him.
That being said, there’s nothing to worry about.
If the Jacksonville Demons were here, I’d be dead…
Or wishing I was.
That alone means I’m overreacting by even considering it might be them.
It’s time to shake that shit off.
Adults only love the holidays if someone made that time of the year special when they were little. No one else is going to make this his favorite time of year. It falls on me to spoil him with Christmas magic.
I don’t get to let the fear win when I have him counting on me to keep it together.
The elves wave Lucky forward, and I rip my phone out of my purse.
