Christmas is fast approaching and Smokey wants to do something special for his woman. With all the bad memories within the clubhouse, he wants to replace them with good ones. The only way to do that is to turn his clubhouse into a wonderland. He needs the whole club's help and he doesn’t want Ava to know what he's planned. This will be the perfect surprise.
Ava doesn’t know why Smokey is acting strange. When Harlow also starts to lie and disappear, she wonders what's going on. She never imagined Smokey cheating, but when she sees Harlow and Smokey hugging, she has to wonder if he's having an affair. After everything they'd gone through, she never expected him to cheat.
All Smokey wants to do is celebrate Christmas with his woman. To give her memories that wipe out the bad ones he caused, but everything is falling apart. He would never cheat on her. Ava is his soul mate. His reason for fucking breathing. And he can never lose her.
“You know I don’t answer by special request,” Carlos said, standing in Smokey’s doorway.
Smokey looked up from his desk toward the mafia man. Carlos, like ever, was wearing a designer suit, and he looked pissed off. The only disruptive parts of the whole asshole image were the little girls he held in both of his arms, Winter and Summer.
That must have meant Carlos had come to pick up Raven. Being married to Carlos meant she had no choice but to divide her time between the club and his mafia world as his woman. It had been a transition, but Raven had handled it. He made sure to keep a close eye on Raven because he didn’t want her to ever feel alone or left again.
She had been through so much already. He wouldn’t fuck up again.
“What do you have planned for Christmas?” Smokey asked, putting down his pen.
“I did originally plan for a nice long Christmas with my wife, my two girls, at my private island. Lots of sun, a few nannies to help us. Spending all the time with my wife.”
“Raven will not spend Christmas where it’s hot. That’s what she said. She likes her festive season to be freezing, with the chance of snow, and she has also informed me that we’re going to be spending it here.” Carlos looked at the office with such disdain.
“Anyone ever tell you that you’re a snob?”
“Many times, and see how I don’t give a flying fuck.” Carlos pressed a kiss to his daughters’ heads. “So, tell me, Smokey, why am I spending Christmas here?”
“You don’t have to, but I know my woman would like to have Raven for Christmas. You’ve got a lifetime with Raven.”
“And you’ve got a lifetime with Ava.”
“You didn’t fuck up with your woman.”
“Wrong, I did fuck up with my woman, which is why I have no choice but to make up for it now. It’s why I will be spending Christmas here, and I’ll even be happy about it.”
“Good.” Smokey wasn’t too pleased to have the mafia man.
“But a little warning, there is a chance Sebastian Drago might also be joining us, but again, I will add him as our plus-one.”
“This is not a fucking hotel.”
“I know, trust me, this would be the last place I’d pick, but this is Raven’s home, and she does love it here.” Carlos shook his head. “My woman is a fucking queen, and she wants to stay here.”
“Again, she could stay without you.”
“Not happening. Where my woman goes, I go. It’s as simple as that.”
One of the babies started to make some noise, a little gurgling sound, and Smokey smiled. He adored Winter and Summer. Raven’s daughters were so incredibly sweet.
“They are the best part about you,” Smokey said.
“At least something we could agree on.” Carlos nodded at him and then left.
It wasn’t long before Hunter arrived in his office. “Slow day. Slow week. Anything you have for me?” He took a seat opposite him.
“Yeah, I need you to arrange to have all of this stuff delivered to the clubhouse within the next week.”
Hunter reached out, taking the list. “Wreathes, tinsel, baubles, twinkle lights. Seriously, Smokey, is this some kind of joke?”
“I’m going to keep Ava away from the clubhouse for the next couple of weeks. I want the clubhouse decorated, and the only way to do that is to buy the stuff.”
“Then get one of the sluts to do it.”
“No!” Smokey slammed his hand down on the desk. “I want you and the guys to do it. Not the bitches who don’t give a shit about my woman.” He wanted this to be a surprise for his woman, not for her to get involved or to think there was something else going on at the club.
“I’m sorry, man. You’re right, and I’ll get to this right away. Do you have any preference?”
“Shit has to be festive. That’s all I know.”
“Have you thought about asking Ava? She would know what she’d like more than us.”
“I want it to be a surprise.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “For her, she deserves to have a Christmas to remember, and for this place to stop being the horror show it is.” He had thought about burning the place down to the ground and building it back up, but that was a lot of fucking work.