Under the Mistletoe: Satan's Fury MC-SG (Satan's Fury MC Second Generation Book 6) by L. Wilder

Author:L. Wilder [Wilder, L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-12-11T00:00:00+00:00

Beck

I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt so bad. All I could do was lay in bed—half-awake/ half-asleep and cover my eyes with my arm, protecting my eyes from the light. I hated it. I wanted to get up and check on Ava, but the dull ache in my stomach and my pounding head kept me bound to the mattress.

I groaned as I rolled to my side, and I was trying to get comfortable when I heard a loud crash. It was immediately followed by a loud thud and then endless giggles. I could hear Torch’s deep voice, but I couldn’t make out what he was saying. There was more movement, rustling, and then Ava’s excited squeals. I wanted to get up to see what was going on, but just lifting my head off the pillow felt like a monumental task.

Ava sounded happy, and that was all that mattered. Knowing Torch and hopefully my mother would keep an eye on her, I let out a sigh and let my head sink back into the pillow.

The sounds continued—laughter, shuffling, and what I swore was the unmistakable thunk thunk thunk of a hammer. I couldn’t imagine what they were doing. I wanted to yell out and demand answers, but my throat was dry, and my body refused to cooperate.

So, I did the only thing I could.

I closed my eyes and prayed that my house would still be standing when I woke up.

The next morning, I felt a little less like death warmed over and more like myself. The house was quiet now, and that alone made me suspicious. I eased myself out of bed and wrapped myself in my comforter before shuffling down the hall.

I rounded the corner into the living room and stopped dead in my tracks when I finally saw what Torch and Ava had been up to.

There was a real Christmas tree in the corner with twinkling white lights adorned on every branch, and fresh pine garland was on the mantle with our stockings hanging beneath. They’d even put out the Christmas village I’d inherited from my grandmother.

Torch was on the couch with one arm slung over the back and one under Ava, who was curled up next to him. They were both fast asleep, and I couldn’t help but smile as I stood there, taking it all in. It wasn’t perfect—the tree was leaning a little, and some of my village was missing —but it was beautiful.

I was on the verge of tears when Torch opened his eyes and spotted me standing in the doorway. He sat up, rubbing the back of his neck like he’d slept wrong, and smiled. “Hey, what are you doing up?”

“What… what is all this?” I croaked, gesturing to the tree.

A sheepish grin spread across his face as he answered, “You said you needed to get your tree up, so... Ava picked it out herself. She also told me where to put everything.”

“That sounds about right.”

“Yeah, she’s bossy like her mom, but she did good, don’t you think?”

“Yes, she did great.

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