Christmas With The Biker (The Biker #7.5)

By: Cassie Alexandra



Chapter 1




Graham





NORMALLY, I’M NOT a violent guy and pretty level-headed.

For the most part.

But, everyone has a breaking point; mine came on Christmas Eve, around two o’clock in the afternoon. It was totally unexpected and landed my ass in jail.

Worth it?

Hell, yeah.

The day actually started out pretty fucking fantastic. I’d shown up early for work – I’m a master electrician-to complete a job my company had been commissioned for, which was a newly constructed hotel. We finished before eleven a.m. and not only did I receive a nice fat Christmas bonus, but also found out that I’d won two airline tickets in a raffle contest I’d forgotten all about. So, I was on top of the world and feeling like anything was possible, which was why I stopped at the jeweler on the way home from work. My girl and I had been dating for over two years, and I’d been thinking about proposing to her. She was beautiful, and in fact looked a lot like a young Demi Moore. Although neither of us had talked about marriage, I knew that I wanted her to stay in my life, and a ring would at least make my intentions clear.

Anyway, after looking at several engagement rings, I purchased one I thought she’d love and had it wrapped in shiny, red Christmas paper.

“Bonnie is going to love it,” the saleswoman promised, handing me the small package with a tiny, white bow.

Smiling, I thanked her and wished her a “Merry Christmas”.

“You, too, Graham.”

As I walked out the front door of the jewelry store, I found myself whistling to the Christmas music playing and stuffing a twenty-dollar bill into the Salvation Army bucket.

The man dressed as Santa Claus, and jingling a bell, smiled brightly at me. “Thank you, young man. Have a Merry Christmas!”

“You, too,” I said, grinning back. “Best time of the year. Except for the snow.”

“The snow isn’t so bad,” he said, glancing up toward the thick, fluffy flakes that were falling. “To be honest, I can’t imagine not having a white Christmas.”

He was right, but… I was missing my Hog. I hadn’t had it out since October and wouldn’t see it until March or April. It was one reason why I’d been putting money away for a snowmobile. Not exactly the same thing, but it was still as fun as shit. This money was now going toward the engagement ring, but I didn’t care. I was in the giving spirit and wanted to put a smile on Bonnie’s face.

We chatted for a couple more seconds and then I went home to surprise the woman I loved. Turns out, the surprise was on me.



***



BONNIE HAD MOVED in with me two months prior. She worked out of our apartment, selling bath-bombs, shower gel, and other perfumy shit, on Etsy. It was now taking up most of our closet space and was a little irritating, but when you love someone, you learn not to sweat the small stuff.

As I walked in the door, I was still flying high and had no idea what was about to unfold. Not until I walked into the bedroom and all hell broke loose.

“What the actual fuck?” I gasped, seeing my neighbor - a piece of shit drug dealer - balls deep inside of Bonnie. If that wasn’t bad enough, he shot his load as our eyes met.

“Graham!” Bonnie squealed, trying to cover herself with the sheet. “Oh my God. What are you doing here?”

Shock turned to rage, especially when I saw Seth’s jizz on the mattress. My fucking mattress that I’d paid three thousand dollars for because Bonnie couldn’t live without it.

“I fucking live here, that’s what I’m doing here!” I hollered.

“Hey,” Seth said, scrambling to find his clothing. “Sorry, man. This just kind of happened. I gave her a sample of some ecstasy and ended up taking some too. Things got out of hand, but it wasn’t planned. Right, Bonnie?”

“Of course not,” she said, her eyes filling with tears. “It was a mistake.”

Seth pulled on his boxers. “Seriously, this shit is really powerful. The best I’ve ever sold. You should try some, Bro. Or maybe some weed to calm you down. I’ve got a joint with your name on it. No charge, of course.”

“Is that right, Bro?” I said angrily. The next thing I knew, I was on top of Seth, beating him to a bloody pulp. It wasn’t until Bonnie screamed that the cops were on their way that I came to my senses and pulled myself off of him.

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