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“He was taught manners,” Phoe called.

Harley grunted and continued. He pushed me into a large room, and I gaped at the opulence. “This looks like something from a TV drama,” I gasped.

“The drawing room. It has been restored to its former glory,” Phoe said, entering. Harley parked my chair and lifted me onto a sofa. I stared at the Christmas tree dominating the room, and Phoe scowled.

“I hate that damn thing,” she moaned.

“It’s gorgeous,” I refuted.

“It had invaders. There was a family of chipmunks living in it,” Phoe hissed, and I bit back a smile.

“Laugh; we all did,” Drake permitted, sitting next to his wife. He looked so out of place with his ripped jeans, black tee, and leather cut. But at the same time, he belonged.

“Chipmunks?” I repeated.

“Yup, the fuckers attacked,” Phoe stated, nodding and giving the tree an evil look.

“They didn’t attack. They were more scared of you than you were of them,” Harley interrupted with a sigh.

“They hissed at us and bit Grey. Klutz molested Carly, and one tried to rip Christian’s face off!” Phoe cried.

That was a lot to unpack, but it all sounded interesting.

“Mom, Christian shoved his head into the tree and frightened the chipmunk inside it,” Harley refuted.

“It attacked my boy!” Phoe insisted.

“And Klutz only groped Carly because she climbed him like a monkey,” Drake drawled.

Phoe’s eyes narrowed. “They were killer fucking chipmunks. If you disagree one more time, Drake Michaelson, no Christmas sex!”

“Mom!” Harley yelled.

I smothered a giggle.

“And you, son, I’ll put you in charge of the Hellions for a full month!” Phoe threatened Harley.

I smirked as Harley shut his mouth and leaned back. This could be rather amusing.

Chapter Seven.

Harley

Mom and Dad handled the situation better than expected and ensured Oakley felt welcome. I wondered how long Oakley would last because shit was getting crazy at the Hall. There were three days remaining until Christmas, and all hell was breaking loose.

I was sitting next to Oakley, who looked in total shock.

“Did that just really happen?” she asked me.

“Yeah,” I replied.

“Dante and his gang killed elf on the shelf,” Oakley said.

“Yup.”

“They put them in a pile and burned the lot of them.”

“Yes.”

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