Page 47 of A More Than Mayhem Christmas

“You’re telling me,” Heidi mumbles.

“So, you felt it, huh?” I ask. “Somethingsubstantial?”

“Maybe,” Heidi admits. “Or maybe it was just sparks… and you know what happens with sparks? They fade.”

Before any of us can retort, Dylan yelling has us all freezing momentarily.

“Oh, no,” Riley sighs. “What did they do?”

Beside me, Lucy giggles. “Let’s just say the King of Mayhem has met his match.”

We hasten our steps, giggling at the curses being thrown around and the boys’ guffaws that accompany it. By the time we make it to the front of the cabin, Dylan is… Dylan.

Silent.

Deadly.

We all wait for the next move.

The next sound.

It doesn’t come from him, though.

It comes from Riley.

She busts out a laugh so loud and free that it makes us all do the same. “Babe!” She’s laughing so hard; tears form in her eyes. “You thought you were safe!” Her hand goes to her stomach. “How did this even happen?”

“Six brothers,” Cam informs, pointing to Lucy.

I move closer to Dylan’s truck to get a better look.

Since he opened his shop, he’s had a white decal on the side with his phone number and the company logo—Mayhem Motors and an image of tire marks behind the text. That decal is gone now, replaced with a bright pink one, similar design, only now it says, “Mayhem Male Escorts” with an image of a dildo instead of the tire marks. The phone number is the same. But that’s not even the best part. They didn’t just replace the one that was originally there. They applied smaller versions of it, at least a hundred of them, all over the truck.

Let me reiterate. These aren’t like bumper stickers. They’re decals, which means each separate letter has to be removed one by one.

It’s pure mayhem genius, and I can’t stop laughing. Neither can Jake, who sidles up behind me and wraps his arms around me. “So good,” he says.

“Sogood,” I agree.

“How the fuck did they have time to do it without me noticing?” Dylan asks.

“We gave them the key to your truck. They drove it away and did it,” Cam tells him.

Dylan pats his pocket. “I’ve had my keys on me the whole time.”

“Not the spare key,” Roman retorts, smirking. “That one you keep at the shop.”

Dylan presses his lips together, nodding slowly. “Well, you’re fired.”

Roman chuckles.

“No, you’re not,” Riley assures.

“Babe!” Dylan argues, smacking the bed. “Have you seen the back?”

Riley makes her way to the back of the truck, and whatever she sees only makes her laugh harder. Amanda, Heidi and I join her, cracking up at the sight. Another decal,hugeletters:Free Butt Plugs For All.

“Let’s go,” Dylan tells Riley, opening the passenger side door. “We need to speed home so no one sees it.”

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