Beyond Christmas (Corrupt Chaos MC #1.5) Read Online Free PDF

“Did you meet Penny?”
    The brunette moves around me and enters the kitchen, dropping into one of Whisky’s chairs. “I’m Penny,” she notes, raising her hand in greeting.
    “I’m Mags,” I stupidly blurt, plastering a nervous smile on my face and directing it at her. I’m not a huge fan of meeting new people, even if she looks nice.
    There’s a knock at the front door.
    “Come in!” Whisky hollers, and I turn around just as it swings open. Immediately, a real smile blasts from my lips and I run full speed ahead to the visitor. With an ‘oaf’, my body crashes into his and we laugh as we wrap each other in bear hugs.
    “Hey there, beautiful. Did ya miss me?” His hand runs up and down my back.
    Lifting onto my tippy toes, I kiss his cheek. “Yes. I did.”
    “Good. ‘Cause I missed you, too.” He pecks me in return.
    “Bonez, is that you?!” Whisky shouts.
    “Yeah! Maggie decided to tackle me.” He chuckles. “I brought my brother along, too. Hope that’s okay.”
    I turn my head and see a bald—Holy crapola! Someone else has been drinking the Carolina Rose water, too. Look at that hunk! A bald, gray-bearded, heavily tatted man wearing a vest maneuvers around us, snickering at Bonez and me.
    “Gunz?!” Whisky shrieks with excitement. The next thing I know, there’s a curvy redhead sprinting out of the kitchen and throwing herself at Bonez’s brother.
    “Hey, girl.” He chuckles all deep and sexy like, giving her a big, friendly hug.
    Pulling from his arms, she takes a step back and punches him in the chest. “Why didn’t you tell us you were comin’? Sniper’s busy with Smoke and Cas today, but they would love to see ya.”
    “He just showed up this morning. I didn’t know either,” Bonez interjects, his arms still around me, my head resting on his chest.
    “Well, how long are you in town?” she asks.
    Gunz extracts a sucker from his vest and plops it in his mouth before stuffing the trash into his jeans pocket. “Just two days. I wanted to drop by to see my bro before headin’ home and doin’ the Christmas thing.”
    “We got the tequila!” Bridget calls from the back door.
    Swinging her hand toward the kitchen in silent invitation, everyone migrates with Whisky into the space. Margaritas are made, beers are handed out, and the group of us lapse into a casual conversation about life, the club, and Whisky’s bakery. Penny, who I quickly learn is Whisky’s friend from high school, unpacks the fridge and sets out the abundance of premade hors d’oeuvres on the countertop.
    We eat, drink, and be merry until I’m half way to blitzed. Then, when most of the food has been devoured, Whisky corrals us into her living room to wrap presents. I’d almost forgotten that’s what I’m here for. Silly me.
    With a margarita in hand, I drop next to my tote on the floor, just now remembering I have more crap in the car. “I have to get more stuff from Viola.” I set my glass on the end table and attempt to stand. Bonez’s sudden hand on my shoulder forces me to stay put.
    “I’ll get your stuff,” he says, releasing my shoulder and heading for the door.
    “Um, okay. Sure. If ya want,” I mumble. “Thanks.”
    “My pleasure.”
    Gunz takes a seat on the couch directly in front of me, fingers curled around a fresh beer. “So, Mags, what is it you do for a livin’?” he probes, kicking his boot heel to rest on his knee, relaxing into the sofa.
    I pull a present from my tote and set it on the carpet in front of me. It’s a pair of sweat pants for Lachlan. “I work with Cas and Sniper over at their shop.” Grabbing one of the million rolls of wrapping paper, I peel off the plastic. It’s printed with Santa with Polar bears, that would suit Lachlan, don’t ya think?
    “You work on the cars? Or you’re their receptionist?”
    Oh, right, I’m speaking to this other attractive biker man … duh. Why is he asking me this, anyhow? According to Bonez, his brother is the tech