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“You’re the alpha bitch?” Chance rumbled, rubbing his chest and ass.
“That is a puppy. You can tell how youthful she is, and it’s a girl dog. And we’re naming her Poppy. Now go sign the paperwork,” I informed him.
Chance gazed at me, horrified.
“We are not adopting that dog! It is a menace!”
“Yes, we are. Poppy’s going to be great with the kids. She’s a baby and wants to play,” I argued.
“How old is that pup?” Chance demanded as Calamity stood by, grinning.
“Six months.”
“Six months, and that thing is not fully grown yet! We’re not adopting her,” Chance muttered.
“Do you want sex this month? Oh yeah, no puppy, no sex. Look at her, Poppy will make a great guard dog for the kids, and no fucker will argue with her. Poppy just needs to be trained, and I’m the alpha female in our house,” I retorted. “Now go sign the paperwork and fetch what she needs from Rosie.”
“Daddy? Puppy?” Isla asked from behind me, and Chance’s face melted. Isla had called him Daddy. And I knew Poppy would be joining our family. Chance sent me a menacing stare and stomped off towards the end of the forecourt where I’d set Rosie, Calamity, and Klutz up for their petting zoo and adoption drive. I guessed poor Poppy was too big for most, and she was certainly boisterous.
“You know Chance is gonna ride his bike to walk that beast,” Pyro said with a dry chuckle.
“As long as he walks her,” I replied and turned back as people began milling around again. We’d been open for two hours, and it was going really well. Everyone who’d hired a stall had arrived early and set up pretty quickly. A crowd had formed outside the gates, and when we opened, people had come flooding in. It had caused a slight headache as the prospects were in charge of checking tickets, and people had been excited to enter, but they sorted it out.
Each stall owner had promised ten per cent of their profits, and the donation pot in the centre of the forecourt was filling quickly. The raffle tickets were going like wildfire, so I was happy with everything so far. Some of the stalls were donating one hundred per cent of their profits, stalls manned by people like Penny, Celt, Levi, Shotgun, Manny, and Gunner. Vivie had already sent Lex back to RC to pick up a second lot of chocolates for her. Lindsey had also given Lowrider instructions on what stock to bring from Designs by Lindsey.
My role was to check in constantly with each stall owner, make sure they were okay, had food and drink, and nothing was worrying them. The Hellfire and Rage not manning stalls were pedalling raffle tickets, helping out where needed, and basically providing security.
However, nobody escaped the Great Dane! I shook my head in despair as I noticed Klutz chasing a small kitten, which somebody scooped up, and I saw them fall instantly in love. Seconds later, they were following Klutz back across the forecourt.
Chey, Lindsey, and Mina were going to be the celebs pulling the tickets for the raffles and prize draws. They were also signing autographs for a fee, and again, the money was being donated to Phoe’s charities. Two bikes had been dragged out from somewhere. I think Chance had said that they were spares in case one of theirs was in the repair shop, and Big Al and Apache were charging people for rides. Much to everyone’s amusement—and their disgust—they were rather popular with the ladies.
Everything was perfect; the food queues were busy, Hellfire and Rage both having donated a ton of burgers and hotdogs. The drinks shack manned by Cowboy and Wild had constant queues. Even Artemis, at the far end of the forecourt, with her archery range, was doing well.
“You did good,” Phoe said.
“It’s not been the struggle I thought it would be,” I admitted.
That was the truth. I was running back and forth between Hellfire’s kitchen and the stalls. I’d put the joints on to cook almost as soon as I woke up. And I had finally allowed the old ladies to help in preparing the food, but I was adamant I was cooking it. I had vats of vegetables on a slow cook, and all six ovens in the kitchen were full of juicy turkeys, legs of lamb, and beef joints. Three slow cookers held large gammon joints, and all in all, everything was moving to plan.
Rage had been offered to stay, but Phoe was holding a meal at Reading Hall. So, it was just my family.
Phoe patted my arm and pointed.
A shriek came from the area we’d set up to wax each member of Rage and Hellfire’s legs.
“Oh, quick!” I gasped and hurried over.
Diesel lay on a bed and glowered at Alice, who patted his arm.
“We do this all the time, suck it up baby,” Alice soothed Diesel.
Beside her, Magic laughed loudly, which clearly wasn’t helping Diesel’s mood.
“You ain’t got the balls to do this Magic,” Diesel sniped and stared in horror at the woman who applied another layer of wax to his legs. “I think once was enough!”
“Oh no, the agreement was you wax from top to bottom. You all signed the agreement,” the woman retorted.
“Do what?” Ace demanded from his position next to Diesel. “Yeouch, what the fucking hell’s bells was that you flaming bitch!” Ace howled. His eyes narrowed with tears in them as his beloved Artemis held a wax strip in the air and crowed.
