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⇰ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝔼𝕝𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟.
-ℂ𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕞𝕒𝕤 𝔼𝕧𝕖-ℂ𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕞𝕒𝕤.

Christmas Eve was spent with the boys, Billy, and Max. We decorated the house and put up the tree. The boys, including Billy, were in the basement wrapping presents for everyone, while Max and I were wrapping theirs. We sat in my room with music she liked playing in the background.
"It's kind of cool that you guys go to New York every year for Christmas, wish I could go." She wore a pout as she said that. She was so clearly devastated. Ugh, I hate these kids. Always ruining my surprises. I got up and went to my dresser, pulling our plane tickets out of the drawer and handing them to her.
His brows knitted in confusion. "There's seven tickets here," She said. I hummed. "Seven tickets... Seven people, the math adds up, doesn't it?" It took her a few seconds to understand what I was talking about, but she did, her face lit brighter than the tree lights. "Really?" Max jumped up and brought me into a really, really tight hug. I could barely breathe with her grip.

"Billy told me Christmas is just another day to you guys so I wanted to make it special," I smiled, "Rockefeller Christmas' are spent in New York, lounging around in my dad's old penthouse, drinking champagne and being snooty for a few days."
She was smiling from ear to ear, one that reached her eyes. "When do we leave?" She asked. "A few hours actually, so maybe you should go pack your bags." She raced out of my room the moment I said that, but not before giving me one last hug. "You're the best, Bex. Wish you were my sister."
She literally makes my heart ache.

I raced down the steps to answer the door soon after she left. Steve stood outside with his bags, a big smile on his face. "We're all riding there together, right?" He asked. I stared down at the pile of luggage. "Steve, you know we'll only be in New York for three days, right?"
He shrugged. "Gotta be prepared," he said, "Plus, most of it is my hair stuff."
I rolled my eyes. "Of course it is... Just sit it by the door with everyone else's, security should be here in a few minutes to pick it up."
His brows knitted, similar to how Max's did earlier. "Security?" He questioned. "Listen, we may be the black sheep of the entire Rockefeller family but that doesn't mean our family doesn't love us enough to keep us safe."

"Keep you safe?" Billy appeared out of thin air. "Oh... Billy, this is the biggest Rockefeller Christmas in history now that the babies are graduating and going off to college."
Anthony and I scowled at Cassidy's choice of words. "Don't remind me," Anthony sighed. The revving of engines outside gained our attention. "I got the presents!" Ashton ran down the steps while Ant, Cass, and I all went outside to check the scene.
Outside was a group of bikes. Our group of bikers. "Long time no see, Bulldozer." He brought me into a tight hug when I reached him. "It's been a while, Bex. How're you and your brothers?" He asked. "Good, we're packing up for our flight this morning."
"Thanks for helping this year," Enzo, my old right hand, stood off to the side of Bulldozer. We grew up together, followed us here to Indiana when his parents exiled him from their oh-so-mighty kingdom. "You know I'd do anything to give those kids a good Christmas."

He offered me just the ghost of a smile, no longer being able to keep eye contact. Ash handed them the bag of presents before sparking a conversation. Two arms wrapped around my waist from behind. Instinctively, I elbowed them in the stomach. "Fuck, Nadéja." Billy stood there hunched over, clutching the spot where I hit him.
I bit back my laugh. "I'm- so... So sorry but that's so fucking funny." He rolled his eyes as he readjusted. "Sure you are, princess."