Page 58 of A Crime Boss Daddy Christmas

Boring.

Her mama had just gone to bed and Bernie was . . . well, she wasn’t sure where he was.

But that didn’t matter.

“Right, I’ve called this meeting of us Littles because we have something important to discuss.”

Immy’s eyes widened. “What is it?”

“The evil elves. They’re all tattletales. They’ve been tattling on us back to our Daddies and it’s unacceptable.”

“How do you think they’ve been doing that?” Maeve asked curiously.

“Because they’re magic, of course,” Immy said.

Cat shook her head. “No, Immy. It’s not magic. Not good magic. This is evil magic.”

“I don’t think that elves are evil, Cat,” Maeve told her. “And if you were being good they wouldn’t have anything to report back.”

Cat glared at her. “I don’t want logic right now, Maeve. I want action! We’re kidnapping Evil Elfie. Are you with me?”

“Aye-aye!” Immy said excitedly.

“Oh, this is a bad idea,” Maeve said. They both got up and followed Cat as she snuck out to the entrance where she was certain that Evil Elfie was still hanging out.

That elf was going down.

She stuck to the shadows, tiptoeing down the hall to the entrance. Behind her, Immy and Maeve made enough noise to wake the dead.

Turning she held her finger up at them.

Both of them nodded.

Then they reached the entrance and glanced up at the tree.

The elf-less tree.

“Nooo,” Cat cried. “Where did that little brat go?”

“Maybe he went back to the North Pole?” Immy suggested, taking hold of one of Cat’s hands. Maeve moved to her other side and took hold of that hand.

“Sneaky little elf. I’m gonna get you next year,” Cat said. “Just you wait.”

Alejandro turnedoff the recording device in the Elf.

“Next year, I’m going to need one of those,” Gray told him as they settled into chairs in Alejandro’s office. “Might have figured out what was going on with Maeve sooner if I had one.”

“It didn’t catch everything Immy got up to,” Jenner said as he poured himself a drink.

“But it helped,” Tobias added.

“Bet you needed all the help you could get with Cat,” Sampson said.

Alejandro huffed out a laugh. “I’m actually thinking about setting up a few of these cameras all year around.

Abe snorted. “Cat won’t be happy about that.”

But they would help keep her safe. Which is what really mattered. Alejandro leaned forward, placing his arms on his desk. “Now, we need to talk about something. What are we going to do about Isaiah?”

The others all looked at each other.

“We need to find him,” Sampson said.

“And soon,” Abe added. “Before he gets himself into real trouble.”

“Then let’s figure out how to do that.”

Merry Christmas everyone!