Kick
I listened to the words coming out of Devil’s mouth, and let him get them all out before I said anything. “It’s been three months of bloodshed and loss, at their fuckin’ insistence, and now they want to call a truce?” I flicked my gaze to King. “What the fuck do you think, Prez? ‘Cause, for the record, I am against it. I say we bury those fuckers. And if you ask Nitro, he would say that, too.”
King contemplated this new information regarding Silver Hell. I’d expected him to agree with me, but he threw me off when he didn’t come straight out with it. Fuck, he’d experienced loss at their hands, too. Why the hell wasn’t he saying ‘fuck yes, bury them’? Instead, he said, “Kick, it’s your wedding day. Can we just get you the fuck through this and then make a decision?”
Devil seemed as stunned as I was. “I’m with Kick, I say bury them,” he said.
A vein in King’s neck ticked and he lost his loosely contained shit. “I say we don’t fucking decide today!” he roared. “I just want one fucking day without those motherfuckers ruining it. Do you think we can have that?”
Jesus.
I shoved my fingers through my hair and then stretched my back and arms. Nodding at King,
I agreed, “Yeah.”
King huffed out a harsh breath and desperately tried to shake some of the tension out of his tightly wound body. “Good. Now let’s get this wedding underway.” He slapped me on the back as he pushed past me to head out of the clubhouse bar to the marquee we’d set up on the land we owned out the back of the clubhouse.
We watched him leave, and then Devil asked, “You ready for this, brother?”
I grinned. “More than fuckin’ ready.”
“You’re a lucky asshole, to find a woman as good as Evie.”
Fuck yeah.
“Kick!” We turned to see Lina rushing into the bar, looking stressed.
“What?” I asked, my own stress levels rising. Fuck, with all the shit we’d been through over the last three months, every little fucking thing stressed me.
“Evie’s here. You need to get outside so you’re waiting there when she walks in.”
“For fuck’s sake, Lina, don’t do that. You had me worried something had happened to her or to someone else,” I complained.
She pursed her lips. “Just get your ass out there.”
I did as she said and walked out to the marquee to wait for Evie. I hadn’t seen her since yesterday morning and, fuck, I ached to see her. How the hell I’d gone three years without her, I had no clue, because these days, being away from her a mere twenty-four hours was hell.
I’d asked Braden to be my best man, and he leant next to me now and said, “Never thought I’d see the day.”
“What?” I asked, not taking my eyes off where Evie would enter from.
“The day my brother got married.”
Something in his voice caused me to turn and face him. He was emotional about this. “Yeah, me either,” I admitted, “but thank fuck she came back to me.”
“Who would have thought, all those years ago when you two were kids, that you’d end up married one day?”
I wasn’t the kind of person to look back too often in life. My motto was to keep going forwards, but Braden was a sentimental bastard. Instead of replying to him, I simply nodded in agreement.
“You know,” he mused, “it’s sad, but I think in a way Shelly’s death brought you two together.”
My eyebrows drew together. “How the fuck do you figure that?” Jesus, what a morbid fucking thought.
“No, think about it. After her death and all the shit our families went through with our parents cheating, and then all the shit Evie went through, she needed you, and, in a weird way, you needed her. It brought you closer.”
“I still don’t follow,” I muttered.
“You do realise Evie blamed herself for Shelly’s death, right?”