Blaze (Storm MC 2.50)

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“Tomorrow’s been a long time coming,” Scott muttered as he leant back in his chair and stretched his arms up, hands behind his head.

I took a swig of my beer. “Yeah it has, brother,” I agreed.

It was nearly midnight, nearly my wedding day, and Scott had dropped in earlier for a beer. Madison was at Harlow’s place with Serena, and Brooke, and my dick was fucking missing her. Christ, at this rate, I’d be throwing her over my shoulders after she promised me forever, and saying to fuck with the reception.

“Madison texted me to say Dad wouldn’t be there. She coping alright?”

“It’s fucked, Scott. I could kill him for what he’s done to her.”

He nodded, deep in thought. Then he leant forward and rested his arms on his legs. “Lotta shit going down with the club right now. When you get back from your honeymoon, it’ll be time to fix that.”

“What’s your plan? You want Marcus out?”

“Yeah, I fucking want him out. We need to figure out what he’s up to and at the moment, I’m no closer to that answer. He’s good at covering his tracks.”

“I’m betting it’s got something to do with the Adelaide chapter. Look there.”

“I’ve got Nash on that. And Griff’s finally come around to my way of thinking. He’s been loyal to Dad for so long but he’s lost all respect now. Between him and Nash, I reckon they’ll come up with something soon.”

“Good. I’ll be back in two weeks and the sooner we can take that fucker down, the better.”

“We’re watching your back too, brother. Have a feeling that Dad wants you out.”

“Appreciate that. I’ve come to the same conclusion”.

He finished his beer an

d then stood to leave. “I’ll be over at about ten tomorrow morning. I’m making sure you get to that wedding.”

“Wedding’s not till two, brother,” I reminded him.

“I’m not taking any fucking chances. The last thing I need is Madison pissed because either a, you’re late, or b, you don’t fucking show at all.”

“No need to worry. There’s no way that woman isn’t ending tomorrow as my wife.”

He grinned. “True. You two are gonna live to an old age pissing the shit outta each other.”

Now it was my turn to grin. “Too fucking right.”

Chapter 11

Madison

“Oh my God, you look beautiful!” Serena exclaimed.

I turned to look at my reflection in the mirror. The dress I’d chosen for today was white with a corset top and a puffy tulle skirt that fell to the floor. The tie for the top was at the side and I’d incorporated a strip of black fabric there. I’d used black leather string to tie it and made this long so that it hung down over the tulle skirt. There were black jewels scattered throughout the top and these were gorgeous when the light caught them.

I turned back to the girls who were all watching me, and asked, “You think J will like it?”

“Fuck yes!” Serena exclaimed, and we all laughed. “With your boobs popping out of that top like that, he won’t be able to control himself.”

“You look beautiful too,” I said to Serena who was my only bridesmaid for the day. J had chosen to have Scott as his best man, with no other groomsmen, so I’d agreed to just one bridesmaid.

She looked down at her black dress; it was an above the knee halter dress with a plunging neckline that showed off her ample cleavage. She’d paired it with stunning black strappy heels. Looking back up at me she asked, “So, you think I might get lucky with one of these biker dudes? Cause I gotta tell you, I need to break the drought.”

“Honey, you’ll have Nash eating out of your hands the minute he lays eyes on you,” Harlow promised.