King (Rogue Rebels MC 2)

“But marriage was never on the cards. I had never pictured myself as much of a family man,” he continued, not getting the hint.

I looked back at him through the mirror. He had come to halt directly behind me, looking me up and down.

“You th

ink I’m making a mistake. That I’m going to be saddled down with responsibilities, and a woman and kids,” I said, in a deadpan voice and he nodded his head.

“Yes, you will have responsibilities. You are now responsible for another life, and when you have kids, you will be responsible for theirs too,” he said and I clenched my jaw. I didn’t fucking care what he thought of this marriage. I wanted nothing more than marrying Ava. This had been the happiest year of my life and it was fucking unbelievable.

“But making a mistake? I don’t think so,” he said and my brows crossed with surprise. Where was he going with this?

Dad reached out and placed a hand on my shoulder and my muscles stiffened.

“Ava is a good woman, and she makes your mother happy. More importantly, she makes you happy and keeps you grounded. So, no, I don’t think you’re making a mistake, son. I think you’re making the best fucking decision of your life,” he said and I whipped around to him.

Dad had stretched out a hand to me and still in shock, I shook it. We smiled at each other and I caught the look of pride in his eyes.

“Now get out there and marry that woman before she runs away with King or someone else. Hell, if I was a few years younger…” Dad said with a laugh and I playfully punched his shoulder.

“Don’t finish that sentence, Dad,” I said, smiling at him and he clamped his mouth shut.

“Thank you,” I added and he nodded his head.

He was right, this was the best fucking decision of my life and I couldn’t wait to make it.

Ava

Charity pinned the delicate pink petunias to my hair, while I sat in front of the mirror. She stepped back and looked at her handiwork, pleased. Then she clapped her hands together excitedly.

“You are the most beautiful bride I have ever seen. Even in the magazines!” she cried and I thought I saw a tear glimmering in the corners of her eyes. I blushed and smiled at her through the mirror.

My dress was a long, white trailing gown with a plunging sweetheart neck. A shower of crystals glittered all over the dress. Commando had insisted that I wear a dress with diamonds on them. There was no expense spared. He had commissioned a French wedding dress designer to fly in from Paris and custom hand make my dress, so to say that I was pleased with it, was an understatement. It fit me perfectly and it swished every time I moved.

I had opted out of the tiara or a veil, and instead, encouraged Charity to design a petunia crown for my hair. Blue sapphires sparkled on a string at my neck and dangled from my ears. I had never felt this extravagant or beautiful before.

“Ready? Should I get him in? It’s time, honey,” Charity said and bent down to give me a kiss on my cheek. King was going to give me away. Commando’s best friend.

I had no connection with my parents, ever since I moved out of home and started living with Blaine. I had sent the invitations, but I was certain that they weren’t even going to attend the wedding. They knew nothing about my life, why would they be interested?

I heard the door close and then open behind me.

“Ava,” my father’s voice startled me and I nearly squealed when I saw him in the mirror, standing at the door.

“Daddy!” I cried and stood up, my dress swishing down around me. He hurried towards me, reaching for my hands.

“You look beautiful, honey,” he said and twirled me around to get a good look at me. I hadn’t seen him in years, I hadn’t heard his voice…

“What are you doing here? I didn’t think you would come. Is Mom here too?” I was barraging him with questions and Daddy laughed.

“Of course we would attend our daughter’s wedding. And she’s here, sitting outside, chatting with the groom’s mother,” he said and I blushed. I had never imagined Jewel getting to know my mother. They wouldn’t exactly become the best friends, I knew that, but I was glad that they were at least trying.

“Shall we? We can talk later. I should give you away first, so that you can marry that man,” he said and I was surprised to find that Daddy was smiling. He was actually happy for me. He had never approved of any of my decisions…but now I was beginning to wonder if it was only Blaine who he didn’t approve of.

I clung on to his arm, as he walked me out of the room, and we smiled at each other as we approached the aisle.

I heard the music peak, and everyone stood up on either sides of the aisle and my heart dropped to my stomach.

Commando was standing at the end of the aisle. I had never seen him in a suit before, and I couldn’t believe how absolutely gorgeous he looked.