Marked By The Devil (Devil's Riders 5)

Then she jumped clean off my lap.

“Oh, my GOD!”

I smiled at her and patted my lap.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. Come sit.”

“I am such an idiot!”

“No, you’re not. It’s not like you’ve ever been pregnant before.”

“I should be taking . . . vitamins! And stuff!”

“It’s okay. We’ll get all that. Let’s just take a test first.”

“Okay, I’ll go to the drug store.”

I smiled sheepishly.

“I already have some. In the hall closet.”

She stared at me and shook her head slowly.

“You knew before I did.”

“Looks that way. So, you want to take the test?”

She nodded and I followed her down the hall. I stood outside the door while she used the test. She was way too shy to pee with the door open. I kind of wanted to see her pee, but I didn’t tell her that.

She would have just called me a pervert. And the truth was, she would be right. I was a filthy, dirty pervert, but only where she was involved.

It’s been like that from the first moment I laid eyes on her.

The door opened and Molly stood there. She looked over her shoulder at the stick sitting on the countertop. Very slowly, we walked over to it together. We stared, not looking away as the little minus sign slowly turned into a plus.

I held her tightly, kissing her lips over and over again. Finally, I let go and she rested her head against my chest. I was gonna be a daddy.

“So, how about that last-minute wedding?”

That’s how I ended up standing on Jack’s roof deck a couple of days later, wearing a black suit. I was surrounded by the inner circle and a few other club guys. Preacher was there, drinking way too much tequila for a man of the cloth, even if the cloth was leather in his case. Tommy was the ringbearer, and we had loads of flower girls. He could walk now and was attending high school, though he was a couple of years behind. He had tutors and was taking extra classes and attending summer school to catch up.

He’d end up graduating a year or two behind where he would have. It was good enough. He was going to be okay.

He was wearing a gray suit jacket and jeans. He had a little flower in his jacket, just like the rest of the guys. We were ready. The girls, however, were nowhere to be found.

Molly hadn’t agreed to marry me that day. But she had agreed to marry me three days later. Jack and Janet had gone all out. The loft was tricked out below with tables and chairs surrounding an impromptu dance floor. The roof deck always looked festive with the string lights, but they’d gone above and beyond. Twinkling lights, flowers, and white bunting were everywhere.

Honestly, I can’t really believe they pulled it off so fast. But I owed them everything for doing it. I would give them anything, including a kidney.

Anything but my bride.

A redheaded little boy ran up and whispered in Preacher’s ear. He nodded and we all got into position. Mac played his guitar softly as we all turned to look at the stairs that opened onto the roof deck.

A soft breeze made the lights swing just so. It was the perfect night. We were lucky, I thought, just as the door swung open.

And then I ceased to think at all.

An angel was floating toward me. Her long, dark hair was loose, with flowers woven through it. Her beautiful face was serene, with just a hint of makeup. Her lips were extra-rosy and there was just a touch of shadow and liner around her gorgeous blue eyes. The dress was white silk, and it clung to her curves. She held a bouquet dripping with white flowers in her perfect little hands.

My mouth went dry as she walked toward me. My mouth must have been open because when she took her place beside me, she gently reached out and lifted my chin to close it. I smiled at her, feeling like a dope. The luckiest damn idiot in the entire world.

Then the ceremony began.

“We are gathered here today to bind these two in marriage. This filthy degenerate with this exquisite young beauty. Now, Miss, I have to tell you that you do not have to go through with this. There are always other fish in the sea, and if you like an older man in leather, there are plenty of options.”

I growled at the cheeky bastard and he winked at me. Molly giggled.

“Get on with it, Preacher.”

He looked at Molly.

“Are you sure, sweetheart?”

“I’m sure.”

He sighed dramatically.

“You always were a lucky bastard, Callaway.”

I smiled at him, feeling magnanimous. Molly hadn’t hesitated. She loved me. Preacher had a way with the ladies. He was in his late forties and wore his hair long, and his beard was pure white. Apparently, he turned down as many women as I did, and that was saying something.