Renny (The Henchmen MC 6)

See, they were sneaky. They came up on me slowly, one by one or two by two, never letting me see what, exactly, it was like when they got all together.

For me, Janie, Lo, Alex, Maze, Summer, and Penny were all old news. But with Janie, Lo, Alex, Maze, Summer, and Penny... came the rest of the girls club. That introduced me formally to Amelia, Shooter's wife, and Elsie, Paine's wife.

I was sitting at a table covered in bridal magazines full of wedding gowns and centerpieces and venues and floral arrangements and different fonts for invitations and bakeries to taste test cakes at.

But they weren't the problem. Oh, no. I had all of that figured out in less than twenty minutes.

The problem?

That would be the fact that Alex and Janie would not wear dresses. And Elsie and Lo really preferred to not be in heels. But, then again, Penny would like the highest heels possible given that she was practically child-sized. Then we had to add in body shapes. Because Amelia would prefer something that drew attention away from her thighs and Lo wanted something to understate her breasts and Elsie and Maze, well, they were fans of their legs.

Really, the list of considerations for bridesmaid dresses was starting to make me genuinely think that, hey, hopping a plane and getting married in Vegas by Elvis wasn't that cheesy, right?

My gaze shifted over toward Ashley who had been sitting there perfectly quiet watching the goings-on with no small bit of amusement. She looked over and shrugged a shoulder. "I say you move this whole shindig to the beach and, if they don't quit their bitching, make every last one of them wear a G-string bikini."

That effectively shut up a lot of the conversation, Janie's gaze going to me. "You wouldn't."

"Wouldn't I?" I asked with a small smile.

"Why not just make it simple and say... everyone wears something black that they feel hot as shit in?" Alex supplied, always being the more impatient and level-headed of the girls club.

I looked down at my notes, scratching out the theme colors, for which I had chosen white (obviously) and a sage green and scribbled in black instead. "Alright. That's the plan then. Wear black. And for God's sake, I don't want to hear another word about hemlines or necklines."

I would swear, even giving them all the license to dress how they preferred, there was still some upset among the group.

I had a feeling that maybe by giving in so quickly (though it felt like the argument had gone on for days), that I had somehow ruined a tradition among the women.

But I was hoping, for all future members of the girls club's sake, I was making the tradition an easier one.Renny- 1.5 years"I'm not fixing the fuckin' thing again," Shooter supplied as I tugged at my tie for the fifth time that afternoon.

I hadn't worn a tie since I was a teenager. I had somehow gotten away with just a suit at all the other weddings I had needed to attend over the years. No one was ever paying that close of attention to me.

That couldn't exactly be said of my wedding day though.

As a whole, I was never a nervous person.

But standing in the room down the hall from the spot where I was going to marry Mina, yeah, I was freaking out a little.

Not because I wasn't sure I loved her and would continue to love her. I had never been more sure of anything in my life.

It was something deeper than that, more long-buried than that. It was some old demons rearing their ugly heads.

"Renny," Reeve's voice called, making my head snap up to find him standing in the open doorway.

"Yeah?"

"Mina wants to see you," he said, jerking his head toward the hallway.

Mina and Reeve had seemed to form a certain bond after the afternoon she dumped me a year and a half before. And after she finally learned his history, because one night he trusted her enough to tell her, well before any of the rest of us found out, it had gotten to be an even deeper connection.

As such, it was almost fitting he was the one walking me toward her room, that he was actually going to be the one giving her away since there was no way in ever-loving hell we were going to have her actual father do so or even be invited to the wedding.

"She alright?" I asked as we got closer to her door.

Reeve stopped just outside it, giving me a long look. "Nope," he declared, but did it with a smirk before clamping a hand on my shoulder and moving away.

Curious, I reached for the handle and went inside. At the sound, Mina swiveled around from where she had been sitting facing the triple vanity mirror.