“Dad?” Tatiana croaks.
I’m about to speak when Winter walks over to us. “Change of plans, wedding will be here.” And she walks away.
Thank fuck! That was one more worry I had with this fuckin hit.
“Son, spit the shit out. I need to get back with the children.” My ma sighs, already exasperated with me.
“The hit is on the four of you and Winter. It’s probably a Russian Mafia hit, so take this shit seriously. It has nothing to do with the club and everything to do with Winter knowin you. I mean it. You better take this shit seriously. Piper and Storm, your shifts at Club Sated will be heavily guarded. You won’t fuckin leave this compound without at least three club members, got me?”
I wait for them to nod their heads in understanding before I continue.
“Tatiana, I swear I will fuckin tan your ass if you leave without at least three men at any time. Do you fuckin get me kid?”
“Yeah dad, I understand.” She whispers wiping a tear from her eye. Everyone hates when lockdown gets even heavier. Not to mention someone wants her dead. Hate to say it but I’m glad my kid is crying. It means she understands.
“Ma,” I begin to say and she holds up her hand.
“I won’t leave without James.” She answers.
“Fuckinfanstic.”
***
Chapter 13
It’s a Breakneck Wedding Chapter
Part One
Storm
I watch as Winter and Braxxon exchange their vowels. The wedding so far has gone off without a hitch. The guest list did get cut in half due to the lockdown because Braxxon made Winter compromise. Either get married by the Justice of Peace or cut the guest list down. The rehearsal was hilarious. Picture getting a bunch of biker men trying to line up and walk the right person down the aisle. Funny shit. I’ve never seen Winter get so red in the face. She was clearly frustrated with them and trying not to blow a lid. I love the color scheme she picked out though. It screams Breakneck, red and black everything, even the roses and her dress match.
The preacher says you may now kiss your bride, and Braxxon literally jerks Winter to him roughly and ascends an assault on her. The guests laugh and cheer as he continues to tongue her to death in front of everyone. The preacher sighs and calmly folds his bible up waiting for them to finish so that he may announce them. Finally, Winter slaps Braxxon’s shoulder, and he lets go of her. I look over at ZZ to find him watching me…
***
ZZ
My palms are fuckin sweatin like a motherfucker right now. In just a minute, I’ll have to escort Storm down the aisle. I don’t need to get a boner in this damn tuxedo. I’m still pissed off Winter made us wear this shit. I’m a fuckin biker; we don’t wear tuxedos. Thank fuck we’re allowed to change for the reception. My mind goes back to Storm. Beautiful, hot, sexy Storm. I’ve made my mind up that she also looks fuckin delicious in red. Sinfully fuckin delicious, like an apple. Just like her name. You know when you look at a plump, fresh apple, and your mouth starts watering as your mind thinks about how fucking good it is? Storm looks like that right now. Fuck yeah she does.
I revert my attention back to Braxxon who is mauling the hell outta Winter. He looks fuckin happy. I can’t believe he gave up all the pussy in the world for just one. Must be one hell of a lay.
Storm.
I bet she’s awesome in the sack, and up against a wall, and on a counter, and on my bike, or in the shower. Dammit!
I look back over at her. Why can’t I stop fuckin lookin at her? Shit. She just caught my ass. As if I haven’t lead the bitch on enough. Dammit, it’s time to walk down the aisle now.
***
Shado
Tatiana and I are the last to follow down the aisle after the ceremony is over. As soon as I lace my arm with hers, I immediately wanna pull it away. She’s stiff and doesn’t want me near her, and I don’t fuckin blame her. I’ve pissed her off by askin that chick from the dress store to come here with me as my date. I didn’t wanna bring a stupid fuckin date. But damn Storm said I should have one. If Tatiana would only understand that little Barbie bitch isn’t even gonna get a kiss from me, she would understand.
I don’t do regular chicks. Prim, proper bitches don’t get my motor runner. I just have certain tastes and needs. Little Barbie just wouldn’t cut it.
We’re standing in a line as the guests say their congrats and shit to Winter and Braxxon, and Tatiana is barely smiling as people shake our hands.
“Stop lookin at me Shadow. I can feel your eyes on me every damn time. Go play with Miss America!” T growls at me, before stepping outta line and going inside.
Shit!
The entire stupid bridal party is lookin at me.
I force a smile, which I never fuckin do; smilin is for the damn birds, and I walk inside to try patching things up with T.
***
Sniper
I’m laughing alongside Piper when I hear Tatiana start going off on Shadow. Piper and I stop to listen and watch as Tatiana storms off. Piper shrugs and just smiles at me. I love this girl. She’s fucking awesome. She’s free spirited, and if I were a chick, I would say that she’s also my best friend. She’s not afraid to laugh, get dirty, cry, have a little fun; she’s just fuckin awesome. When I told her about the chick in the dress store turning me down, she just smiled and said ‘you can’t get them all Snipe’. I then replied with ‘yes I can’.
“I’m ready to get the hell outta these heels,” Piper groans.
I look down at her feet. “No. Don’t. Those are some hot shoes.”
“Hot, but a fuckin pain in my butt cheeks.”
“What?” I laugh.
“My ass cheeks hurt. Swear they do. Every time I take a step, it feels like my ass muscles are pulling.”
“You’re a nut,” I laugh as I jerk her into a hug and kiss her forehead. She groans, wiping off my slobber.
“That’s why you love me,” she says, seriously.
“Very true,” I reply.
***
Piper
If Sniper slobbers on my forehead one more time, I’m liable to rip off his tongue. I love the dude, but dammit, I hate when he does that. He does it all slobbery on purpose. He knows it pisses me off.
He’s lucky I love him.
We’re the fun ones outta the group, both searching for love while living our life to the fullest. It wasn’t a shock when Sniper and I hit it off. He’s a talker, and I love a man that’s a talker. Sniper’s not afraid to show that he’s a badass that has a heart. That’s what makes him the most different outta this bunch. He cares, and he’s not afraid to show it. He’s also a deadly fuckin weapon. Watching him shoot guns in the desert is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen. When he parts his legs, his jeans hanging low, and his boxers show… sexiest thing ever!
“I’m ready for a damn shot,” he says, grabbing my hand and dragging me off towards the bar setup outside.
“I’m going to change my damn shoes,” I grumble, trying to jerk free.
“No, you’re not.” He grips at me tighter.
“You’re being a bastard.” I grit out.
“But that’s why you love me,” he jokes.
“Very true,” I repeat his words to me.
***
Rap
I’m rapping when a blonde comes to sit next to me at my table. She’s the chick that came in with Shadow. Where the fuck is he anyways?
“You’re a white rapper?” She asks.
Seriously?
I stick out my hand and greet her. “I’m Rap.” She takes my hand in hers, and I shake it. I have manners dammit.
“Nice to meet you Rap. I’m Alice.” Hmm. Not sure the name fits her.
“To answer your question, yes I rap. Hence the name. Where’s your date?”
Yes, I’m a forward guy. It’s best just to cut through all the bullshit.
“He went chasing after some girl. I don’t care though. It’s interesting to see how… to see how bikers might celebrate a wedding.” Ah, I knew I smelled a nosey bitch.
“Is that the only reason you came with Shadow?” I smart off.
“That and he’s hot.” She shrugs.
The door flings open and Tatiana storms out into the courtyard straight towards ZZ. Oh shit!
“Dad, get your fuckin boy away from me. I’m seriously gonna fuckin leave if you don’t.”
Dammit, Shadow. Just leave the damn girl alone. He’s causing a scene. Fuck, I may be a new member and young, but shit, it’s a fuckin wedding for Christ’s sakes.
Shadow walks up beside them and crosses his arms. “All she’s gotta do is tell me she’s okay and I’ll leave her alone.” He says, causing Tatiana to jump.
“Jesus, stop doing that! What is wrong with you?” she shrieks.
I gotta admit the fucker is a pretty damn sneaky bastard.
“Tatiana just tell him you’re okay,” ZZ growls.
“Fine! I’m fuckin okay. Now stop following me around and get back to your date!” She growls, looking around for Alice, I guess. “There she is. Now leave me the hell alone!” And she stomps off.
“She’s pretty mad. Is that his girlfriend?” Alice whispers beside me.
“Nope,” I answer taking a drink of my beer. This shit is entertaining. You would think the drama would bother Winter because it’s her wedding, but when I look over at her, she’s just smiling and shaking her head. She’s one cool bitch.
“Well I guess I’m gonna head out. This is too much drama for me,” Alice says standing up.
I laugh and just wave.
***
Chapter 13
Part Two
Winter
I’m sitting next to my husband.
MY HUSBAND!
I love the sound of that. Braxxon and I are watching the drama unfold with Tatiana and Shadow. The dude had it coming.
“I hope she smacks him good a few times,” I laugh, taking a sip of my wine.
Braxxon jerks me and my chair closer towards him, and starts nuzzling my neck. “Why do you hope that?” He murmurs against my skin, causing goose bumps to trickle along my arms.
“He’s basically leading her on. Actions and words can seriously be misconstrued if a person isn’t careful. The little fucker acts like he cares one moment and the next he doesn’t want nothing to do with her, so when he brings a date, she has every right to push him far away.” I grumble, setting my wine glass down, waiting for my reception to begin.
“My wise wife,” he chuckles, intertwining our hands.
I scowl at his smartassery.
“Just because it’s our wedding night doesn’t mean I have to give you any pussy, just so you know.” I say raising my left eyebrow. Pointed looks hardly work with this man; I don’t know why I try.
“Angel,” he growls. “Don’t play games with me on my wedding night.”
Really? I want to laugh.
“Don’t growl at me, you beast. Don’t get smart with me,” I hiss. “I’m not one of your little Breakneck brothers. I’m your wife now.” I take another sip of my wine. It’s so delicious and expensive. The taste almost makes up for the cost.
“Don’t threaten me with takin’ my pussy from me and we’ll have a happy marriage.”
I sputter my wine.
“Oh good, as long as we’re clear…”
His fingers edge up to the pressure point on my wrist, and he growls. “Do I need to take my wife to our new bedroom?”
Leave our reception. Yes, please!
“Maybe?”
He stands quickly, knocking over his chair, jerking me up into a bridal style carry, and starts taking off into the building.
“What about our reception?” I squeal, kicking playfully.
“To hell with the reception, I need to fuck my wife.”
***
Braxxon
I can’t wait till I can get inside of her.
MY WIFE!
Fuck! Never thought I’d see the day I’d get married. She looks so fuckin beautiful. My Angel in red. Her hair is curly, sitting on top of her head just the way I love it. Her red dress hugs her sexy body tightly, and poufs out at the bottom. I wonder if I’ll be able to get it off her.
I take off up the stairs in the new building in search of our new room. We still have the shittastic one in the clubhouse, but Angel went all out for the room she’s gonna be stuck in when we’re on lockdowns like we are right now.
I reach the door handle, and it’s locked.
What the fuck?
“Oh shit, here.” Angel says digging into the top of her dress.
I smirk. “Why is our door locked, Angel?”
“It’s our damn room. Right now, this is our home. You always lock your home up.” She says matter of fact. “Besides, the house the girls and I we were gonna live in is no longer an option with the hit, and now we’re married, so all of my shit is here.”
I take the key from my wife and unlock the door without putting her down. I’m a biker, but I ain’t stupid. I know I gotta carry my woman over the threshold.
I’m in no hurry, so I shut the door quietly and walk her over to our new bed, gently setting her down.
Angel leans back on her elbows, watching my every move carefully.