“The new casino is ready, but the Cartel is roaming around here, in my territory. I’m not sure if they want to try to get at my Old Lady. We’re spread thin, and I would appreciate it if you could help us do security runs for a few weeks,” Moose says, rubbing his beard.
“We can do that,” Lethal says, nodding.
“Fuckintastic,” Moose says, nodding.
“I want to have a day because Karla and I are getting married here,” I say, looking at Moose.
“Congratulations! How about you getting married in our new casino chapel? We can do the reception in the hall,” Moose says, smiling.
“Fuck! That’s fuckintastic. I think that works,” I say, nodding.
“Let’s get that done, so we get onto the runs,” Moose says, looking at me. “How about in two days. That gives you time to get your Old Lady what she needs for the wedding.”
“Perfect,” I say.
Two days later.
The minutes are passing, and I’m waiting for Karla. What takes women so long? I look at my Brothers; they’re smirking and enjoying my anxiety.
Motherfuckers!
Finally, the music starts, and Karla starts walking towards me. My heart skips a beat, and I stare at her. She looks like a queen, yeah, my queen.
Karla’s face has a faint blush, her eyes sparkle, and her smile is blinding. She looks so happy, and I’m going to always put that smile on her face until my last breath.
Finally, she’s standing in front of me, and I take her hands, gazing into her eyes.
“Karla, you look beautiful, my perfect queen.”
“Ace, you look like my king,” She whispers.
The Priest, yeah, Karla insisted, so I’m good. The Priest starts talking, and I respond, "I do”, and my chest tightens.
But when it’s Karla’s turn, when she says, “I do”, the emotions threaten to choke me. I inhale deeply and exhale to control the fucking emotions.
“You can now kiss the bride,” the Priest says.
I move my hand to her waist and my other hand to her neck. I pull her closer, gazing into her eyes.
“I love you, Karla Miller.”
“I love you, Ace Miller.”
I kiss her softly across her lips, and then I slide my tongue into her mouth. I feel her tremble, and I explore every little nook, and tangle our tongues in a deep, hungry kiss.
Epilogue
Killer
Weeks later.
The clubhouse is loud, music blaring, and the Brothers are having fun with the club whores. I have Karla on my lap, and I am drinking a beer at the bar.
My Old Lady, my wife, is gorgeous. I swear that she is glowing. I kiss her neck and inhale her delicious scent.
“I enjoyed being at the Vegas clubhouse; it’s different from this clubhouse,” Karla says, looking at the chaos. “I miss Kassandra, she’s so much fun.”
“Yeah, a little more mellow since Moose’s Old Lady is after the club whores,” I say, smirking.
