That is how I end up with an unusual wedding outfit, but to add an amazing final touch, Molly is designing something for Bri and Marcia as my bridesmaids. Their dresses will be white where mine is black, and black where mine is white. It’s going to be fantastic I’m sure, and if it’s not, it’s called tough because it’s my wedding and I love it.
CHAPTER 30
*~* Breaker *~*
What the fuck is wrong with Fury? He’s snarling at anyone who looks in his general direction. I can see Wraith is ready to explode, and if those two go at it, we’ll have a heck of a job separating them. Floss wanders over to him, wrapping her arm around his waist, and I’m amazed he slings his arm around her shoulder and walks toward his room with her.
“Fuckin’ idiot,” I hear snarled, and turn to see Rage leaning against the bar giving Fury a disgusted look.
“What’s it got to do with you?” Fury snarls, and Rage smirks…Fuck, it's that nasty smirk that says shit's gonna hit the fan any moment.
“Nothin’, absolutely nothing.” Fury turns to walk away again with Floss. Then Rage continues, “But since you don’t want Jamie anymore, I’m gonna take my shot.”
Fury roars, turning fast, which has Floss staggering away from him. I jump to my feet, but not fast enough to get between the two of them to stop the brawl that ensues.
Fury punches Rage in the gut, and although the wind rushes out of him Rage doesn’t pause in his return punch, which hits Fury on the jawline, sending him flying backwards.
Fists are flying fast, and I jump into the middle of them while Griller steps up at the same time. I grab Rage, and Griller grabs Fury, stopping them both in their tracks. But it is a bellow from Whack that brings everyone to stand quietly and wait for what happens next.
Whack gives both of them a harsh look, and snarls. “My office, now…”
We all watch as Fury and Rage walk into the Pres’s office, and I wouldn’t want to be in Fury’s shoes right now. Rage doesn’t give a fuck, and when he turns and winks at me I know he did this on purpose to get Fury in the office and face up to whatever is going on with him and Jamie. It has to be about Jamie because of his reaction to Rage’s comment about her. This is going to be interesting, and we all will watch and wait for what happens next.
It takes only minutes for an explosion of shouting to erupt from Whack's office, and it is Whack who is doing the shouting. If I were the one getting that anger thrown at me I’d seriously be thinking about what I’d done. I’ve only ever had Whack angry at me once, and I have to tell you it is not a pleasant experience.
When Fury and Rage walk out of the office, Fury is red in the face and struggling to hold back his emotions. Rage, however, is looking smug and again winks at me as he walks past. Shaking my head, I grin at his antics, because honestly he’s not worried at all about any aftermath of this mess.
I finish my drink and give Leo, the prospect behind the bar, a nod as I pass him my empty mug. I walk out of the clubhouse and straddle my hog, running my hand down her tank and thinking how beautiful she is. Firing her up I cruise out of the compound, shocked when I see Fury on the gate. Damn, he’s got punishment! I give a tip of my fingers to my helmet as I pass through the gate, and right before I pull some power from this baby between my legs.
Walking into the sports store, I head for the hoodies. They have some here that I may like, but I’m not one for being a walking advertisement. ‘Advertisement!’ Turning my ass around, I head to the craft shop that Molly used when she had her placard-walking moment. Maybe this woman can help?
Half an hour later, I walk back to my hog, and I’m feeling smug as fuck. I can imagine this is going to cause a storm, and I can’t wait.
Back at the clubhouse I knock on Whack’s office door and am told to enter as I push it slightly more to see if he is busy. Entering, I give Pattie a smile as she is sitting next to Whack’s desk with a folder in front of her.
“Continue, Pattie. Breaker, give us a minute.” Whack pays attention to Pattie again, and I listen to her explanation of what she wants to cover for the club businesses.
“If we cover the website with customer reviews alongside a photograph of their vehicle, it will show how reliable you allare. It could work as it’s different from the normal websites we see.” Pattie passes a piece of paper to Whack with an image of a website on it. He studies it carefully before he speaks. That is a typical reaction for Whack, and we all know to wait for him to say whatever he wants, even if it feels like… eventually.
“I like this, Pattie. Go with it and maybe add the roadside recovery business to it because that is a huge part of the club's income at this time. Getting out of the illegal shit has left us needing to get the business up and running, and quickly.” Passing the paperwork back to Pattie, Whack leans back in his seat. “Think about what you can do if we get the bar. We are awaiting the owner's decision on the offer we put forward. But it’s not gonna be a titty bar; the days of that have diminished, but a bar where we can accommodate the younger generation. There isn’t much around here for them, and we could offer them somewhere to go on weekends.”
I allow my mind to wander while they carry on their conversation. My mind thinks about Molly laid out in bed, rosy cheeks and a sheen of sweat beaded on her forehead. Who would have thought an orgasm…
“Breaker…Breaker, pay fucking attention.” Shaking my head, I realize I’ve been caught out when Whack chuckles.
“Sorry, Pres,” I quickly get myself together, and see that Pattie has left the office.
“So, what do you want?” Whack leans forward, elbows on the desk and giving me his attention.
Clearing my throat, I quickly ask. “Molly and I are getting married, and we want to do that here at the clubhouse, with all my brothers attending. Will you marry us?”
“About fucking time you asked me, and yeah I will. Any idea what they want to do with the clubhouse? I hope they are not wanting to put fucking flowers, bows and other shit all over the place.” Whack gives me such a disgusted look at the thought that I burst out laughing.
“Not that I know of, but I told her they had to discuss anything with you relating to the wedding and the way they want to decorate for it. Molly was happy to do that, so you’ll be getting a visit from the old ladies any day now I’m sure.”
Whack points at me. “Make sure she knows we wear our cuts, and not some monkey suit. If she insists on that shit she’ll be getting married to herself.”
Now I must have a look of horror on my face as Whack bursts out laughing. “I’ll deal with that, and fast,” I reply and jump up from my seat ready to leave the office, when Cannon walks in with Ghost behind him.
