“Why Vortex?” I ask.
Marcia laughs, “He’s the best with a knife, and whatever we need cut he’ll have it done fast. Oh, and Saddle…” Giving a look at Bri, “Can he keep Breaker out of the way so he sees nothing before he arrives on Saturday?”
Whack steps up to the table and gives us all a grin. “I’ll make sure Breaker and Saddle are out of the way.” He gives Bri a lookthat says he understands why she’s pissed off with Saddle, then continues. “Now, let me see your completed plans.”
Whack shoves a seat next to me, and I scoot my seat over a little. “I love this spooky type of feel to it,” Whack smirks. “Best idea you could have had, and I would not have allowed you to do all that frilly shit with bows and stuff in pink and blue, like one of those baby showers. Or even glitter everywhere. I mean it’s cheap as shit nowadays.”
We all look from one to another, and I’m keeping quiet because I’ve seen some weddings where they have glittery shit, as the bikers always call it, and it looked classy.
“So, we all good Whack?” Bri asks while placing all our plans back into the folder.
“Yeah, all good. I’ll get the boys to help so it doesn’t take too long. Saddle and Breaker will be banned until Saturday morning. I’m ready to say the words, Molly.”
“Thanks for all of this, Whack.” I lean over and kiss his cheek right before Breaker walks over and hauls me out of my seat. ‘Mine.’ He mumbles, and I roll my eyes and state loudly, ‘Neanderthal.’ Whack laughs as he walks away.
Bri is ignoring Saddle each time he tries to speak to her. I keep my eyes averted because it’s painful to watch him trying to worm his way back into her good books. How he thought allowing a club girl to paw all over him was not going to cause an issue, I don’t know.
“I have to collect the dresses. Are you two coming?” I ask as I watch Breaker walking back over to the bar.
“Yes,” Bri says and steps away from Saddle not even giving him the time of day. He sighs and walks back over to where Breaker is leaning on the bar watching what is happening.
Neil wanders over and gives me a chin lift. “I’ll drive you over and wait outside.”
“Thank you, Neil,” I reply. Neil is such a brilliant prospect, and I hope he’ll become a brother when the time comes. He has no family and has looked after himself since coming out of the system. He is here to belong to something, he fits, and fits well.
Walking out of the shop ninety minutes later, we are carrying our dresses in dress bags. Bri and Marcia looked beautiful in their dresses and, being the opposite of myself we looked fantastic standing side-by-side. Even Molly looked damp-eyed as she took photographs of us for her store showcase album. I have to admit I’m feeling smug because this is going to be awesome. I know it’s not your usual white or cream wedding, but we met while kidnapped and not in some romantic setting.
Back at the clubhouse we hide the dresses in Whack’s room, which is where we are going to get ready. He’s a tough man, but he is also a softie underneath. Well, when you get to know him, and he gets to see you as part of his family.
We have a quick bite to eat, and then I’m heading to the barber shop to see Thorn.
Breaker has been called away to do something for Whack, along with Griller. I'm not gonna ask since I was told it's not my place to pry, and I don't care what they're doing as long as they're okay. It's probably related to Ghost, considering he was called to the office before he left with Breaker and Griller.
Noah drove me to the barber shop, and he came inside, taking a seat in the shop area. I grin as I see Andy itching to get his hands on Noah’s hair. But the look Noah gave him stopped him from asking, even as his mouth had opened to do just that.
“Can I see the apartment?” I ask. Thorn, who is closest to the stairs gives me a nod and smile.
The place smells of fresh paint and cleaning fluids, but it’s a lavender smell rather than lemon. I hate the terrible lemon disinfectant smell, it’s rancid.
The apartment is stunning, and I think they have done a fantastic job of it. “Wow, I love the color you used. It’s a pastel shade of teal?”
“Yeah, we both liked it, so went with that. But when Cannon suggested we have the deep teal sofa, it just seemed to come together. We went with cream everywhere else in the room or it would have looked dark.” Thorn stands with his arms folded over his chest, and he looks nervous.
“I love it, the way you have used sheer curtains. It has kept the light coming into the room. Three large windows would look cold during winter, but the way you have them draped works well as you can drop them if you want to.” I give Thorn a look that tells him how impressed I am.
I look over the rest of the apartment, giving him all the positives I can without sounding sickly. But they have done a fantastic job of restoring the apartment. “The new cabinets in the kitchen are great, Thorn. The entire apartment looks fantastic, and I particularly like that you have kept it clutter-free.”
“Would you like a drink?” Thorn asks and looks a little embarrassed he hadn’t asked earlier.
“If you have a soda that would be good.” I give him a smile and take a seat on the sofa, settling back and wondering how I’m going to broach the topic of Ghost.
Once I have my soda, and Thorn has settled in the armchair that matches the sofa I might add, I decide to just go for it. “Thorn, I need you to listen to all I’m going to say without interrupting. Once I’ve said it, we can talk about it or I’ll never mention it again.”
Thorn looks at me with a slight squint to his eyes, but he gives me a nod to continue. I launch into everything that Ghost has told me, and I see the different emotions crossing Thorn's face. I witness shock, hurt, anger, and devastation, right before he leans forward and gives me another nod.
“I’ll think about what you have said, Molly. I can’t promise anything because I’ve felt angry for so long I’m not sure I can let it go. But I know of who you told me stole the money and ditched me. It explains a lot too because that somebody has dodged me for years, and I’ve always wondered if I had pissed him off somehow. Now I know it’s guilt that’s done it.” Thorn nods more to himself than to me, and I’m happy he allowed me to speak to him.
“I’ll leave it with you, Thorn. But in your shoes I would speak to Ghost, get the answers you need and then, if you decide no, then you at least have the facts.”
