Ghost walks into church, and Whack tells him to take a seat with us. I give Ghost a look of ‘whatever’ as I lean over and pat his hand. He gives me a look of ‘calm yourself’ before he gives his attention to Whack.
“Okay, Thorn, we are here today so you can sort this shit out with your father once and for all. Stop being so fuckin’ stubborn. He’s explained all that went on, and why. I agree he should have checked you were okay and not relied on this so-called friend. But what’s done is done. You both need to pay the asshole a visit, and if he’s spent the bread, then you take it out of his ass.” Whack has his elbows on the table, and he’s laid it out without us saying anything.
“Why are we here?” I ask Bri before turning to look at Marcia.
“Well, at this moment I’m not sure,” Bri replies, and we all look at Ghost who is chuckling.
Thorn gives me a serious look. “You organized this didn’t you, Molly?”
Swallowing hard because the look isn’t one I’ve seen on his face before, and I’m not sure I like it. “Yes, along with Bri and Marcia. We don’t want you hurting anymore, Thorn. You could have your father in your life from this point. Don’t miss out on that because of the past. He didn’t do everything right I agree, but his intentions were good, and Whack is right, you both need to see this asshole who has stolen the money and thrown you to the wolves.” Now I get more excited as I’m speaking, and Thorn knows me well enough now to know something is coming. “How about I come too? I can shoot his ass, you know I can…”
“NO, Molly, stand down!” Whack shouts, and I blink, realizing I’ve gone off on one again. Bri and Marcia are giggling, and Ghost has a hand over his mouth to stop anyone seeing him laugh. But his chest is shaking, so it’s a bit of a lost cause trying to hide the fact. Whack’s eyes are sparkling, and Thorn looks shocked.
“Sorry,” I lamely state, right before folding my arms and leaning back in my seat.
“I’ll speak with Ghost. I’m okay with trying a relationship with my father, Molly. It will take some time, but I think we’ll be okay. The fact that you care so much, along with Bri and Marcia means such a lot to me, so don’t think I don’t appreciate what you all have done.” Thorn looks at his father, then continues. “Let’s spend some time together. Clear the air and go meet your friend.”
Ghost quickly agrees, and Whack looks at me still with humor in his tone. “Off you go, and start with this decorating shit. I have brothers standing at the ready. Vortex said that anything you need cut he’s all yours.”
“We’re being dismissed, Molly. You know we organized all this and now we are being dismissed…” Bri grumbles as we walk out of church. Don’t think we miss the fact Whack is laughing at Bri’s comments either.
We spend the afternoon hanging ribbons, Sam heads fromTrick ‘r Treatin black and in cream. They are being used between the black and cream ribbons we are placing around the ceiling of the clubhouse. We have black and cream roses scattered around in vases with skulls on them. It’s more like Halloween than a wedding, but I never said I was the soft and fluffy kind of person.
Outside in the compound, Hellion is finishing an archway where we will stand together, and I’m sure Whack is going to look good on the other side of it while acting as officiant. If I’m honest he has been great throughout all this, and I mean from my being brought here after the kidnapping to now. I will always have his back no matter what or why. He has more than earned my loyalty and respect.
Vortex has been true to his word and has cut all the ribbon to length, cut the flowers so they sit in the vases as I want them to. He even showed me how to spin a knife in my hand, all the while whispering to me it wouldscare the fuck out of the club girls.I looked up at him with a devilish glint in my eye as I twirled his knife gleefully.
Clubhouse is ready. Black and cream ribbons, bows, skulls, vases, flowers and a black carpet leading outside to the archway where I’ll get married to Breaker. This, to me is perfect. None of the frilly, fancy stuff you see at weddings. I wanted my wedding to be different, and it sure is different; no one can argue that.
The evening passed quickly, and getting the call from Cannon saying they had Breaker, and I wouldn’t see him until tomorrow when we got married had me wondering what they were doing with him. But Cannon quickly put my mind at rest that he was at Saddle’s house and having a few beers, chilling out. Nothing for me to worry about.
Bri and Marcia arrive early the next morning. We eat a small breakfast before getting ready for the wedding. I took a shower and put on new, delicate, lace lingerie. The strapless bra, thankfully, sits well. I was worried because the last strapless one I had kept slipping down and the girls nearly falling out.
My hair we dried and pulled the top half back, fastening that with a clip that had a black rose. It sits nicely at the back of my head while the bottom half of my hair stays loose. We curled it slightly, so it had some waves as it lay down my back. We pulled a few wispy bits out at the sides of my temple to keep a softness around my face.
Standing in my black and white dress, black shoes with a posy of black and white roses with baby’s breath surrounding the roses, I can’t help but think about how far I’ve come from being kidnapped to being married.
An hour later, I’m standing next to Vortex, who is walking me down the aisle, well the black carpet, to Breaker. Who would have thought he would threaten anyone to take his place, even getting his blade out and pointing it at Cannon when he suggested he should walk me to Breaker. Me? I kept quiet and let them argue it out. I don’t care as long as I get to Breaker.
Walking toward Breaker, I can’t say how handsome he looks to me. He’s in black pants, a white shirt and of course, wearing his cut. His hair is styled as always with fresh marks on each side of his skull. Yeah, he’s been to Andy's for a haircut.
Vortex hands me over to Breaker, and as he does he mumbles,“You fuck this up and I’ll fuck you up.”
“Yeah, of course you will.” Breaker replies quietly, but they stare each other down for a moment. I flick my eyes to Whack who does that eye roll again, which has me giggling.
“Dear brothers, Bri, and Marcia.” Whack looks around, and he ignores the fact that the club girls are standing at the back near the clubhouse wall. “We are gathered here to marry Molly to the asshole, Breaker.”
I giggle again, because yeah, I thought it would be as unusual as the decorations, but I didn’t imagine this.
“Molly Brookes do you take Wyatt Alexander as your husband until you die?” Whack asks, and I am surprised because usually the man would be asked first, I think?
“I do,” I quickly reply, giving Breaker a huge smile.
Now, Breaker is frowning at Whack presumably because the service is so bad, and I keep giggling quietly to myself because this is just hilarious if I’m being honest.
“Wyatt Alexander, known as Breaker, do you take Molly Brookes to be your wife until you die? Leaving out all the club girls and any other pussy that is placed before you?” Whack scowls at Breaker, and I hear Bri and Marcia laughing behind us. Honestly, this is the weirdest wedding I’ve attended, and it just had to be mine.
“I do,” Breaker responds but gives Whack a nasty look at the same time.
