I step inside and halt in my tracks. The clubhouse has been completely and utterly transformed. The main room, which is usually cluttered with pool tables, dartboards, and beer-stained furniture, has been cleared out. Rows of chairs are set up on either side of a makeshift aisle, all facing a makeshift altar at the far end of the room. It's not only the setup, but it's also the decorations.
White and gold fabric is draped along the walls, softening the space's rough edges. String lights are hung everywhere. Across the ceiling, along the bar, and wrapped around the support beams, casting a warm, golden glow over everything.
There are flowers, so many flowers. White roses, lilies, and greenery are arranged in tall vases along the aisle, on the bar, and on every available surface.
The altar is simple but beautiful. A wooden arch is wrapped in more greenery and white blooms, with two tall candles on either side.
The chairs are filled with MC members from both clubs, Death’s Gambit and Saints Outlaws, all dressed in their cuts, but cleaner than I've ever seen them. My family is here too, scattered among the brothers, all of them smiling. At the front, standing under the altar, is Frost.
He's wearing dark jeans, boots, and a crisp white button-down with the sleeves rolled up with his cut on. Frost stares at me like I'm the only person in the room. My breath catches, and it takes a moment for my brain to come back online.
“What do you think?”
I turn to see Vegas walking toward me, a rare smile on his face. I open my mouth, but no words come out. My eyes burn, and my throat is tight.
“Hope,” Amy hisses. “Don't you dare ruin that makeup. There's no time to fix it.”
I laugh and swipe at my eyes. “This is...” I look around again, taking it all in. “This is incredible.”
“We had some help,” Vegas says, nodding toward the brothers. “Both clubs pitched in. Figured you deserved a wedding, even if the universe tried to fuck it up.”
I laugh again, shaking my head. “Thank you, seriously, thank you. This means so much to us. I don't even know what else to say.”
“Don't say anything,” Vegas says. “Just get married.”
Hawk steps forward then, offering his arm to my mom. “Ma'am,” he says, his voice gruff but polite. “Please allow me to escort you to your seat.”
Mom smiles and takes his arm as he leads her down the aisle to the front row.
Vegas claps his hands together, the sound echoing through the room. “All right, people! Time to get married!”
He strides toward the front to take his seat, and the music shifts to something softer, more romantic.
Amy steps up beside me, holding her bouquet of white roses, and hands me a simple arrangement of stargazer lilies.
“Where’d you get these?” I ask. “I thought we were going with silk flowers.”
“We were, but a lot of them were ruined in the tent. We salvaged what we could,” she replies. “Besides, Vegas knows someone.”
I throw my head back and laugh. “Of course, he does.”
“Ready?” she asks, grinning.
I nod. My heart pounds in anticipation. Amy starts down the aisle, and I watch her go, my hands trembling as I clutch my bouquet.
My dad steps up beside me and offers his arm. “You ready, kiddo?” he asks, his voice thick with emotion.
I look up at him and back down the aisle at Frost, whose eyes are locked on mine.
I take a deep, calming breath. “You bet your ass I am.”
CHAPTER 16
FROST
FOUR HOURS EARLIER…
Ipull into the Saints Outlaws’ parking lot, and my eyes widen. The place is swarming with brothers. Guys are hauling chairs, stringing lights, and carrying armfuls of flowers. I kill the engine and sit there for a second, trying to process what the hell I'm looking at.
