Sarah
One month later.
I'm playing with the invitation in my hands, we hadn't made any formal cards; we had simply printed our address, time and day.
My eyes dart from my ring to the door of the club. I want to do this, but I'm afraid Rage won't take it too well.
Knuckles hit the window of my car, making me jump out of my seat, Viking is smiling at me from the other side.
My window rolls down and his deep voice fills my car.
“Look who decided to show up! Hello darling,” his hair is still as perfect as ever, falling over his sculpted, manly face. “Looking for Hollywood?”
“I still don't know who I'm looking for...” I whisper.
“What was that?”
“Rage, I'm looking for Rage, is he in there?”
Viking smiles at me mischievously. “Let me go check, I'm not sure,” he walks away from my car and gets lost behind the door.
I wait for him, trying to calm down my heart. Why does Rage make me so nervous?
“Because he's scary,”Life adds.
Right.
Viking's head appears, signaling me to come in.
Shit.
I hide the card inside my back pocket of my jeans and get out of the car.
The last time I was here, it was packed, and music was blasting so hard that my body vibrates. Now it seemed like a workplace, quiet, clean and calm.
Carter is leaving Rage's office; his concern face makes me roll my eyes.
“Does Bruno know you are here?” he accuses me, crossing his arms over his chest.
“He knows,” I sigh “Don’t worry, you don't have to tell on me with daddy.”
“Daddy? Ew.”
As much as my tone says, ‘Bruno is fine with it’, the reality is quite the opposite; his reaction was not too positive. In fact, I clearly remember his words, "There's no way you're going there," and "I'm going with you,” along with more explicit things not worth mentioning, the fact that I am here and alone, says a lot about who had won the battle, doesn't it?
Carter gives me one of his most dazzling smiles and strokes my hair as if I were an obedient puppy.
“Do you want me to come in with you? He's a little grumpy today.”
“That’s his default state.”
“You’re right,” Carter says. “Are you gonna tell him about the wedding?”
“Yep, actually I’m inviting him.”
“What?!”
“Yeah…”
