I was a second-generation Disciple. My fucking father was a founding member. How the hell was I supposed to walk away from the only family I’d ever known?
And on the other hand, how the fuck did I forgive them for something like this?
“I don’t know.”
Her fingers teased along the hair on my chest, before she mused, “Can’t you just fake it until you figure out if you can live with it?”
I sucked the back of my teeth and raised my brows, “I guess I’m gonna have to.”
I kissed her head and urged her off the bed.
We had a big day ahead of us. I didn’t mind sharing it with them, but nobody would steal her thunder. Not today.
This was her day. Our day.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
His
Crystal
I shook all the way down to the altar.
It felt like I was playing dress up, a part of me was waiting for Anthony to say it was all a joke. Even as I scrawled my name on the marriage certificate and watched everyone else do the same, it still felt surreal.
He gave my hand a squeeze, but when I looked up at him, he just smiled and stared into my eyes.
“You ready?”
“For what?”
He grunted and canted his head, “Whatever life throws at us. It’s me and you now.”
He kissed my knuckles and I bit my lip, as tears burned my eyes.
Joplin was the only person I’d invited.
My mother could find out in the newspaper like everyone else.
I let him lead me out of the church my granny used to love and was so lost in that moment, that I didn’t notice what was in front of us until he opened the door of the Camaro.
“What is this?”
It was gorgeous, that’s what it was.
“You like it?”
“Like it?” I scoffed.
“It was the nicest one I could get my hands on. So, it had to belong to my queen.” He kissed my forehead and nodded at the driver’s seat. “Get in.”
I glanced back at Joplin and Daisy and did as he requested. The new car smell hit me instantly.
“There was only a little over a thousand of them produced like this. It’s a special one,” he explained, while running his hand over my leg.
“Start it, come on. We’re going to Peoria for the weekend.”
“Peoria…” I repeated.
