“There’s no way our Cage would marry that thing, heck, look at her dress, clearly she wants to trap him, it looks like a wedding dress,” Mixy says yet again, and I lock eyes with Dad's tearful ones that now show anger. He’s partly pissed at me because he can see I have indeed married Drew, and the other half is with Mixy.
“All in favor of Cage to take over the presidency patch say, Aye!” Dad commands loudly, and I swallow hard as in unison the brothers shout, “Aye!”
I look around the room and see every brother looking at me and pride shoots through me, pride and fucking awe that they still want me as their Pres…
“I swear if she doesn’t let go of Cage in a minute, I’m going to punch her!” Mixy threatens with more need, hearing I’m now president just as Mom accuses, “You got married without us there?”
I don’t take my eyes off Mixy. “I did,” I admit and Mixy looks at me with wide eyes as I declare, “That bitch just insulted my pregnant wife.”
Dad adds, “And old lady,” and I look to see him holding up a property patch and I swallow hard seeing ‘Little Bird’ stitched on the left breast.
Not taking my eyes off the cut, I call, “All in favor of Mixy to be kicked out of the club and to be removed off all club premises?”
Again, in unison, the brothers shout, “Aye!” showing me they have my back, including against a club bunny everyone likes.
Mixy gasps in shock and pleads, “I-I didn’t, Cage, please, you and I were, I mean, I thought…”
I ignore her as a prospect grabs her arm and drags her toward the door while he eyes me with fear.
Hmm… I narrow my eyes at him, and I see the sweat before something catches my attention, something that he’s tried to cover up with makeup.
Son of a bitch…
"He’s new, Cage," Dad chuckles which soon stops when I state, "He’s also a traitor. He has the Charger mark on his neck!"
Dad looks at the prospect in shock, who literally throws Mixy to the floor making her scream and runs towards the door.
I don’t hesitate. I grab my gun and shoot once, hitting the back of his head. He flops down as I hear Mom mutter, “Well, I’m glad Willow wasn’t here to see that…”
Shit, I forgot about Willow, the cute little four-year-old who I’ve only met a handful of times….
"Bellamy!" Drew snaps and everyone looks at her in shock while another prospect grabs a protesting Mixy as she tries to get out of his grip that only makes him roll his eyes and drag her harder all while my girl’s anger echoes.
Oh shit, she sounds pissed. I wince, turning and eyeing her with caution.
“Shit, son, you’ve angered her,” Dad mutters, and I swallow hard, suddenly hoping she loves my cock too much to break it.
“What did I say about shooting people in the head in front of me?!” she growls, hands on her hips and she adds, “On our wedding day of all days!”
“Why isn’t she panicking and running for the hills?” I hear Clarisse, Clark, and Crash’s mom ask, and I clear my throat.
“Little bird, he would have harmed you. I won’t have that,” I say with caution after checking how far she is, making sure I’msafe. “Unless you want me to turn my ass around and drag you back to Rose Hill, so I know you are safe?!”
Protests instantly begin to be shouted, and Drew rolls her eyes as she walks my way and instantly my guard goes up along with fear for my cock.
“We both know that won’t ever happen, you just don’t want me to break your cock like I did to Drake when he attacked me,” she says, and the brothers, who weren’t aware of what she did, take a step back, looking at her with caution.
“Did it work?” I ask with a raised brow.
She scrunches her nose and mutters, “Unfortunately,” and I chuckle, wrap my arm around her waist, and look at the brothers. Their eyes are wide, seeing our interaction, or more the fact she controlled my anger.
I clear my throat and say, “Brothers, I would like for you to meet the sole reason I’m not dead in a ditch somewhere,” Drew grips the back of my cut, “The reason I’ve gone on the straight and narrow. The reason I’ve decided to come home, my wife, Drew Martinez. But I believe you all know her father, Joel Taylor.” Every brother stands straight as they look at my girl, trying to see the resemblance, and I grin as I lock eyes with Dad and admit, “Now known as Greasy because there was no way he was going to allow his daughter to move to his hometown without him.”
“Fuck, I get my son and best friend back?” Dad chokes, and I nod, causing him to bite his fist to control his emotions while the brothers cheer, and I take a deep breath, waiting for them to calm down.
"I know I’ve messed up a lot," I rasp, "I’ve drowned in sorrow, guilt, and shame. I’m sorry to everyone in this room for not being man enough to face my ghosts. The fact you all still want me—it means a fucking lot."
“Welcome home, brother,” Blaze says as he walks over to me and hugs me tightly, causing my girl to take another step back, and I just see Trick wrap his arm around her. I tighten my hold on Blaze, knowing she’s in safe hands before my sister and mother swarm us.
