Page 371 of Don’t Say Mafia

“Yes,” I said immediately.

He blinked. “Well . . . all right, then.”

Elvis lifted his hands. “By the power vested in me by the great state of Nevada and the spirit of rock and roll”—he grinned—“I now pronounce you husband and wife.”

I didn’t wait for anything else. I pulled Eden against me and kissed her. Her fingers clutched my shirt as I did it, and when her mouth opened against mine, something inside my chest finally unclenched. Like a pressure valve releasing. For the first time all night—I felt calmer.

Maybe it was the fact that she’d chosen me. Maybe it was the fact that even after finding out about the Syndicate, she was still here. Or maybe it was just the simple reality that she was my wife now. She might not understand everything about what I did. She certainly didn’t know about Ryan yet or any of the other things I’d done to get us here.

But somehow—standing here with her in my arms—that made the whole situation feel a lot more manageable.

Behind us, Elvis clapped enthusiastically. He reached into a plastic bucket and tossed something into the air. Birdseed rained down over us like festive gravel. “Congratulations!” he said proudly.

Eden burst out laughing into my shoulder.

I scooped her back into my arms and carried her down the aisle while birdseed fell off my jacket onto the pink carpet.

“Best wedding ever,” Maddox muttered.

Lawson nodded solemnly. “Very tasteful. I’m an excellent wedding planner.”

“You are,” I told him over my shoulder as I carried Eden back to the car. I slid us into the back seat while Maddox and Lawson climbed into the front.

Maddox started the engine as I pulled out my phone and hit Jace’s number. He answered on the second ring.

“Please tell me you’re calling because you murdered someone,” Jace said cheerfully. “I’m bored because Riley decided she needed sleep.”

“I got married,” I said.

There was silence for a second. Then, “You what?”

“I got married.”

“To Eden?” he demanded.

I angled the phone so he could see that Eden was leaning against me in the back seat. Her hair was wild. We were both covered in blood, and birdseed was still stuck in my collar.

Jace stared for a second . . . then he started laughing. “Fucking hell,” he said. “The life of crime is really not agreeing with you two.”

Eden laughed beside me. “Hi, Jace.”

“Sweet merciful fuck,” he said delightedly. “She sounds alive. That’s a promising start. Congratulations,” he added. “I assume there were several felonies involved.”

“Probably,” I said.

“Perfect,” Jace replied.

I shook my head, still smiling. “We’ll talk later.”

“Yeah,” he said. “Go enjoy your . . . extremely concerning honeymoon.”

I hung up, and Eden leaned her head against my shoulder as the car pulled away from the chapel.

Maddox caught my eye in the rearview mirror. “So,” he said, “since Gage and Cruz didn’t pick up, are we telling them you just eloped in blood-soaked clothes in a Pepto-Bismol-colored Elvis chapel, or should we let them find out when they see the wedding photos Lawson’s definitely already leaking?”

Lawson snorted from the passenger seat. “I’ve already sent the group chat a blurry screenshot. Caption says, ‘Jagger finally made an honest woman out of her.’”

Eden let out a tired laugh against my neck.