I’m not her anymore though. I am no longer Avah the call girl. She doesn’t exist. She died with Layne and I’m okay with that, in fact, I am more than okay with it. I am changed. I am loved, and I am in love not only with Orson, but with myself.
“I am,” I whisper before I gather my bouquet of sterling silver roses and start to make my way toward Trista.
“You’re beautiful,” she breathes.
“I shouldn’t have demanded the wedding,” I murmur as a sense of guilt instantly slides throughout my entire body.
I am high maintenance, but I’m trying really hard not to be. I shouldn’t have needed this. I should have been just fine with running off to the courthouse the way he wanted. Trista snorts, then reaches for my wrist and gives me a squeeze.
“You should have, and I’m glad that you did. These men get away with too damn much. You know they’ve all gotten married recently and there haven’t been many actual weddings, I’m glad I get to dance and have a little cake,” she says with a smirk.
“I still feel bad.”
She shakes her head. “Don’t. I taste-tested that cake with you and it’s worth it just for that.”
My lips curve up into a grin and I nod. “It really is. That cake is so good. You know I had them make extra, just so we could have as much as we wanted.”
“This is why I love you, Avah. Amongst a million other reasons.”
“Let’s do this,” Taz shouts from the doorway, causing both of us to jump.
Shifting my gaze, I flick my eyes over Trista’s shoulder to see him standing there, black jeans, brand-new solid black button-up long sleeve shirt, and his cut. He’s handsome, and it sends a shiver of excitement down my spine just imagining how handsome Hawk is going to be in the same clothes.
“Yes, let’s,” I exhale.
Together we walk out of the room and make our way toward my future with this man. I love him and I’m going to be his happily and legally. I’m already his when it comes to the club, now we’ll be each other’s in the eyes of the state.
The music begins, it’s not anything specific, I chose classical music just so that it would be something soft in the background. The ceremony is outside in the dirty, normally dusty parking area, but the guys really helped me turn it around.
There are chairs that line the side from the main door to the archway. The arch isn’t anything special, but it’s beautiful. They built an arch with two pieces of wood on each side and one across the top, then there are sheets that hang down from the top to the ground with flowers on each corner that drape down.
Taz and Trista walk out and as soon as the doors open I see the archway, but as gorgeous as it is, that isn’t what has my breath hitching. It’s the man standing there, he is the one who has my attention.
The music begins and I grip my bouquet tightly as I begin to walk toward that man. He lifts his head when I’m about halfway down the aisle and his lips curve up into a grin. My heart almost beats out of my chest at the sight.
He’s beautiful.
Just as I imagined.
Absolutely gorgeous.
And in just a few moments, he’s going to be all mine—forever.
Inhaling a deep breath, I let it out on an exhale as I arrive in front of him. I don’t even hear the officiant. I follow the lead of Hawk and do what I’m supposed to do, but I’m far too mesmerized by him, by the way he’s watching me. I’m lost in the way he’s looking at me, so gone that I cannot look away. I just can’t take my eyes off of him. He owns me, simple as that, he owns me.
HAWK
Fucking perfect.
She’s fucking perfect.
Go figure I would find someone my daughter’s age, I would find someone with a past as fucked as mine, but she has handled it a helluva lot better than I ever did. I watch her from across the room as she talks and laughs with her girls. Girls. Something that she said she’s never had before she met Trista, before she had the Beasts.
“What are the plans for the transports?” Dragon asks. “You know, since you’re making decisions now.”
Shaking my head, I spit on the ground before I turn to look over to him. “You gotta grow the fuck up, brother,” I snap.
“Grow up? Seems you’re trying to slide right into my spot. I’m not fucking stupid,” he grinds out.
“Dragon,” I warn. “You’re my president. I don’t want to take your place, I just want to make sure this shit is on point. Because some of the decisions seem to be personal here recently and not so much for the club.”
His eyes widen and he snorts, then I watch as he lifts his hand and wraps it around the back of his neck, rubbing his neck. “You could have a point, maybe.”
“Maybe?” I ask, arching a brow.
He shrugs a shoulder. “What do you want to do with transports? We don’t have mattresses anymore,” he grumbles.
“We need to do it ourselves, cut out the middleman. We’ve had nothing but fucking issues with that part of the process.”
“Yeah, well, we have issues with suppliers too, we gonna do that shit ourselves too?”
“Don’t be a smart-ass,” I snort.
There’s a long moment of silence, then he lets out a grunt. “You got a plan for that shit?”
Shrugging a shoulder, I lift my gaze to my new wife. She turns her head, her gaze finding mine and her lips curve up into a small smile. Her teeth sink down into her bottom lip as she continues to watch me, and I want nothing more than to tell Dragon to figure his shit out and go fuck my new wife.
I don’t.
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