“That’s not humor, asshole,” Ice retorts. He paces the room. “And Emma, she’s here, right?”
“Ice, will you fuckin’ relax? Yes Emma is here, and I just received a text from Honey that they are ready and waiting to begin.”
“Did her mom and dad arrive?”
“Yes, they got here about fifteen minutes ago. Honey says her mom is a bitch.”
Ice smirks. “You can say that again.”
“Hey, by the way, you owe me a hundred bucks,” I say to Ice.
He looks at me curiously. “What the fuck for?”
I take my phone and pull up a picture of me and Honey. It’s my favorite picture of us and you can see how much in love we are. “I won the bet,” I say, shoving the picture in his face. He laughs and grins.
“Yes you did.” He reaches in his pocket and pulls out a hundred-dollar bill. “This is one bet I’m glad I lost,” he says as he hands the money over.
I can’t help but grin. Honey and I are doing fantastic, and I couldn’t be happier. Hell, I have a feeling it won’t be long before this club has another wedding.
“So are ya ready?” Rebel asks anxiously.
I think it is time. Rebel is his best man, and hell, I don’t know what I am, but we all have our dress pants on, gray shirts, and cuts. So I guess I’m part of this shindig as well.
Ice nods, and we all proceed out of his room and to the stairs.
Standing at the top of the stairs, we wait for our cue. When the violinist begins to play “Canon in D Major,” I proceed down the stairs, followed by Rebel and Ice. We walk down the white carpeted steps and follow it to the center. All the guests are seated, and the clubhouse is packed. I walk to the left of the arch and stand a few paces away. Rebel falls in place next to me and then Ice.
Flashbacks of his younger days fill my head, and I’m glad to see he’s finally marrying the woman he’s always loved.
Honey
Once I get the cue that the guys are in place, I proceed down the stairs, followed by Ari and then Brianne. We follow the white carpet to the arch and stand in our respective places. I look at Sainte—who, I might add, looks fabulous—and he smiles and winks at me.God, I love that man.
Pachelbel’s “Canon” plays for a few more seconds and then the first notes of Wagner’s Bridal Chorus begin. We’re all in place and anxiously waiting for Emma and her dad to come down the stairs.
Chapter 30
Caden
As the wedding march plays, goosebumps travel along my body. I can’t fucking believe I am marrying Emma. It all seems like a dream, one I never believed would come true.
I keep looking toward the stairs as the music plays, but there is no sign of Emma.Where is she? Did she fucking change her mind?I look at Sainte and Rebel, who both nod reassuringly and then glance at the stairs where Emma and her father emerge.Holy fuck, she’s beautiful! And I’m the lucky bastard who gets to call her wife and the mother of my children.
As she walks toward me, I flashback to all our times together. The key memory I see first is the time she was so upset because I would not be able to spend time with her ’cause Tyler was making me go to work. The images change, and I see several of our ice cream dates. It’s like a slideshow of so many happy times. Then I get to when my parents were killed, and that’s when everything went sour. Those times I was constantly pushing her away, but then I remember her strength and tenacity, and I quickly jump to the day she was crying at the clubhouse gates. Afterward, even though we were dealing with some shit and I almost lost her, she was at my side as she was always meant to be.
And now, as she approaches the arch I’m standing under, I think about our wonderful children and the promising future we have. It doesn’t get any better than this.
“Who gives this woman away?” Doc asks. He got ordained a couple of weeks ago to perform marriage ceremonies, and Emma and I couldn’t have been happier. It’s nice having someone we know marry us, biker style.
“Her mother and I do,” William replies. He smiles and walks toward me to shake my hand.
I knew I always liked him. I take Emma’s hand as we face each other in front of Doc.
He looks down at his paper. “Please be seated.”
Everyone sits and Doc continues. “First, I’d like to begin by welcoming everyone and thanking each and every one of you for being here on this most happy of days. It’s no accident that each of you are here today and each of you were invited to be here because you represent someone important in the individual and collective lives of Caden and Emma.”
He looks around the room. “I truly can’t think of a better venue than our clubhouse for an occasion that I know is not only monumental for Caden and Emma but for all of us who are lucky to know and love them.”
