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I take a deep breath as Mum guides me to stand in front of the dress. She then proceeds to unzip the bag. When it falls away, I stare wide-eyed, and the women around me gasp. It’s stunning. I run my finger over the boned white bodice covered in tiny glistening diamante's. “We don’t have time to stare,” says Mae, pushing me into a chair. “Makeup and hair,” she orders.
I take a deep breath and hook my arm into Pops’. “Are you sure about this, baby girl?” he asks. “I can bust you out of here and have you on a plane before he notices you’re gone.”
I laugh. “Did he ask your permission this time?”
He nods. “He came to see me last night.”
“And you gave your blessing?”
He shrugs. “Like I said, it ain’t too late to get you out of here.”
I stand on my tiptoes, and he lowers to meet my kiss on his cheek. “I love you, Pops. Thank you for giving your blessing.”
“As long as you’re happy,” he says, staring into my eyes.
I nod. “Very happy.”
“Then let’s do this.”
ANTON
How the fuck I pulled this off in twenty-four hours is beyond me, but here we are, and as I take in the many faces around me, I know I’ve done the right thing. Piper needed this and so did her family. Even Hulk made the effort to turn up, not that he looks happy about it.
The door opens and Bear steps out. I hold my breath for a second until she appears behind him. Tag slaps me hard on the back. “Shit, she looks hot,” he whispers.
I grin. “Careful, that’s my wife you’re talking about.”
She makes her way towards me. Her smile is infectious, and I stop myself from marching to her and making her walk faster. She stops before me and her father kisses her on the cheek before turning to me and holding out his hand. I stare for a second before taking it firmly and shaking it. “Take care of her,” he warns me.
I nod. “Of course.”
I take Piper by the hand, and we turn to the vicar. I paid over the odds to get him here to do this blessing, and as he reads out his words, I stare at Piper’s side profile, unable to take my eyes off her. She’s worth every penny and more.
The service is brief. We exchange rings—I chose silver bands when we returned from Italy—and when I slide Piper’s in place, I feel truly relaxed. She’s officially my wife. And in true Rebellion style, the service is followed by a celebration which Bear and Queenie insisted on despite me wanting to get Piper home so I could have her to myself.
Darkness fell over two hours ago, but that isn’t enough to stop a biker celebration. I watch my wife dancing with her friends and take a drink of my whiskey. “How does it feel?” asks Tag, joining me.
“Amazing.”
“If someone told me ten years ago this is where we’d be now, I’d have laughed,” he says.
“It feels like we were always meant to be here.”
I pull out my mobile.
Me: At thirty, I married the most amazing woman. She ruined me for any other woman from the minute I met her. I spent weeks trying to get her attention, but she was too busy loving a guy who didn’t love her back. So I did a terrible thing . . .
I see her take her phone out of her bra and I laugh to myself. She reads the text, smiling and glancing my way.
Piper: At twenty-five, I married a man who came into my life like a force. He’s the perfect man for me, yet I never saw it until recently. What was the terrible thing?
Me: I forced her to notice me. I didn’t care who I hurt in the process because I was desperate to have her to myself.
Piper: It must have worked if you married her . . .
Me: I’m a very lucky man. She forgave me even though I didn’t deserve it. And now she’s mine, I’m the luckiest man alive.
Piper: We should probably stop texting. I don’t think my husband would like it. Especially now I’m with child . . .
