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I grin at Mark as he picks up a bottle of Tylenol and tries to open it. After watching him struggle with the childproof cap for a minute or two, I yank it out of his hand and do it for him.
“Thanks,” he signs with a nod.
“Little too much rum?”
“Rum, whiskey, beer, tequila… you name it, I had too much of it.”
I remember those days.
Shaking my head at the prospect, I turn my attention to the rest of the room. Abyss, Thorn, Spike, and Justin are all standing with their heads tipped back, each of them seemingly enthralled by what they’re watching.
When I slide my gaze to see what has them so intrigued, my eyes land on the television, and my muscles tense with rage.
Since when do we watch televised church services?
I stomp in their direction, coming to a stop when I’m standing in front of them.
“Turn that shit off.”
“Get out of the way,” Abyss demands before trying to shove me to the side.
I don’t budge. “Turn. It. Off.”
Thorn glares at me. “Bro, you’re blocking our fucking view.”
Their view?
Slowly, I turn to look at the TV again, and my blood instantly heats. On the screen is a tiny pixie of a woman. She’s so beautiful, I forget my name for a moment.
And she looks pissed.
The massive audience is transfixed on the pastor and his little family. I focus on the closed captioning that’s always on, and for some strange reason, the longer the pastor speaks, the more my gut tells me that whatever is going on is all wrong.
Brad, come closer.
The younger man moves to stand next to the holy man, and he’s grinning from ear to ear. The girl who caught my eye, on the other hand, has her hands clasped behind her back and appears as if one utter of the word ‘boo’ and she’d run screaming.
As many of you know, Brad and my daughter have been dating these past few months. Well, on Friday evening, Brad proposed, and Violet accepted.
Brad reaches for Violet’s—she even has a beautiful name—hand, and even though she hesitates, she links her fingers with his. And still, she looks ready to bolt.
Brad whispers, and the microphones don’t pick up his words, so I have no clue what he says, but her face pales slightly.
Violet and Brad’s wedding will be televised live on May twenty-seventh, and you are all invited. I’m also announcing my retirement effective June first. Brad Coventry will be shadowing me until then and be ready to take on the duties as head pastor when I step down.
Suddenly, the screen goes dark, and I whirl around to see Justin with the remote in his hand.
“What the hell are you doing?”
Thorn, the prick, smirks. “Aw, did the big guy see something he likes?”
Without thinking, I haul my arm back and land a right hook to his jaw. Thorn’s head whips to the side a second before his body twists, and he crumbles to the ground.
Abyss quickly drops to his knees next to him, making sure he’s okay. I want to demand that he ignore whatever injuries I may have inflicted, but Abyss is the club doc and not likely to listen.
“What the fuck was that for?” Spike demands.
“I didn’t like his tone.”
