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On a wild hair, I head straight to the Christmas Cherry Auction.
What I don’t realize is that my motorcycle club stepbrothers aren’t far behind!
How much family strife am I willing to cause?
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Theuptight,pompousprickstanding at the front of the church has no idea I’m about to risk everything to ruin his day.
Neither does my little stepsister he’s about to marry.
And neither does his friend, my stepdad, who’s sitting to my immediate left.
Holding the jacket of my tux open, I retrieve the piece of paper that changed my path. I haven’t even told my brothers about my plan—because it wasn’t exactly a plan. It was a wild idea presented to me as a fortune in a cookie.
I roll my shoulders, trying to get comfortable in the required attire. My two brothers and I are more comfortable straddling a Harley than perching in a pew.
Angling my head over my shoulder to stretch my neck, I wonder if this is the wedding Wendy always dreamed of or did our parents decide. Giant, identical bundles of flowers at the end of each pew, a red carpet, and a string quartet are more of my parents’ signature.
The quartet shifts to something less…classic. An instrumental version of a pop song, possibly. At least it’s from this century.
Everyone shifts their attention to the back of the room. The first bridesmaid and groomsman couple start their slow walk to the front. He’s as old and stuffy as the groom, who’s as old as our dad. She’s young and vibrant, with streaks of blue in her hair. I recognize her as one of Wendy’s roller derby teammates. That blue hair is the first sign Wendy has anything to do with this formal wedding.
The whole thing—minus the blue hair—reeks of our stepdad. Always pompous and posturing. If he didn’t make my mom immensely happy, I wouldn’t give him the time of day.
I rub my thumb over the long, rectangular fortune and exhale hard. I’ll be judged for choosing now to stand up for my stepsister. But wrecking her wedding will be minor compared to what else I want to do.
The fucker standing at the front of the church started dating her when she was seventeen and proposed to her on her eighteenth birthday. Something doesn’t add up.
Not just because my sister makes my cock hard. Not just because she’s marrying someone I don’t trust. And not just because a tiny piece of paper convinced me to say what I’ve kept secret.
It’s getting hot. I glance at my fist that’s concealing the piece of paper. If I sweat enough to dissolve the fortune, should I forever hold my peace? I run a finger around my collar.
The second bridesmaid and groomsman enter. Add one more stuffy old dude to the room. And a pin-up girl. I recognize her from the roller derby team, too.
Wendy’s a free spirit, full of zest and zeal—and other words I only think of in relation to her. Why would she commit to a man who looks like he ran out of wild oats before she was even born?
Relaxing my fingers slightly, I confirm the ink remains on the paper:Claim your destiny with your heart, and the important things will fall into place.
Why do these things have to be so vague?
Our stepdad stands and crosses in front of me to the side of the church. I lean forward, looking past my brothers. One of the bridesmaids has signaled Dad over. Why isn’t she in back with Wendy? Her expression indicates she got shit duty to tell him that some piece of minutia didn’t go as planned.
Instead of having a bridezilla at this wedding, the Father Of the Bride is the one to watch for. Would that make him FOBzilla?
The sternness in Dad’s expression crushes the humor. My brother, Nova, is closest. His head whips toward us, his face has gone white, and he instantly leans his mouth to Axel’s ear.
Axel quickly turns to me and whispers, “Wendy ran.”
Did she just save me from having to wreck her wedding? That’s not right. I should be saving her. But Nova…this hits him hard. He never speaks of it, but he was jilted years ago, and had another serious relationship go south before that.
We lean close to one another. “What do you mean,ran?”
“From what the chick said, Wendy signaled for the ceremony to start, then rushed back into the changing room. The procession continued, but this chick was last, so she went to check on Wendy, who was tearing off her dress. She said not to follow her, then left.”
