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“He’s perfect,” she says.
“I know. And Mom, I’m so glad you came today,” Ella starts.
“We both are,” Nyx appears from somewhere behind her and pulls Ella’s hip into his.
Suddenly I feel like an intruder. Ella has never spoken about her mother before, and as heartfelt as the reunion is, it feels a little awkward to watch. Especially when it makes me think about my mom.
“Excuse me, I’m going to go grab some champagne before Squealer finishes it all,” I politely excuse myself.
“I’ll join you,” Brax quickly follows me over to the drink table.
“That was intense.” I take a glass from the table and pass it to him, before grabbing one for myself.
“Yeah, Ella hasn’t seen her mom since she came here. It’s a long story and definitely one for another day.”
“I just can’t imagine her and Prez together.” I look back over at the woman cooing over her grandson, she’s so smartly dressed and looks more like she belongs in a country club, than a motorcycle club.
“She’s his one that got away,” Brax tells me, and when I pull my eyes away from her and on to him, I see the way he’s staring at me.
“Where were you last night?” I ask him, because it’s killing me not to know.
“We should head over for the photos,” he tells me, rapidly changing the subject. And mad as I am for him refusing to answer me, I will not get upset over us today. This is Nyx and Ella’s day.
The photographer sets everyone from the club up and I stay out of the way, looking on as the large group of misfits pose for the photo Prez is eager to get of his whole Charter. With Nyx and Ella in the center of it.
Standing on the outside of it makes me realize how much I want to belong in the picture. But I know that I never will, not even if Brax wanted me to. I’m from a different world to these people.
I promised to myself I’d paste on a smile today though. And when Ella insists that I get in the picture, I don’t protest as a space is naturally formed for me beside Brax. I pose for the photo, trying to ignore the comfort I feel when his hand creeps around me to rest on my hip.
“I meant what I said, Gracie, you look real fucking beautiful,” he whispers. Just before the photographer breaks us all up.
Why does she have to look so fucking insane? Her hair plaited around her head and neatly pinned up at the back. That dress showing her long legs and making me want to rip the cocks off all the brothers who think they can eye fuck her. After being apart from her last night, I’m finding it impossible to do it today, especially while she looks the way she does.
When all the civilized shit is over, the barn is transformed into a bar and dance floor, and I watch from the bar as Gracie dances with a kid that belongs to one of the guys from the Denver Charter. He looks up at her adoringly, and she giggles when the music stops and he insists they carry on for the next track.
Gracie must like dancing because that’s what she does for most of the evening with Ella, Maddy, and some of the other old ladies that have traveled out here.
And as the night goes on, watching her seems to get harder and harder.
Nyx makes his way over and smacks me hard on the back. “Thanks for last night, and for not being too much of an asshole today,” he says sarcastically, taking the shot that’s passed to him over the bar. “She’s a good girl,” he gestures his head at Gracie, who has Dylan in her arms now, moving his little arms in time to the beat. She looks so fucking happy, and I can’t figure out why that physically hurts me.
“Too fucking good,” I tell him, knocking a drink back myself.
He takes a look around us and lowers his voice.
“You thought anymore about what you’re gonna do about Chop?”
“Nothing changes.”
Nyx looks a little disappointed in me, guess it’s something he’ll have to get used to.
“I ain’t gonna waste no more time talking about that fucker today. I just hope this shit don’t ruin what you could have here, brother. This club will always be loyal to Skid.”
“Speak of the devil,” I point my head in the direction of the door, and my brother’s head follows to where Skid is looking around the room confused.
“What the fuck happened to this place while I was gone?” he says as I approach him, taking his hand and pulling him into my chest.
“Club wedding, I thought they all went down like this,” I shrug, and then feel like an asshole when his head drops.
