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When I glance to my left I notice that Gage is watching Micah while I watch them both.
These boys are my brothers. Best men I’ll ever know.
Out on the football field I play for wins alongside a team.
But myrealteam is right here. My family.
Fucking ride or die until my last breath.
“Well boys, let’s not let these awesome tuxes go to waste.” I start ushering Micah to the door. “Time to marry you off. Good thing Tess is willing to take you off our hands.”
He decides to take this opportunity to bust my balls. “Know what this means, big guy?”
“What?”
“You’re the last bachelor. Your turn is up next.”
“Don’t I know it. Tomorrow I’m opening up Future Wife applications. Spread the word.” A joke. The thought of leaping on the matrimony bandwagon is hilarious.
This is an excellent day. I plan to enjoy every minute. The only possible hitch is the volatile Haven Marchenko but Tess knows her a lot better than I do and Tess is sure she won’t make a scene.
Besides, I don’t believe that Haven really is ‘indifferent’ to my existence. I have strong reasons to be confident in my ability to charm the socks off a nun.
This doesn’t mean I’ll be trying to charm the panties off a mob princess with personality issues but I can keep things cheerful. Even in the face of a challenge like Haven.
So bring it on.
This will be fun.
I’ll have Little Miss Hostility dropping her attitude and blushing in no time.
She won’t know what hit her.
Chapter2
Haven
When Tess asked me to be a bridesmaid at her wedding I laughed.
What a shock to find out that she wasn’t joking.
And ultimately I couldn’t refuse a request from one of the few living people who doesn’t make me want to bash something with a steel bat.
This is the reason why I’m currently dressed like a satiny pineapple slice. My hair is newly dyed to a normal color and my makeup is being artfully applied to look tasteful instead of frightening.
My typical look is nothing like this for a reason. The same reason why my closet is full of tight, racy dresses with necklines that plunge to my bare tits.
I’m always daring any man to disrespect me. If he’s stupid enough to take the bait, the penalty will be harsh. The penalties doled out by me always are.
At least he’ll likely think twice before treating the next woman like a toy.
And I’ll never feel an ounce of guilt for this.
Why should I?
Men are applauded and admired for being tyrants. Meanwhile, women get condemned for being impolite.
What a shitty deal.
