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As their voices grew louder, he, Oz, and Nash settled on the couches, waiting for the argument to roll into the room. Rogue walked in with Dahlia on his heels. “This isn’t your wedding, Rogue!”
Rogue scoffed. “That’s fucking clear with that bullshit list!” He scowled, eyeing Dahlia. “Aren’t you supposed to be happy marrying the man of your fucking dreams? Is this a new fucking version of the bride? Pissed off and bitter?”
Dahlia squinted, knowing exactly the game Rogue was playing. Trey could’ve stepped in, but he didn’t. Dahlia could handle her own. She’d been doing it for the last three years.
“You’re not exactly a ray of fucking sunshine either, Rogue. You might wanna pipe down, or here’s an idea…how about you mind your own fucking business!”
Trey settled in his seat, smirking. That’s my girl!
Rogue lunged forward, but she refused to back down. Trey knew her adrenaline would carry her all the way. It always did. But they were at a standstill, and both being stubborn, they could be there for the rest of the night. As a true peacemaker, Trey stood and made his way to her.
Trey grasped her hips and whispered, “He gets off on this, you know that. Just calm down, Dahl.”
“No, I won’t.” She swung her arm out over his shoulder, pointing directly at Rogue. “Fuck you, Rogue!”
Trey sighed, shaking his head.
“Fuck me?” Rogue scoffed, grinning ear to ear. “Oh, little girl, you wanna go head-to-head with me, huh?”
Trey glared back at Rogue. The man thrived on fighting.
“No, I want to go foot to balls with you!”
Trey smiled, glancing over at Oz, who remained silent, but Trey caught a small twitch in his lips. He circled his thumbs over her waist, trying to calm her down.
“Are you done?”
“No, I’m not!” She balled her fists. “I want to punch him!”
Trey couldn’t resist any longer and laughed. Dahlia was by far the sweetest woman he’d ever known, but when she got fired up, there wasn’t much anyone, including himself, could do to settle her down. Especially when it came to Rogue.
“Dahlia?” Nash was smiling at her. “We all want to punch him.”
True!
“Yes, but only a few of us have had the distinct pleasure.” Oz took a strong pull from his cigar without much reaction other than his response. He glanced up at Trey, but it gave nothing away.
Rogue spun around, sending a scathing glare in Oz’s direction. “One fucking time, asshole.”
Trey laughed, shaking his head. Welcome to Sunday night dinner…Underground style.
Trey walked Dahlia over to the couch, pulling her down beside him while she continued glaring at Rogue. “I didn’t tell you who you could and could not have at your wedding.”
Rogue scoffed. “That’s ’cause I didn’t invite fucking assholes!”
Trey dragged his hand over his face, watching Rogue and Dahlia banter like siblings. It was a fair assessment. As the years passed, they’d grown closer and resembled every stereotype of brother and sister.
“They’re. Family,” Dahlia snapped.
“We’re your fucking family,” Rogue said and pointed to the list in her hand. “They’re fucking assholes.”
Dahlia folded her arms and settled into Trey’s side. “They’re invited.”
“No, they ain’t.”
Trey sighed, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. Yes, they are.
“Yeah, Rogue, they are, and keep it up with this bullshit attitude of yours, and I’ll seat them at your table.” Dahlia rested her hand on Trey’s leg. It was a power move. And a good one. Whether Rogue liked it or not, Dahlia would have whomever she wanted at their wedding. Non-fucking-negotiable, Rogue.
