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I smirk at him. “Hard to take you serious when you’re dressed like that.”
Gunner’s face turns red and steam is practically coming out of his ears. Rex laughs, but he looks equally strange, dressed in a three-piece suit with his dark curls slicked back.
“It’s time toget serious,” Gunner snarls, and it’s time to go.
We’re riding in one of the club’s black SUVs instead of our bikes. It’s best to not draw too much attention.
The plan is to look just like any other guest. Sneak in under the radar. Incognito.
“So, I understand how we’re getting in,” I say, leaning forward from the back seat. “But what next?”
“Well, at some point the preacher will ask for objections,” Rex explains.
“I thought that was just in the movies!” I say, but Gunner chuckles and rolls his eyes.
“No, I assure you,” Gunner insists. “It’s real. More likely than not, the Reverend will say some shit like that,” Gunner shakes his head. “Speak now or forever hold your peace!” He says mockingly.
“No shit!” I reply. I’ve never been to a real wedding. It’s nothing like that when a biker takes an old lady.
“Yes,” Rex answers. “If he doesn’t say it, we will find the right moment to interrupt.”
I’m satisfied with that response and in no time at all, we’re pulling up to the mega church and parking in the enormous lot that surrounds the sprawling brick structure.
My heart is pounding. The heels of my unfamiliar dress shoes click against the pavement as we walk towards the gigantic church.
When we join the crowd streaming inside, I worry we stand out. There’s nothing I can do to hide the tattoo sneaking out from underneath my collar, but I tuck my hands into the pockets of my suit. The “love” and “hate” tattooed along my knuckles could be a dead giveaway for any observant bystander.
I still think we should just kill every motherfucker in this place,I think but I remember Warden’s arguments. All of these people can’t be that bad and we don’t want to draw that kind of heat towards our club.
There’s Bible-thumping bouncers stationed at the doors, but I could knock one over with my little finger. There’s no need for violence, though,unfortunately, and we make our way past without incident.
I don’t dare say a word. I know I can’t fit in amongst these people if I draw any attention to myself. I keep an eye on Gunner and he nods towards some seats in a pew.
The spot is strategic. It’s at the end of a row, perfect for a simple escape. It’s in the back, perfect to escape attention.
Just as I take a step to follow Gunner, an usher steps in between us.
“The bride’s side or the groom’s side, sir?” He asks, folding one arm in front of himself and looking down his long nose at me.
“We see our party, right over there,” Rex replies, saving me from answering. He slaps the usher on the shoulder and we stroll casually away from him to slide into our seats.
It’s uncomfortable on the hard wooden bench seats and the entire place reeks of flowers. It’s overpowering. There are bouquets everywhere and large floral arrangements on the grand gold altar.
Every seat seems full when the music begins and a hush falls over the crowd. Reverend Bennett appears, dressed in a sleek black suit, from a doorway in the sanctuary's front. The crowd bursts into a round of applause until the preacher waves his hands to quiet down.
A different song begins and I sit up straighter in my seat. A younger man is walking down the aisle, and he doesn’t stop until he’s standing at the altar. When he shakes the pastor’s hand, I realize that I’m staring at the man who intends to wedmywoman.
“That motherfucker,” I whisper, unable to contain myself, and Rex delivers a swift elbow to my ribs.
I can tell with a glance that altar boy has never done a hard day's work in his entire life. His suit fits him seamlessly, and he looks like he was born wearing one, but everything else about him is bland. Mousy brown hair, a sallow complexion, and a nose too large for his face. I think about how I could knock him out with one punch and I feel better.
The song shifts tempo and the procession down the aisle begins. There’s a little flower girl dressed in a puffy white dress with ribbons tied in her blonde hair. She shyly stumbles down the aisle, dropping rose petals from her white wicker basket.
When our eyes meet, I smile at her. I’ve always loved kids, even if I haven’t been around them much. I even want some of my own one day, and that day seems closer now that I’ve found Goldie.
Gunner looks down at me, seated on the end of the pew, and lifts his eyebrows.
“See?” He mouths and I roll my eyes.
