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I can’t believeI’m here with the woman of my dreams—that never really made it there, but she’s everything I could’ve hoped for—in my arms. We sit and watch my second family dance around, all acting like morons with drinks in their hands.

Mind you, there are only five of them, but they are entertaining enough to watch. My commander, Ledger, showed up late, dressed to the nines in a suit, and pleasantly shocked to meet Stormi. Undoubtedly, he knew I was getting married, but maybe it was her beauty that took him back a little. I know it still does for me.

Everybodyby the Backstreet Boysplays off Emmy’s speaker, and Mills starts to breakdance on the grass, obviously getting more buzzed as more time goes by. The thirty minutes that Stormi and I agreed to on the way down the stairs has already passed, but she’s laughing and jumping in from time to time to dance with Blue and Emmy so I’m just biding my time until I can rip her dress in half and finally fuck my wife.

Stormi leaps off my lap and quickly spins to face me. “I’ll be right back.”

Beginning to scurry away, I latch onto her wrist and halt her from taking another step.

“Not without a proper goodbye, wife,” I voice because I’m her bitch now, and I can’t stop. I can’t give her space nor check myself from sounding like a needy fuck who just had her sitting on my lap ten seconds ago.

I’m highly obsessed with my wife, and I don’t want the rehab or for this to become mildly generic. I crave forever with her just like this—with babies someday.

Stormi leans in, clasping my bottom lip between hers and sucks gently, creating my cock to twitch for more. She doesn’t give me any tongue, which is what I want.

No, she knows that less is more. And more is what her ass is going to get for teasing me.

“See you in a sec, husband,” she mutters against my mouth before fleeing away to my friends.

Emmy welcomes her with extended arms as she sees her approach, and Stormi steps into them. Mills and Kyson are too busy drinking out of their red solo cups now and Blue...no clue where that crazy bitch went.

“She’s lovely,” Ledger conveys, stepping closer to me from my left. “Can’t say I’d want anymore for you, Emric.”

“Thank you, sir. She’s...perfect.”

“Indeed.” He pulls up a folding chair and positions it next to me. “Which is why I hate to bring this up now, but it needs to be discussed.”

I crane my neck to look at him, his peppered hair neatly styled along with the stubble along his jawline and chin.

Ledger has been in command for B723 since he found me to join. He’s somewhat of a stern father figure but lets us slide when he knows he can look the other way.

“I need you to go find Bishop,” he imparts. “He’s been gone almost three weeks, and now I’m starting to get worried.”

“He called Stormi tonight,” I reply. “Off a random number.”

Ledger narrows his eyes. “What did he say?”

“For Em and I to stop looking for him.” Ledger lets out of scoff and leans back in his chair with his arms folded.

“Not going to happen. I don’t know what Emmy has done already but start pulling out all the stops. I want him found and brought to me.”

I nod. ‘Done."

“Have Kyson or Mills go to the fucked up place he might be. You’re a married man now, can’t have our new girl see you come home beat up.”

I twist my face, unamused. “Thanks.”

He slaps me on the back and chuckles, standing to go. “Keep me updated...and your family would be proud of you, son. I know I am.”

He doesn’t wait for me to respond, snatching a red cup of his own off the table of food, and joins Kyson and Mills. Meanwhile, Emmy and Stormi are laughing and dancing away while his words capsize into my brain.

My gut twists as I peer down at the green grass I’m sitting on. My sisters would be fawning over Stormi as much as Reagan and Emmy do. They’d be at her side, wanting to welcome and learn everything there is to know about her. Ma would warn me to treat her well, Papa would sit down and parade about how hard it is to be a husband or some bullshit.

But they’d be here.

And they’re not.

And if they were I may have never met Stormi. I wouldn’t have joined the U.S Marines or been found by the Samaritans, which lead me to the U.S. Reagan, and I would never be related, and that means I may have never been around to save her from Wade’s dirty deeds. Stormi could still be locked up in that shithole of a house and possibly raped by her dad’s friends.

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