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“He’s dead, Carly!” Chris yelled.

Smirking, I looked down at my hands and whispered, “You sure about that?”

Chapter Twenty-Four

Fury

If I weren’t standing before Shane Keller in the flesh, I would have never believed the fucker was alive and well, and if the look he was giving me was any indication, he was about to kill me before Sandman or Savage could.

I really fucking hated the Golden Skulls.

“I know I don’t really have a say here, but are you sure about him, Charlotte, ’cause say the word and I will gut him then get you and my grandson out of this fucking place fast?”

“I wouldn’t have made it out of the city without him, Dad. Please trust me. I know what I’m doing.”

Shane Keller narrowed his eyes and pointed his finger right in my face. “I don’t like you. You ain’t good enough for her.”

Gulping, I nodded as everyone around us laughed.

Slapping me on my back, King smirked. “Ah, fathers-in-law. Thank fuck I don’t have one. My condolences, Fury.”

I growled, turning toward the fucker and asked, “How is Steel by the way, asshole?”

And just like that, King’s laughter stopped.

I leaned in close so only he could hear and whispered, “Does he know yet?”

“Let’s get this shit over with,” King shouted, moving away from me. “I’ve got my own fucked-up family to take care of. Matlock, you’re up.”

Watching as my best friend stood before us, the fucker grinned, then cleared his throat. “I gotta ask. You sure you want him, Carly, ’cause he’s still a work in progress? Not sure even you can set him straight. He’s got a nasty temper and farts in his sleep, but his ma is the best cook in the city, so that’s a plus.”

Carly chuckled and nodded. “Yeah. I’m sure.”

“Don’t say I didn’t warn ya. Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today...”

Five minutes later, it was done. I was officially and more importantly, legally married to a Golden Princess.

God have mercy on my soul.

“Daddy,” I heard my daughter Bri whisper loudly while she tugged on my pant leg. “Is Carly my momma now?”

Looking at Carly, who smiled down at my little girl, I said nothing as she kneeled before her. “Brianna, I will be whatever you want me to be, sweetheart.”

I remained silent when Brianna looked at her sister Andi, then over at Drew, who stood next to his grandfather and pointed. “If Carly’s my momma, can you be my grandpa too?”

Shane Keller smiled broadly as he bent to pick up my daughter. “I’d love to be your grandpa, gorgeous.”

“Daddy, do I have a grandpa?” a little girl named Charlie asked loudly, as her dad, Jackass, held her close.

“You sure do. He’s right there.” The brother grinned, pointing his finger right at King, who rolled his eyes while flipping Jackass the one-finger bird.

Charlie giggled. “That’s Unka King, Daddy.”

“He’s both, Shortcake.”

“You can share my Pop-pop, Charlie,” another little girl named Chrissy happily offered, as her younger sister, Tabby, nodded.

“Alright, girls, let’s go have some cake,” a woman named Ellie said as she ushered the two girls out of the room, followed by Charlie and her mother Sam and the rest of the women.

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