Page 195 of Dagger

Her forehead furrowed. “Who?”

“Err. The man you’re about to marry?” I questioned.

Sunny giggled. “Oh, him,” her smile faded, “he loves me, Grandpa. That’s enough.”

“That’s just it, honey,” I replied. “It’s not enough. You deserve the world.” I dipped my chin so she could see the seriousness of my next words. “Wanna come to Bora Bora with me and your nanna?”

Her head reared back. “Who’d look after the salon?”

I waved a nonchalant hand. “I’ll give you enough cake to see you through a month or two.”

She rolled her eyes. “No, Granddad, but thanks.”

“Right,.” I held the crook of my arm out for her. “We better get you married then.”

She slid her hand through and looked up at me, her eyes sparkling. “Let’s go.”

My stare fell on the asshole laughing with two of his buds as he waited for my granddaughter to arrive. He looked very pleased with himself, but then, if I was thirty years old, not Sunny’s grandpop, and managed to get her down the aisle, I’d have been pleased with myself, too.

The church was packed.

The groom’s side was filled with country club types who looked down their noses at us. The bride’s side was filled with good people who happened to belong to a motorcycle club.

Cash turned to me. “Wonder if Bowie’s managed to talk some sense into her,” he hissed.

“Should’a let me blow his house up,” Kit drawled.

Kennedy snorted from his other side.

Abe nudged me. “It’ll be alright. Somethin’ will go wrong.”

My head swiveled to face him. “What?”

“You know our track record with weddings,” he muttered. “The second but last one got set on fire. The one after that, all those groupies crashed and started a fight with our girls.”

My lips twitched because he wasn’t wrong.

Five years ago, Cash finally got Cara to say yes, and she pulled out all the stops. They wanted a Christmas wedding, so to keep warm, they spent a fortune on a massive marquee. All was going swimmingly until they were saying their vows. Everybody started looking around ‘cause they smelled burning. Turned out Wilder, the little shit, had set fire to the thing.

In the end, they got married in the snow, literally. We were all fuckin’ soaked and colder than a witch’s tit.

Worst weddin’ ever until the booze came out, and we got to warm up.

Now, the other wedding was an eye-opener even for me. The groom—

“She’s here,” Abe whisper-shouted.

Pushing down my thoughts, I stood with the rest of the congregation and turned around.

The wedding march began to play, and Bowie appeared at the doors with Sunshine on his arm. He waited for their cue, and slowly walked her down the aisle.

My girl looked like an angel. Sunny had an ethereal look about her like you’d imagine a pixie or a fairy. Her long chestnut hair moved as if it had a life of its own, and her gorgeous smile lit up the room. Add on those massive grey eyes, just like her mom's, and she was a knockout.

Bowie finally got her to her destination, leaned down, and kissed her cheek, murmuring something to her.

“Oops,” Abe whispered when we caught Bowie shooting the groom a glare, obviously a warning never to hurt his girl. Then still glowering, he turned and took his seat next to Layla directly in front of me as the pastor began the service.

Leaning forward, I tapped his shoulder and hissed, “Couldn’t you talk her out of it?”

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