Page 95 of Dagger

He offered his arm to Ned, who took it with a smile and walked toward the door.

“Come on, Mom,” Sophie whispered, threading her hand through my arm and gently pulling me to fall into step behind John and Ned. “We’ve got a wedding to attend.”

My heart melted at her words, and I covered her fingers with my hand. “I can’t wait.”

“The place looks amazing,” I whispered to Sophie, who was sitting to my left, bouncing a curious Belle on her lap.

“Can you believe the bar was shot up yesterday?” she whispered back. “The guys must’ve been up all night putting it back together.”

“They were,” Atlas confirmed from the other side of Sophie. He grabbed Belle and plopped her onto his knee. “They worked like motherfuckers until dawn.”

“Can you say motherfuckers at a wedding?” I mused thoughtfully.

“It’s a biker backyard,” he replied dryly, his big, meaty hand going to Belle’s back to steady her. “I don’t think God’s watchin’.”

I craned my neck to look at the rows of chairs set out behind us full of bikers and their ol’ ladies. Some were in cuts and jeans, others in button-downs and slacks. The ol’ ladies had made aneffort, all of them looking glamorous as we all sat waiting for Kennedy to appear at the end of the aisle.

The buzz of hushed conversations hummed around us, and I smiled at all the love in the air.

The yard looked stunning.

Overnight, an array of blue and white roses and orchids had been brought in and tied to the chairs both sides of the aisle. Thousands of twinkling fairy lights had been draped into the trees and the foliage. But the pièce de résistance was the flower-covered trellised archway, situated at the end of the aisle.

Kit and Kai stood underneath it, talking to Abe, who had gotten himself ordained online so he could marry the happy couple.

Adele, who sat in the front row, looked over her shoulder at us. “Kit looks so handsome.”

“He was already gorgeous,” Sophie pointed out. “Then somebody had the bright idea to put him in Armani, and suddenly, he’s Henry Cavill's better-looking younger brother.” She sighed.

Atlas’s eyes slashed to his wife. “Stitch,” he drawled, a thread of warning in his tone.

Sophie snuggled into him. “It’s okay, big man, you’re safe. I’m no Targaryen. Brother sex isn’t on my bingo card.”

Freya, who sat next to Adele, glanced at us over her shoulder and laughed.

“I’m impressed, Soph,” Colt told her, taking Freya’s hand in his as he looked around at us. “Didn’t know you were aGame of Thronesfan.

“I’m Ned’s best friend,” she stated. “How can I not watch the show she’s always talking about? I got sick of being left out of the loop, so I had no choice.” She shrugged. “It’s actually kinda good, if you can get over the family love.”

Colt smirked, turning to look ahead again.

The smell of motor oil, leather, and a hint of tobacco filled the air as a large presence slid into the seat beside me.

My head whipped to the right to see that John had taken the seat next to me by the aisle. “Shouldn’t you be sitting with your family?” I asked.

His eyes met mine, and he smirked. “Babe.I amsittin’ with my family.” I froze as he slid his muscular arm across my shoulders, setting fire to my skin.

“What are you doing?” I whisper-shouted.

“Just gettin’ comfortable,” he muttered innocently, his eyes sliding forward to study Kit and Kai.

“Better not get too comfortable,” Atlas warned.

John’s mouth twisted into a smirk, but his eyes remained on Kit

Sophie dug her elbow into her husband’s ribs. “Stop being a dick.”

Atlas let out a quiet “oof” before thinning his lips and turning his head to give John the evil eye.

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