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Alice: R U getting thsi

Fucking hell. I scroll down. Ignorance is bliss.

But I keep scrolling.

“I was asleep when you sent the messages.”

“Shit. Did I wake you?”

“Nope,” Tammy says. “My phone was ondo not disturb.I wish the messageshadwoken me up, though. You’re even more reckless than me when it comes to drinking. Although I mustadmit, it’s pretty funny.” She snorts. “You’re definitely in the lead.”

I continue scrolling past blurred texts until something catches my eye.

Holy shit.

5:15 AM

Alice: I JUST GOT MARRIEDDDHFF

Alice: What the fuck

Me: Alice??? What the fuck.

Phone call dropped from Alice.

Me: Alice? Fucking ring me. Where are you?

Alice: VENETIANN

Alice: DON;T COMR

Alice: IT’S MY BWEDDING NIGHT !!!!!!! U KNOW WHAT THT MEANS

I feel faint.

Take in the biggest gasp of air.

I retch but nothing comes out.

Maybe I’ll collapse, and wriggle myself out of it that way. End up in the very same hospital I work at, on life support in the ICU being cared for by one of my colleagues who’s curious to know why my lungs have given up. They won’t even need me to tell them. They’ll see the four-carat ring on my finger and know I’ve married somebody either stinking rich or shady.

But it’s not just somebody shady.

It’s three people.

Three outlaw criminals who ride motorcycles daily.

Three verycharmingoutlaws who are blessed to have dicks of a size that God very sparingly blesses the male species with.

Tammy grabs my arm and smooths her thumb over my wrist. “It’s okay.”

“I don’t remember marrying them.”

“Of course not.”

“Where are they?” I dash out of the bathroom and search for them myself. They’re not in bed, but that’s not to say they’re not taking cover under furniture somewhere waiting for me to beat them up.

It’s Tammy they should be concerned about.

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