Page 116 of Beautifully Reckless

Trunk and Murf have everything set up, yelling for everyone to sit the fuck down as I step out into the chaos.

The barn doors are wide open, letting the outside in, and I make my way over to the duck pond where Ace, our ordained brother, waits on the deck overlooking the water.

I catch Wendy’s scowling face in the crowd, and wish like fuck Smitty had approved my request to fucking banish her. The problem is, Wendy is an anything goes type of Doxy, so the men fucking froth over her. There’d be a riot if she got sent packing, but at least Smitty gave her an official warning. You only get one in our club. Next fuck up, and she’s gone.

Those that are sitting are on hay bales and low benches slapped together from old scraps of timber, lining the makeshift aisle, while the rest of the crowd stand around the outside, watching on.

I get a few whoops and cheers as I take my position on the deck, some of the Doxies throwing catcalls my way.

The second I spot Ma moving to her seat, I rush forward and take her arm, helping her over the uneven ground, my gut clenching at how unsteady she seems on her feet.

Shit.

Millie hurries to join us, and the look we exchange says it all. It’s one we’ve shared more times than I can count.

Ma is close to a flare up.

“Would you two stop fussing?” she mutters as we help her to sit. “You’re carrying on like I’m some old biddy.”

“I’ll never stop fussing over you, Ma,” I tell her as she relaxes back in her seat, her hand lifting to cup my jaw.

“You’re a good boy, Cameron. Even though we can’t see him, just remember Bobby is standing right by your side today.”

“Shit, Ma,” Millie sobs. “You’re making me cry before the wedding has even started.”

Fuck. I wish my little brother was here.

It takes me three fucking tries to swallow the lump in my throat, and when I finally do, I press a kiss to Ma’s forehead before returning to the deck.

A hush falls over the crowd as Smitty yells, “Quieten down!” And then I spot Lani hurrying out of the house, a camera at the ready as music starts playing through the outdoor speakers.

I barely register the tune, too busy waiting for my first glimpse of my bride.

Is she really going to marry me? Or will she leave me at the altar?

The male voice singing through the speakers finally registers, and I fucking stiffen, spinning to face Ace.

“What the fuck is this music?”

He shrugs, taking a noticeable step back. “It’s what the bride wanted.”

“What the fuck is it?” JD whispers from next to me, and fuck me, my soon-to be-wife has a set of balls on her.

“That little…” I trail off, turning my smirk to my best man. “It’s fucking One Direction.”

Horror flashes across his expression. “Oh.”

Yeah… fucking, oh!

My fucking jaw ticks as I shoot my gaze back to the steps of my house to see Jols already doing her wedding march or whatever the fuck you call it, heading our way as Abbey’s stand-in-bridesmaid.

“Fuck me,” JD mutters under his breath, and I sneak a glance at him.

Jesus, he’s practically drooling.

I’ve always known he has a thing for Jols, but lately, he’s not being real fucking subtle about hiding it. Especially from Smitty, Jols’ step-dad.

“Keep it in your pants. Prez is coming,” I mutter under my breath, and in my peripheral, I see JD stand taller, straightening his cut.

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