Page 63 of Choices

“Fine.” I hold it up and wiggle my fingers to prove it.

“She’s made of biker blood,” Dodger beams. Taking my mug of coffee, he slurps the liquid and helps himself to the bacon Diamond left on her plate. “You girls got plans today?”

Rogue exhales a breath and looks at me. “You want to do some wedding stuff?”

“Yes!”

“What the fuck?” Dodger exclaims, frowning at Cutter as he walks toward us, a large glass fishbowl in his arms, two goldfish swimming around a green plant swaying in the water.

My heart pounds into my throat.

Placing it on the table, he ignores all the eyes on him, focusing solely on me. “The kid at the store said goldfish livelonger in pairs.” Digging into his pocket, he places a tube of food next to the bowl. “I’m really fucking sorry you got hurt, Kit. That’s the last thing I’d ever want for you.”

Thud—thud—thud.

Can they see him, hear him…is this happening?

“Am I missing something?” Dodger asks.

“You’re missing lots of things, brains being one,” Dad grunts.

“What’s going on?” Monster asks, looking over Cutter’s shoulder. I’m used to being surrounded by brothers, but right now, I wish everyone would fuck off. I’m pretty sure tears are burning my eyes.

“Cutter got Kit goldfish because she hurt her hand. Were we all supposed to get her something?”

“You know, married men used to give their wives a goldfish on their one-year anniversary. They’re supposed to bring luck,” Monster informs the group.

Nope, I can’t deal with this.

“My cat ate mine then I cut my hand open on the smashed bowl. Sounds pretty unlucky to me,” I snap. Pushing my chair back, I take off, getting all the way to the door before turning back around to get my fish.

This changes nothing.

“Do we have to do this in here? No offense, Kit, but your room looks like it belongs to a teenage boy.” Rose’s words reach my ears but don’t penetrate my brain.

“Kitty.” Rogue clicks her fingers in my face, jolting me from the trance the goldfish have me in. “Do you want to talk about it?” She juts her chin toward the bowl sitting on my dresser.

“No, sorry. What were you saying?”

“Rose was being totally offensive, and I said, ‘this seems excessive.’” She puffs out a frustrated breath, throwing a wedding magazine into the pile Rose has scattered across my bed.

“How is it excessive? This is the most special day of your life.” Rose skims the pages and jabs a finger on the one she was looking for. “Your figure would look incredible in that.”

Picking up the magazine, Rogue’s eyes spring wide. “It’s twelve thousand dollars.” She scoffs, shaking her head.

“Money won’t be an issue. You can get whatever you want. Callan is loaded.” He saves money like squirrels hoard nuts.

“My mom and Bear want to pay for my dress,” she says distractedly, checking her phone.

“So, are they an item now?”

Making apfftsound with her lips, she takes a seat in the purple chair, curling her legs beneath her ass. “She avoids the question when I broach the subject and just says they both want to speak to me about something important but in person.”

“Aren’t they traveling the world?” Rose asks, thumbing through another book.

“It’s more hiding,” she says sheepishly. “Bear is a Devil, after all.”

“Was,” I correct. “And you’re marrying the VP of the Kings of Sin, who also happens to be the president’s son. If anyone can get strings pulled, it’s you. There’s no bounty on his head.”

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