Page 113 of The Road Less Traveled By

Everyone laughs as Tristan cocks his head at me. “I’m your only brother!”

“Exactly!” I say as he wraps me in a hug, my sister following shortly after. “I love you guys.”

“We love you too, Bree.” My sister whispers at me before she pulls back. “Now, let’s get back to the party!”

Everyone cheers, and I see Vince chatting with Harry about something as I feel another presence by my side.

“That was a wonderful speech, princess.”

Ilook over at Nico, looking dangerous in his all-black suit, as he looks down at me. “Thanks, Nico. What were you talking to Teags about earlier?”

“Nothing I care to share. Your friend has some rather…interesting tastes in things. Her brain kind of scares me, but I wouldn't say that’s a bad thing.”

I turn my gaze to find Teags sipping another drink, looking tipsy as Tristan goes over to her. Their conversation looks a bit heated before Teags stomps away into the house. Tristan follows her, and so do I.

Heading through the door, I stop when I see Teags headed to get another drink.

“What’s going on?” I ask, hoping one of them can answer my question.

“My sister is being an idiot,” Tristan sighs. “Teags, listen to me, please—”

“No, Tristan. My decision has been made, and nothing you do or say will make me reconsider. So let it go, and we can talk about it another time. Or not, because it’s my life, not yours,” Teags says as she stuffs a cracker into her mouth, swaying on her feet.

“There’s no way you’re driving home tonight. You can either stay here with Mom or go home to that boyfriend of yours. What’s it going to be, sis?”

“Tristan, I can take her home—”

“Bree, it’s fine, babe. You and Vince need time together. You two just became a thing, and I don't wanna fuck that up for you.” Teags moves her eyes to her brother. “I’ll get home, don't worry about me. Stop trying to dictate my life, Tris. It’s your goddamn wedding day; you should be with your wife, not worried about me.”

“Teags, you’re my sister. I’ll always worryabout—”

“Uhh, is everything okay out here?” Dom asks as he steps out of the bathroom, his suit jacket abandoned somewhere and his white sleeves rolled up, showcasing his arms full of tattoos.Has he always had those?

“Everything's fine. As a matter of fact, since you’re not drinking, can you take my sister home? I know you have to leave soon anyway,” Tristan asks him as Teags looks like she’s about to hurl.

“Tristan, I don't need a babysitter, so stop—”

“Not another word, Teags. Just accept my help and get your ass home so I can enjoy my honeymoon and maybe, when I get back, the two of us can talk without you yelling at me.” Tristan throws car keys toward Dom.

“I can always ask Nico to take her if—”

Dom cuts me off. “It’s fine. I’m sober and a fantastic driver.” Dom turns his head towards Teags. “Do you need me to carry you, or can you walk?”

Teags just scoffs at them before she sets her drink down and walks out the front door. “Does she have her shoes? Or her purse?” I ask, knowing the answer is probably no.

“I’ll fucking find them,” Dom says as he grabs his jacket and follows Teags outside. He points at Tristan before he leaves. “You owe me.”

“Just make sure my sister gets home, please. And don’t fucking touch her!” Tristan’s plea is cut off by Dom slamming the front door, and I hear him sigh as he turns to me. “What the hell am I going to do with her?”

“She’ll cool off and you guys can talk. What the hell made you so pissed in the first place?” I ask, hoping he’ll tell me.

“Her choices. She’s been making some impulsive ones lately, and I wanted her to actually think them through.”

“That’s extremely vague and not at all annoying.”

“It’s her life, Bree, but moving to Arizona with someone she’s only known for a few months is fucking crazy.” Tristan leans against one of the chairs, his head between his arms.

“So it’s official?”

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