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Now it'smy turn to burst out laughing. "That asshole."
"Can we get married now?"
Folding the letter, I hand it back to Vayda and stand. "Fuck, yeah. I'll be waitin' for you at the end of the aisle." I kiss her lips.
When I step out of Pop's house and onto the porch after leaving my woman to finish getting ready, I feel lighter. Somehow knowing I have Damien's blessing has calmed the storm and guilt that hadn't entirely disappeared from my heart. Sometimes closure is the greatest gift a person can receive.
"Ready, Son?" Mr. Wilder asks as he comes to stand next to me on the porch.
"I've never been more ready for anything in my life."
He claps me on the back. "Well, then. Let's get the show on the road."
Nodding, I bound down the steps and head across the yard toward the pier at the edge of Pop's property. The second Riggs' grandfather heard Vayda, and I were getting married, he offered up his place. I was shocked when Vayda happily accepted the invitation. I assumed she'd want to get married back home in Texas. She declined, stating that New Orleans was her new home. That here is where she wanted to build a life with me, Sydney, and the club. Vayda also didn't waste time planning the wedding. She, Luna, Josie, and Payton put everything together in less than two weeks.
Vayda said she had waited long enough to be mine and had made the joke she wanted to tie the knot before I had a chance to change my mind. I ended up fucking those thoughts right out of her head when she made that remark. No way in hell was I changing my mind. Vayda was mine. Case closed. So, she and the girls went into full-on planning mode. To be honest, I didn't help much. I told Vayda to tell me when and where and I'd be there with bells on, and the rest was up to her.
When I showed up to Pop's this morning, the yard was transformed. There was a large table set up that could comfortably seat twenty people. It was draped in a white cloth. There was another large table filled with an abundance of food, and in the corner of the yard, my woman had the most important station set up—the bar. On top of all that, I caught sight of Josie and Payton stringing up lights or some shit on the bushes. I assume that was whatever girly shit the women wanted. That goes for all the flowery shit the pier and dock are draped in. All I care about is marrying my woman.
"Are we ready?" The pastor standing to my right asks.
I look over my shoulder to Riggs, who is standing beside me as my best man, then peer out at my brothers and my family gathered on the dock. I nod. The pastor gives the signal to Mr. Wilder, who is standing at the edge of the riverbed with Vayda, who has her left arm linked with her father and a bouquet of Lilies in her right hand.
Time stands still as I drink her in. My woman is wearing a strapless white dress, flaring out at her hips, stopping just above her knees, showing off her long lean legs. My eyes continue to travel the length of her body, pausing as I take in her signature black combat boots. My eyes move back to her midnight curls that frame her gorgeous face. Vayda's whiskey color eyes connect with mine, and a smile tugs at my face. My woman is unapologetically herself. She is perfect in every sense of the word. The rest of my life begins the moment Vayda steps up onto the pier, and with a smile gracing her beautiful face, she makes her way toward our forever.
