Page 80 of Happenstance
She turned her head and gave him a snarky grin as they started their walk. “Chase wouldn’t do this.”
“Well, Chase isn’t fucking here now, is he. Fucking, biker, pussy ass, bitch,” Derek added in a low mutter.
Shelby walked up and placed her arm on my shoulder. “Rye’s not taking this well.”
I rolled my eyes her way, “Did you expect her to?”
“No,” she sighed. “I don’t see what the problem is? I mean, she loves him, right?”
I shrugged, “You’d know better than me.”
Riley and I weren’t exactly hang out buddies.
“Don’t worry, Cherry Pie,” Logan slapped Shelby on the ass, making her squeal, “We can show ‘em how it’s done.”
“Oh yeah,” she purred, turning around to face him.
A second later, they were gone. Probably fucking against the wall behind me. Logan wasn’t exactly worried about discretion. I was much more interested in how Micha’s bonding ritual was going to turn out. In a second, Riley would have to kneel and show her subservience. Somehow, I didn’t think she’d be very obliging to that.
“Who gives this woman to this man?” Lou said to Derek.
He said nothing.
Lou sighed. “You may speak now, Derek.”
“Oh, you want me to speak now, do you?”
“I do,” Lou nodded.
“Go fuck yourself, Louis.”
This time, everyone sighed. It took some doing, but after a few punches, and a couple threats, Derek finally said, “I, Derek Daniel Adams, do,” with a quietly muttered, “Asshole.”
And then came prying Riley’s arm off her dad, which neither one of them was keen on doing. Eventually Micha had his girl, and Derek was carted off to the back. Was every step going to be this painful?
“Riley Marie Adams,” Lou was no longer able to hide the frustration in his tone, “Submit to your husband, and kneel.”
Riley refused, crossing her arms and eyeing him.
“Kneel, Mouse,” Micha barked, loud enough that it echoed through the room.
Her lips rounded with a firm, “No.”
I’d have to say yes, every step was going to be this painful. It was amusing though. Watching Micha force his girl on her knees. Listening to her muttered threats of castration when Lou recited the vows about bearing him sons. Of all the ceremonies and rituals I’d been to, this was by far the most entertaining. When it was all done and over with, Riley stormed outside, while Micha downed a cup of what I could only assume was alcohol. I was kind of looking forward to Shelby and Logan’s turn.
There was a few minute break while the next couple got ready. Since Shelby’s dad was gone, Lou was giving her away, so Silas’s dad had to do the ceremony. Dr. Creswell was chosen because, like his son, he had a gigantic stick shoved up his ass when it came to the rules. My father told bad dad jokes. The girls playing the part of wives for Lana’s benefit, were watching this all transpire with wide eyes. I didn’t know who the fuck they were, but if I had to guess, they probably came from Lou’s underground sex club.
The only actual wife here, aside from Lana, was my mother. Silas’s was in New Zealand filming her next movie, and Lou didn’t want Cheyenne involved. Shelby’s mom was far too innocent, and since Lou wasn’t having anymore kids of his own, there was no reason to include her. Besides, it would create unwanted complications for the King of Kings. Order doctrine trumped all, even marriage. If Shelby ever tried to leave Logan, guess who he’d have to side with?
I, however, didn’t give a fuck about Order doctrine. My Angel was the only thing that trumped all. The rest of these pricks could kiss my ass. And I happened to know I wasn’t alone. Logan and Micha thought the same way. Either one of them would, and had killed for their girl. In their eyes, their woman came first.
I guess that was the difference between love, and an arrangement. Love could drive a man to stab his best friend. Logan was the perfect example of that. He’d pulled a gun on Micha, and heneverthreatened Micha. Speaking of Logan…
The cocky asshole was standing in his place with a stupid smile on his face, like he was king of the world. Shelby wasn’t any better, staring back at him with her arm looped in Lou’s and this doe eyed look on her face. My teeth were hurting from the sweetness in the air. Somehow, the sick fucks twisted what most would perceive as a tender moment, into something sinful.
Shelby was licking her lips as Lou walked her down the aisle, while Logan’s mouth curled in a wicked smirk. It felt like I was watching a fucking porn. And not a good one. One of those cheesy piles of shit that Mason kept sending to me. With the seventies pizza man and the bikini clad housewife. At least Logan had some originality, though I could’ve done without the unicorn porn.
“Logan Elliot Hudson,” Dr. Creswell’s called out, loud enough that it made me wonder if he was trying to out do Lou, “Member of the Order of Ravens and Wolves and future King, have you chosen a wife?”
