Page 81 of Spike's Perdition
“Better hope Spike doesn’t kick your ass for staring at his woman’s tits,” Carmella teases.
“Shit,” Possum mutters.
“I won’t tell,” I whisper.
“I will,” Jez promises.
Possum grimaces. “Can you at least wait until after the wedding, so I don’t have a black eye?”
“Sure,” Jez says cheerfully. “It’ll be my wedding gift to Spike.”
“Where are you going to get it?” Megan asks, taking Jack from me. “The tattoo, I mean.”
“On my shoulder,” I reply.
Possum fires up the tattoo gun. Surprisingly, all I feel is peace. Never in a million years did I think I’d ever get something permanently inked on my body. After having Jack literally cut out of me, though, needles aren’t as scary anymore.
Violet’s right. I survived.We survived.
Spike
One week later…
“You ready, brother?”
I glance at my reflection in the mirror in the gym. When I asked Ivory to marry me, I was fully expecting her to want me in a monkey suit for the ceremony, but she surprised me when she said that she wanted everything to be more casual.
“More than ready,” I reply to Thorn.
He’s helping me get ready while the rest of the brothers set up the common room and the old ladies help Ivory with Jack.
“I can’t believe she said yes.”
“Dude, she had my kid,” I remind him. “Of course, she said yes.”
“It all makes sense now,” he taunts. “She felt obligated.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
Thorn laughs. If it weren’t for the small matter of a wedding ceremony, I’d beat the shit out of him.
Before we can continue our banter, Mark walks into the gym. “Everything’s ready.”
I nod at him, silently wondering when we’re gonna vote on the prospect’s patch. When we were all so busy with Ivory and finding Jack, he really stepped up to handle Carter Maxwell’s purge. Normally, we wouldn’t want a prospect involved too much in that, but it couldn’t be helped.
Besides, he’s Malice’s brother and has earned the right to show us what he’s made of.
“Let’s get this show on the road,” Thorn announces several minutes later, breaking into my thoughts. “Keep her waiting too long, and she’s liable to walk right out of the clubhouse.”
Shaking my head, I roll my eyes and follow him out of the gym. The common room looks amazing, and my heart stutters in my chest as I take my place at the makeshift altar.
The music starts, and Apple begins to singSoul of a Saint.I can’t stop the laugh that barrels out of my chest. Ivory must’ve arranged this because I don’t remember planning it.
My vision blurs when Ivory steps into sight. She’s wearing a strapless, floor-length dress and has never looked more beautiful. When she reaches me, she twists, showing me the tattoo on her shoulder that she’s managed to keep hidden since she got it.
“I love it,” I whisper.
“I love you,” she says.
