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In a blue wig.

Her face is turned, and I don’t think it’s her, but Booker’s already after it. He follows her down the aisle and taps her on the shoulder.

When she turns around, she winks and smiles.

It isn’t Storm, but she hands him a folded note. He reads it, and she disappears.

“What is it?” I ask when he comes back over.

He hands it to me.

Thought you were getting warmer, B.

But you’re ice cold now.

Come and find me already.

I’m waiting…

Xoxo

Storm

Ishakemy head and hand it back to him. “Good luck with that one, buddy.”

He nods and gives me one last toast before he bails and mammy tells us it’s time to take our spots at the front of the church.

And then I wait. For my beautiful little hellraiser to walk down the aisle.

She looks like an angel as she walks towards me.

And I’m harder than hell knowing she’s filled with my come, and soon she’s going to be wearing my ring on her finger for good.

I can’t help it.

When she gets to the end of the aisle, and Niall gives her away, I kiss her in front of everyone. Before the priest clears his throat and interrupts us.

“We haven’t reached that part yet.”

“Right.” I kiss her again. “Sorry about that.”

Scarlett smiles at me and then pulls away so we can proceed with the ceremony. It’s all traditional.

Scarlett and I talked about it, and we both agreed we were more than happy to just do it at Slainte without any fanfare. But this is for mammy.

And when I look out and catch a glimpse of her bawling happy tears, I’m more grateful than ever to Scarlett for indulging her.

When he gets to the part of the vows, I listen to every word and repeat them carefully, putting as much emphasis onto them as I can.

It’s important to me that Scarlett knows I might joke around, and even though we just desecrated the church in our own way, I do take this seriously.

These are vows that can’t be broken.

The same as my vows to the syndicate and my brothers.

For the rest of my life, I will worship her and do whatever it takes to protect the sanctity of our marriage. I add that part in too, on my last vow.

The priest has had about enough of us, so he wraps it up quickly. And after we exchange the rings, he says those five magical little words.

You may kiss your bride.

I kiss the fuck out of her.

All night long.

The End