Beautiful Collide (Saints Of Redville #3)

Chapter 69

69

Molly

Cassidy: MOLLY SINCLAIR, EXPLAIN YOURSELF.

Josie: I wake up, check my phone, and BAM. “Hudson Wilde marries teammate’s sister in Vegas.” What is happening???

Cassidy: You MARRIED him??? Like . . . legally??

Molly: Can everyone calm down? It’s not a big deal.

Cassidy: Not a big deal??? GIRL, it’s literally a headline. I had to re-read it three times to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating.

Josie: Do we call you Mrs. Wilde now? Or do you prefer Hex Wilde?

Molly: I knew I shouldn’t have told you two about Hex.

Josie: To be fair, we loaded you with booze first.

Cassidy: Hex Wilde sounds like a supervillain. Fitting, honestly.

Molly: Stop. Both of you.

Josie: Oh, we’re just getting started.

Cassidy: Wait, wait. Tell me there was Elvis. There had to be Elvis.

Molly: I’m not answering that.

Josie: ?? THAT’S A YES.

Cassidy: I am crying. Vegas weddings and Elvis?? This is iconic.

Molly: I hate you both.

Josie: No, you don’t. You’re just mad we found out through TMZ instead of you.

Cassidy: So mad. You couldn’t even send a “Hey, I married Hudson Wilde” text?

Molly: You’re acting like this was planned! It wasn’t. It just . . . happened.

Cassidy: “It just happened.” That’s your explanation? You tripped and fell into holy matrimony??

Josie: Did Hudson dare you? Tell me he dared you.

Molly: No, there was no dare!

Cassidy: So you chose this. Voluntarily.

Josie: Questionable decisions were made.

Cassidy: Extremely questionable.

Molly: Are you two done?

Josie: I’m never done. But seriously, Molls . . . are you okay? Like, for real?

Cassidy: Yeah. The media is going nuts. We’re joking, but you know we’re here if you need anything, right?

Molly: I’m fine. I promise. It’s just . . . a lot.

Josie: I bet. Having your entire life plastered across the internet sucks.

Cassidy: And having Hudson as a husband can’t help.

Molly: You have no idea.

Molly: Actually, Hudson is great.

Josie: I will say, you two are kind of . . . weirdly cute together? Like enemies-to-lovers, Vegas edition. You could write a book.

Molly: Don’t. Start.

Cassidy: ?? She’s flustered. Did we hit a nerve, Mrs. Wilde?

Molly: Stop calling me that.

Josie: No chance.

Cassidy: Never happening.

Molly: You two are the worst.

Josie: But we love you. And if you need to hide, cry, scream, or plot Hudson’s murder, just say the word.

Cassidy: We’ll bring snacks and bail money.

Molly: I appreciate you idiots.

Cassidy: Anytime.

Cassidy: Now, seriously, does Hudson know how to say “I do,” or did he just nod like an overconfident frat boy?

Molly: I’m leaving this chat.

Josie: ?? That’s not a denial.

Cassidy: We’ll take that as confirmation.

Molly: I’m blocking you both.

Josie: Love you too, Mrs. Wilde.

Cassidy: Forever and always.