Chapter 9
Remy
I don’t know why the fuck I’m doing this. Why I’m still debating it. I said what I needed to say to her and left it at that. I know Gunner talked to her, but she still wouldn’t say shit.
I look at myself in the mirror and chuckle. Me in a fucking suit. I never thought I’d see the day. I grab my phone and keys and head out of my room and down the hall. A few of the girls whistle, making me laugh, but it isn’t until I step foot into the main room that the jokes start. All the guys laugh and give me hell for being in a suit. I laugh along with them because I’m sure it’s a sight to see.
“I don’t know, Remy, I think you could pull off the whole accountant look,” Hodge says, slapping a hand on my shoulder.
“Fuck that shit. I’m still debatin’ this shit,” I tell him, tugging at the sleeves of the suit jacket.
“You look good, brother. Not somethin’ I thought I’d ever see you in, but looks good.”
“Thanks, brother. Now let’s see if I can get through this goddamn weddin’ without causin’ a scene.” Now they laugh.
“You and I both know that shit isn’t gonna happen,” Gunner adds as he walks out of his office.
“Probably not, Prez. But I’m gonna give it a shot,” I tell him.
“You’re a good man, Remy. Far better than me. There’s no way in fuck I could be in your situation and still go to her weddin’.”
“It feels like closure, brother. Somethin’ I think we both need.”
“You might be right there. Good luck,” he calls as I head for the door. I don’t know how I’m going to get through this or how I’m going to keep to myself, but I think we both need this. She needs to see it’s over, and I need to see that she’s marrying someone else.
I climb on my bike because there is no way I am getting in a cage for this shit and ride. The wedding venue isn’t too far away and it doesn’t take me long to make it there. I park my bike and head for the wedding, all while my heart hammers in my chest. I can’t believe this is it. I can’t believe this is the end of us.
I crack my neck as I find a place to sit and wait for the show to start. It doesn’t take long, and the music starts. We all stand, and that’s when I see her. Fuck, she looks amazing in that dress. She walks down the aisle alone as she smiles and looks at her guests. Then her eyes find mine, and it’s as if all the fucking air leaves my lungs. I see the hurt in her eyes, the pain. Maybe this isn’t what she wanted, I don’t know.
I look away, not able to keep looking at her as she makes her way to the front. To him. I can’t stand even looking at the motherfucker. It makes me sick to my fucking stomach. Yet I sit here and endure it. Needing the finality.
They start speaking, and I zone out, thinking about what my vows to her would have been. What would I have said? That I’d protect her, love her, care for, every second of every goddamn day that I’m alive. I would have told her how much she meant to me and how I couldn’t lose her. I would have promised her the goddamn world, and then I would have burnt everything to the ground to give it to her.
I don’t listen too much to what she’s saying until I hear it. Our safe word. My eyes shoot to her and hold there. Her eyes slowly leave his for the briefest of seconds when she says it again. Is that for me? She’s saying it for me. Surely, this isn’t a part of her vows.
Something clicks in place inside of me, and I’m on my feet. I reach behind me and pull my gun as I race up the aisle toward her. There’s chatter, and I hear men yelling, but that doesn’t stop me.
I grab Tianna around the waist and pull her back against me as I point the gun at Brad.
“What the hell is this?” Brad roars as his men pull their guns also. Tianna nearly goes limp in my arms; something’s not right here. I keep my arm around her as I slowly walk us backward toward the parking lot.
“Stay the fuck back! I will fuckin’ shoot her!” I roar as I keep us moving toward the parking lot. Guests are running, and people are going everywhere. Tianna’s body goes limp in my arms. I hoist her up and fall into the crowd as they all run toward their cars. I’m at my bike, cradling her against me as I climb on, keeping her in front of me.
“Tianna?” I say her name as I rev the bike. Fuck how am I going to do this? Her head slumps against my chest as I keep one arm wrapped around her. I take off out of the parking lot just as I hear shots being fired. I know they’re aiming at me, and I don’t give a shit right now.
I keep Tianna tucked closely to me as I ride as fast as I can, trying to keep her from falling off. I don’t even have a free hand to call ahead to the guys. Fuck!
It seems like forever before I make it to the clubhouse and pull in. Thankfully, Locke is outside and sees me.
“You kidnapped her?” he asks, nodding toward Tianna.
“Come grab her. She’s out.” He rushes over and grabs her, hefting her into his arms as I climb off my bike. Then I quickly take her from him and head for the door. “Might be smart to keep someone out here on guard,” I tell him. He nods and calls the prospect over and lets him know what’s going on as I walk down the hall to my room.
Locke meets me there and comes inside as I lay her on the bed and check her eyes.
“She’s on somethin’,” I tell him.
“On her weddin’ day?”
“She used her safe word, Locke.”
“What do you mean?”
“We have a safe word, asshole. You know, for sex? She used it twice in her vows,” I tell him.
“That could be a coincidence.”
“No. I don’t think so. She knew I was there, and she used her goddamn safe word.”
“So you took her?” he asks.
“Yeah, I fuckin’ took her! She used it twice, Locke. Somethin’ was wrong.”
“What do you wanna do now?”
“Get the Doc in here. I need to know what the fuck she’s on.” He nods his head and leaves the room as I start ripping the dress from her body. I can’t see her in this shit. I don’t want to. I strip her down to her bra and panties when I see the bruises on her. Fingerprints, to be exact. All over her thighs, her hips. Tianna isn’t into that kind of thing. She doesn’t like it. And she let him do this to her?
“Locke told me you kidnapped her,” Gunner states as he enters the room and looks at her half-naked body on the bed. “Those from him?” he asks, nodding toward the bruises. I quickly throw the sheet over her body as I look up at him.
“She isn’t into that shit, Prez. Never has been.”
“You sayin’ she wouldn’t have wanted that done to her?” I shake my head.
“No. She wouldn’t want that shit. Like I said, she isn’t into that kind of shit,” I say once more.
“So he did it. Forcefully, I would assume. What are you gonna do now?”
“I don’t know. I need to figure this shit out. I don’t know what the fuck is goin’ on.”
“Yeah, that’s an issue. Doc’s on his way, but we’re behind you whatever you choose,” he says before turning and walking out of the room. I should send her ass home. I should send her back to him. Fuck! I tug at my hair because I don’t fucking know what to do with her. She didn’t want this life. She didn’t want to be here and now here she is. Lying in my goddamn bed.