Chapter 20
“Vike?” Sasquatch looks shocked to see me when I pass him in the yard. He’s dressed pretty sharp in the black jeans and black shirt that he’s wearing under his cut. It’s a damn shame he’s got himself all dressed up for nothing.
“Greaser inside?” I check as I head for the door.
“Yep.” He flicks his half-finished cigarette at the floor and follows me inside like he’s expecting a show.
I throw open the door and see Greaser at the bar, surrounded by the rest of our club brothers, who are all dressed the same as Sasquatch.
The smug bastard looks like he’s got the whole world in the palm of his hand. I can't wait to fuckin’ crush it.
“Vike...” He smiles that confident smile when he notices me, and as all my brothers turn their heads, Dev is wearing a pleased grin of his own.
“Pleased you could join us.” Greaser adjusts the tie he’s wearing.
“You must have missed the memo about the dress code.” His eyes glance up and down at the jeans and shirt I’m wearing with my cut.
I smile back at him, keeping my cool by reminding myself that he won’t be smug for very long.
“Perhaps now you're here, you could give Alicia away; it’d be a nice touch.” He chuckles, and Dev shakes his head like he wants to decapitate the fucker, too.
“I don’t think that's gonna be necessary,” I tell him, stepping closer so my face is right in his. “Alicia’s changed her mind; she ain’t gonna be showing up today.” I break the news with pleasure and watch all the cockiness fall from his face.
“What the fuck ya talkin’ bout, Vike?” he growls at me.
“I’m talkin’ bout the fact Alicia came to her senses.” I smile.
“What the fuck did ya say to her?” He grabs my throat, and I slam both my hands hard into his chest, forcing him to release me and stumble backwards.
“What I should have said to her a long time ago, before I let you get inside her head.” I close the space I made between us, and Wrath quickly gets in my way.
“Brothers don’t turn on brothers, you know the rules,” he reminds me.”
“You seriously expect me not to beat the fuck outta this asshole when he shows up to ruin my wedding?” Greaser argues, and when he comes for me, both Ruckus and Dev step in to hold him back.
“Rules don’t apply in the pit,” I point out. “Where’s Raze? I wanna request a challenge.” I look around the room, noticing he ain’t here.
“Raze is AWOL; has been since last night,” Wrath informs me, looking a little uneasy. “This is gonna have to wait until he gets back.”
“This ain’t waiting, Wrath. I’ve waited long enough; you’re VP, make the call.” I stare at Greaser over his shoulder, hoping he doesn’t let me down.
“Fuck.” Wrath shakes his head, “Damn fuckin’ Raze.” His hand scrubs over his face in frustration.
“I say we put it to a vote. All those in favor of seeing these guys beat the crap outta each other, raise ya hand,” Sinner suggests, raising his own, and Dev grins at me when he raises his too. He’s followed by everyone else in the room, and I feel a rush of adrenaline kick in.
“Guess that's fuckin’ settled.” I turn around and slam the door open, shrugging out of my cut and handing it to Wrath, before dragging my t-shirt up over my head and lowering myself into the pool pit.