“We’re a bunch of sad fucks,” Bull grumbles. “Following our women like a bunch of pussy-whipped men.”

“You sure are complaining a lot for a man driving the damn vehicle,” I tell him. Dragon is following in a second vehicle, and the closer we get, the more on edge I get. I know I’m probably being an idiot, but I do not like Carrie out of my sight. It’s irrational. Just because Dragon and Nicole’s wedding went fucking insane, doesn’t mean anything. They ended up married, happy and with two sons. Still, I know I’m not going to rest until this wedding is done and Carrie has my last name. Then, life will go back to what it has been before. Shit. I don’t know. I have been on edge ever since I killed those men. They needed to be ended. It wasn’t the first time I had killed someone…but this was different. This time I killed…for me, for my future…for vengeance. Maybe I’m afraid it will come back to bite me in the ass. Karma is a fucked up bitch. Still, I need to stop. I’m letting the past get to me again. I need to stop that shit.

The past is dead and over. I buried it for the final time. Carrie. She’s my purpose. She’s the reason I survived. She’s why I face tomorrow. Hell, she’s the reason I look forward to tomorrow.

“If you assholes are getting your women, then I sure as hell am. I’ll just make sure Skye knows you guys demanded we show up there—not me.”

“Smooth man, real smooth.”

“I thought so,” he grins as we pull into the parking lot of the club the girls are at. Dragon parks beside us and then the three of take off to the front entrance.

“How mad do you think the women are going to be when they see us crashing their girl’s night?” I ask, more or less for something to say.

“I’m going to make her ass blood red,” Dragon growls.

“What the fuck is Skye doing?” Bull asks. I follow their line of sight and look at the stage. Skye is on the floor holding something, and I think she’s crying. I can’t tell because the damn place is way too loud. Nicole is bouncing up and down cheering Carrie on … and Carrie…

Motherfucker.

I take off running toward the stage, pushing people out of my way. I hear Dragon and Bull just a half of a step—two at the most, behind me. The first thing I do when I hit the stage is pull myself up, grab the fucker who is hugging my, woman and push him aside.

“Jacob! That’s not very nice!” Carrie berates me.

“What the hell are you doing, Carrie?” I growl.

“I was trying to show Skye how I won my title!”

“Your title?”

“Jacob, I won Blow Job Queen!” she squeals, and then reaches down to show me this red thing she has hanging off her shoulders, that says the same thing.

“I don’t want you to show me. This is Bull’s fault!” Skye gripes.

“My fault? What the fuck did I do, Doc?”

“Well obviously, Dancer trains his woman better.”

“Trains?” Bull asks, laughing. Fuck, I might laugh too, if Carrie wasn’t giving me a heart attack.

“Well he obviously has given her tricks on how to…” she stops to hiccup, “give a Humvee!”

“A Humvee?”

“She means hummer,” Nicole giggles.

“Mama—”

“I did good Dragon. It’s not my fault or yours that I lost.”

“Mama—”

“It’s just the banana doesn’t taste as good as you do.”

“Motherfucker,” Dragon says on a sigh, his head down.

“Plus, it wasn’t as hard as you get. Cause well you get really firm and you fill my mouth a lot more, so it’s easier to clamp down and suck…”

“That’s enough, Mama,” Dragon laughs.

“I was just trying to explain why I didn’t win the crown,” Nicole mumbles.

“Let’s get you back to the hotel we’re booked in for the night, and you can show me.”

“What about the boys?”

“They’re sleeping at Mary’s. We’ll be over there before they wake up in the morning. Though you’ll probably be hungover as fuck,” he sighs, pulling his woman into his arms. He carries her like she was a child in his arms.

“That’s not nice! I won’t be hungover. I’m not drunk. I just feel…nice.”

“I’m sure you do,” Dragon answers, shaking his head.

“Hold up, Boss,” Bull yells, tossing me the keys. “See you tomorrow for the shindig, Dance,” he growls. “Let’s go Skye.”

“No. I’m mad at you.”

“What the hell for?”

“I broke the banana. Shit, I can never suck your dick again!”

“What in the Hell, are you talking about woman?” Bull growls, and I think I can see real fear on his face. Then again, if Carrie said she was never sucking my cock again, I’d feel it too.

“What if I hurt your dick? You never told me I was too rough!” Skye cries.

“Jesus. Where the hell is Crusher?” I ask, shaking my head at the sad-ass shape the ladies are in.

“He’s probably in the back, fucking Dani,” Carrie announces, and I pinch the bridge of my nose. She’s so drunk, because my Carrie would never use the word fucking in front of all these people so casually. Then again, my Carrie wouldn’t be wearing a crown or a sash that says, “Blow Job Queen,” so proudly, without blushing her ass off.

“Let’s get you home. Mary and her friend, Tanya, are alone with the kids. They might need us.”

“But we’re having fun,” she pouts.

“Where the hell is the sweater you were wearing?”

“It was hot in here,” she grumbles, curling up her nose, and looking down at her sweater. Christ. That’s it.

“I’m taking you home,” I growl. It’s either that, or fuck her on the stage, so every son of a bitch in here knows who she belongs to. Me.

Possessiveness. Just one more thing Carrie brings out in me. I used to have nothing and now, I have everything.