Luisa
“Jasmine, it’s your wedding day. Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine. It’s time for you to go, Quill is going to be furious,” I say, crying against Jasmine’s shoulder.
I’m in her parents’ house, I snuck up to Jasmine’s bedroom to be alone after Hawke left. When Jasmine came looking for me, to tell me she was throwing the bouquet and to get my ass down there, I couldn’t hold my sorrow in. I cried as I said, “Oh, Jasmine, it’s happened again.”
“I’m not leaving you like this, Lu. I can’t. Did he say where he was going?”
“To her!” I reply, and cover my face with my hands, unable to stop crying.
“No,” Jasmine says, shocked. “He wouldn’t do that, not again.”
“Wouldn’t he?” I state angrily, wiping away tears with the back of my hand. “He told me she was in trouble, and that he had to go and help her. She’s always going to be there, Jazz. She’ll always be between us. I can’t compete with her, she was his first love, and he was going to marry her. I can’t, I just can’t.”
“Oh, Lu.” Jasmine hugs me once again. “I’m so sorry.”
“What’s going on in here?” a deep, husky voice says.
Jasmine and I both look up at the same time, and find Quill standing by the door. His eyes are warm as they focus on Jasmine, and I envy what they have. If only Hawke and I had the same connection. I thought we did, but lately, I’m not so sure.
Quill walks into the room and stops behind Jasmine. He leans down, and she turns her head in time to catch his lips. It’s a brief kiss before his attention falls on me. His eyes are full of concern. “What happened? Where’s Hawke?”
I begin to sob again, and Jasmine rubs my back. “He’s gone, Quill, he just left,” Jasmine explains for me.
“What do you mean he left? Hawke wouldn’t leave on my wedding day without telling me.”
I look at Quill as he snatches his phone out of the inside of his jacket. He presses buttons rapidly, making a call. “I’ll see what the fuck’s going on,” he murmurs.
Quill starts pacing, looking down at his phone before lifting it back to his ear. “Hawke, where the fuck are you, brother? Call me.”
“He’s with his whore!” I shout. My nose is dripping, and tears are falling freely down my face. I’m a mess.
“He’s what? Who the fuck is his whore?” Quill questions, clenching his jaw.
“Josie. You know his ex-fiancée, don’t you?
Quill sighs and rubs a hand over the back of his neck. This is probably not a good time to be noticing how handsome he looks tonight. You would never know he’s a biker in the suit he’s wearing, and with the way his hair is styled.
He stops pacing and walks closer to the bed where Jasmine and I are seated. “Tell me exactly what he said.”
I wrap my arms around my waist and begin. “Hawke and I were dancing… until his phone rang. He said he had to take the call, so he left and went outside of the marquee. I went to check on Jasmine and noticed he’d been gone a while, so I went searching for him and found him talking on his phone. He disconnected when I approached, and then told me he was going to have to leave, on club business apparently.”
“Club business?” Quill repeats.
I nod, and continue. “When I asked how he could leave at a time like this, he said Josie was in trouble, and that he had to go make sure she’s okay.”
“This doesn’t make sense. Why wouldn’t Hawke come talk to me before leaving?”
“Maybe because he knew it’s our wedding day,” Jasmine offers.
“Look guys, it is your wedding day. Don’t worry about Hawke, I’m sure he’d call if it was indeed club business,” I say, my voice laced with venom.
Quill comes around the side of the bed, and I turn to face him. He grabs my hands in his warm ones. “Hawke loves you, don’t doubt that. He has a big heart, and if Josie called him because she needed his help, Hawke wouldn’t be able to turn his back on that. He’s just not built that way, neither of us are. We served together, I know him like my real brother.”
I inhale deeply, and think on Quill’s words. “I know you’re right, Quill, but he almost lost me not too long ago because of his lies. Now he’s going to her? Surely there’s someone else that can help her.”
Quill shakes his head. “Not sure, Lu, but I know she’s lost everything, and that may include everyone.”
“So how is it his problem?” I say, exasperated.
“It’s not his problem. I’m pissed at him too, Lu. Leaving my wedding without coming to me, something doesn’t feel right. But I’ll find out, don’t worry,” he says gently, wiping away one of my tears with his thumb.
“Thank you, Quill,” I whisper.
“Fuck, I sound like a fucking pussy, don’t I, babe?” Quill says shaking his head. He turns and watches Jasmine as she gets up from the bed and wraps her arms around his neck.
“I find it very sexy,” she replies. I hear a growl come from Quill, and then his lips are down on his new wife’s in a kiss that has me fanning myself.
“Um… I’ll just leave you two, shall I?”
They don’t reply, just keep kissing and touching one another. Quills hands lift Jasmine’s dress and travel underneath it. When she moans, that’s my cue to get the hell out of here.