Chapter 38
Slick
Ella’s got my ring on her finger, and she’s in my arms. I’m surrounded by my brothers. I’m on top of the fucking world. Nothing could be better than this. Absolutely fucking nothing. Not even riding my Harley.
We’re taking centre spot, dancing to the music, and I’m holding her body so close to mine. I love her so fucking much, and she’s become such an important part of my life I’ve no idea how I lived without her. And soon, if I have my way, she’ll be carrying my child. She’s mine. My old lady. My wife.
With more than a little help from Drum and the rest of my brothers, we managed to get everything set up in record time, luckily getting a free spot at the wedding chapel which does Harley weddings, and finding this venue with an available function room. The girls were on board as soon as I’d told them, and even Jayden had managed to keep it a secret.
And the fuck if it hadn’t all gone so smoothly, that was just the icing on the fucking cake. And talking about cake, where the fuck did that come from? I suspect it was probably Sam’s doing, perhaps with some help from the local old ladies. Now I truly know anything can happen in Vegas.
When Ella appeared in that sexy-as-fuck dress I didn’t know if I was going to be able to keep my hands off her during the ceremony. Speaking of which… I let my hands wander down and cup that cute ass, which is all mine, not giving a damn who’s watching. Yeah, so what? I’m fondling my wife. I’m allowed to. No one fucking else is touching her. Ever. My cock starts swelling at the thought of her in my bed, every night. For the rest of our lives.
The song comes to an end, far too soon. I could have held her forever. I’m not ready to let her go. I’ll never be able to let her go. Raising my eyes, I see Peg talking to the DJ. Uh oh.
When the blistering sounds of ELO’s ‘Roll over Beethoven’ start to scream out, I have to laugh. Trust Peg to liven things up. Drum comes onto the dance floor and, fuck it, they’re all getting up. Wraith’s gently twirling Sophie, carefully making sure she doesn’t lose her balance, and all the other brothers are boogying out with their old ladies, and those without women are dancing by themselves.
Ella gives me a cheeky grin and pulls back, and now she’s shaking her fucking booty. I’d never seen her dance, and wow. I realise I’m standing still in the middle of the fucking dance floor looking like an idiot just watching her shimmy to the music. What a sight! And she’s all mine!
She reaches out her hand and pulls me in to her. Coming back to myself I take the lead. We’re dancing together. From the flare in her eyes she likes the moves I’ve got too. Fuck, I can’t wait to get her under me tonight.
Now she’s dancing with her sister. And now with the rest of the girls. Fuck, Satan’s Devils know how to choose their women. They’re twirling and bopping, what a sight for sore eyes. Even Amy’s jumping around and hey, that three-year-old’s got the dancing talent of her mother. I hope Mouse is filming this shit.
Someone puts a beer in my hand. I’ve never been happier in the whole of my life.
I’m just lifting the bottle to my lips when the music stops, abruptly switched off in mid beat. Automatically my hand goes to rest on my gun…
Drummer steps up to the mic, tapping it once, twice, the sharp amplified sound shattering the mood.
All the men step up. All eyes upon him. All of us ready for the call to action.
The prez rolls back his head and wipes his hand over his beard. He shakes his head as he stares out over the club.
“Sorry to interrupt the proceedin’s, but you need to hear this. Fuck…” His voice breaks with emotion. As I tuck Ella into my side he continues, “I thought nothin’ could top this day, seein’ our brother Slick and his ol’ lady tie the official knot. But fuck…” He shakes his head as though he can’t believe what he’s going to say. “I won’t draw this out. But, please, take a glass.”
Surprised, I notice waiters walking around with trays. I take a champagne for me, and pass one to my wife.
Drum surveys the room and picks up his own glass. “I’ve just had a phone call.” He pauses, and you could hear a pin drop as we wait to hear what troubles are on our way.
He takes a deep breath and again turns his head from side to side. “Can’t fuckin’ believe what I’ve just been told…” He pauses. Just spit it out, will ya? After clearing his throat he continues, “I’ve just had word from Road, who’s at the hospital. Heart’s conscious and fuckin’ lucid.” The prez’s voice cracks on the words I’d given up all hope of hearing.
After a brief moment of silence as the incredible news sinks in, a deafening wave of roaring sweeps through the room. Men stamping their feet and cheering, women screaming with joy. Heart’s back with us? Un-fucking-believable! Best. News. Ever. Only rivalled by Ella saying yes.
Prez taps the mic to get our attention. “So raise your glasses everyone. To Heart! And, of course, to Slick and Ella.”
Feet are stamping, hands thumping on tables, and thunderous roars that crash and roll through the function room.
“Heart! Slick and Ella!” “Slick and Ella. Heart!”
Drum’s watching me, he lifts his chin and gives me an exaggerated wink while beaming towards Sam. Immediately I know what that means. Amy’s getting her dad back.
I couldn’t imagine anyone getting a better wedding present.
My brother is coming home.