Page 223 of Cobra
Twisted sips his drink. “Nope.”
“Helpful.”
“I try.”
Cutter grunts. “You boys look nervous.”
“We’re not nervous,” Carter says immediately.
Whip laughs. “Son, you look like you’re about to testify in court.”
“That’s because this feels like a setup.”
Torch nods once. “Probably is.”
Blaze points at them. “See? The old guys know something.”
“Of course we know something,” Storm says. “We’re old. That’s our job.”
Joker leans toward me slightly. “Think they finally formed a murder cult?”
“Would explain the wine,” Blaze says.
Shadow looks at both of them. “Shut the fuck up.”
Neither listens.
“The women have definitely been conspiring,” Jimmy says. “Allie smiled at me this morning.”
“That’s bad?” Dom asks.
“She smiled like she already won.”
Everyone goes quiet for a second. Because every man here understands exactly how dangerous that is. Then the clubhouse doors open. Every conversation dies instantly.
The women step out one by one. And every single fucking one of us stops breathing.
White. Lace. Wedding dresses.
For one full second, nobody moves.
Not the brothers. Not the prospects. Not the old guys.
Nothing.
Then Blaze says, very softly, “Holy shit.”
Beside him, Joker actually looks stunned. That might be the scariest thing I’ve ever seen.
The women spread out slowly across the porch steps, dresses catching sunlight, expressions ranging from emotional to smug as hell. Mac steps out first beside Emma, and Logan goes completely rigid. Not panicked. Worse. Emotional.
Mac smiles at him like she knows exactly what she’s done.
Emma stands beside Cain, calm and beautiful and steady, and Cain looks like someone punched him directly in the chest.
Brooke appears next, and Carter physically takes a step forward before stopping himself. His entire face changes when he sees her. Softens in a way most people never get to witness.
Kya walks out holding Remy on her hip for half a second before passing him to Ana, and Dom makes a sound under his breath like his heart just gave up entirely.
