Page 107 of Ravaged By Lust

We don’t stop once we arrive in Las Vegas. We head straight to the nearest chapel and get ourselves married. The girls in our group all rush off to get Chloe as ready as she can be in twenty minutes, while us boys make sure the service will go as planned.

Of course, Drake and Caspian are my best men. They make a great show of it by immediately buying us boys a round of shots to do together.

“You can’t get married being sober,” Drake tells me. “You’re a freaking rockstar. That would be heresy.”

“Trust me,” I reply. “I am far from sober.”

“You’re really going to do this?” Axel asks me, placing a firm hand on my shoulder. “You’re going to marry my sister?”

I nod. Seriously. “Yep.”

“And you’re going to treat her right?”

I nod again. “Yes. More than anything in the world.”

My bandmate stares me deep in my eyes before he too nods.

“Then you have my blessing, Bishop.”

He leaves to find his sister as the rest of us take our places in the chapel. The rest of the girls come in. Maddie raises two thumbs up at me as if to say this is really fucking happening, and Astrid slyly shakes her head when she sees me.

And then the music starts.

It’s Chloe’s choice.

Landslide by Fleetwood Mac.

Of course. Why would we even play anything different?

The opening verse of the song echoes through the chapel as my bride enters.

And she is beautiful. Radiant.

Like always.

And the most amazing thing about her – the thing that makes me light up like fireworks and realize that marrying her is the best decision of my life – is her smile when she sees me.

We are so in love that it’s gross.

Axel walks her down the aisle, taking her arm. Brother and sister. That’s what makes Astrid start to cry.

“I can’t believe we’re actually doing this,” Chloe mouths to me as she stands beside me.

“You still want to do this?” I whisper back.

She looks up at me with those eyes I’ve fallen in love with a thousand times. “Yes, more than anything else.”

* * *

After the wedding, we are all so incredibly hungry. We’re drunk, we’ve just rode on a bus from LA to Vegas, we’ve experienced a billion different emotions in one night, and it’s now early morning… Of course we are starving.

We stumble to the nearest restaurant from the chapel.

But someone is waiting outside for us.

The last person any of us wants to see.

Caspian is the first one to spot him. “Harold,” he growls as he sees the paparazzo standing on the street outside the chapel.