Page 137 of I am Dressed in Sin (Death by Daybreak MC 2)
But then, I’m terrified of what his answer might be.
I try another five dresses before I start to realize that I’m not going to find one that I like. They’re all pretty. All expensive. All very nice. Instead, I exhale and put a hand over my belly.
If I’m going to do this, I may as well just go all the way.
“Hey Nellie,” I say, turning to the side and studying myself in the newest floor-length gown I’ve got on. With my dark hair, my nearly red eyes, and all of that white, I look like a vampire bride getting ready to walk down the aisle with Dracula. I mean, my life might fit inside a horror novel in a similar fashion, so it isn’t much of a stretch. “Do you still have the dress you married Cat in?”
The day before the wedding is moving day.
Not that I have a lot to move. A duffel bag full of Posey’s clothes. A dog. Reba.
We meet Crown and Sin downstairs in the living room, and I’m struck by how good they look together. Like a president and his VP. Only instead of Cat and Crown, it’s Crown and Sin. One day maybe. One day.
“You ready?” Crown asks, glancing over at Reba with a sigh. He would prefer she wasn’t here at all, but I’m not getting married without her. That, and she isn’t ready to leave yet. Because leaving this compound means facing up to the fact that her entire life is different. Her parents are dead. School is no longer an option. The mafia will be looking for her.
Besides that, Reba wants to be a part of the wedding. I want her to be a part of the wedding. Nellie has taken Reba on as a stand-in for her dead daughters. Vice versa for Reba; Nellie is a replacement for her mom. They need each other, and it wouldn’t be fair to separate them just yet.
“Ready,” I say, allowing Sin to take my bag when he offers.
“What a gentleman, Colton,” Reba says, and he gives her a look.
“You wouldn’t think that if you saw me and Gidget on the balcony the other day,” he starts, and Reba shakes her head sharply, lifting a finger in warning. She scolds him like, well a nun, I guess. She’ll make a good one—assassin nun or not. Although I think it’d be pretty dope. She could garrote enemies in the name of her Lord and Savior.
The thought makes me smile.
“Don’t be crude,” she warns him as we follow the guys outside. “I am not a fan of your arrangement, not at all. What are the five of you planning on doing? Shacking up together and sharing babies?”
I cringe a little at that. Grainger had a point. I sort of do need to take another pregnancy test.
Why the fuck does passion have to make a person act so goddamn dumb? I’m the queen of sex ed. I know how things work. I know that birth control pills take about seven days to be effective, and I was having plenty of unprotected sex prior to that.
That’s after-the-wedding Gidget’s problem, I guess.
“Is there anyone that doesn’t know about us at this point?” Crown asks sarcastically, giving me a harsh look to accompany his words. I shrug.
“Cat?” I query, and he shakes his head. I can’t decide if that’s a yes or a no. Either way, I don’t care. Once I’m married to Beast, I’m ‘his problem’ rather than my father’s. After that, we’ll figure things out. Cat won’t have a say in who I’m fucking or why; it won’t be his business at all. Not that it ever was, but that’s good ol’ misogynist, sexist Cat for ya.
Crown escorts us down the hill to his bike—his new bike—and I can’t help but wonder how he explained away the other one, what story he told Cat. The new bike is a bit different than the previous model. The old one was white and teal, an Indian Chieftain Classic. This one’s a Super Chief in teal and black with a backrest pad for passengers.
I give him a look.
“Get on,” he says, shoving my duffel bag into one of the leather saddlebags on the side. “We won’t go fast; the dog can run with us.”
“His name is Feminist,” I remind Crown as Reba balks at the idea of climbing onto Sin’s bike.
“No, I won’t do it,” she says, stumbling back like the motorcycle has teeth. “I won’t. I’ll walk.”
“It’s five miles up the road,” Crown tells her as Sin gives him a look. “But if you want to walk, be my guest.”
“Bless your heart, Calder,” Reba replies which is Southern for ‘fuck you’. She lifts her nose up in the air. “I wouldn’t mind a long, leisurely walk this time of day.”
“It’s not so bad,” Sin assures her, patting the seat behind him. “Just hop on and wrap your arms around my waist. We’ll go slow—like your cousin, Ryan.” This last part is said with no small amount of sarcasm.
