Page 91 of Sins of the Hidden

Knight whistled, knowing what Tyrant was asking. A marker was important to our club. We had to do whatever the person we owed wanted, no matter what it was. My eyes shifted to her unconscious form on the mattress, chest rising and falling in rhythm. She was worth it. Worth anything.

I nodded to him as he pumped his fist to his chest, sealing our bargain. If I didn't feel like doing it, I would just kill him.

The front door opened, heavy footfalls rushing towards us. "I'm here." Grim rushed in, face exhausted, his dirty blonde hair—shorter on the sides, longer on top—disheveled as if he'd been running his hands through it all night. His hazel eyes scanned the room, muscles tensing beneath his clothes like wires ready to snap. "What's so goddamn important?"

"V and Oakley are getting married," Tyrant and Knight said in unison.

"I think I heard you wrong," Grim shook his head, "I swore you said that V and Oakley are getting married."

Tyrant laughed, "Yeah, that's exactly what we said."

Grim's head snapped from my fiancé to me, then back to Oakley, tendons in his neck standing out like cords. "She's not even fucking awake!"

"Didn't say it was an ethical wedding."

"You two are okay with this?" Grim looked between Knight and Tyrant, desperation threading through his voice, hands gesturing wildly.

Knight's lips curled into a sardonic smile, glancing at his best friend. "Not the most fucked up thing we saw today."

Grim dropped his head into his hands, fingers digging into his scalp. "Is this even fucking legal?"

Tyrant's ice blue eyes rolled, "Because we're such upstanding citizens, Grim."

Knight leaned forward, studying Grim. "You got here fast. Usually takes you forever to leave Nyla's place."

"Nyla and I..." Grim turned away, shoulders tense. "Things aren't the best right now."

"We've seen you disappearing without a word." Knight's voice hardened. "I swear to fuck if you relapsed again?—"

"Not that." Grim's jaw clenched beneath his beard. "I'm just trying to find him."

Knight's hand landed on Grim's back with a dull thud against the leather jacket. "He's gone, man. Better he stays away. You know what happens if we spot him."

Tyrant's lips curved upward. "Better hope Victoria or you find him before we do. We'll kill him."

Grim met their eyes, exhaling through flared nostrils. "I know."

We would have to kill him. It was the rule Prez wrote himself.

Ironic that he would be the second member we would hunt.

"Who's even gonna marry you?" Grim asked, face flushed with frustration, veins standing out against his temples like rivers on a relief map.

Knight jerked his thumb to his best friend, "Tyrant is an ordained minister."

Grim's head snapped to Knight, disbelief etched into every line of his face. "Since when?"

"Since I had three beers in me and twenty-five bucks to waste." Tyrant's voice carried a note of pride, as if this moment validated his drunken decision. "Never thought I'd actually use it. Was gonna be more of a party trick, you know?"

"That doesn't even make sense," Grim looked at Tyrant like the idiot he was. "That's not how marriage works."

"It is when you're trying to get laid," Tyrant winked.

"My wife is going to kill me," Grim dragged his hand down his face, skin stretching beneath his fingers.

Tyrant slapped his back, the sound cracking through the room. "That's the spirit."

"How come you two are okay with doing this?" Grim demanded, looking between Knight and Tyrant, his voice cracking with moral outrage that seemed comically misplaced given his own bloody history.

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