Page 46 of Blood Revealed

“What’s the game plan?” I ask.

“Well, Brin and Hannah need to go shopping in the morning. You and I need to clean up and then we’re heading for the Elvis chapel. They have Elvis ministers of varying Elvis ages and looks. She wants Vegas Elvis with the big sunglasses. That’s where we’re headed.”

Hannah peps up, clapping her hands in front of her and with her eyes watering, jumps from her stool to hug Brinley. “Can’t believe you’re getting married, baby sister. This is huge. Huger than huge.” Brinley smiles a big, watery smile. The woman really is gorgeous. I’ve thought it before and I’m sure it won’t be the last time, but Hero’s a lucky man.

Looking between the women, those two drinks making me feel loose and relaxed, I need to be alone with this happy, mellow Hannah. It’s time for bed.

When we get up to our room, the first thing I do is throw my cut on the dresser and order us into the shower. The room is nice. Modern. Clean lines. All white. Padded headboard—I can get behind that. My gaze landing on Hannah again, she’s wearing that sexy Hannah smile on her face, lowering her lashes in that come-hither look she has that’s never failed to make me want her.

I get her down on her knees in the shower and then return the favor. Twice. But we need food and chillout time. After drying off, I toss Hannah one of my T-shirts from the bag I brought with me. It’s still clean because we didn’t have much time to clean up and change when we were on the hunt for the women.

Dialing down for room service, we order pretty much every comforting food on the menu. Chicken fried steaks, mashed potatoes in a creamy gravy, these green beans slow cooked with bacon and onion. Molten chocolate lava cakes.

Hannah turns on the TV and when I hang up the phone, I gently glide the remote from her fingers to find us a movie to watch.

She glares at me. It feels normal, like we don’t have the world pressing down on our shoulders. I smile and continue to flip through the channels.

“Can you at least make it a comedy?” she asks. “I need light. I need to laugh.”

A comedy? Yeah, I could absolutely give her that.

We settle in on top of the comforter. She’s on her side, her whole body pressed against mine, head to my chest, when the knock comes.

She moves to get up, but she’s wearing only my T-shirt. I don’t need some dumb fuck ogling her, so I bend down to kiss her. “You stay. I’ll get it.”

I walk to the door in just my boxers. The guy startles but collects himself. I move to let him roll the cart in. He sets it up for us on the table to the side of the bed, then before he leaves, I hit him with a fat tip.

He eyes the bills and thanks me profusely as he backs the cart out of the room, shutting the door before he leaves completely.

“That was really nice of you,” she says. “But I need food. Feed me, babe,” she orders. Feed my woman I do. We eat, drink and watch movies until we literally pass out. I never get to fuck her, but tonight’s a good night.

The next morning, after we’ve showered and dressed, I call down to Hero’s room to let him know we’re ready. They weren’t exactly ready. “Jesus,” I say to Hannah as I hang up. “He already knocked her up. What more does he want?”

Hannah bites her bottom lip and smiles through it. “Forever,” she says.

Fuck if that ain’t the truth.

We don’t have too much of a wait before Hero and a freshly fucked Brinley with her attempt to tame her sex hair show up at our room. The four of us walk to the elevator. They know exactly where they’re heading. It’s this little bridal shop off the strip.

It’s cool of the dress consultant to not assume which woman is the bride, asking before both Brinley and Hannah get whisked out of the room. Halfway down the hallway, I hear Brinley tell the woman, “I want us both in white.”

That’s odd, isn’t it only supposed to be the bride? Well, it’s her fucking wedding, her fucking day. She wants her sister in white, I doubt Hannah’s going to complain. Knowing they’re in safe hands, Hero and I leave to get our shit done.

“Not wearing a suit, but Iamdressing up. I do this, it’s with my cut on.”

“I hear ya. Boss, Duke, Chaos all did the same.”

We maneuver around the throngs of people to find a menswear shop. Hero and I both find appropriate attire for a biker wedding. New jeans. High quality black button downs to go under the cuts. The salesman folds our sleeves to just below the elbow in an elegant fold. The guy even talks us into wearing black, silk ties. Hero and I are a couple of stylish but classy bastards by the time we leave. From there he leads us to a jewelry shop about a block down.

“Gotta get Brin’s wedding ring,” he says. I don’t know how he knows Brinley’s ring size, but he’s confident when he drops 5k on a ring set. It’s like white gold and this gorgeous blue gem, a sapphire, I think. It’s fucking huge. When I lift my chin, indicating I like the ring choice, he smiles. “Brin doesn’t want diamonds. She calls them blood diamonds. Says the people who mine them are brutalized. Sapphiresare her favorite gem. Hence dropping a wad on this one.”

Makes sense.

“What’s Hannah’s favorite gem?” he asks.

I look at him, puzzling that one out. “It’s pink. I know that much for sure.” Pink’s Hannah’s favorite color and I’ve overheard her waxing on about how much she loves pink stones enough times over the years. Any time one of the other old ladies of the club got engaged.

Hero turns to the saleswoman still happily waiting on us. “Pink precious gems?” he asks. She smiles as she walks us over to a different display cabinet. It’s so full of sparkling pink, I’d swear I was at a party for Jade, Duke and Caity’s daughter, rather than a jewelry store.

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