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I should have been the same way since we did get attacked on the freeway but I was just too damn happy and excited. I swung Legend’s hand in mine like I was in high school. I was giddy almost. All, while my version of an old songChapel of Lovekept repeating in my mind.
Going to the chapel and I’m gonna marry Leh-eh-eh-edgend.
Chapter Nineteen:Ankle Biter
Legend
Glory just looked radiant. I don’t think I’d ever seen her this happy. I also heard her humming some tune under her breath as we headed across the parking lot while escorted by our guards. Looking over at her, I smiled and asked, “What are you humming?”
She laughed. “An old song. I can’t get it out of my head.”
“Which one?”
She shook her head. “No, I’m not gonna tell you.”
I smiled at her. “Why not?”
“It’s silly.”
“So?” I asked.
“It’s like from the 60’s or something, only I changed it up a little.
“Come on tell me,” I urged as I squeezed her hand.
She laughed and explained it, “The Chapel of Love. You know?” Glory then sang a line,“I’m going to the chapel and I’m gonna get Mar-ar-aried.” She giggled. “But I changed it to…Going to the chapel and I’m gonna marry Leh-eh-eh-gend.” She turned her head and beamed at me as we got to the limo.
“Ok, so that almost made me speechless. For two reasons. One I already knew. You can NOT sing.”
She gasped then burst into laughter. “And the second reason?”
“I don’t know of any chapels, do you?”
We were both howling as we fell against each other and she almost tripped as I caught her.
Oscar, the chauffeur, stood by the open door. He showed absolutely no expression over our silly arguments.
Shaking her head at Oscar’s ultra stiff demeanour, Glory paused and asked, “Can you open the trunk?”
He nodded without saying a word and formally stepped away, heading around the tail end of the limo.
Nodding at me, Glory gave me a serious stiff expression then followed him.
Tito caught her teasing and he chuckled a little as he shadowed her. Then they both stopped at the open trunk.
Reaching into her duffel, Glory dug around and pulled out a small black bag. Pausing, she reached in and grabbed a small package. Finally, she zipped her duffel up and gave Oscar a nod as she closed the trunk.
I stood and waited at the car door.
Smiling at me, she stepped over and slid into the limo seat.
I got in and Oscar shut the door.
Our guards stood there for a moment and looked around.
Finally, our enforcers went over to their cycles and climbed on. The familiar rumble of their Harley’s was loud until Glory tapped the window button and rolled them up.
Looking over at her, I smiled. “Got your ammo?”
