Page 59 of Won't Let Go
Meeting his gaze, I arch my brow and flip him off.
His lips split into a big, cocky smile.
Asshole.
Ignoring him and the rest of the fuckers, I turn my attention to our prez, who I need to do me a solid, so I can marry my woman today. Not tomorrow. Not next week. Or next month. Today.
“Jade, huh?” Big’s lip twitches.
Christ. Not him, too.
“Yeah.”
“It’s about fuckin’ time,” Bulk throws out.
I rub my temple with my middle finger, so they get the point. “Listen. I get it. White Boy finally got his girl. But this needs to be done today, before she changes her mind.”
Every asshole in the room laughs, even our prez, and I let them have their moment. That’s what they do. Give me shit. Once the douchebags are done yukking it up, they take turns congratulating me with back slaps, a few chin lifts, and Kai, our VP, stands from his seat next to Big and offers me his knuckles to pound.
When the room finally sobers, Big nods at me. “I got you, brother. I’ll marry you today. Just tell me where.”
Thank fuck.
“In the common room, in an hour.” And not a moment longer.
“Damn.” Kai whistles and grins like a cocky surfer boy. “Someone’s ready to claim that ball and chain.” He waggles his brows.
He, too, gets a middle finger salute. “Oh. Fuck off.”
Throwing his head back, our VP barks a laugh, and I join him. These assholes are relentless today.
“Does that mean Bitty’s free pussy?” Jizz asks from the back wall, as if that’s what’s important here—free range pussy.
“I dunno.” I shrug all nonchalant and shit. “Ask Viper. Is she free pussy?”
“Wait. Hold up.” Looking around Bulk, eyes wide, Viper lifts his hands in mock surrender. “Don’t make this shit about me. I don’t turn hot chicks down.”
This is true. He doesn’t. As long as he keeps his roaming hands away from Jade’s assets, then we’re good.
“What do you need from us?” Mickey cuts in, being helpful.
“Just be there…” I snap my fingers. “Oh… and I need someone to brand me.”
“You’re gonna need a brand for that,” Gunz notes.
“I have one.”
“Already?” This comes from Brew, who never took a brand for his old lady.
I swing my gaze to him. “Yeah, asshole. Already.”
He whistles. “Shiiit. This is serious.”
“Yep. Pretty serious.” I roll my eyes. Why else would I bring this up over church, when I could talk to Big in private? I ain’t got time for that.
“I’ll do it. I’ll give ya the brand.” Blimp knocks his knuckles on the tabletop.
I incline my head in gratitude, and he does the same. We’ve got each other’s backs. Always have. Always will.
