Withstanding Me(25)

“Fuckinfanstic.”

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Chapter 13

It’s a Breakneck Wedding Chapter

Part One

Storm

I watch as Winter and Braxxon exchange their vowels. The wedding so far has gone off without a hitch. The guest list did get cut in half due to the lockdown because Braxxon made Winter compromise. Either get married by the Justice of Peace or cut the guest list down. The rehearsal was hilarious. Picture getting a bunch of biker men trying to line up and walk the right person down the aisle. Funny shit. I’ve never seen Winter get so red in the face. She was clearly frustrated with them and trying not to blow a lid. I love the color scheme she picked out though. It screams Breakneck, red and black everything, even the roses and her dress match.

The preacher says you may now kiss your bride, and Braxxon literally jerks Winter to him roughly and ascends an assault on her. The guests laugh and cheer as he continues to tongue her to death in front of everyone. The preacher sighs and calmly folds his bible up waiting for them to finish so that he may announce them. Finally, Winter slaps Braxxon’s shoulder, and he lets go of her. I look over at ZZ to find him watching me…

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ZZ

My palms are fuckin sweatin like a motherfucker right now. In just a minute, I’ll have to escort Storm down the aisle. I don’t need to get a boner in this damn tuxedo. I’m still pissed off Winter made us wear this shit. I’m a fuckin biker; we don’t wear tuxedos. Thank fuck we’re allowed to change for the reception. My mind goes back to Storm. Beautiful, hot, sexy Storm. I’ve made my mind up that she also looks fuckin delicious in red. Sinfully fuckin delicious, like an apple. Just like her name. You know when you look at a plump, fresh apple, and your mouth starts watering as your mind thinks about how fucking good it is? Storm looks like that right now. Fuck yeah she does.

I revert my attention back to Braxxon who is mauling the hell outta Winter. He looks fuckin happy. I can’t believe he gave up all the pussy in the world for just one. Must be one hell of a lay.

Storm.

I bet she’s awesome in the sack, and up against a wall, and on a counter, and on my bike, or in the shower. Dammit!

I look back over at her. Why can’t I stop fuckin lookin at her? Shit. She just caught my ass. As if I haven’t lead the bitch on enough. Dammit, it’s time to walk down the aisle now.

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Shado

Tatiana and I are the last to follow down the aisle after the ceremony is over. As soon as I lace my arm with hers, I immediately wanna pull it away. She’s stiff and doesn’t want me near her, and I don’t fuckin blame her. I’ve pissed her off by askin that chick from the dress store to come here with me as my date. I didn’t wanna bring a stupid fuckin date. But damn Storm said I should have one. If Tatiana would only understand that little Barbie bitch isn’t even gonna get a kiss from me, she would understand.

I don’t do regular chicks. Prim, proper bitches don’t get my motor runner. I just have certain tastes and needs. Little Barbie just wouldn’t cut it.

We’re standing in a line as the guests say their congrats and shit to Winter and Braxxon, and Tatiana is barely smiling as people shake our hands.

“Stop lookin at me Shadow. I can feel your eyes on me every damn time. Go play with Miss America!” T growls at me, before stepping outta line and going inside.

Shit!

The entire stupid bridal party is lookin at me.

I force a smile, which I never fuckin do; smilin is for the damn birds, and I walk inside to try patching things up with T.

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Sniper

I’m laughing alongside Piper when I hear Tatiana start going off on Shadow. Piper and I stop to listen and watch as Tatiana storms off. Piper shrugs and just smiles at me. I love this girl. She’s fucking awesome. She’s free spirited, and if I were a chick, I would say that she’s also my best friend. She’s not afraid to laugh, get dirty, cry, have a little fun; she’s just fuckin awesome. When I told her about the chick in the dress store turning me down, she just smiled and said ‘you can’t get them all Snipe’. I then replied with ‘yes I can’.

“I’m ready to get the hell outta these heels,” Piper groans.

I look down at her feet. “No. Don’t. Those are some hot shoes.”

“Hot, but a fuckin pain in my butt cheeks.”

“What?” I laugh.

“My ass cheeks hurt. Swear they do. Every time I take a step, it feels like my ass muscles are pulling.”

“You’re a nut,” I laugh as I jerk her into a hug and kiss her forehead. She groans, wiping off my slobber.

“That’s why you love me,” she says, seriously.

“Very true,” I reply.