Tearing my gaze away from them, I need to make it to where the bathrooms are located. Because I know that’s going to be my best bet on getting Lainey out of here with minimal conflict.
I’m sure that’s what Bullet wants.
Minimal conflict in extracting her.
Extracting Lainey.
Bringing her home.
My heart begins to race. It slams against my ribs as I think about the fact that this woman is going to be on the back of my bike in a matter of minutes. And she’s not just going to be on the back of my bike for the short ride to the clubhouse. No, she’s going to be…on the back of my bike.
Lainey-Rose was made just for me. Nobody else. And I was living in a goddamn other world if I thought I could live my life without her. If I could have let this man have her for himself.
I was stupid as fuck—I am a stupid fuck.
I should never have let her wear the dress. And I damn sure never should have allowed her to walk down the fucking aisle to another man, let alone promise him forever, when I knew that she was mine. She’s always been mine, and she’ll always be mine. She is my forever, not his.
I’m correcting that shit now, though.
Right fucking now.
I ignore the fuck at her side, for now at least, and shift my attention to her again. I need to see her. It’s like now that we’re in the same room again, I need to ensure she’s here and safe.
She’s not looking at her plate anymore. Instead, she’s lifted her head, and she’s staring straight ahead. I can tell she’s not looking at anything in particular. If she were seeing anything at all, I would be surprised.
When I really look at her, I see past the white dress and veil, mainly because I fucking hate the sight of her in that white. Her makeup is too heavy, her hair is piled up too high on her head, but she still looks absolutely gorgeous.
Lainey was made to be the center of everyone’s attention. She’s at the front of the room, but nobody sees her there. Nobody is looking at her, and that is a goddamn shame because I’m completely enamored by her.
“Get your cock wet later, brother. We need to get her out of here,” Flop grinds out behind me.
That should piss me off, the fact that Flop is even thinking about my cock and her cunt, or really about her cunt more than anything. But it doesn’t, because he’s right. I am thinking about getting my cock wet deep inside her. And I can practically taste her. I’m so close.
I would fuck her right there on that table in front of the entire guest list if I could.
LAINEY
I’ve never felt alone in a room full of people before quite like this. Sure, I’ve always been a bit of an outcast. I never fit in with the club, at least not before I met all the girls. Well, really, until Dakota came crashing into my life.
But I’ve never fit in with people from town, either. I’ve tried so many different types of groups, but nothing works for me, and this crowd is definitely the same. My full plate loses my interest, and I lift my gaze up to scan the crowd.
All of my people are toward the back, no doubt placed there by Paul himself. I have no doubt about that, especially since he’s ignoring everything about me. Every single part of me. I don’t understand what’s going on, but clearly, he’s gotten what he wants, and now he’s over it.
He’s staring off somewhere in the distance, but I can’t be bothered to see what he’s looking at, nor do I care. Something catches the corner of my eye as I continue to gaze around the room, and that image causes me to do a double take because it can’t be true… can it?
It’s Gunnar.
Someone else is behind him, another member of the club. I don’t recognize him, but that doesn’t really mean anything since I don’t spend much time down there, and he appears fairly young, so I didn’t grow up with him.
I watch as they stick close to the walls, moving around the room, then I realize they’re headed straight for the hallway with the bathrooms. My heart races at the thought of him being here to claim me, to declare that he loves me.
It’s too late for all of that, though, so I can’t imagine why he would be here. But I’m going to find out. I keep my focus on them as they move through the room, holding my breath until they’re in the hallway and away from prying eyes.
I begin to move my seat back so I can stand up and get the hell out of here. I can only hope that where I’m going, I won’t be coming back here again. I know I shouldn’t think like that, especially as insistent as I was about the whole marriage, but I have never felt instant regret like this in my life.
Before I can stand, I feel a hard hand clamp down around my forearm. Flicking my gaze down to that hand, I slide it up his arm and then meet his eyes. It’s Paul. His brows are furrowed, and his lips are pressed together in a thin line.
“I’m heading to the bathroom,” I whisper.