“Right behind you, Prez,” Blayke said, coming out of the back hallway. I frowned in confusion. Why did Blayke need to come with us?
“Do either of you want to tell me what’s going on?” I asked, getting ready to throw what the guys called a ‘bitch-fit’.
“We’re getting married today.”
Say what?
I dug in my heels, glaring at Johnston’s back. He growled before stopping, turning to face me, a scowl on his face. I narrowed my eyes at him, standing my ground. He didn’t scare me. I knew Johnston would kill himself before he ever touched me inappropriately. “What do you mean we’re gettingmarried?” I demanded.
His scowl deepened. “Exactly what I said, Red.”
“I’m not getting married in this!” I yelled at him, gesturing over myself. I was in a pair of ripped jeans and a baggy, stained t-shirt. Was he out of his goddamn mind?
He wrapped his hand around my throat and dragged me closer to him, narrowing his eyes at me. I didn’t back down, though my panties were definitely fucking ruined now. “Won’t matter what you’re wearing, Red. I just want your name attached to mine in the eyes of the law.”
“And I would have liked to have dressed a little bit nicer for the occasion,” I spat at him, my words a little strangled from his grip on my throat. But was that going to make me back down? Nope.
“You want to argue with me right now, Red?”
I had the audacity to arch a brow at him. “Until I pass out,” I rasped, smirking at him.
He released me with a low growl. “You have ten fucking minutes.”
I leaned up and kissed him before rushing back into the clubhouse, my heart in my throat. Johnston was going to fucking marry me! I knew I was his old lady, but his agreeing to tie himself into another marriage after how his last one ended meant a lot.
It meant he really did see an amazing future with me.
I rushed into our room and quickly donned a simple, white sundress before rushing to do my makeup and tame my curls. If there was one thing I knew how to do in a rush, it was to doll myself up. And I had no doubt if I wasn’t done in the ten-minute time frame Johnston gave me, he’d drag me out without a single fuck given as to how I looked.
Cheers rang throughout the room when we entered the clubhouse later that afternoon, my name officially changed to Aaliyah Trim.
I was officially Johnston’s wife.
“Fuck yeah!” Law yelled, wrapping me up in a hug and swinging me around. As soon as I was back on my feet, Johnston possessively wrapped an arm around my waist, tugging me against his side as he narrowed his eyes at Lawson.
“Thanks, Law,” I grinned, so fucking happy IknewI was glowing. I was Johnston’s wife!
“Here.” Geek shoved a glass into my hands. “It’s time to party!” he cheered.
I laughed and sipped at the alcohol, pleasantly surprised to find out it didn’t taste like someone mixed fifty kinds of liquor in it. It was perfectly fruity, just how I liked it.
Johnston led me over to one of the tables and sat down before pulling me down on his lap. He settled his hands on my thighs before striking up a conversation with Blayke. I leaned back against him, enjoying this.
This was where I belonged now. This was my family.
And even though being with Johnston meant I almost lost my life not once, but twice, I still wouldn’t change it for anything.
I loved him with every fiber of my being.
Bring on the insanity. I was ready for it.