Not Attainable (Red Eyes MC Romance)

by Blair Grey

  Belle laughed, leaning over the counter to grab the collar of my shirt, pulling me toward her. She kissed me until we were both breathless. Then, she pulled away, shaking her head. “We are never getting divorced," she said fiercely. "I told you that you were never going to lose me, and I meant that."

  “Good,” I said. “In that case, Belle Thompson, would you do me the honor of marrying me again?”

  “I do,” Belle said quietly, her eyes shining with promise.

  Epilogue

  Belle

  The Next Day

  Nicole helped me slip into my dress the next day. “God, it’s beautiful,” she said, shaking her head. “I can’t believe it fits so well.”

  “I can’t either!” I said. The dress fit like a glove, moving perfectly with my body. “How did you manage to pull this off?” I asked. “You and Will, I can’t believe you. I might be marrying him, but you’re the best friend that a girl could ever have."

  Nicole giggled. “I just hope everything comes together perfectly,” she said. “You deserve it.” She winked at me. “And I’m super glad you found your Mr. Right. Finally.”

  I laughed. “I found him a long time ago,” I pointed out. “It’s just that I finally get to be with him.”

  Nicole kissed me on the cheek and then hurried to do some last-minute checks on everything else. I smoothed my hands over my dress, waiting for my cue.

  This was still so hard to believe. I could never have imagined a couple of months ago that this was where we would end up. But I was happy. I was so incredibly happy. Will was still such a gentleman to me, surprising me sometimes with flowers or breakfast in bed, but there was so much more to it than that. I’d really seen him grow since he started taking classes at the local college. I could see his confidence in himself start to shine.

  And somehow, he channeled all of that into tenderness toward me.

  I peeked out toward the wedding chapel. Most of the guests were in their seats already. Everyone we knew, everyone we loved. They were all there, this time, to celebrate our special day.

  I grinned to myself, remembering the first wedding we’d had. Just Will and me and Marcus and the officiant at the courthouse. It had been nothing like this. This was nothing short of extravagant. Every detail was perfect, from the dress to the bouquet to the aisle runners. I could never have imagined Will would pull off anything like this.

  There was one more surprise, I realized, as I looked out toward the front of the room. Will was standing there already, beneath an ornately carved arch, one that I had seen him working on pieces of, around the apartment. He had carved it just for us. I felt incredibly touched at all the care and detail he had put into this. Somehow, I had found myself the perfect man.

  The wedding march started, and Dad appeared next to me. “Ready?” he asked me.

  I nodded, feeling suddenly nervous. This wasn’t the fake marriage that we’d had before. I really was pledging the rest of my life to Will. But I was more worried that I would trip walking up the aisle than that I was making a mistake in marrying Will for real. No, I knew that that wasn’t a mistake at all.

  “I think you’re going to have a wonderful future ahead of you,” Dad said quietly. Then, he walked me up the aisle and handed me off to Will.

  The ceremony passed in a blur. It was the same thing as last time, the same wording and everything, but this time, I couldn’t help feeling moved by all of it. All of our friends, there with us, as I married the man of my dreams. I just couldn’t get over it.

  Will reached up and gently brushed away a tear that had escaped down my cheek, and I laughed as I turned away from him in embarrassment. He smiled gently at me, though, his fingers cupping my cheek for a moment before he returned to holding my hands.

  This time when he kissed me, it wasn’t awkward at all. It felt so perfectly natural, his lips pressing against mine. There was no tongue—this was a church, after all—and I knew that Dad still didn’t approve of public displays of affection, at least not where I was concerned. But Will gave me a little dip to make up for that, only setting me back on my feet as everyone cheered.

  I leaned against Will as we walked back down the aisle, my feet feeling like they were floating. It was almost as though I needed him to anchor me there, or else I might float away.

  “I’ve tried to give you the world, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this happy before,” Dad commented at the reception, giving me a big hug. He shook Will’s hand gravely. “But don’t you dare think that just because you’re married for real now, you can slack on your husbandly duties,” he said. “If I hear that you’ve done anything to upset her, I will come after you.”

  Will laughed, draping an arm around my shoulders. “Duly noted,” he said. “But trust me, if I have my way, I’m never going to upset her. Not even over the little things like forgetting to take out the trash.” He winked at me, and I had to giggle.

  “How are things going with the MC anyway?” I asked as Dad headed off to talk to someone else. “Sorry, I know I haven’t asked in a while. I just assumed you didn’t want to talk about it, but I’m curious.”

  Will shrugged. “Things are good, I guess,” he said. “I’ve got that one math class right at the time when they hold their weekly meetings, so I haven’t been too involved lately. Your dad’s not super happy about that, but he owes me one.” He paused. “Apparently we’re doing better now than we were before the clubhouse got ransacked, so that’s a good thing.”

  “What about that other MC?” I asked. “The Unseen, or whatever they were called. “What ended up happening with them?”

  “The Unknowns,” Will corrected. He was watching Ray talk to Marcus, his brow furrowed. Then, he shrugged again, looking down at me. “Never heard anything else from them, not after the whole thing with the clubhouse. Marcus kept trying to prove that they were the ones behind the incident, but it was like all his leads dried up right afterward.”

  “That’s weird, though, isn’t it?” I asked. “And Dad and everyone, they’re just going to let them get away with it?”

  “There’s not much they can do,” Will pointed out. “What I’m guessing is they were just after money to begin with. They don’t care about the territory; they were just looking to make a quick buck. Once they did that, they used part of the money to cover their tracks. Now, for all we know, they could have already moved on to the next place, the next group.”

  “Huh,” I said, frowning as I thought about it.

  “But come on, we don’t want to talk about shit like that today,” Will said, giving me a little shake. “No shop talk. It’s our wedding day.”

  “Round two,” I reminded him, but I grinned as I said it. I couldn’t help feeling like things were really looking up for us.

  We danced for a little while. “I guess we should start making the rounds and thanking everyone for coming,” I finally sighed. I didn’t want this night to end, but there were plenty of nights like that where Will and I were concerned. Besides, heading home wouldn’t be the end of this. I assumed Will had plans for that night, just like he had had plans for the day. I had some plans of my own, even.

  Suddenly, Dad caught my elbow. “You two need to get home. Now,” he said, his eyes flashing.

  I felt cold dread settle in the pit of my stomach. “What’s going on?” I asked.

  “Just take her home and make sure she’s safe,” Dad said to Will.

  “Of course,” Will said, leading me toward the back door and out into the night. We went home the back way, and I couldn’t help feeling robbed of something.

  When we got home, I wanted to tumble into bed with Will. But he was still on high alert, sitting stiffly on the edge of the couch and waiting for further instructions from my father. Again, a flicker of displeasure settled inside of me. This was supposed to be my night. What the hell was going on?

  Dad finally showed up, knocking on the front door before letting himself in. “It’s the Unknowns,” he told Will grimly in a low
voice, glancing over at me as he spoke. “They threw a gutted fish outside the reception hall. Marcus said it was Lex, their leader. He was outside keeping watch when it happened.”

  Will’s hands balled up into fists. “What did he want?”

  “I don’t know,” Dad said, “but they seemed to know exactly where to find us. We’re not going to let them catch us off guard, and we’re not going to let them stay here on our territory. We’re going after them this time.”

  Will nodded. “Just let me know what you need from me,” he said.

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