shot is one of the hardest to execute.
Wring does fine.
I shove Rose out of the way and leap for the kid.
Ned's face is a mask of comical surprise, then he begins to convulse. A blade will scramble the brain on impact.
He begins to topple, reactively clutching Charlie tighter. The boy squirms, but Ned's body is already spasming.
I throw myself up the landing, ribs taking a lot of the bruising impact, and capture Charlie as Ned tumbles like a bowling pin down the stairs.
The kid wraps his arms around my neck and hangs on for dear life.
Wring jumps, pressing Rose against the rough stone wall as Ned falls on top of Diablo's corpse.
Couldn't have planned it better myself.
My eyes meet Rose's. The gratefulness in her gaze, I expect.
The love is even better.
Epilogue
Noose
Eight months later
“I don't want to say it, but you actually look handsome, brother.” Snare snickers like a girl.
Fucktard. “Uh-huh.” I give him the middle-finger salute and adjust the bow tie. Again.
Ever notice some Poindexter who's got a perfectly aligned bow tie? Well, that's a piece of bullshittery off the old crap cake.
“You look good enough to kiss,” Wring adds like the ass that he is.
“Don't you douches have something better to do?”
Lariat shakes his head, appearing to think it through. After a few second he says, “Nope. Sitting here flipping you shit is an excellent hobby, brother.”
Jes-us. “Fine.” I grit through my teeth. “If you can't be helpful…”
“Ooh, helpful. ” Snare flutters his eyelashes.
A soft knock at the door has us turning. Vince opens it, putting his nose through. “Showtime, gents.”
I feel a shot glass worth of better that Prez is trussed up like a turkey too. Perfect. My tux feels like it's harboring a grudge against my nuts, and I've never tied a noose that felt like the bow tie at my neck.
But it's all worth it when I see Rose.
She's all creamy goodness, wrapped in a long dress with little jewels all over her awesome tits.
I'm sort of grumpy that she didn't let me see her before the wedding, but now I know why.
She's a breathing, walking, talking wet dream. One I hope to never wake from.
Her honey hair cascades down her back in soft curls. Her dark eyes are on me. And it’s just a feeling, but I think Rose would kill me if I popped a boner while I walk down the aisle. Hard not to, given how sexy she looks, knowing that she's mine.
Vince tries covertly to adjust his bow tie, and I suppress a smile, moving toward my soon-to-be bride.
It hasn't been the fairy tale girls dream up. It's been eight months of hell. But there's a cherry on top of our dessert.
Charlie is hers—officially.
Funny thing? Drake never showed up for his next court-appointed hearing.
Imagine that.
And Judge Jetson just up and resigned his position one day. Said justice wasn't his thing. Not anymore.
Getting to know Rose's parents was an uphill climb. Didn't hurt that the kid loved me. Hell, I think I might love two people now. Rose made it clear she was a package deal.
Charlie still has nightmares about the “bad men.” We encouraged him to tell his grandparents.
Their eyes were big when they understood what went down. Whatever wasn't clear, I filled in for them.
They liked me better after that. Hard not to feel grateful for the man who saved your other daughter from the first daughter's murderer.
Rose holds out her hand, and I take it.
I lean next to her temple. The soft murmurs of the crowd swirl around us like expectant white noise.
“I don't know if you should be wearing white, the things I've done to you.” My lips sweep her temple and the barest hint of my tongue touches her warm skin.
Her face turns beet red, but she whispers, “Technically, it's cream.”
I raise her hand to my lips, tilting my face against the top of her hand and rubbing it like a satisfied cat, my eyes locked on hers.
The priestly dude waits.
Then he marries us.
My Road Kill brothers don't cry, but
Wring does fine.
I shove Rose out of the way and leap for the kid.
Ned's face is a mask of comical surprise, then he begins to convulse. A blade will scramble the brain on impact.
He begins to topple, reactively clutching Charlie tighter. The boy squirms, but Ned's body is already spasming.
I throw myself up the landing, ribs taking a lot of the bruising impact, and capture Charlie as Ned tumbles like a bowling pin down the stairs.
The kid wraps his arms around my neck and hangs on for dear life.
Wring jumps, pressing Rose against the rough stone wall as Ned falls on top of Diablo's corpse.
Couldn't have planned it better myself.
My eyes meet Rose's. The gratefulness in her gaze, I expect.
The love is even better.
Epilogue
Noose
Eight months later
“I don't want to say it, but you actually look handsome, brother.” Snare snickers like a girl.
Fucktard. “Uh-huh.” I give him the middle-finger salute and adjust the bow tie. Again.
Ever notice some Poindexter who's got a perfectly aligned bow tie? Well, that's a piece of bullshittery off the old crap cake.
“You look good enough to kiss,” Wring adds like the ass that he is.
“Don't you douches have something better to do?”
Lariat shakes his head, appearing to think it through. After a few second he says, “Nope. Sitting here flipping you shit is an excellent hobby, brother.”
Jes-us. “Fine.” I grit through my teeth. “If you can't be helpful…”
“Ooh, helpful. ” Snare flutters his eyelashes.
A soft knock at the door has us turning. Vince opens it, putting his nose through. “Showtime, gents.”
I feel a shot glass worth of better that Prez is trussed up like a turkey too. Perfect. My tux feels like it's harboring a grudge against my nuts, and I've never tied a noose that felt like the bow tie at my neck.
But it's all worth it when I see Rose.
She's all creamy goodness, wrapped in a long dress with little jewels all over her awesome tits.
I'm sort of grumpy that she didn't let me see her before the wedding, but now I know why.
She's a breathing, walking, talking wet dream. One I hope to never wake from.
Her honey hair cascades down her back in soft curls. Her dark eyes are on me. And it’s just a feeling, but I think Rose would kill me if I popped a boner while I walk down the aisle. Hard not to, given how sexy she looks, knowing that she's mine.
Vince tries covertly to adjust his bow tie, and I suppress a smile, moving toward my soon-to-be bride.
It hasn't been the fairy tale girls dream up. It's been eight months of hell. But there's a cherry on top of our dessert.
Charlie is hers—officially.
Funny thing? Drake never showed up for his next court-appointed hearing.
Imagine that.
And Judge Jetson just up and resigned his position one day. Said justice wasn't his thing. Not anymore.
Getting to know Rose's parents was an uphill climb. Didn't hurt that the kid loved me. Hell, I think I might love two people now. Rose made it clear she was a package deal.
Charlie still has nightmares about the “bad men.” We encouraged him to tell his grandparents.
Their eyes were big when they understood what went down. Whatever wasn't clear, I filled in for them.
They liked me better after that. Hard not to feel grateful for the man who saved your other daughter from the first daughter's murderer.
Rose holds out her hand, and I take it.
I lean next to her temple. The soft murmurs of the crowd swirl around us like expectant white noise.
“I don't know if you should be wearing white, the things I've done to you.” My lips sweep her temple and the barest hint of my tongue touches her warm skin.
Her face turns beet red, but she whispers, “Technically, it's cream.”
I raise her hand to my lips, tilting my face against the top of her hand and rubbing it like a satisfied cat, my eyes locked on hers.
The priestly dude waits.
Then he marries us.
My Road Kill brothers don't cry, but
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