Unbeautifully (Undeniable, #2)(64)
Aw, Jesus…he couldn’t pretend to be someone he wasn’t. He couldn’t put a ring on Eva’s finger. He couldn’t f*ck her up like he had Christine. Like he did everything.
“Prez,” Mick whispered, leaning over.
His head snapped left. “What?” he snarled.
Mick’s lips twitched. “Nothin’, Prez, just thought maybe you’d wanna watch your bitch walkin’ down the aisle.” Mick’s chin jerked left and Deuce’s gaze followed.
Suddenly he didn’t give two f*cks about how he was going to fare as a husband or how many mistakes he was going to make, which was going to be a lot because, well…that was what he was best at.
No, he didn’t care about anything else in the world except for his woman, the sweetest kid he’d ever met, the smartest too, a kid who’d turned into the sexiest woman he’d ever seen. A woman who didn’t just love with her whole heart but with her body and soul. A woman who, time and time again, brought him to his f*cking knees, had him praying to a god he didn’t believe in just so he could keep her by his side.
A woman whose motherf*cking smile made the world and his life seem somewhat livable. Even worth it sometimes.
On the arm of Preacher was his Eva. Her soft hair hung long in dark brown waves, her makeup was minimal, and her dress was a simple, strapless white cotton sundress that ended at her knees. His gaze traveled down her silky smooth legs to her feet and his chest constricted. Black Chucks. And not just any black Chucks but her oldest pair. Ratty, doodled on, coming apart at the seams, the same ones she’d been wearing the very first time he’d kissed her. Back when she’d been way too young for him and he’d lost complete control of himself and his better judgment.
Eva came to a stop at the bottom step of the gazebo and looked up at him, her big gray eyes shining, her luscious lips twitching something fierce, trying not to smile while Preacher straight up glared at him. Deuce glared back. If her old man wanted a fight, he was going to get one.
“Yo, Prez.” Cox laughed. “You’re gonna wanna go get her, right?”
Oh. Right.
He strode forward, taking all three steps at once, and grabbed Eva away from Preacher and started yanking her back up the stairs. The faster they could get this shit over with, the faster he could get her alone. And set to working on kid number two.
Preacher yanked her back and the two of them spent another good minute glaring at each other.
“You’ll always be my baby girl,” Preacher whispered, giving Eva a kiss on the cheek, shooting eye daggers at him.
Yeah, f*cking right, he thought, dragging Eva up the steps. Eva was his. All his. Ain’t no man, not even her father, should be thinking otherwise.
“I have a bra on,” Eva whispered, unable to fight her grin any longer. “It’s my something new.”
He couldn’t help himself and burst out laughing. She was just so damn…perfect.
“Something old,” she continued, pointing at her feet.
“Something borrowed.” She grabbed his gold Horsemen’s tag around her neck. The one that had deuce inscribed on the back.
“Borrowed for f*ckin’ ever,” he said gruffly. Ain’t no way she was ever giving that back. Her grin grew.
“My dress is white,” she continued. “And I’m wearing your blue boxers.”
The entire wedding party roared with laughter.
“Oh, Evie.” Kami sighed. “I told you not to do that!”
“Fuckin’ hell,” he muttered, grabbing her arm and turning her toward the minister. “Let’s get this f*ckin’ circus over with.”
Still smiling, although regarding Eva strangely, the minister ushered them closer. “Ready?” the minister asked.
“Fuck, yeah,” he said gruffly. “This bitch is mine.”
This time everyone in the entire yard erupted in laughter. Except for Eva. She was staring up at him, her smile wide, her eyes soft. Damn those eyes, drowning him in nothing but Eva.
“I, Eva Fox, take you, Cole West, to be my beloved husband,” Eva softly repeated. “To have and to hold you, to honor you, to treasure you, to be at your side in sorrow and in joy, in the good times and in the bad, and to love and cherish you always. I promise you this, baby, from the bottom of my heart, for all the days of my life.”
Deuce stared down at her, burning with a whole mess of emotions he was helpless to turn off. Burning because he knew he’d never get enough of her. Burning because he wanted to pick her up, take her inside the clubhouse, strip her naked, and knock her up again just to make sure she’d never leave. Burning because after all the shit they’d gone through—the pain, the loss, the heartache, the straight up evil brutality that made them question everything they’d thought to be true and had nearly driven them apart for good—he knew he’d do anything for her. Steal anything, kill anyone, be anyone.
Even a f*cking husband.
“Baby,” Eva whispered, grinning. “It’s your turn.”
He glanced over at the waiting minister, then back at Eva. “What she said,” he grunted. Then he turned to their guests.
“This is it,” he bellowed. “This here is me and f*ckin’ Eva and this is our f*ckin’ road and anyone who doesn’t like it, anyone who’s got somethin’ f*cked-up to say, can get the f*ck off our road!”