Page 32 of Georgie (Sons of Hell MC #10)
Georgie
They were married.
Jack had a new wife, and Josie had a mother and three new sisters.
Standing off to the side, I watched as Josephine danced with her father and LeeAnn danced with her daughters.
It was a beautiful ceremony. Not that I knew anything good or bad about weddings.
All I knew was that as of an hour ago, Priest pronounced Jack and LeeAnn man and wife and the real party started.
Kids were running around, and the guests were smiling.
I even spotted my granny talking with Mrs. Cohen, heads close together, as they both glared at something.
Following their line of sight, I frowned.
There, on the dance floor, was Romeo dancing with Fiona.
Scowling, I crossed my arms as the Casanova fucker made my little sister smile.
Shaking my head, I turned to step outside.
The cool night breeze was a welcome balm to the storm brewing inside me.
The laughter and music spilled out from the reception, a symphony of happiness that made my annoyance feel all the more misplaced.
I dug my hands into my pockets, kicking at the gravel beneath my feet.
I didn’t want to admit it, but something about Romeo pissed me off. Maybe it was his Southern charm, or his smug, happy smile but when he turned that attention to my little Fiona, well, that I wouldn’t allow.
Nope. Not happening!
In fact, it grated against my nerves in a way I couldn’t explain. I saw how the fucker looked at her at dinner the other night. So attentive, so sickeningly charming.
It was gross.
No matter where she was, his eyes gravitated to her, watching her every move, like he wanted to gobble her up. Too bad for him, that was never going to happen.
My sister was too damn sweet and innocent for the likes of him.
“You’re missing the party.”
I didn’t have to look to know who it was.
Turning, I found him leaning casually against the wooden frame of the door, his eyes dancing with mischief.
“What do you want, Romeo?” I asked, my voice sharp enough to cut through the air.
He grinned, stepping closer as if he had every right to intrude on my solitude. “I’m leaving tomorrow for Nebraska.”
“Don’t let the door hit you on the way out.”
“Knew you’d be happy about that.”
“Thrilled.”
Romeo smirked. “You gonna tell my cousin the truth? I saw the papers.”
“Why do you care?”
“Same reason you care about Fiona.”
“You stay the hell away from my sister. She is too damn young for you.”
“I know,” Romeo agreed seriously. “But she won’t be forever, Doc.”
Glaring at the son of a bitch, I sneered, “Stay away from her, Romeo. If you don’t, I will call your prez and file a formal grievance.”
Romeo’s lips twitched as a shadow of amusement flickered in his eyes. “You’re protective of her. That’s almost admirable. You see, I’m thinking it’s tit for tat. I’ve kept quiet about those papers. Haven’t said a word. Now, I’m thinking you owe me.”
I crossed my arms, unmoved by his feigned civility. “You think this is a joke, Romeo? I’m dead serious.”
He tilted his head, studying me like I was a creature he couldn’t quite figure out. “Not a joke, no. More like entertainment.”
“I’m not here for your amusement,” I snapped. “Just stay away from Fiona.”
Romeo shrugged, his movement annoyingly casual. “Message received.” His gaze lingered for a moment longer, unsettlingly sharp, before he turned on his heel. “Take care, Doc. See you soon enough.”
I didn’t let my guard down until he was gone, the faint sound of his boots fading into the night.
“You know something, Doc, I’ve never known my cousin to walk away from a challenge before.”
Groaning, I hung my head. “Go away, Gator.”
“You’re new to the biker world, Doc, so I’m gonna give you some free advice. Don’t interfere when a club brother claims a woman. It won’t end well for you.”
“She’s seventeen.”
“Doesn’t matter,” Gator stated, stepping out of the shadows and throwing a set of keys in the air before catching them.
“Romeo will respect your wishes and wait until she’s legal, but understand this, Doc.
When he comes for her, not even God will stop him.
Now, if you will excuse me. My future sister-in-law told me where I can find my woman. I think it’s time we talked.”
“Gator?” I spoke up as he turned to leave. “Be gentle with her. She’s carrying the weight of the world right now.”
The annoying Cajun smirked. “Same goes for you, Doc. You hurt my cousin and I will show you what it really means to be rode hard and put up wet.”
Heading back inside, I barely made it back to the ballroom when Jack, Granny, LeeAnn and King stopped me dead in my tracks. “We need to talk.”
Rubbing the back of my neck, I looked around and spotted Josie talking with Judge Tomlinson across the room, as he handed her something. I watched as her eyes grew wide and then she stormed off, heading for a side door. Her back was ramrod straight.
Shit. This was not good.
“Can it wait?”
“No,” King growled. “Tell me you told Josie the truth.”
I slowly shook my head.
“Boy,” Jack growled at me. “What the hell have you been doing?”
Glaring at the man, I snarked, “If you haven’t noticed, Jack, I’ve been a little busy lately.”
Granny stepped right up to me and got in my face. “You go tell that girl right now, George. We’ve all done our part. You better fix this fast before it blows up in your face!”
Nodding, I gulped as Granny pointed her dainty finger at my chest.
“Yep. Telling her now.”
Brushing past them, I entered the ballroom when I spotted Cameron rushing over to me. “Carebear!”
“Not now, kid. I gotta find Josie.”
“She knows!” the brat shouted, causing several eyes to turn my way. Stopping dead in my tracks, I turned, grabbed him by the scruff of his shirt, and hauled him close. “What the hell do you mean, she knows? I thought you were blackmailing the judge!”
“Yeah, about that.” The kid huffed. “Judge wasn’t too happy about being blackmailed. Now I’ve got to spend my summer vacation doing community service!”