Page 71 of Married into the Mob

It was why Ranger was so peeved we’d given it away.

“Thank…” She cleared her throat. “Thank you.”

She staggered inside, mumbling about her amazing luck.

Odell grabbed me. “You just bribed my aunt.”

I made a silly face. “Ummm, yes. I can take it back if you prefer.”

“Don’t you dare.” He put his lips on mine and stuck his tongue down my throat, mumbling, “I think it’s time we went home.”

TWENTY-SEVEN

HUNTER

“I want to marry you.”

“Suffering from memory loss, are you?” Odell placed a hand on my brow. “We did that.”

“No, you’re human.”

“As far as I know.” He peered under the covers before cupping his ear. “You trying to tell me something?”

“Humans want weddings with flowers, rice, and things. Like at City Hall.”

He shuddered, and I realized my mistake. Why did I bring up that dark memory?

“Humans like weddings, don’t they? It’s the whole dreams-come-true scenario. The commitment, a sense of belonging, the joy, the happy ever after.”

“I have my happy ever after.”

My mate and I worked together now. We did retrievals together, with him driving, and he helped me manage the club in the evenings. He was so good with the customers and was even better at flattering the regulars and big spenders than I was.

“I guess. But I’ve never given it much thought. And my track record for ceremonies is one failed and one in an underground bunker.”

“Ahhh!” I held up a finger. “I forgot to mention something.”

My mate furrowed his brows. “Do I want to hear it? Does it include Draven, kidnapping, or Stefan?”

“One of them, but it’s not bad bad. Just a blip. No, not that. It’s like misfiled paperwork.” I hoped I hadn’t confused him.

“Good. That’s crystal clear.” He clamped his hands on my shoulders. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, but your paperwork at the club is a mess.”

“A mess.” I removed his hands and dropped an arm around his shoulder. “And am I a mess?”

“You are kind of a slob, Hunter, dumping your clothes on the floor.” He giggled. “So yeah, you’re messy.”

“Let’s get back to weddings, shall we?” Being reminded of my untidy ways wasn’t part of my plan. “Turns out our old pal Stefan wasn’t a certified celebrant. Your brilliant mate literally brought our enemy into the panic room to do something he wasn’t qualified to do.”

“Well done,” Odell deadpanned.

I jumped out of bed and bowed. One where I twirled one arm in front with the other behind me.

“You were trying to protect me and you made a spur-of-the-moment decision to call Stefan, thinking he was being blackmailed by Draven.” He planted a kiss on my lips. “I don’t need another marriage certificate.”

We had the one Stefan gave us, which was a keepsake, but as he couldn’t file the paperwork, we didn’t have a legal document.

“Do we want to be reminded of Stefan fake marrying us?”