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CHAPTER ELEVEN

STAR

As we make our way down to the lobby, one of Eric’s men is there, ready to greet us with a warm smile. “Ma’am, if you would like to follow me, there have been some changes to your wedding venue,” he states.

I frown, looking around at the girls. “What’s going on?” I ask. They all shake their heads with confused looks on their faces, just like mine.

“This way,” he gestures, and I follow, wondering if the chapel had cancelled last minute or if a car had broken down.

He leads us through the main casino to a set of large double doors at the back where two security guards are standing. They speak into their little mics and nod before opening the door. What in the fuck is going on? Man, I wish I brought my dusters down with me. I can’t help feeling like we are being set up and are walking right into a trap.

As we step through the door into a beautiful garden with a breathtaking fountain in the centre, I’m too busy looking up at it as we pass that I don’t notice the stunning veranda ahead where Ghost and the rest of the club, along with Queenie and the kids, are all stood waiting.

“Mama!” Enzo shouts, catching my attention, and that’s when I see them. My eyes dart from every stunning detail of white roses and lilies to land on him. Standing there in black jeans, a white shirt with a few buttons undone, and the sleeves rolled up exposing his tattooed forearms, paired with his Black Hearts MC cut, I grin, knowing that he doesn’t do shirts, and he’s never done formal. This was him doing formal for me.

Enzo bounces in his arms excitedly, making my grin deepen. I’m vaguely aware that the girls have all moved in front of me to walk ahead down the aisle. The music changes, and Sleep Token’s Mine starts playing loudly. I bite down on my bottom lip, fighting back the emotions that threaten to prickle towards the surface. I begin walking down the aisle, my eyes still firmly fixed on Ghost, his ice-blue eyes searing through to my very soul.

As I step next to him, his hand grabs the back of my head, his fingers threaded through my hair as he crashes his mouth down to mine. His mouth consumes me, and his tongue caresses mine as he pours everything he is feeling into this kiss. I feel Enzo’s hand on my cheek, bringing me back to reality, making me smile.

Ghost breaks the kiss, resting his temple on mine. “Words cannot describe how fucking stunning you look right now,” he whispers against my lips.

“Fffffuckin!” Enzo yells, causing me and Ghost to laugh. He moves his hand, gliding it down along my bare back, stopping at the swell of my ass, his thumb lazily stroking back and forth, causing goosebumps to break out across my skin.

“Unless you want everyone to see my hardened nipples through this dress, stop doing that,” I hiss.

“Ahem.” A guy standing in front of us coughs, clearing his throat.

“Shit, sorry. Didn’t see you there,” I apologise. I hear chuckles coming from behind me, so I reach around and flip them off behind my back, making them laugh harder. I look up at Ghost to see amusement dancing across his eyes. I shrug with my best innocent mask on. “What?” I ask before leaning over and placing a kiss on top of Enzo’s head.

Queenie steps forward, taking Enzo from Ghost before moving to stand at our side.

“Let me begin by saying how honoured I am to be here to officiate the union of Star and...” He pauses, looking down at his form. “Er, Ghost,” he says, clearing his throat awkwardly.

I look at the guy dressed in a formal grey suit; probably designer and probably expensive. “I’m sorry, is there anyone else that can marry us?” I ask, interrupting.

He looks at me with a stunned expression. “I can assure you ma’am, I am the best in Las Vegas,” he defends.

“I don’t doubt you aren’t. I just feel like we should have either someone more suited to us or even Elvis would do.” I shrug.

“Say no more,” a deep voice states. I turn and see Jared walking up, and he shoos away the efficient and smirks at Ghost.

“You can marry us?” I ask, grinning.

“Yeah, I am ordained, and my Elvis impression ain’t too bad either. Thank you very much,” he says in his best Elvis voice while swivelling his hips. I throw my head back and laugh.

“Why the fuck didn’t you say this before?” Ghost asks.

“Well, you didn’t even invite me to your fucking wedding, so mentioning that I was ordained didn’t exactly seem relevant. Now, do you want me to wed you two beautiful people or not?” he asks with a playful glint in his eye. It’s one I have never seen before, but then I guess there was only ever bad shit going on when we would see him.

“Yes, marry us,” I demand. It then occurs to me that I didn’t know how they managed to get Ghost out of jail without bail. His entire charges were dropped. “One thing: how did you get Ghost out?” I ask. It had been so busy, and I was so happy to see him that I completely forgot.

“I will fill you in later. Right now I need you to declare that you are mine,” Ghost demands.

“Fine,” I say in a mock huff.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here today,” Jared starts, “for these to declare their love to one another. They nearly didn’t make it to the altar, and we nearly had Jailhouse Rock. Huh-uh,” Jared says in his Elvis voice again, trying to curl his top lip.

I laugh, and Ghost rolls his eyes. “Get on with it, man,” Ghost warns.

“Okay, do you want the official lines or the short ones?” he asks.

“Short,” Ghost answers.

“Okay Star, do you take this huge, stubborn, pain-in-the-ass man to be your wedded husband? Do you promise to love him, tolerate him, and make the rest of his life hell?” Jared asks.

I look to Ghost with a grin. “Oh, I certainly do.”

“Do you Ghost, take this beautiful woman to be your wedded wife? Do you promise to love, worship, and give her multiple orgasms for the rest of your living life?”

“Fuck, yes,” Ghost states.

“Okay, you got any vows you guys want to add?” Jared asks.

“I do,” I state, clearing my throat as I gaze up at Ghost. “Um, I wasn’t going to say anything. I don’t normally do this mushy shit,” I state.

“Shiiit!” Enzo repeats. Seriously, the kid is like a parrot.

“Erm, well, I just want to tell you thank you. I don’t think I’ve ever said that to you before, but my life before you was… Well, it wasn’t a life. Without knowing you saved me, even though I fought you every step of the way. You didn’t give up on me. Your stubbornness clashed with mine.”

“I think you will find it didn’t just clash; it fucking collided with such force it damn near well caused an explosion,” Ghost counters.

My lips twitch, fighting back a smile. “Are you correcting my vows?” I ask, my voice full of sass.

His eyes spark with amusement. “I’m just elaborating.”

“And now I’ve forgotten what I was saying,” I huff. “I was trying to tell you how much I love you. How my life would be empty without you. That I could lose everything in this world, but as long as I had you and Enzo, I would be forever happy until the day I fucking die. But nope, you just had to interrupt me and throw me off my thoughts,” I rant. Taking in a deep breath, I release a sigh of annoyance. “You may have saved me Casper, but you get right on my tits,” I snap.

I ignore the smirks and snorts of laughter as I glare at him. He grabs my waist and pulls me flush against his body, holding me close. He leans down and brushes his mouth against mine. “Shut the fuck up and kiss me,” he growls.

I stand firm, resisting every urge in my body to relax into his hold. “Is that your romantic declaration of your love for me?” I retort.

“I don’t need to declare my love for you. I declare it every time I look at you, every time I touch you. When I hold you or comfort you…” he declares, his ice-blue eyes searing through mine. “When you make me smile, when you make me laugh. When you fucking make me so fucking angry I want to make you choke on my cock,” he growls.

I swallow, my mouth drying up as lust pulses through me. “Every time my lips touch your body, every time I make you scream my name in ecstasy.” He pauses, and my heart feels like it’s about to explode, all while I try to contain myself from jumping him and fucking him right here. His hand squeezes my hip. “I declare each and every day, every goddamn minute, that you are my entire fucking reason for existence. Love isn’t enough to describe everything you make me feel,” he states assertively.

Tears sting my eyes as the burning emotion rises in my throat. “You,” I breathe, trying to get a hold on my emotions.

Ghost grins as he tucks his other hand in my hair behind my ear, his fingertips delicately dancing along my jaw, moving down until his hand rests around my neck.

“Say it,” he whispers, grazing his lips over mine. Neither of us care where we are or that everyone is watching. It’s as if everyone and everything has disappeared. Only we exist at this moment in time.

“My husband,” I whisper.

He releases a deep, possessive growl. “My. Fucking. Wife,” he declares before his lips crash onto mine in a dominating and claiming kiss for all to see, but for me to feel. To know I am his.

Body, mind, and dark fucking soul.