Addicted to You (Devils Right Hand MC #3)

Chapter 4

Axe's POV

Happiness is easy to fake. Someone can be completely broken on the inside but to you, they seem normal. They still smile when you open the door for them. They laugh at your jokes. They seem like the exact same person you've always known, but there are little cracks in their personality that weren't there before. Those cracks allow you to see beyond the thick mask they have on, it allows you to see past the bull shit and to the heart of who they truly are.

I missed those cracks once, but not this time. I will never miss those silent cries for help again and something tells me that Gabby has a few cracks in her.

Maybe that's why I'm so drawn to her. Maybe this is just a way to right one of the biggest mistakes I've ever made.

I mean, that's all it can be, right?

"Simple, Amber! I said simple, not a fucking spin-off of the met gala," Shorty groans as I make my way down the staircase for breakfast.

"I'm letting the guys wear blue jeans, that's as simple as you are gonna get," Amber quips, and Driver rolls his eyes. If they didn't want a big wedding, they should've eloped because Amber watched too many of those girly wedding shows as a kid.

"Babe, it is their wedding," Grease reminds her and I chuckle to myself. If someone were to guess what 'breakfast time' conversations were in the DRH Mother Chapter Clubhouse, they sure as hell wouldn't expect this. Hell, I didn't expect this, but I've heard it wasn't always like this. I think it changed when all of the new old ladies popped up.

"Okay fine," Amber sighs as she throws her hands up, "no chandeliers, and no gourmet cater, but you have lost your fucking mind if you think I'm sitting on a hay bale."

"Well, you wouldn't be sitting anyway, dummy," Shorty laughs.

"What? I'll be tied up in the back room?" Amber quips.

"You're gonna be a bridesmaid, dumbass," Shorty laughs. "Grace and Clove too." The sound that comes from these girls' mouths hurt my ears. It's too damn early in the morning for all of this screaming and excitement. I mean, Shorty and Driver have been together for over a year, why is a wedding even needed?

Breakfast continues as we all eat in silence and for some reason, my mind drifts to the awkward bartender. I don't know much about her, but something in me wants to know more. And I guess that starts with teaching her how to drive. I don't know why she doesn't already know, but that's not my business. My job is to teach her how to drive, be a friend if she needs it, and get the fuck out. Nice and easy.

"So who's next?" Clove asks, loudly as she looks around the table.

"Next for what?" Bullet asks.

"We've been on a roll," Shorty laughs.

"Yeah, it was stagnant for ten years, now we've got three new old ladies in 4 years," Grace adds.

"And Shorty is getting to be old news, so we need new blood in the group," Amber adds.

"Oh! I have a guess!" Clove squeals as she whispers something in Shorty's ear.

"No! It's totally...." Shorty replies and she whispers something into Clove's ear. This is fucking great, another betting pool. Everything in this house is worth something to somebody.

But I guess the girls are right, most of the guys are getting to the age where it's expected they settle down and start making babies, though not many of them are ready for that. I guess the upside of being the youngest member is that no one expects me to settle down soon, so I can avoid those conversations for a while.