In Love With the Mob

Chapter Thirty

It's a beautiful day at Cross Manor. The sun is slowly setting over the Seattle skyline, casting a warm glow over the garden full of beautiful flowers. White chairs with soft, spring-colored flowers lined in rows of ten, already filled with the closest of friends to the very lucky couple.

A black accented runner covered the aisle, prepared for the most handsome grooms Seattle may have ever seen. A black stage sits at the very front, with a makeshift arch waiting to hear Bash and his soon to be husband whisper their hearts secret of love and devotion. Soft music fills the space as refreshing drinks are being passed. Outside, the most perfect ambiance awaits our couple, calm wedded bliss. But inside; chaos.

Evan paces the horizontal length of the interrogation room. Dressed in a lovely silk button down shirt, with white slacks and suspenders. His long scarlet hair perfectly straighten and up in a half man bun, the rest laying perfectly over his shoulders. Anger flashes in his eyes, his gun in his hands resting at his side.

He quickly stops, placing his gun down on the table with a loud clank, causing the guilty parties to jump slightly. All except for one.

"I am going to ask you idiots one, more time. Where the fuck is the priest?"

They all look visibly uncomfortable, as all eyes went to Steven.

"We might have accidentally lost him."

"How the fuck do you lose a whole ass person Steven?"

"It really honestly was an accident. We went out for Bash's bachelor party. We just so happened to go a little further than we first had planned."

"How far are we talking Steven? You said you were only going to the southside of town."

"We did go to the south-side of town."

"If you only went to the south-side then-"

"We went to Tijuana."

"Tijuana is a little farther than the south side Steven, why the fuck did you go to Mexico?"

"Well, it was all for Bash. I mean we couldn't send our buddy out the right way in Seattle. So, we haaad to go to Tijuana." Steven says as he has the nerve to look smug.

"I honestly don't see what the problem is." Steven dares to say as he looks relaxed, leaning back in his chair wearing a plain white shirt, blue jean cutoff shorts and flipflops.

Evan almost went nuclear. He quickly picks up his gun and points it right at Stevens, a little red dot forming in the middle of this forehead. "The problem is, the FUCKING PRIEST IS MISSING. Our Wedding starts in an hour and we have no officiant."

Steven shrugs a little. "Okay, I see you're point."

"TALK!" Evan slams his fists into the table.

Steven looks to Bash for help, who quickly averts his eyes finding the wall to his right rather interesting. Steven groans loudly as he throws his head back dramatically. "Alright fine. So, here's what happened...

FLASH BACK

"There's a new bar on the other side of town that looks pretty good." Bash mentions as he slides into the back seat of the van. It was the only vehicle they all could fit into to.

Stoff goes to get into the driver's seat before Steven appears out of nowhere beside him.

"I'll drive." Steven holds out his hand for the keys. Stoff narrows his eyes as he shakes his head.

"No way in hell Steven." Steven flashes him an award-winning smile.

"Let me handle the driving you are always the responsible one, just enjoy yourself tonight. You are Bash's oldest friend; you guys deserve this." Stoff looks uncertain but they are short on time and have to get this night going. He reluctantly passes the car keys over.