Chapter 17 - Franky

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This champagne wasn't anywhere close to being strong enough. I went to the bar and grabbed some Scotch. I always found it to be disgusting but it was definitely the punch I was looking for. I took my glass and returned to Rico.

"Rico, man, that Jeremiah dude is really trying me. Why would he show up here to my wedding? It's taking everything in me not to go over there and punch him straight in his face." I chug more of my drink and try to relax.

"It's fucked up that he showed up here man. I think Laila invited him, but I don't think she wanted to stir anything up. That used to be Azalea's best friend, right? Maybe that's all she wanted for Azalea, to have her best friend here." Rico said to me, trying to make me realize what really happened.

"Man, fuck that." The alcohol was setting in and I was beginning to get angry. He didn't chose Azalea then so why is he choosing her now? That's not how it works.

I look back at Azalea and Jeremiah and see him grab her hand. My face must have instantly changed because Rico grabbed me by the arm. "Franky, calm down! Dude you don't want to have a brawl here at your wedding. And Azalea doesn't deserve that. Come on let's take a walk."

He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and led me outside. I could barely walk, my steps becoming very careful. I look back and see Jeremiah hug my wife. He's going to be a problem, I've always been good at putting an end to a problem.

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