River.

Chapter 164: Czech yourself.

Max's P.O.V.

We arrived at the church where the wedding was taking place about 10 minutes early.

As we closed the doors to the car and began to head towards the building I heard a cough come from what sounded like the trunk.

Obviously River heard it too because he stopped in his tracks and stared at me in confusion.

Without saying a word we walked to the trunk and I popped it open.

Lying in the floor of the trunk was Morgan and Kai.

"What the hell are you two doing in here?" I asked.

"More importantly how the hell did you two get in here?" Asked River.

"When you went in the house to get something we climbed into the trunk to see where you two were going because you seemed like you were in a hurry to get there." Kai answered.

"What does us being in a hurry have to do with you and Morgan sneaking into the trunk?"

"We had nothing better to do." Morgan stated.

"Well now you're still gonna have nothing better to do because you're staying in the trunk." I said.

"If you keep us in here we're gonna find a way to get out." Kai retorted.

"The only way to open the trunk is from the outside." River remarked.

"Then we'll just kick and scream until someone hears us and finds a way to open the trunk." Morgan replied.

River and I looked at eachother and gave in because we knew they'd do exactly what they said they would.

We grudgingly pulled them out of the trunk and laid down some rules.

"You two will stay beside us at all times." I said.

"And you wont speak to ANYONE." River followed up. "Got it?"

Kaiser and Morgan nodded their heads yes.

I grabbed Morgan's hand and River grabbed Kai's as we made out way into the church.

"If your moms find out, we're dead." I said to them.

"We can keep a secret." Kai responded.

We opened the doors of the church and walked inside but froze when we saw the scene in front of us.

"You've gotta be kidding me..." River mumbled.

Cato lied. This was NOT a wedding full of hot Colombia women.

It was a wedding full of hillbillies and rednecks.

"I'm leaving." Stated River.

"River, no."

"Max I am NOT staying here."

"We have to report the wedding back to Cato. We're staying."

He groaned as we walked down the aisle to find a seat.

We ended up sitting on the 5th row and River was lucky enough to sit next to an elderly lady that looked to be around her 70's.

Of course he hated it.

River disliked rednecks just as much as I disliked French people- maybe even more.

I looked towards the front of the sanctuary and saw a tall African American man being pepped by who I assumed was his best man. Opposite from him was a set of bridesmaids making last minute touchups to the flowers they were holding.