One Rule

Chapter 32

***NOTE: Sorry this took so long. The last month has been crazy. Part of how I wrote this story was to skip to a portion that I had inspiration for when I was blocked on an earlier section. I was basically filling in earlier portions to get to the portion where the guys were in prison and finally getting out, and therefore had to do a lot of editing on this portion because things changed a bit. So if something seems off, that's probably where it stems from - sorry! I really recommend listening to the song I mention in the chapter. It's kind of an inspiration for me in writing these two. I Home Free's cover of "Yours" if you're interested! Thanks again for all of your support! Hope you like the new chapter!***

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Lyla, Ellie, and I spent the afternoon hanging around the house and doing each other's hair. I helped Lyla with all the last minute prep before slipping into my own dress and heels before we went over to the reservation. I waited with her with Ellie and Piney before it was time for ceremony to start.

"Feeling better?" Piney asked.

"Yeah. I was scared of what Jax and Clay would do. Right now, whatever it is, doesn't seem to be directed at me, so I'm good for now," I replied.

"They won't hurt you, so you're good. Period."

I nodded.

Jax came back to tell us it was time. He led me outside and when we got close to the platform, he offered me a hand up, and once we were in place Piney and Lyla walked out to the assembled crowd. Ellie was carrying Lyla's train.

I took Lyla's flowers as she turned to face Opie.

It was a sweet ceremony. It was pretty short, but that didn't take away from how touching it was. I was happy to see Opie so in love. I had to laugh at the end of his vows, when the guys joined in. "I promise to treat you as good as my leather, and ride you as much as my Harley." I laughed and rolled my eyes when I heard Kozik join in. Surely they have to know that if that was true, no one would ever get anything done.

Once the ceremony was over, it slowly started to turn into the reception. I stepped off of the platform and into the crowd that was milling about, hoping to find my own husband.

"Why is a pretty little girl like you out here all by yourself?" I turned around when I heard Happy's voice in my ear.

"Just killing time, Killah," I smiled. I turned and hugged him. "Welcome home. I still can't thank you enough for what you did for me."

"It's all good, little girl." We sat down at a table and I fingered the rings on my left ring finger. "When did you get married?" Happy asked.

"About a year ago. We just went to the courthouse. It wasn't a big deal," I explained.

"Does he make you happy?"

"I wouldn't have married him if he didn't."

"Does he keep you safe?"

"Other than the one incident, yeah," I nodded.

"Good. I'll kill him if I ever find out differently," he nodded.

"I believe you."

Tig and Juice approached and sat down with us. "You said her face looked different," Tig commented, finally taking a good long look at my face. "He made this big damn deal about how your face doesn't look like it used to."

"It doesn't," Happy protested.

"Well, different or not, you're still beautiful," Juice replied, squeezing my hand.

"Thank you," I smiled. "I like the full head of hair," I teased, running my hands through it. "You should think about keeping it."

"Anything is better than that stupid haircut," Tig chimed in.