(THIRD BOOK in the Golden Girl Series)
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"Till death do you part?" The priest finishes off with.
"I do," I answer - knowing how ready I am to die with this man.
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You've been on Amber Marigold's journey since she arrived at Tygerwell. Now join...
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"Well, this is awkward," I comment to my fellow SS gang member next to me. I can't say I'm not relieved though. I'm pretty sure I would've shitted my pants and found a nice little corner to hide in if a fight actually broke out.
Hein looks over with an unimpressed expression. "It's not awkward. It's how things turn out sometimes," he says.
I snort at my bulky friend. I mean, I'm pretty tall myself, but I don't bother going to the gym every day like Mr Broody over here. "This is so embarrassing. You were all so ready to fight and die and then boop. Wrong location, come again next time," I chuckle.
"It's not embarrassing. We'll fight another day. And what do you mean by 'you'. Weren't you ready to fight and die yourself?" Hein asks. I look over and some of the other Southerners come strolling closer. Ah damn, I'm exposing myself here. If the guys find out what a coward I am, I'll be the joke of the gang again.
"I'm willing to pew-pew a few Northerners, but I'm not about to game over myself at a wedding," I answer. An empty wedding at that, I think to myself while glancing around. We're at some secret venue in the middle of a damn forest with decor and no guests. This really is embarrassing for us. But everyone's too embarrassed to admit it.
Hein curls his lip at me and I'm all too familiar with the look. It's the same look everyone hands me when I don't swear my very life to our leaders. Honestly, Kyle can be as good a guy as Jesus for all I care, but I'm not going to jump in the fire just because he's asking nicely. Not Chad, no. Maybe I would've been more enthusiastic if instead of throwing ourselfs into the fire, we only have to roast marshmallows at the fire. Why's nobody giving us those kinds of orders? Hell, I'd gladly pledge my soul to Kyle if he started giving us orders like: Go take a vacation at the Bahamas or something. Now that's leadership I can get behind. God, why's every leader I know always giving out shitty orders?
"Hey, Chad, what'd you say?"
I look over and sure enough, the other guys heard me. Great. Spanner and his friends come sauntering over - hands in the pockets of their matching grey jackets and shoulders pushed back to look more intimidating. Spanner is definately the one that stands out from the scruffy looking ounch with his cropped hair and distinct scar running through his right eyebrow. I heard somewhere the scar has something to do with his gang name.
