“Nope.” Nixon shook his
head. “It’s always the ones you don’t expect. My money’s on Grandma.”
“I’ll take that bet.” Tex
rose. “Seems like someone needs to fall on their own knife and all that. This
has to be the most depressing wedding I’ve ever gone to and that includes the
fake one Mo made for her kittens when she was four.”
“They lived happily ever
after.” Mo tilted her head into the air and narrowed her eyes.
Tex leaned down and
tapped Mo on the nose. “Yes if happily means they lived for five damn minutes
before marching directly into oncoming traffic.”
“I think the wedding just
hit its low point.” Mil muttered. “Save us, Tex. I beg you. Find the gun and
I’ll give you a prize.”
“Prize?” Tex’s eyes lit
up. “As in—”
“As in her new husband
won’t punch you in the face. You’re welcome. Yay, prizes.” I did a fake punch
into the air. “Now go create some excitement before Nixon starts picking people
off with his semi-automatic.”
Nixon rolled his eyes.
“Right, like I’d even bring—”
“It’s in the SUV.” Trace
answered sounding bored. “Saw it when I took out my dress.”
“Damn.” He looked away.
Just then a very drunk
looking cousin Vinnie got up and took the microphone from the band. “Look here!
I have a toast to the bride and groom!” The feedback from the microphone mixed
with his inability to stand up straight caused him to drop the stand and then
fall flat on his ass.
“For the love of God save
us all.” I pushed Tex towards Grandma.
We all sat at the table,
the very depressing bridal party table, and watched as Tex slowly made his way
towards the elderly woman.
“This won’t end well.”
Trace said under her breath. “The man has the subtleness of a bomb.”
“Exactly.” Mo grinned
from ear to ear.“I did say we needed entertainment, didn’t I?”
“Mo… ” Nixon warned.
“He cheated on me Nixon.
Let me have my fun.” She said smoothly.
“He what?” Nixon roared
jumping to his feet, curious stares pinned in our direction as Mo grabbed his
hand and pulled him back to his seat.
“I’ve got this. You
aren’t the only one who knows how to use their powers for evil, brother.
Revenge is a bitch, isn’t that what they say, Trace?”
She looked guiltily down
at her hands.Yeah, double meanings I could really get without. Hopefully Mo
wasn’t going to get Tex shot at our wedding, not that I’d be against it. This
was the first I heard of him cheating, granted, Mo hadn’t really been all that
for sharing recently. She was as secretive as ever. Something told me it was
for a reason,but I’d been too wrapped up in my own drama to even ask. How bad
did I suck as a half brother? Bad, real bad. On a scale of one to ten in the
suckiness department I’d be around an eleven.
Tex finally reached her
chair and sat down next to her, his smile was wide, I couldn’t tell what he was
saying but his hands were all over the place, and then he set one hand on
Grandma.
“Oh this isn’t going to
end well.” Mo chuckled. “She hates being touched.”
“It is Tex.” I pointed
out. “She could do a lot worse.”
“Doubtful.” Mo snorted
crossing her arms.
Holy shit what the hell?
Had I been living under a rock for the past few months? What went down? And how
didn’t I know about it.
I winced when Tex moved
his other hand next to Grandma’s leg. Probably wouldn’t be a good time to tell
him that she’d seen her fair share of murder. I almost closed my eyes when she
looked down at his hand.
“Aw shit.” Nixon shook
his head. “You had to challenge him, Mo.”
Mo’s face twisted into a
murderous smile as she pointed and exclaimed. “Game. Set. Match.”
Grandma had Tex by the
balls.
“Ouch!” This from Mil.