◆◆◆ Chapter 2 ◆◆◆
~ Tony ~
The whiskey burned a trail down my throat, loosening every knot I’d tied myself into over the years.
The loft was chaos—loud music, louder laughs, my boys slapping my back like I was about to be executed instead of married. Tomorrow I would marry Fanny. My Fanny. The girl who had been my everything since we were kids. Sweet, soft, familiar. The only woman who had ever had me inside her.
And that night I sat there wondering what I was about to throw away by saying “I do.”
Marcus climbed onto the coffee table like he owned the place. “Truth or dare, groom!”
I rolled my eyes. “Truth. I’m not streaking for you assholes.”
He grinned, evil. “Deepest secret. Real talk. You’ve only ever f****d Fanny. Tomorrow it’s forever. What’s the one thing you’ve never told an
