Today might be the most stressful day the club has had in a long time, and it has nothing to do with club business.
Never in a million years did I think I'd get to watch my little sister get married, but today is that day. Standing in the groom's suite with Shamrock, Claddagh, and Grey, it's strange to see us all in tuxedos instead of our usual jeans. Shamrock has fidgeted with his tie half a dozen times in the last ten minutes, and I'm about ready to slap his damn hands if he doesn't leave it the f**k alone.
"Bro, you look fine. Stop f*****g with your clothes," I say as I shrug on my jacket and button it.
The door to the suite opens, and Voltz sticks his head inside. "We're ready for you, Prez. Time to go wait at the altar for your woman."
Walking over, I stand behind Shamro
