The Thunder Wolves MC - Lyssa (Book #13)

Today was supposed to be the happiest day of my life. I even woke up believing it was already the best day of my life. No matter what could go wrong, I refused to think it would ruin the day, because by the end of it, I would be married to my best friend and man I loved. I was so excited for the day that I hardly slept the night before. I moved through the day as if I were on cloud nine. I was so excited that I could hardly eat anything for breakfast before sitting for the complete spa treatment my love had paid for in advance for me and my three bridesmaids and maid of honor. We were all treated to full-body massages, manicures, and pedicures, followed by our makeup and hair being done before it was time to get dressed. The morning was full of all of us girls laughing and having the best time. Everything was going as planned. I was so happy. That happiness and the thought that nothing could go wrong is where I am sure I went wrong. Or maybe it was that I was just so blinded by this man that I didn't see it coming. While sitting and getting my hair done, I sent my soon-to-be husband a text message letting him know I loved him and couldn't wait to see him in a couple of hours. It was gushy and oh-so-cheesy, but I didn't care. At least I didn't until his responding messages came through my phone. It was obvious his messages were not meant for me, but for another woman. "God, baby, you look so good in nothing but those heels. Wish I was there to strip the rest of that lacy s**t off you...Fuck just say the word and I will leave here with you instead of her…Keep sending pictures like that and I will be stuck with this the whole damn day." The final text was a picture of his erect p***s. In just those few text messages, my whole world shattered. And to make things worse, the reaction from my sister, right next to me, told me who he thought he was messaging. It wasn't an instant thing. No, it was maybe a full minute after his last message came though my phone that her smile and laugh as she looked at her phone while getting her hair done right next to me, changed to a gasp, and her eyes wide as she looked up from her phone to look me in the eye. She sat frozen for a heartbeat before she opened her mouth to start saying something. I don't even know or give a s**t what it was she was going to say. I didn't let her get farther than taking the breath she took to say whatever it was she was going to say. Pulling away from the hairdresser, I stood up from the chair I was in. "Get out…Everyone get the f**k out." Confused, everyone around me slowly moved, leaving the room. My sister didn't move as she started talking. "Lyssa, it's…" "I said get the f**k out." Shutting her mouth, she stood from her chair and left the room, closing the door behind her. Following her, I made sure the door to the room in my suite, which we had been using as a salon, was locked. Alone, I read through the messages again before throwing my phone, shattering it as it hit the wall on the other side of the room. Just as my phone fell to the floor, so did I. My heart shattering into jagged little pieces, a scream of pain and frustration echoing in the room, followed by the five minutes I allowed myself to cry. Five minutes was all I allowed myself before I pulled myself together. At least long enough to get dressed in something other than the robe I had been wearing while I was getting ready for the day, leaving my wedding dress hanging on the hook where it was on to air out. I left it on display as I walked out of the room. Leaving everything behind except for my purse, I walked out of the suite, ignoring everyone I passed as I made my way down to the lobby of the hotel. Leaving out the front door. Still ignoring everyone I know as they all try to get my attention and stop me from leaving. I had planned to take the car my finance and I had driven here the day before, but I changed my mind when I saw not only him standing near it, but also my sister. The two of them were in a heated conversation as he watched me. Turning, I decided to walk down the street where there was a gas station. I'm not entirely sure what my plan was, but I knew I wanted nothing to do with either of the two closest to the car. From behind me, I could hear him calling my name as he moved to try to catch up with me. The sound of him yelling my name caught the attention of a couple of the guys with their motorcycles in the gas station's parking lot. Turning, they all watched as I walked straight for them, ignoring the approaching man behind me now screaming my name. His approach halted as I reached the group of guys standing with their motorcycles. I know from the rumors in the area that these guys aren't exactly guys you want to mess with. In fact, most people will warn you to stay as far away from them as possible. But in this moment, I am willing to put my life in their hands if it means they will help me get as far away from here as possible. "I am sorry to bother you guys, but would you be able to get me the hell out of here?" From behind me, I heard him again as he yelled at me. "Lyssa, stop acting crazy…" In front of me the three guys moved in my direction two of them keeping their eyes on the asshole behind me while one of them looked me over. "Where do you need to go, sweetheart?" I shrugged. "Anywhere but here would be great." He nodded. "We are headed out of state, but can drop you off somewhere along the way." I shrugged again. "As far away from here as I can get would be wonderful." Again, he nodded his eyes moving over me one last time before motioning me over to one of the motorcycles behind him. Two other guys had joined us at some point, I don't know when. I'm guessing they had been inside the gas station when I arrived. One of the two held out a helmet as my eyes met his. He was tall and pretty scary-looking, yet my gut told me I could trust him. He looked as though he was old enough to be my dad. Actually, all of the guys in the group looked about the same age. Looking at the guy with the helmet, I noticed patches on the front left chest of the leather jacket he had on. The top patch read "Sergeant-at-Arms," and the patch directly under that read "Tank." "Lyssa.." My sister's voice, now yelling my name behind me, had me moving without thinking. Pulling the ring off my finger, I dropped it to the ground, leaving it there as I stepped over it, taking the helmet from Tank. I pulled the helmet onto my head before taking Tank's hand as he helped me onto the back of his motorcycle, behind him. "Hold on." That was all the warning I got before the two people I thought loved me the most had their voices drowned out by the deafening sound of all five motorcycles coming to life. My hands went to Tank's sides, not even a full second later, as we took off. I didn't bother looking back. f**k both of them. And f**k everyone that I was leaving behind that knew about the two of them. I do feel sorry for anyone who had no idea, but I can't deal with any of it now.