Chapter Twenty-Seven

Leo

Brynn and I stood under the gazebo in the backyard, the air thick with anticipation. The people I cared about most in the world were all here—fifty-four of them, to be exact. The Devil's Knights, Banachis, and the Marangas had all gathered to witness this moment.

Brynn stood beside me, looking radiant in a crimson-colored wedding dress that hugged her curves perfectly. The color matched my tie, which I wore with gray slacks and a crisp white button-down shirt. For the first time in over twenty years, we were finally going to make it official.

Fayth stood by her side as the maid of honor, and Marco stood ready as my best man. I could see the mix of emotions on the faces in the crowd—joy, relief, and a bit of disbelief that this day had finally arrived.

The preacher looked between us, his gaze steady. “Do you, Leo, take Brynn to be your wife?”

I felt the weight of the moment, a mix of exhilaration and nerves. But instead of answering, I shook my head, an impulsive move that drew a loud gasp from the crowd. I could almost pinpoint who it was—probably Meg, always the dramatic one.

“Uh-oh,” Brynn said, raising an eyebrow at me.

I flashed her a reassuring smile. “I, Leo, take Brynn to be my forever.”