future. Let’s push Courage and the Hell’s Wheels into the future, Bruce. Together.”
“Ah, shit , shit , shit ! Why is it that there’s always a member of my gang comin’ up with insane plans?” He sighed loudly and slammed his fist into the wall in front of him. “Alright. Fuck it. You have my blessing. Go forth and multiply, or however the saying goes. I don’t give a shit no more. If you need me, I’ll be in my office with a bullet proof vest and two loaded rifles in my hands.”
I laughed. A bit over-dramatic, right? “Thanks, Bruce. We won’t let you down.” I said, patting his back.
“You’re still the enemy in my book.” he said. “But I’ll do business with the enemy if need be.”
“Don’t worry. We got this taken care of.” Rust assured him.
“Boy. If there’s anything I know about these kinds of situations, it’s that you don’t have any clue what might happen. I’ll expect you to report back to me, but I don’t expect any results.”
When all was said and done, we both took a deep breath and headed into the open air. “Ready to get married, dear?” he asked me, extending his hand.
“Ready as I’ll ever be.” I placed my hand into his strong palm and he squeezed, sending goose bumps throughout my body. I had to keep telling myself that this was just fantasy. This was just a means to an end. This wasn’t love. Of course it wasn’t. But then, why did I feel so different ?
I jumped onto his Harley Davidson and held onto his warm body, placing my head against his strong shoulders. “Let’s ride.” he said, revving the engine. He put the bike into gear and took off, riding against the sun.
Even though I grew up tough, as a young girl I still fantasized about getting married to the man of my dreams. Now, here I was getting married to an opposing family. Business. Just business, of course. What we were doing was actually a noble cause, unlike most marriages. A lot of marriages ended up in heartbreak, divorce, and disaster. Not mine. No, this marriage was special. It was made to mend our little kingdoms. And though our men couldn’t see it yet, we were avoiding imminent disaster.
“Where we headed to?” I called out to Rust, who’s hair was whipping back against the wind. His hands, veiled by his black leather gloves, held on tightly to the handlebars of his motorcycle.
“I thought you would’ve guessed by now.” he laughed, speeding through a red light. “We’re going to the infamous drive-thru wedding!” He cut through a corner and zipped past two other bikers, unaffiliated with any gang. They flipped us off.
“A drive-thru wedding? Are you serious?” It wasn’t exactly my dream wedding situation. Then again, none of this was. My father was dead and my crew had turned against me. I had to adapt and be strong. Plus, it made for one good story.
We turned into an empty parking lot where a lone brick building stood. I doubted anyone really went to this anymore, but a neon “We’re Open!” sign flashed in front. Bible verses were posted on a board to the side and a woman slid open the window. “Look at you two lovebirds!” she exclaimed. “Well aren’t you cute, ridin’ up on your little bike like that. Come on through! You guys fixin’ to get married, or what?”
Rust frowned, a little hurt that the lady called us “cute.” Nevertheless, he rolled on through and stopped at the window. “Uh, one marriage, please.” he mumbled.
“Aww.” she cooed. “I just love it when two people can come together and—” But Rust almost immediately interrupted her.
“Let’s just get on with it, alright? We got a lot to do today.” he grunted.
“Oh, of course. I apologize. You have a honeymoon to go on!” She smiled extremely wide for us. Rust was squeezing the handlebars, making sure he didn’t lose his cool. All this “cute” stuff was really getting to him.
“Darlin’.” she said to me. “Why don’t you get a little closer to him. Go on,
“Ah, shit , shit , shit ! Why is it that there’s always a member of my gang comin’ up with insane plans?” He sighed loudly and slammed his fist into the wall in front of him. “Alright. Fuck it. You have my blessing. Go forth and multiply, or however the saying goes. I don’t give a shit no more. If you need me, I’ll be in my office with a bullet proof vest and two loaded rifles in my hands.”
I laughed. A bit over-dramatic, right? “Thanks, Bruce. We won’t let you down.” I said, patting his back.
“You’re still the enemy in my book.” he said. “But I’ll do business with the enemy if need be.”
“Don’t worry. We got this taken care of.” Rust assured him.
“Boy. If there’s anything I know about these kinds of situations, it’s that you don’t have any clue what might happen. I’ll expect you to report back to me, but I don’t expect any results.”
When all was said and done, we both took a deep breath and headed into the open air. “Ready to get married, dear?” he asked me, extending his hand.
“Ready as I’ll ever be.” I placed my hand into his strong palm and he squeezed, sending goose bumps throughout my body. I had to keep telling myself that this was just fantasy. This was just a means to an end. This wasn’t love. Of course it wasn’t. But then, why did I feel so different ?
I jumped onto his Harley Davidson and held onto his warm body, placing my head against his strong shoulders. “Let’s ride.” he said, revving the engine. He put the bike into gear and took off, riding against the sun.
Even though I grew up tough, as a young girl I still fantasized about getting married to the man of my dreams. Now, here I was getting married to an opposing family. Business. Just business, of course. What we were doing was actually a noble cause, unlike most marriages. A lot of marriages ended up in heartbreak, divorce, and disaster. Not mine. No, this marriage was special. It was made to mend our little kingdoms. And though our men couldn’t see it yet, we were avoiding imminent disaster.
“Where we headed to?” I called out to Rust, who’s hair was whipping back against the wind. His hands, veiled by his black leather gloves, held on tightly to the handlebars of his motorcycle.
“I thought you would’ve guessed by now.” he laughed, speeding through a red light. “We’re going to the infamous drive-thru wedding!” He cut through a corner and zipped past two other bikers, unaffiliated with any gang. They flipped us off.
“A drive-thru wedding? Are you serious?” It wasn’t exactly my dream wedding situation. Then again, none of this was. My father was dead and my crew had turned against me. I had to adapt and be strong. Plus, it made for one good story.
We turned into an empty parking lot where a lone brick building stood. I doubted anyone really went to this anymore, but a neon “We’re Open!” sign flashed in front. Bible verses were posted on a board to the side and a woman slid open the window. “Look at you two lovebirds!” she exclaimed. “Well aren’t you cute, ridin’ up on your little bike like that. Come on through! You guys fixin’ to get married, or what?”
Rust frowned, a little hurt that the lady called us “cute.” Nevertheless, he rolled on through and stopped at the window. “Uh, one marriage, please.” he mumbled.
“Aww.” she cooed. “I just love it when two people can come together and—” But Rust almost immediately interrupted her.
“Let’s just get on with it, alright? We got a lot to do today.” he grunted.
“Oh, of course. I apologize. You have a honeymoon to go on!” She smiled extremely wide for us. Rust was squeezing the handlebars, making sure he didn’t lose his cool. All this “cute” stuff was really getting to him.
“Darlin’.” she said to me. “Why don’t you get a little closer to him. Go on,
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