Page 280 of Broken Saint

She completed us.

Watching as she grabs a handful of pasta and stuffs it into her mouth, I rip my eyes away and look at her mom again.

“I love you,” I mouth.

“I love you too,” Ella responds loudly enough for West to overhear. The asshole starts gagging beside me.

“Don’t worry, Bro. One day, I’ll be sitting beside you as your best man doing the same thing.”

“Pfft, I don’t think so. Everyone knows that Brax will be my best man.”

Istare at the clock, watching as the numbers climb closer to when I’m going to get to see my girls again.

We have nights apart weekly during the season. Another one shouldn’t be a big deal, but I barely slept last night. I missed her more than I thought possible, considering she’s in the same building.

I wanted to abolish the tradition of spending the night apart, but Angie wouldn’t have it.

She might be happy with our modern way of doing this, but some traditions die hard, and this was one she wasn’t letting go of.

I guess it’ll all be worth it in a few hours when I get to see her again.

Long before anyone else in the hotel is awake, I hit the gym before returning to my room to shower and get dressed.

I waste as much time as I can, but I still end up waiting for what feels like forever until someone finally knocks on my door.

The sound of deep male voices on the other side of the door makes my heart lurch and the butterflies that are happily fluttering in my belly go wild.

This is it. The beginning of the day where I finally make Ella mine.

It’s been a long time coming, and despite the pain and heartache we’ve experienced, I wouldn’t want it any other way.

The door finally bursts open and Luca, Kane, Kyan, Leon, Brax, and Benny all stumble inside, looking sharp as hell in their matching suits.

Gray suits with our old Maddison Kings Panthers cufflinks for old time’s sake.

Kyan is wearing the same suit tailored to fit his small body. He looks cute as hell, and a total mini-me of his father.

“Looks like someone’s impatient to see his bride,” Luca says teasingly.

“You have no fucking idea. Where’s West?” I ask, noticing my missing brother and best man.

Brax snorts a laugh as they all take a seat and make themselves at home.

“What?” I grunt.

“He went out last night.”

“He told me he was heading to bed,” I argue.

“Well, he didn’t get there until a lot of hours later, and smelling of women’s perfume no less.”

“Fuck’s sake,” I complain, dragging my hand down my face. “The fuck is he playing at?”

Brax shrugs. “He’s been a bit off recently. I rolled him out of bed before I left; he won’t be long.”

I want to dig more, but I don’t get a chance because Kane produces a bottle of top-shelf whiskey from fuck knows where and announces that we need a toast.

Luca apparently has the glasses, and not thirty seconds later, there are six shots lined up. Ignoring the empty seventh glass, I accept my drink.