Page 66 of Gunner

“Cord, you remember the note Mike gave me, right?”

“Yeah,” I nodded. “He said I had to do right by his baby girl. He even said it again at the hospital, right before he told me to get my shit together. So, I did. I claimed her. What’s the problem?”

Stepping off the wall, Scribe piped up, “I’ve got this, King.”

Looking at the fucknut, I crossed my arms, waiting on bated breath for his pearls of fucking wisdom. So, when he pulled up a chair and sat next to me, I narrowed my eyes at him.

Out of all the brothers in the club, Scribe was the one I trusted the least. Not because he was a shitty brother, but because he made it his mission to fuck with my life.

“Gunner,” Scribe began. “Remember last spring when you and I went to the University of Tennessee? It was pledge week, and we helped a few of the fraternities with their pledges?”

“Yeah. We partied all weekend. What’s your point?”

“Good,” Scribe nodded. “Remember the Delta Gamma Pi party?”

“Was that the one with the waterside and pudding?”

“Yes!” Scribe smiled brightly. “After the wet t-shirt contest, what did we do?”

Scratching my head, I ran through everything we did that weekend. “Well, after the wet t-shirt contest, we attended a barbeque, bought beer for a few of the boys’ fraternities, we helped a few girls who were having a problem with their bikinis, we judged the Jell-O Slip-n-Slide contest. Oh, and we watched a movie.”

“That’s right!” Scribe sighed, rubbing his hands, smiling. “What do you remember about that movie?”

“Well, it was about seven brothers. They were lonely, so they kidnapped some women in town.” Thinking I knew where Scribe was going with this, I narrowed my eyes. “I’m not kidnapping Sarah, asshole.”

Scribe moaned right before he slapped me on the backside of my head.

“Hey! That hurt, you fucker.”

“You are a fucking moron. I’m not suggesting you kidnap Sarah. Now focus man. What happened in the movie?”

“In the end, each of the brothers got their girl.”

“Yes, but how did it happen?”

Rummaging through my brain, I tried hard to remember that movie. It was an old one, but funny. Though I would deny it until my dying day, it was good. Would have been better if the women showed a little flesh, but it was good anyway.

“Why did the brothers marry the girls?”

“Because their fathers showed up. It was a shotgun wedding.”

“That’s right,” the bastard grinned, “But why did the dads force the brothers to marry the girls?”

Sitting there, I tried to remember when the scene in the barn popped into my head. All the girls were bawling as their fathers made sure they were okay. That was when a father asked about a baby’s cry they heard earlier. Instead of telling the truth, all the girls claimed the baby.

My eyes bulged as I jumped to my feet. “One girl had a baby!”

“Ding, Ding, Ding,” Scribe chuckled. “The lightbulb works, folks!”

“The girls all claimed the baby, so the fathers forced the brothers to marry the girls. That’s how they ended up with them.”

“Exactly.”

Turning to King, I panicked. “I thought you were joking with that damn note! Mike can’t mean for me to marry Sarah because I got her pregnant! I can’t marry her! I’m still a child!”

“That’s for damn sure,” my brother Pyro whispered.

“Hey, Scribe,” Frank said. “What’s the name of that movie? I wanna watch it.”