36 - Here goes
Roman I have never felt this sick in my entire life. I’m a bag of nerves, and I don’t do nerves. I look like a fuckin.g pansy in this damn dark suit Ace put me in. I mean, is a suit really necessary? Why the hell couldn’t I wear my damn jeans and cut? This tie is choking me. I yank on it. “Don’t do that; you’ll ruin the look.” “I look like a dic.k,” I complain like a child. This is so not me. I never gel my hair back. Why do I have to change the way I look? Ace rolls his eyes at me. “You don’t look like a dic.k. You look like a man who’s about to get married.” “This might have been your thing,” He wore a suit to his wedding. “But it’s not mine. Marley likes me the way I am.” “She might be having the biker wedding, but you owe it to her to at least try and give her some normal
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