Page 202 of Nothing Special X: The Last Stand

“I know right?” Hart chuckled.

“I can’t believe our boys joined a covert assassin organization,” God muttered.

“I can,” Hart said. “Free’s always wanted to use his inventions and knowledge to do good in the world. And the Ravens are definitely doing that.”

“I saw a headline this morning on CNN that the missing whistleblower who was supposed to testify against some corruption in the DOJ was safely recovered after he vanished the night before the hearing, but no one is giving any details on the rescue,” Day said. “I’m pretty sure that was the Ravens.”

“Every headline you read that sounds mysterious, you think it’s them.” God pfft’d. “Fact is, no one knows when or where they strike. Especially since there’s eight of them.”

They walked around the side of the big house toward the venue, and the ranch opened up in front of them.

Even God had to admit it looked damn good.

More than good.

Beautiful.

A massive white tent had been erected near the back pasture, its peaked roof glowing in the warm light. Wide panels were tied open so the breeze could move through.

Long wooden tables were already dressed beneath it, with cream runners, greenery, lanterns, and clusters of wildflowers in deep blue, white, and gold. Strings of lights hung from the tent beams and stretched outward into the trees like low stars.

Beyond the tent, an aisle had been marked across the grass with wooden benches on either side. At the end stood a high arch made of dark timber and climbing greenery, with white flowers threaded through it. Further back, near the fence line, God could see the carriage Fox had promised, polished and waiting, with ribbons tied along the rails.

Gen stared transfixed. “Oh my gosh, Curtis is going to lose his mind.”

“You said he wanted a fairy tale,” Bull said beside them.

Gen shook his head. “I don’t know what to say…thank you so much. This far exceeds what we’d imagined our wedding would be.”

God stood near the edge of the aisle and looked over the place where the boy he’d rescued from a life of crime would marry his baby brother.

For a moment, he didn’t see the tent.

He saw a young kid with wild eyes and more fear than sense. He saw the whole team coming together to keep Curtis’s pockets full so he never felt that desperate again. He saw Ruxs and Green stepping into a broken boy’s life and building a home of love for him, mingled with a bit of profanity and reckless advice.

And now that kid was getting married.

Day slid his hand into his.

“Where’s the time go, huh?” Day said quietly.

God gazed at him for a long moment, before he leaned down and kissed his forehead. “Don’t start your mushy shit.”

He turned toward the far side of the venue where Curtis was still on the horse with Dale, pointing excitedly at the carriage while Dale said something that made him laugh so hard he folded forward.

Genesis stood watching him.

God bumped his brother’s shoulder. “You’re gonna make a good husband.”

Genesis’s eyes stayed on Curtis. “Don’t be too busy in Hollywood to take my call. Because I know I’m gonna need some advice in the spouse department…probably often.”

God understood. “I’ll never be too busy for you.”

Genesis turned and faced him, his expression somber and serious. “I love you, Cash. I’m glad we found our way back to each other.”

God gave his brother a tight hug.

Yeah, he was glad too.