Chapter 43: LOGAN

"See what I told you, bitch made, both of them." Ty had to duck after making that statement because both Con and I went after his ass. "Say, Cap, you do know you're supposed to be the one in the tux right, you too, Con." He thought his ass was funny. I cannot wait for him to fall. "As a matter of fact, I do, but I'm thinking of having my attendants, that would be you fucks, wear kilts on account of my Scottish blood."

"The fuck outta here with that shit Cap, I'm not wearing a skirt no matter what the fuck it's called." I knew that would shut him up. I also knew we were all trying to blow off steam before going back in. "Okay, guys, back to it."

There wasn't any of the usual banter between us; we were all pretty solemn once we passed the door into the private library that we had kept under lock and key since the night we'd buried our old friend.