LUCKY'S POV
"Where is my fiancé?" Krystal was close to hyperventilating. I had to keep my cool.
"Umm, he went to the bathroom, so I'm gonna go get him," I answered, trying to ignore the dirty scowl Kristoff Lexington was giving me. The dude never liked me. He believed I was a bad influence on his daughter. So what if I had Krystal steal his credit card and Buick when we were eighteen so we could go gamble in Las Vegas? Like get over it already buddy, it had been over six fucking years.
"I'm coming with you," Krystal said, whipping me back to the present.
"Honey, are you sure?" Kristoff inquired. "Let Lucy handle it."
Shallow fucker. I rolled my eyes.
"Father, her name is Lucky," Krystal hissed. "And I'm going with her." She unlooped her arm from her dad's and grabbed a hold of mine.
Swallowing everything in me that was telling me to sucker-punch my bestie's dad, I grabbed a hold of Krystal's hand and marched straight to the men's room.
If that fucktard is in there doing lines, I swear to God I will carve his heart out, I promised myself. I knew snorting cocaine was Brad's thing, but this was his wedding day, for Christ's sake.
"You think he's having cold feet?" Krystal asked and the bitch in me wanted to tell her she could do better, but the best friend in me told me to spare my girl's feelings.
"No, of course not. The idiot probably ate too much mashed potatoes at the rehearsal dinner last night." Plus he got drunk as a skunk and shit himself to sleep. Good thing Leo and I were there to clean his shit up, literally.
"Yeah, you're right. He does have a diarrhoea problem," Krystal let out with a perturb look on her face.
"And if that isn't reason enough for you to not marry this stiff — then—," she cut me off.
"Shut up," Krystal joked, punching my shoulder for fun. "It smells like raw fish in here," she outlined as we entered the men's room. Yeah, it smelt like raw fish that hadn't been gutted and left in the hot afternoon sun.
"Harder!" A high-pitched voice squealed. "Deeper Daddy! Yes! Yes!"
What the hell! My eyes widened.
The stall door in the farthest corner kept rattling as the couple screwing inside banged against the door.
"You fucking slut. You love this dick, don't you?" We heard a male's voice say.
Wait! Wait a damn minute!
"Is that?" Krystal couldn't even finish her question.
Upset and fuming from my ears, I knocked on the door. "Hey, asshole!" I yelled. "Get your cheating ass out here."
"Shit," Brad muttered. "Lucky, please don't tell Krystal," he begged before he opened the door.
"It's too late for that," Krystal confronted him.
Looking like a frightened deer who just realized it was gonna get run over by my monster truck, Brad emerged from the cubicle with his dishevelled hair. He was fumbling to get his zip up, but his crooked boner was in the way. What surprised me the most was the wet marks around his mouth. Someone was craving fish tacos. I caught the slutbag he was with fixing her white dress shirt back in her black skirt. I scrunched up my nose at her.
"Get outta here before I pull that plastic weave outta your skull," I warned her. She stumbled out of the cubicle.
"I'm so sorry," she stuttered, looking at Krystal with her doe eyes. Krystal said nothing, she just sniffled, trying her hardest not to break down in front of us.
"Don't speak to her. Just get the fuck outta here!" I yelled. "And you need to see your gynecologist, you fishy smelling cunt."
The petite server gave me a stunned look before she rushed out of the bathroom.
"Look. Krystal babe. This was just me having cold feet," Brad poorly explained. He tried to burrow past me to get to Krystal.
"No asshole. You don't get to touch her anymore."
"You know what, Lucky? This is your fault. You have never liked me from the get-go."
I rolled my eyes. Like I was the one who shoved his skinny prick into another woman's pussy.
"And now you see why?" I gestured to his guilty ass. "You never deserved Krystal. You're a dirty, cheating loser."
The both of us fired out insults at each other. He was quick to call me a cheap whore, bringing up that one time I slept with the entire swim team.
"Just stop it! Both of you!" Krystal fumed. She moved past me. She slipped off the engagement ring Brad gave her.
"Babe, please don't do this," the fucker begged.
"I thought you were the one, but I was wrong. You never loved me. You just loved my father's money and what opportunities marrying into my family would give you." She threw his cheap-ass ring at him. "It's over. I never want to see you again." Krystal stormed out of there faster than I knew someone could run in heels.
"She'll crawl back to me soon — she always does," Brad gritted out. He was definitely in denial.
"Oh, shut the fuck up, you slimy snail cum," I pulled back my fist and gifted him one right across his nose. The crack in his face ricocheted off the bathroom walls.
"You broke my nose, you bitch!" He cried with blood dripping down his face.
"Good. I hope you have learned your lesson now. Goodbye, Brad."
I left him there to nurse his wound. Knowing my bestie, she would need some time to cool off. She was probably locked in the dressing room crying her eyes out. I kicked my heels off and ran out to where the ceremony was waiting for us. I saw Krystal's father standing by for us at the beginning of the aisle.
"Where are they?" He asked.
I quickly told him what had happened. He was too shocked to reply. I hurried to where Brad's father, Pastor Cooper was standing. I grabbed the microphone from his hand.
"This is not how a young lady should behave."
"Sorry preacher man," I grinned. "Can I have everyone's attention please? The wedding is off," I announced, and everyone audibly gasped. "Yes. You heard me right. We just caught the groom having sex with a server in the bathroom. So yeah — it's all over. But You are welcome to go to the reception area. The food and drinks are still available." I told them before running from the podium. The best man tried to stop me, but I flashed him off. I needed to be there for my bestie.
I arrived outside the door of the dressing room. "Krystal, honey?" I gently knocked.
"Lucky, you can come in." Her voice sounded stronger than I expected.
Upon entering, I noticed she was sitting on the floor with her laptop in her hands. She had a huge smile on her face. "Krystal, are you OK?"
"I'm better than OK. I just realized that I always wanted a change of scenery. So I went on this site and I bought a cabin in England." She turned the laptop to me, showing me some cozy-looking cottage nestled in sunshine and rainbows.
"Krys, what are you talking about? You're not thinking straight." Okay, maybe this would pass. She was heartbroken and pissed. This was just her way of dealing with it. My way would be much easier though. A few bottles of scotch and a cock or two.
"Look. This is the first time in a long time I've felt free. Just let me do this." She bit down hard on her bottom lip. Her big blue eyes searched my face for approval.
Shit! How could I resist that face?
"OK. So, what's our next move?" I caved in.
"Wait! Are you coming with me?"
"Of Course. What kind of best friend am I if I let you go off to a foreign country to get raped and murdered alone?" I smirked.
"Oh Lucky," Krystal sniffled, shuffling to her feet before throwing herself into my arms.