Stealing his car and bailing on the wedding sounds like the best option. Until I run out of gas. In the middle of nowhere. In front of a biker bar.
And the burly mechanic who helps me? He's a rebound. One hundred percent. I don't care, until he claims he's the Greek god Hephaestus, and I'm a descendant of Pandora, and that my great-times-a-thousand grandmother's chaos follows me everywhere.
Hilarious, right? Except, it explains so much.
Hephaestus
I can fix anything. As the Gods of Thunder MC's mechanic, my job is to keep everything running smoothly.
So, I do what any hot-blooded Greek god would do. Let her hop on the back of my bike and take her on a road trip. Except, I've just learned something interesting. Jes is descended from Pandora, and Epimetheus needs her blood to free Pandora's soul. But Zeus won't let that happen.
I have to keep her safe. I can fix anything, but even I can't bring someone back from the dead.