Misfit (Death Dwellers MC #6) (85 page)

Seeing her big sister so free and full of fun made Fee determined to follow suit. She
wanted
American Woman,
anxious to try the pole out. She did a credible job, but nothing compared to Zoann.

Meggie shocked them once more, fearless in her moves to the song
Pornstar Dancing
.

“Fuck Bunny being a stripper,” Kendall breathed. “You’re one.”

“Not,” Zoann said, draining her third glass of jungle juice. “She’s married to Christopher.”

“What she said,” Meggie answered with a giggle.

“My turn.” Kendall went up to Meggie and whispered in her ear.

A blank look crossed Meggie’s face before she released peals of laughter. Kendall grinned, too.

When she grabbed the pole and the music blasted through, Fee understood.

Kendall’s song? Buckcherry’s
Crazy Bitch.

Zoann whistled and screamed for Kendall, while Meggie tossed dollars her way, clapping for her.

When the song ended, Kendall swung down and curtsied. “Okay, who’s the winner?” she asked, looking expectantly at Meggie.

Rocking on heels, Meggie looped her thumbs in the pockets of her shorts. “Welllll, you get a dildo and you get a dildo and you get a dildo,” she parodied, pointing to each of them, screaming right along with them.

The rest of the evening flew by in a whirlwind of food, drinks, photos, dancing, and laughter.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” The next afternoon, Kendall glared in Bunny’s direction as a line of three seated motorcycles waited in the club parking lot, a club brother in the driver’s seat of each one. “You have bikes as fucking limousines?”

“It’s rather quaint,” Virginia, Bunny’s mother, said with a sniff.

Meggie grinned at the decked out white bikes, one for each of the seven of them, with Bunny’s being the most elaborate.

“What should I expect when she has
leather
for her wedding dress and bridesmaids’ gowns?” Kendall continued.

Hands on hips, Virginia glared at her. To be in her fifties, she looked pretty damned sexy in her orange leather dress. “Well, dear, if you ever have a formal wedding, you can choose a mule and buggy if you’d like.”

Kendall’s bottom lip poked out. “I do want a formal wedding,” she said, staring at Meggie. “Turquoise and white with an orchestra and a lot of flowers and a veil with a tiara. All of it. It would be so tedious to plan. I wish someone would plan it for me. I promise I wouldn’t get angry.”

Meggie seemed to listen to Kendall, but then she turned away without commenting, as if she hadn’t heard a word. Fee felt a little sorry for Kendall, watching as her shoulders drooped and her head bowed.

“Hey, Kendall,” Bunny said gently, gorgeous in a white leather, strapless gown with a fitted bustier and a flared bottom. “That sounds awesome. When I get back from my honeymoon, maybe, you and me can sit down and plan it together.”

Kendall glanced between them. Although she’d been in hiding when Bunny made her final choices, she got Kendall fitted with a dress, black like Meggie’s and Bailey’s, while Fee and Zoann had orange dresses. As matron-of-honor, Meggie’s bustier had metal ties that resembled a chain. They all had stiletto motorcycle boots to match the colors of the respective gowns, complete with rhinestone chains at the base of the boot.

“We’re going to be late, ladies,” Bailey said, looking so very sad, with still no word from her mother.

Identifying with having a mother one day and have her taken away the next, Fee’s heart went out to Bailey.

“Mama, you’re on the first bike,” Bunny started. “Then, Meggie. Zoann, yours is the third bike, followed by Fee and Bailey. Kendall, you’re in the bike right before mine.”

The women all went to their respective rides. Soon, the motorcade started off.

Bunny and Digger wouldn’t marry in church and instead chose a hall for their ceremony.

“I’ll let them know you’re here,” Zoann told them as they walked inside.

“I need to check on Harley and Lou,” Bailey said, following behind Zoann.

Kendall’s nanny, Ella, had brought in a couple of people to help with the children. Fee hoped things were going smoothly, but didn’t want to ruin the celebration by speaking of her misgivings.

While Zoann and Bunny went in the opposite direction, Bunny guided the rest of them into the hall where the reception would take place.

Bursts of black, white, and orange flowers were everywhere. On the tables, the color theme continued in the tablecloths and napkins. Each table bouquet was arranged in silver vases imprinted with the Death Dweller’s emblem, their “flowers” created entirely of motorcycle parts. Near the back was Bunny’s three-tiered bridal cake, black with white skulls, topped with a bride and groom on a motorcycle. Digger’s groom’s cake was shaped like a motorcycle tire. Toward the front of the room was a long dais. In the center was the dance floor emblazoned with the club emblem, along with Bunny’s and Digger’s intertwined names. Their wedding favors were also biker themed—motorcycles where the saddlebag served as a pencil holder.

“My God!” Kendall touched on every point in the place. “This must’ve cost a fortune.”

“Mark paid for my daughter’s wedding,” Virginia announced proudly, “and spared no expense. Something about a bit of money he came into from his father’s estate.”

“A
bit
of money,” Kendall said on a gasp. “Are you crazy? Do you know how much his father was worth?”

“Shut up,” Zoann warned, walking back in time to hear Kendall’s comment. “This isn’t the time to discuss club business.”

“How much?” Virginia asked, her eyes lit with sudden interest. She turned to Bunny. “Did he tell you?”

“No. It doesn’t matter to me.”

Falling silent, Kendall looked everywhere, seeming to grow sadder by the moment. She was back on her medicine, as of two days ago. Why she’d waited so long to start again remained a mystery, but she’d feel better soon enough. Right now, Fee wished she could do something to ease Kendall, who kept sending Meggie silent, pleading looks.

“Your decorations are beautiful, Bunny,” Kendall said, her mood swinging again. “As are you.”

Bunny smiled. “Thank you. Wait until you see my garter.”

“The guys are in place,” Bailey called from the doorway. “They’re ready.”

“I am, too!” Bunny responded, all smiles now that her dream was about to come true.

“Can the three of you refrain from drinking until after the ceremony?”

Father Wilcunt’s voice interrupted Johnnie drinking from the bottle of whiskey he’d pulled out of his cut. Christopher couldn’t get too fucking mad at the little motherfucker who actually wore his cut, a long-sleeved black shirt with his white collar, and black trousers. Unlike Christopher’s wedding, where he’d had to wear a fucking monkey suit in a
church
, and Wilcunt wore his black robe thing, they wore their leathers for Digger’s ceremony.

Of fucking course, he wouldn’t change his service for fucking nothing. Well, maybe, the part where he’d fucked up his old man. He didn’t regret shooting Cee Cee’s ass off, but death had marred Megan’s day.

The motherfucker needed more than one bullet to the head and his body being disposed of in their special way. He deserved torture, mutilation while still breathing, a pipe up the…

“Prez!” Digger called, interrupting his thoughts. “The girls coming in. Stop daydreaming, please.”

Although there were a lot of guests, minus Cash who was in Denver, and Stretch who was in New York consulting with a surgeon, only their women would march down the aisle. Virginia was first, escorted by Gabe, her son. She didn’t wear a floor length outfit like the girls. Fuck, Christopher was surprised she’d agreed to the leather, but he supposed most mas did anything for their children.

“You got the vows?” Digger asked Father Wilkins as the doors opened and
Bang, Bang
blasted over the speakers.

“What the fuck?” Mort sounded appalled as Kendall strutted into view.

Val frowned. “This the processional song, Digger?”

Digger nodded and snatched the bottle from Johnnie. “Yeah. Why?”

Johnnie smiled as Kendall reached the midway point of a long motherfucking aisle. “Bunny wanted this?”

“It’s my goddamn wedding, too,” Digger pointed out.

“Go sit the fuck down somewhere, with your bitch-ass,” Mort growled. “Ruining the woman wedding. I’m not doing this shit again for you.”

“
She
agreed, Mort,” Digger said. “So shut the fuck up.”

“Fuck, Puff so fucking pretty in her orange leather,” Val said, almost in awe, as Johnnie rushed to meet Kendall, then marched her to where they all stood before resuming his place.

Christopher would’ve thought they’d need to run down the aisle by the end, just to keep up with the song, but they had it timed, so when Megan appeared, looking so fucking sexy Christopher decided he’d scope out a place to fuck her, the song concluded just as he reached her.

Once they got into place, Father Wilkins opened his book, nodding to the usher.

“Wait, I have to meet Bunny in the middle,” Digger announced, ignoring Mort’s glare.

“Motherfucker, if you doing what the fuck I think you about to do…”

“Again, my wedding, not yours, Mort.” Grinning, Digger took his place in the middle of the room, then whistled.

The doors opened as a song Christopher had never heard came over the speakers.

“Prez, that song called
Now That We Found Love
,” Mort said on a sigh. “Bunny going to regret this shit.”

“She got all this from a website,” Val informed them. “Puff told me she looked on a site for wedding songs, so it’s not all Digger.”

“Oh, for God’s sake,” Father Wilkins said, snapping his book shut and tossing it to the floor.

Christopher missed Riley handing Bunny over to Digger, and went straight to the two of them dancing the rest of the way down the aisle, his dreads swinging along with her hair. When they reached them, Mort smacked Digger’s head.

“You forgot to let him ask who gave her away, fool.”

“Fuck, I’m sorry.” Digger looked at Bunny, who didn’t seem too fucking heartbroken. “Let’s do it over from where I took you from him.”

“Absolutely not,” Father Wilkins said. “I refuse to allow you to desecrate the sanctity of marriage with your nonsense.”

Bunny frowned at Father Wilkins, the happiness on her face dissolving.

“If you make her cry, I’ma have to shoot the fuck outta you,” Christopher growled. “She a pregnant bitch and pregnant bitches cry for every-fuckin-thing.”

Digger hugged her. “He didn’t mean nothing, Bunny.”

“I thought this would be fun,” she said. “Not nonsense.”

“It ain’t, babe,” Christopher said in a hurry, before the other girls saw Bunny’s distress and came running to her. Then, that would delay the ceremony and him getting to Megan. “Your shit perfect.” He glared at Wilcunt. “Just when I think you kinda cool, you fuck up. If you don’t want to
be
fucked up, tell Bunny her weddin’ fine.”

“Ten grand,” Johnnie coughed out.

“Your wedding is perfect for this crew, Bunny,” Wilcunt said, ignoring Christopher’s glare.”

Digger kissed her. “See? I told you.”

“Okay.”

“Bunny, you could be hula-hooping to kettle drums,” Mort told her. “Digger right. It’s your day. Don’t matter what us motherfuckers think.”

Mort’s words appeased her and she nodded, happy again.

“Thanks, brother,” Digger said, his arms going around Bunny’s waist.

As Wilkins started reading, Digger stole a pinch from Bunny’s ass, then straightened, ignoring their snickers to marry the girl of his dreams.