Page 27 of Misrule
“I gotta put a fuckin’ monkey suit on to give your fuckin’ ass the fuck away, Roxanne?”
She sagged in relief and expelled a breath. This was only a discussion and she was nervous. How would she be on her wedding day?
Meggie elbowed Outlaw. “You have to wear whatever the bridal party wears, Christopher.”
“I ain’t accepted yet, Megan. Not ‘til my question answered.”
“It’s going to be a formal wedding,” Bailey acknowledged, “so, yes, a tuxedo will be required.”
Outlaw glowered between Roxy and Bailey.
“Sugar, it’s fine,” Roxy said with a laugh, hoping she hid her disappointment. “I don’t need a motherfucker walking me down the aisle. Johnnie, since Bailey asked on my behalf, I’ll ask on hers. Will you walk her down the aisle?”
“Roxanne, babe, how fuckin’ important it be that I walk your fuckin’ ass down the aisle?” Outlaw asked before Johnnie responded.
“She said not to worry about it,” Knox said coolly. “You’ve made your feelings known, so we’re moving on.”
“I ain’t talkin’ to you, motherfucker,” Outlaw snapped, “so shut the fuck up ‘til I do.” He looked at Roxy again. “You really wanna be walked down the aisle, yeah?”
She gave Outlaw a smile that she hoped covered up all the emotions running through her but decided to answer honestly. “I do, sugar.”
He huffed out a breath. “Fuck, fine,” he grouched. “If the shit that important to your fuckin’ ass, I’ll walk you down the fuckin’ aisle.”
“Thank you, sugar.” Roxy decided not to say anything else. Knox didn’t look pleased. Before this sudden turn spiraled into an argument, she let it go.
Bailey grabbed Roxy’s hand and squeezed. Smiling, Roxy nodded to her daughter, telling her without words, that she was fine.
Satisfied, Bailey looked at Johnnie. “Will you give me away?”
“What about me?” Digger called. “I’m not bride-giveaway material. Or Val?”
“Don’t put me in that shit, Digger,” Val warned. “I’m not interested in playing that role.”
“Well, I am,” Digger responded.
“You my best man, fool,” Mortician told him.
Digger grinned. “I can handle that.”
“May I answer Bailey now?” Johnnie asked, glancing around the room. His plastic surgery had left very little evidence that Outlaw had shot him in the cheek. “I would love to give you away, sweetheart.”
“Thank you, Johnnie,” Bailey said. “I really appreciate it.”
“Since we like fathers of the fuckin’ brides, that mean we gotta pay, right?” Outlaw asked.
Johnnie shrugged. “I guess so. This will give us a lot of practice for when Matilda and Rebel are married.”
“Rebel ain’t gettin’ married. At least ‘til she about forty,” Outlaw announced.
Meggie rolled her eyes. Obviously, they’d had the discussion before. They talked about everything…unlike Johnnie and Kendall.
That reminded Roxy.
“I’m putting this shit on blast right now,” she said. “Kendall will be part of the ceremony.”
No one said anything, but Outlaw’s face darkened.
Looking for support, Roxy glanced at Meggie. The girl was sharp because she gave Roxy the slightest nod.
