Page 29 of Misrule
Outlaw twisted his fingers through Meggie’s hair. “What’s that?” he asked, not looking in Roxy’s direction.
They couldn’t completely stop club business. “The two weeks before the wedding, there’s no…no…” How could she put it?
“Fuckin’ ups?” Outlaw supplied.
“You mean fuck-ups,” Johnnie corrected.
“Nope. I meanfuckin’ ups. She ain’t wantin’ bloodshed durin’ that time, assfuck.”
“Is that what you mean?” Johnnie demanded.
Roxy nodded.
“You got it, babe,” Outlaw said. “What the fuck ever need seein’ to, Ima make sure to have wrapped the fuck up by then.”
“Thank you,” Roxy said with a relieved smile.
“Oh, and don’t fuckin’ worry about a budget. Me and Johnnie meant what we said. Whatever the fuck you and Bailey want, we gonna get.”
“No way!” Knox protested. “Roxy’s my woman. I’ll pay for her. Let Mortician pay for Bailey’s portion if he can afford it.”
“How you going to speak out of my fucking pocket, son?” Mortician snapped.
Digger hooted with laughter. “Knox, don’t you know this motherfucker so tight, he got spiderwebs wrapped around his money?”
“I’m not tight with Bailey!” Mortician countered.
“No, Lucas is very generous with me,” Bailey agreed.
“Yeah, fool. My woman got her own bank account and everything.”
“I did the same thing for Bunny,” Digger told him. “And I didn’t almost lose her cuz I didn’t want to cough up bet money.”
“Shut up, Digger,” Bailey ordered, sitting up and grabbing Mortician’s shoulder. “Don’t annoy my husband for your amusement.”
Mortician threw Digger the evil eye. “He an asshole like that, pretty girl.”
“All this shit started because Outlaw and Johnnie offered to pay,” Roxy began. “There’s no need. I can pay for the ceremony my own damn self.”
Knox lifted his brow. “Is that so?”
Fuck. Her momma told her men liked being the protector and the provider. Shit, Roxy knew that, but Knox had been spoiling for an argument with the guys all evening. He had a burr in his dick, that he refused to ignore.
“Our wedding will be a society wedding,” Knox said. “Mother will invite all her friends and their families. My father will invite his business associates and their families. It’s going to take deep pockets to host the grand wedding I want us to have, Roxanne.”
She didn’t like the censure in Knox’s voice. More to the point, she didn’t like how his cool words made her feel so inadequate.
Roxy shifted in her seat, swallowed, exchanged a glance with Bailey. “I don’t want a grand wedding, Knox. Big, yes, but with my own special touch. A day we all can enjoy.”
“Since you insist on having a planning committee with family, I want my mother included,” Knox supplied.
Roxy and Knox’s mother had come a long way, since that first disastrous meeting, so she didn’t see a problem with that. “Of course. I’d love to have her help.”
“Her help means expenses you can’t even dream of. Deep pockets. Harrington money.”
The room at large looked in her direction, as if they were at a tennis match, and waited for her serve.
“I can pay for my own fucking wedding,” Roxy insisted.
