Page 5 of Misrule
He smiled at her.
“We have a wedding to plan,” Bailey said as the other girls rushed up to view the engagement ring.
“Chile, please,” Roxy said. “I’ve been married three times already. There’s no way in hell I’m having a big wedding. All it would be is a big goddamn party. Who the fuck would bring us wedding gifts?”
“You’vegotto have a big wedding,” Bailey insisted, her face falling. “I could help you plan it.”
Mortician winced.
He and Bailey had gotten married in Las Vegas. Although Bailey had never once complained, as a child, Roxy knew her baby had had dreams of a huge wedding.
“This important to Bailey, Roxanne,” Mortician said.
“Ummhmmm.” Roxy gave him an under-eyed look. “I know what the fuck else is important, too, but I don’t see you bending over backwards to give my baby the big wedding she’s always wanted.”
Mortician scowled. “Your ass just had to go there, huh?”
“Sure the fuck did. Keep your nose out my goddamn house and take care of your own.”
“Mama! Lucas!” Bailey cried, then grabbed Mortician’s hand and kissed the back of it. “I wouldn’t change our wedding for anything. I’m perfectly happy with our Las Vegas marriage.”
“Roxanne telling the truth, Bailey?” Mortician asked sullenly, giving Roxy the side eye. “You always wanted a big wedding?”
“What the fuck you mean am I telling the truth, boy?” Roxy snapped. “Why the fuck would I lie about that?”
“Okay, people, this is getting out of hand,” Bailey said through tight lips. “As a little girl, I dreamed of a huge wedding, Lucas. But I was a child, so—”
“So you got every fucking right to want to see that dream come true,” Mortician cut in.
“Even if we do eventually have a “big”—” Bailey used air quotations— “wedding, we won’t do it now. This is Momma’s time to shine and she should do so with a fairytale wedding, the kindshe’salways dreamed of.”
“The kind I’ve already had,” Roxy reminded Bailey. She could’ve kept her fucking mouth shut with the way every motherfucker ignored her.
A thoughtful looked crossed Mortician’s features before he smirked at Roxy. “Tell you what, pretty girl, how about we have a double wedding? Then, all your dreams would come true. You’d have your fairytale marriage and your momma would get hers just likeyouwant her to have.”
Bailey’s eyes lit up, while Roxy threw Mortician a look that called him several types of motherfuckers.
“Are you willing to do that, Momma?” Bailey asked, awed.
“For you, baby, sure,” Roxy responded, thinking of ways to seek vengeance on Mortician’s head.
A huge grin curved Bailey’s mouth and she gave Mortician a look of adoration.
Seeing her daughter’s happiness, Roxy supposed she’d let the motherfucker off for his scheming that suddenly had her locked into a big wedding.
Behind them Kendall stood, looking so lovely in her couture gown, on the fringes of the women she both loved and hated. Though she’d come with her husband, Johnnie, Kendall also looked completely and utterly alone, unsure of where she fit in. Johnnie wasn’t around. He’d brought Kendall and abandoned her.
For the time being, Roxy would let her be. Either all her sins would sink into the girl’s head and she’d learn from them. Or she wouldn’t.
“Roxanne,” Knox called, pulling her into his arms and wrapping her in his embrace. “What do you say we get out of here and celebrate our engagement?”
Grinning at his sexy smile, Roxy met his gaze and placed her arms around his neck. She kissed his lips. “I think that’s a wonderful idea, sugar,” she murmured, ignoring the catcalls, hoots, whistles, and hollers.
Knox dropped the mic and grabbed her hand. Roxy’s pussy throbbed, imagining all the things Knox would do with his hands, lips, tongue, and cock.
Val stepped in front of them and folded his arms as Mortician placed his hands on Knox’s shoulders. “Nah, son,” her son-in-law said with a shake of his head. “No hanky-panky ‘til you make a honest woman out of my momma-in-law.”
“What?” Roxy screeched, dropping Knox’s hand and rushing around him to glare at Mortician. “Get the fuck out the way, motherfucker,” she snarled. “You are fucking with my fucking.”
