Page 6 of Misrule
Mortician glowered at her. “I didn’t hear that.”
“You sure the fuck did,” Roxy snapped.
“Roxanne, sweetheart, let me handle this,” Knox implored, tugging her behind him.
“Val, get the fuck out of their way,” Zoann, his wife, ordered. “Or else.”
“No, Puff,” Val braved. “All us fucked you bitches before we married. We doing right by Roxy.”
Zoann and Bailey bristled, glanced at each other, then turned their attention to Val.
“Shut the fuck up, fool,” Mortician grouched. “That’s not getting them on our side.”
“What’s going on here?” Johnnie asked, strolling into the madness.
“Besides Val about to get his face bashed in and his balls cut?” Zoann asked sweetly.
Johnnie smiled. “Yes, besides that.”
“Knox just proposed to Roxanne, Johnnie,” Mortician explained. “Now, they want to go and uh…” He rocked on his heels and scratched the side of his head. “Celebrate…”
“We want to fuck,” Roxy called.
“Love, please,” Knox inserted, throwing her a meaningful look over his shoulder. “I can handle this.” He faced the guys again. “Gentleman, I appreciate your concern for Roxanne’s virtue.”
“I don’t have no fucking virtue,” Roxy huffed.
“Roxanne!” Knox implored.
“Fine, Knox, handle it. Just know what the fuck you’re doing. These boys will have us apart before you blink your fucking eye.”
“Never, my love,” Knox reassured her. “Mortician, Val, thank you for being concerned about her, er, reputation.”
“I don’t have—” Roxy began, pausing when Knox shushed her. She’d let him get away with that shit this time, seeing as how she was overcome with engagement bliss.
“Roxanne is a grown woman. My beautiful fiancé. We’ve lived together for months now. Therefore, we will continue to reside in the same residence until our nuptials. Tell them, Johnnie.”
Johnnie glancing over his shoulder and looking at Kendall surprised Roxy. If he hoped to find answers from Kendall, he was met with disappointment. Her expression was unreadable as everyone else looked between Knox, Roxy, and Mortician in amused attention.
“I actually agree with Mortician and Val,” Johnnie said to Knox, after seeing he’d get no help from Kendall. “You need to move to the clubhouse until after the ceremony.”
“Move to the clubhouse?” Knox echoed on a gasp. “If Roxanne and I were to live apart, which we aren’t, I’d go to my parents’ mansion or rent a hotel room. Not move to that clubhouse.”
Roxy winced at the sadity sound of Knox’s statement, while Mortician, Val, Johnnie, and the girls stiffened.
“You heard me,” Knox went on, joyful at thinking he had the upper hand, not realizing he’d just turned most of the guests against him since they were connected to the club in one way or another. “Furthermore, if youforcethe issue, Roxanne and I will go to a private island and elope. Not only won’t you be invited, but the big wedding thatBaileywants will be ou—” His voice trailed off as his words caught up to his brain when Bailey’s face crumpled and Mortician growled.
“Hold the fuck on.” Roxy stomped in front of Knox and whirled to face him. “Us living separately until our big day is one thing I’d stand with you on. But not inviting my family?Threateningmy Bailey?”
“Is the quickest way to get you fucked up.” The violence brimming in Mortician’s voice matched the hostility on his face.
“Bailey, I’m sorry,” Knox started. “I didn’t mean that…” He looked at Roxy. “Sweetheart…”
Though Knox had pissed her off, he’d also dug a very deep hole for himself. A lot of the bikers already saw him as uppity and having a chip on his shoulder. Now, their impression would be underscored. Basically, forcing Roxy’s hand.
She wasn’t sure if she or her pussy was more disappointed.
She glared at Knox. “I think you living at the clubhouse will be time well-spent,” she told him. “We’ll be living under separate roofs but we’ll still be near each other.”
