Misfit(269)

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?”