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“Noted.”
Her face swaps from her mean face back to her usual sunny disposition.
“Good. Behave. You’re too gorgeous to get fucked up.”
I can’t stop the laugh that escapes. I wonder if LeClaire knows that his daughter is a mini-gangster.
Faster music, a Pitbull song to be exact, ends our sibling-in-law chat and I head over to where Jagger is sitting pretending that he’s not watching his wife. It’s time to get him back.
* * *
“Where’s your wife?”
Jagger’s question bothers me as I retrace my steps, checking every room I can find. I’m not concerned about her being kidnapped since I still have Elmer in my sights, but it makes no sense that she’d wander off without telling anyone goodbye. After my second round in the ballroom. I hear a strangled moan from a dark nook. I don’t have to do much investigating to know my asshole friend is getting pussy at my wedding. I’m a little jealous but happy that he’s being honest with himself. There’s no out for them, so they may as well move on to being a real married couple.
They’re not the top of my concern, though. Music still pumps from the ballroom, but I need Karessa. I didn’t think it’s possible, but not knowing where to find her is making me miss her. Dondi stops me and pauses my quest.
“Where’s my sweet pea? We want to tell her goodnight.”
I scan the room again, making sure I keep track of Elmer. He’s guilty of a lot, but not Karessa’s absence. He’s trying to hide it, but he’s also scanning for her.
“That’s a good question. I’m beginning to believe she went home, but how?”
Emmeline “Mellie” LeClaire’s fine ass appears in a golden body contouring dress that makes her look more like an MILF than the mother of the bride. There’s a reason the LeClaire sisters are so easy on the eyes. Karessa’s eyes mirror her mother’s and the original set fixes me with a worried stare.
“She’s not in the bathroom either.” She runs her nervous fingers through her hair. “You don’t think…”
“No, ma’am he’s over there,” I assure her.
“If she’d just taken the money…”
“What money?” Dondi asks.
Mellie frowns at Dondi. Her manicure glitters in the light as she wrings her hands.
“Once I realized I married an idiot, I offered my baby one-million dollars and her passport to go stay with my sister in England. But she said she can handle it. I kept the contingency plan just in case your stupid plan didn’t work.” She rolls her eyes at Dondi, then focuses on me. “Find my baby before I kill both of you.” Her angry stalk looks like a runway walk.
“You’re still in the doghouse, I see.”
Dondi smirks like his beautiful wife didn’t just threaten to kill him.
“I’ve lived with her and her three clones for over thirty years.” He still looks after her with the love he still feels for her. “Being threatened is a way of life. You’ll see.”
I study him for a second. “Meaning?”
“Meaning from the moment she said ‘I do’ her accounts and access has been restored to their original standing. I also handed her the keys to her car.” He pats my shoulder. “Good luck out there.”
Her car. She didn’t, did she?
Thinking back to the last thing I said to her, I know it’s possible. I can’t check because I don’t know what kind of car she drives. Esme is near the dancefloor laughing too hard at whatever Markos is saying. I grab her wrist and spin her to me and pretend to dance to a song I can’t hear.
“Um, sir. You’re cockblocking.”
“Where’s your sister?” She glances at the youngest who’s sitting in the corner, looking as flawless as the rest of them, but she’s wearing glasses and reading a book, telling the world she wants to be left alone. “Not Imala. My wife.”
She raises a sculpted eyebrow. “Look at you being all possessive. Your wife was last seen dancing with your cousin.”
“What kind of car does she have?”
