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You’d assume my mom would catch the drift and back off, but no. “It’s practically sheer!”
Oh, please.“It’s an allusion, mom. I’m completely covered by two layers of lace. Who cares if it gives an outline of my silhouette?”And it will drive Maceo wild!
“Yournakedsilhouette,” mom barks.
Count down from ten, Jo. Ten, nine, eight—oh, to hell with it!
“Who the fuck cares, mom? I love it and Maceo is going toloooveit more. This is my wedding, my wedding dress, my choice. You don’t have to like it, but please, keep your negative thoughts to yourself.”
My mom huffs—a peevish trait I’ve inherited from her. “Well, I’m sure your father won’t be pleased having his daughter ogled at by an entire biker gang.”
I scowl. “Club, mom. It’s a club, not a gang. They’re not involved in anything nefarious.” She really can’t help herself, can she?
Ebony, the raven-haired Latina beauty, pops the bubble of her gum. “I don’t see what’s the big deal. I mean, it could be more revealing—a thigh-high slit, a plunging neckline to her navel, exposed back to her ass crack—she’s got none of that. Hell, if it was me, I’d be walking down the aisle in fishnet stockings, knee-high boots, and white lingerie.”
My mom blanches and does the sign of the cross.
Opal admires me with a content sigh and a lazy smile. “It’s perfect. You look like a fairytale princess.”
“I agree, Jared says. “It’s classic. You’ll be a timeless bride.”
My mom glares at Jared. “Why are you here?”
“Because I’m the man of honor. I go where Jo goes,” Jared says cheekily.
“You mean the best man,” my mother corrects. She pauses. “Isn’t Maceo’s VP his best man?”
Jared smiles maniacally. “No, you’re right, Stella. Gauge is the best man. I’m Jo’sman of honor. And I’m standing up with the guy I’m dating, Ziggy.”
My mom’s eye twitches. I have to choke back the laugh bubbling in my chest. Jared is all about shock factor when it comes to getting his point across, and right now, my mom is one step away from tweaking out.
“Well, I think you look sexy as fuck,” Punk says, leaning against the doorframe. “Your ass looks killer in that gown and highlights it perfectly. And I would know since I’ve seen your naked butt dozens of times.”
And with that comment, Punk finishes my mom off. She gasps and sinks into the nearest chair, clutching her chest. Hopefully, it’s enough to keep her from saying anything else that’s negative.
A dark shadow casts over the room as Tony steps into the space after finishing his walk around the perimeter. He looks completely at ease, which helps putting me at ease. But it’s hard to keep the memories of my kidnapping from sneaking in.
A shiver runs along my spine, and Tony notices. I know he’d do anything to have a do-over from that day. He gives me a wink and nods at my outfit. “Looking good, Little Jo.”
I smile back. “Thanks, Tony. Punk says it ‘highlights’ my butt.”
Tony gives a thunderous laugh. “You’re rocking it, for sure. Maceo’s a lucky dog.”
My mother moans. “Can we please stop referring to my daughter’s bottom like it’s a focal point?”
“But it is,” all three of the guys say in unison. My mother grits her teeth.
“Guys, stop torturing my mom,” I concede. They snicker, but don’t fight me. “Ebony and Opal, why don’t you go try on the dresses you’re interested in.”
The girls run into the dressing rooms squealing, and I make my way to mine only to be stopped by my mom.
“Why do you have a man of honor and not a maid of honor?” she asks condescendingly.
I groan and look at the guys. “I take it back. Continue harassing her.” But it’s too late. Mom is on a mission and won’t be stopped.
“Your sister is going to be hurt if you don’t ask her to be in your wedding,” my mom nags.
My eyes roll up to the ceiling. “Right, like I was hurt when you all shamed me. And even then, Maceo was the one who had to kick your asses into gear to apologize.”
