Tirone (The Night Skulls MC #2)(64)

A blonde in a floral cocktail dress, a tad taller than I and about half my weight, walked in slowly with the help of Lolita. She smiled at me the second she saw me. “You must be Jo.”

She had her brother’s smile and eyes. I immediately loved her. “You must be Sammy. I’ve been dying to meet you. You’re gorgeous, by the way.”

We hugged, and then she flipped her long hair theatrically. “Yeah, my brother is the ugliest in the family.”

“I can see that,” I giggled.

“Seriously, though, I don’t know what a girl like you can see in a disgusting guy, about two years older than baseball, like Laio.”

“Laio?”

“Mama used to call him that. She was so Italian. I picked it up from her. It was easier to say when I was a kid, and it stuck.”

Cute and definitely worth the tease. “Well, Laio isn’t old, like at all.”

“Ohhhhh….and ewwww.”

We laughed until we were both coughing. Her cough lasted much longer, though. I helped her to some water and asked if there were any medications she should have. She pointed to her purse.

I found the pills and gave her one. “Sammy, you made my day by coming, Laius’s, too, but your health is more important than anything.”

“The only reason I’d miss my brother’s wedding is if I were dead. I ain’t dead yet.”

Smiling, I hugged her shoulders gently. “He’s lucky to have a sister like you.”

“We’re sisters, too, now, y’all. Finally, someone I can call family with a pussy that doesn’t smell like beer and hot rubber.”

I burst into laughter. “What?”

“Don’t mind me, y’all.” She got up. “Bless your heart, Jo, go finish getting dolled up. I’m fixin’ to give your groom a good ol’ spanking for no reason at all.”

I didn’t think I laughed like this in my whole life. “Go easy on him. I plan to give him some of my own tonight.”

“Oooo-kaaaay.” She fist-pumped me. “Yeah, whip his ass all you want, baby. I like you already.” With that she left the room.

The girls seemed to be having a blast doing my hair and makeup. I must admit I was grateful for all their help. My beauty skills were dismal. I rarely wore makeup because of my sensitive eyes and having to wear a wig—conservative and inconspicuous, in other words boring and never sexy—for as long as I could remember didn’t help enhance any girl talents of mine.

They didn’t overdo the makeup like I expected they would have, especially around the eyes. I still had my contacts to wear. Sunglasses on a wedding wasn’t a great look when you were trying to appear normal with nothing to hide. They did a brilliant job with the wig and gave it a bridal hairdo with a few waves and a braid to go around it and hold the veil.

“You look so pretty,” Lolita swooned.

“Thank you.” I smiled, blinking, nerves getting the best of me. “It’s nice of you to say that.” She was gorgeous, and I was…me.

“You look like a fucking princess celebrity.” And that was Candy.

“Thank you…I guess.”

She put a hand on her hip and popped her bubblegum. “I used to think you don’t deserve him, but look at you. Prez, in all his glory, ain’t gonna fit next to the classy teach in the ten-thousand-dollar dress when he’s wearing a dress shirt with his cut on top.”

Lolita nudged Candy with her elbow.

“What? They’re gonna look like a joke,” Candy said.

Okay. Perhaps my optimism was ill-placed, and I underestimated the situation. I grinned at her and gestured at her to come forward. With her bitch face on, she stepped toward me. “You know what, Candy? In a tux, in his cut or in nothing at all, Prez and I fit perfectly. Every fucking inch.”

Murder flashed in her blue eyes as the girls snickered. “What the fuck you’re laughing at? Ain’t even funny.”

“Same as you calling Prez a joke, even if it comes from a caring place,” I mocked. “I hear something like that ever again, things won’t end up well.”

“Yeah, what the fuck you’re gonna do, y’all?”

“Me? Nothing. Hook might have something in mind, though, or perhaps even Prez himself.” I kept the eye contact until I made sure she understood me well. Then I flashed my teeth at her. “Your dress looks amazing, by the way. I can see your underwear. Hot. But, unfortunately, it’s pink.”

“So?” she drawled.

“No pink underwear is allowed around here anymore.”

“Says who?”

“Your new queen, bitch. Take it off.”

Her glare darted around the other girls, looking for support.

“Anyone else is wearing pink underwear today?” I asked.

The girls shook her heads.

“Good. It’s Prez’s favorite underwear color, and from now on it’s exclusive to me.” I stretched a couple of fingers at Candy, prompting her to proceed with taking off her panties.

“You’re a bitch.”

I giggled. Then I held her gaze. “If I break your fucking nose again, it won’t be fixed this time.”

She was about to lunge at me, but the girls held her back. I didn’t even flinch. “Before you escort the bitch who is on cleaning duty until further notice out, help her take her panties off, please, or I’ll do it myself.”