Tirone (The Night Skulls MC #2)(65)

Candy, huffing, yanked her underwear down and threw it at me. It almost hit my face.

“Pick it up,” I ordered.

“Or what? You’ll tell Prez you’re an insecure bitch that is scared shitless he sees another pussy in pink other than hers?”

Another giggle erupted out of me. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” I picked that slutty, stringy thing by the fingertips and went over to her. Then, with a huge grin, I put it on her head. “You’ll be sitting like this at my wedding until I walk down the aisle, and if you think about taking them off or ditching, things will keep getting worse and worse for you. I’m a high school teacher, Candy. I deal with bratty teenagers all the time. If you think you’re bitchier than they are or I’d ever run out of ways to keep you in check, think again.”

Her lips pursed and twisted over and over until she stormed out.

I waved my fingers goodbye. “Who’s the joke now?”

Some of the girls sniggered, but Lolita and a couple more looked at me warily.

“I also reward nice girls. All of you are my bridesmaids.”

The squealing returned in no time. “That’s right, ladies. Who wants to carry my train?”





CHAPTER 35


Jo



I hadn’t seen so many bikes—or bikers—at the same place at once in my life. There were hundreds. Did that mean the plan worked?

Evening my breath, I listened to my cue and started down the path they’d made in the back garden. People turned in their chairs to look at me, but I was only looking at the man down the aisle—in a tux.

A grin took over me. Never in a million years, I imagined Laius Lazzarini in a classic groom suit, but I’d never doubted if he had, he’d have rocked it like he was now.

Another thing I didn’t imagine was marrying my ex-boyfriend’s father, who ran a gang and was looking at me with an ear-to-ear grin and a gleaming gaze of everything a bride dreamt of seeing in the eyes of her groom.

I took in his smooth, sleek blond hair, the trimmed beard, the fitted tux that accentuated every muscle and the tattoos poking from his neck, hands and wrists. He even wore cologne. “You look amazing.”

“Are you fucking shitting me?” Licking his lower lip, he lusted over my body with feral hunger. “Look at you.”

“What did a motherfucking bastard like you do to get so fucking lucky?” Fort, who was in his usual attire, jeans, boots, shirt and cut, except he was holding a bible now—yes, he got ordained for the ceremony—shook his head at Laius in disbelief.

“Non lo so,” Laius said, his eyes glued on me. “I thought you wouldn’t even show up, but you did…looking like this.”

I blinked. “Why would I not show up?”

“The last time you spoke to me was a week ago,” he whispered.

“The last time you touched me you were punishing me in front of your son,” I whispered back.

“In front of your ex whom you… The punk who had a fit every time I touched you, whom you convinced me I was traumatizing,” he whispered through his teeth.

“Do you think now is the time to discuss this?”

He cleared his throat, glancing around the inquisitive faces and hitting Fort’s, who was bluntly trying to eavesdrop. “Not now, not ever.”

“Where is Tirone anyway?”

He shook his head. “He’s been gone all weekend. He left me a message saying he wouldn’t make it to the wedding.”

“I see.” It was probably for the best. I couldn’t help the sudden worry that attacked my chest, though. Part of me wished he were here. The rest of me was concerned about him. Who knew what he was doing? His anger and mental issues weren’t to be taken lightly, especially not after what happened.

Or maybe I didn’t mean that much to him in the first place, and he accepted what happened and moved on. He could be moving on with another girl, or a bunch, right now without a care or regret.

I ignored the stupid stab of jealousy—I was getting married for God’s sake—and took a glance at the guests. “It’s a big turnout.”

“Your plan worked, baby girl. Everybody is here.”

“Any sign for you know whom?”

He smirked. “I sent them an invitation, but they’re a no show. My spies confirmed they’re stuck at their own party. They won’t dare come near you.” He nodded at Fort to start.

We said our I dos in what felt like a serene dream. My heart was flying. My whole world a moment of joy and peace. It was funny how of all the places in the world, I found love in a prison and peace in the arms of a gangster.

“The groom has prepared a little poem for the bride,” Fort announced after Molar, the best man, brought the rings. I thought it was a prank.

Then Laius embraced my gaze. “Like a dark magnet, she draws monsters from their dens. They follow until she brings them to their knees. The fae, the witch, the siren, the good girl all in one.”

Speechless, my lips parted. Then a huge smile stretched my lips as my heart galloped with the echoes of his words. “Wow, Laius,” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. “That’s so beautiful. You wrote that?”

“Yeah. For you. I love you in my way, but I’ll learn to love you in yours. Anything you want or need, I’ll provide. You inspire me, baby girl.”