Renegade Wedding (Renegade Sons MC Book 3) by Emily Minton, Dawn Martens Read Free Book Online Page A

not pregnant within the year, he will run some tests.  Right now, though, he thinks I just need to quit stressing about it. 
    Shaking off my thoughts, I start to back out of the driveway.  “Is Tabby watching her for you?”
    “Yeah, she’s really good with Vi, and Noah loves to help.  Anna does too, but she’s still too little to do much more than jabber at her.”
    Tabby is Preach’s little sister.  She has two kids; Noah and Anna.  They’ve all been living in hell for a long damn time, but Timber is helping them find their way out.  “That’s good.”
    “Yeah, but I just don’t like being away from Violet much. This is really the first time I’ve been gone from her for more than an hour or two.”
    Skittles butts in, looking back to Daisy.  “You know I love little Vi with all my heart, but we’re supposed to be talking about damn dresses, not pumping your tits or your fucked up separation issues.”
    Daisy laughs.  “Fine, let’s get to the store then.”
    It takes us nearly an hour to get to the bridal shop.  I cringe when I look at the white satin dresses, mocking me through the display window. “This place probably doesn’t have shit that I’d even consider wearing.”
    “Quit bitching,” Daisy says as we get out.
    She then grabs my hand and starts pulling me forward.  “I’m sure you’ll find something you like.”
    It turns out that Daisy is right, but it takes me nearly two hours and at least a hundred dresses to find the right one. “I’ve got it!”
    I hold up a red satin dress with black roses embroidered down the sides. It looks like something one of the old pin up girls would have worn.  It’s short, so short I doubt it will even reach my knees.  Judging by the deep V in the front, it’s gonna give Kidd a great view of my tits too. “This is fuckin’ perfect.”
    “Umm, that’s not a wedding gown.  It’s a cocktail dress,” The sales girl explains, using a tone of voice that should never be used on anyone older than ten.
    I swear the bitch has been sticking up her nose at us since we got here.  As soon as she saw the brand on my arm, she started bringing me dresses that would cover it up.  I let her know really quickly that I wanted it displayed at the wedding.  I don’t think she liked that idea much, though. Each time I tried something on, she would just stand there and stare at Kidd’s mark with her face all scrunched up.  I swear she looked like I had just stepped in dog shit or something.
    I’ve been trying to let it roll off my back, but this attitude she’s openly throwing at me right now is too fuckin’ much.  Taking a step toward her, I tilt my head to the side. “I said it was perfect, didn’t I?”
    She nods.  “Yes.”
    “You’ve showed me one piece of shit after another since I walked in here, but I haven’t like even one of them.  Have I?”
    She shakes her.  “No, you haven’t.”
    Getting in her face, I raise voice.  “Why in the hell would I get some white gown that looks like it belongs on some fake ass princess, when I can buy something that makes me looks like a sex kitten?”
    I turn to look at Daisy and Skittles. “Do I look like a princess to you?”
    “A biker babe princess,” Daisy replies with a smile, repeating the words she used to describe herself not long ago.  She then motions toward the dress I’m holding.  “And that dress right there looks like it was made for a biker babe.”
    I turn to the sales girl and give her a hard look.  Raising the dress, I give it a slight shake. “This is the fuckin’ dress I want. Do you gotta problem with my choice?”
    I watch her throat move as she swallows, looking nervous as hell. “No, ma’am. It’s your big day, so of course you can wear whatever you want.”
    I shove the dress at her.  “Well then, what the hell are you waiting for?  Get me a size ten to try on.”
    She scampers out of the room, and I turn to my girls. “Stuck up bitch.”
    I can see Daisy