Death Dwellers Motorcycle Club:: Fifteen Bad Boy Biker Books

by Kathryn C. Kelly

  “Let’s take a vote,” Kendall said, smirking at Meggie’s profile. “All those in favor say aye.”

  Kendall and Bunny were the only ones who spoke. Before Kendall said anything—which wouldn’t be good judging by her dark frown—Meggie sighed.

  “It’s your party, Bunny,” she said glumly. “If you want to see a stripper, we’ll see a stripper.”

  “Let’s stay an hour,” she suggested, “because you’re right. Outlaw will have Cash blow up this place.”

  “After Johnnie rips their cocks off,” Zoann said. “And Val plucks their eyeballs out.”

  “Yeah. Lucas will get his special tools,” Bailey added.

  “Hmm,” Bunny said, a thoughtful look on her face. She pressed her hand against her belly. “Mark will probably dig the graves.”

  “All of you are wimpy spoilsports.” Kendall finished her drink and held up her glass so Zoann could pour more into it. “Let’s just go to whatever boring little place you wanted to take us.”

  Ignoring Kendall, Meggie met Bunny’s gaze in the rearview mirror. “What do you want to do?”

  “You’re my matron-of-honor, so whatever you have planned is fine with me.”

  Meggie drove them to a pretty two-story house surrounded by flowers and an emerald green lawn. A fountain stood in the circular driveway.

  “The house belongs to a client of Zoann and me,” Meggie explained, pulling out a key and opening the door. “He’s rented the house to us for the evening. His neighbors are really rigid, so we can’t make a lot of noise. Otherwise, they’ll call the cops on us.”

  How could the six of them make enough commotion for that outcome?

  Meggie led them through the house to a big room, decorated with the colors of Bunny’s wedding. A sign with Congratulations, Bunny hung from the center of the room. A table laden with food, a chocolate fountain surrounded with strawberries, and a punch bowl with what Fee recognized as more jungle juice, made her mouth water. Personalized plates, cups, and napkins with the words Bunny’s Bachelorette Party and the date were stacked amidst the food and drink.

  “Oh my God, you didn’t!” Zoann cried, screaming with laughter. “Megan Caldwell!”

  As they all turned to the table Zoann stood in front of, Meggie winked at Fee.

  “A chocolate dick cake,” Bailey giggled.

  Next to it were treat bags, overflowing, and personalized. Fee grabbed one and went to the only table there with chairs around it. Seating herself, she poured the contents of the bag out, finding edible underwear, glowing condoms, penis lollipops, a blindfold, a bracelet resembling a chain, a small tube of warming lubricant, and a deck of cards with naked people in sexual positions. To Fee’s amazement, everything had been personalized.

  Kendall sat, pouring the contents of her bag out, too, and frowning. She picked up each item then dropped it back into the bag as the others joined them. “C’mon, Meggie. Let’s start with the boring games.”

  Each of them had drinks. Fee was certain Meggie’s was the nonalcoholic version. As Kendall sounded so put-out and bored, Meggie sipped serenely.

  “Yeah, we’ll play some puzzles, for little prizes I got.”

  The look on Zoann’s face matched the disappointment Fee felt.

  “Anytime you all are nice enough to accept me back into the fold, we can accept Meggie’s bachelorette shower,” Kendall announced.

  Fee sighed and Meggie rolled her eyes.

  “Let’s not start the night on the wrong foot,” Bailey said, ever the voice of reason. “I’m happy we’re all together as friends and family.”

  Although Fee didn’t intend to share any great secrets with Kendall, she had thawed toward her, as had the rest of the girls. First and foremost, they had Johnnie to think about. Second, Kendall was returning to a semblance of normalcy. She’d sworn this time she’d stay on her medicine, even if she got pregnant again.

  Meggie looked at her watch. “It’s time for the games, okay?”

  “Sure, baby,” Zoann said with forced enthusiasm. “Do you want me to start?”

  “Yeah…” Meggie’s voice trailed off at the sound of the doorbell. She scrunched up her nose. “Be right back,” she sighed.

  The moment Meggie left, Zoann dropped her head onto the table. “When Meggie said party, as opposed to shower, I was ecstatic. Showers are soooo fucking boring. It looks like we’re in for a long, boring night.”

  “Yeah,” Bailey said in low tones. “I don’t want to hurt Meggie’s feelings, but this does sound kind of boring.”

  “She did the best she could,” Bunny said in her defense. “Everything’s beautiful. But she knows her husband, so this is what we get.”

  “Um, hey,” Meggie said from the doorway, a funny look on her face.

  Guilt hit Fee immediately. She was sure Meggie had overheard.

  “Meggie, I’m not drinking,” Bunny rushed out. “The baby. If you want to indulge tonight, go right ahead.”

  “Oh fuck,” Kendall said, straightening suddenly.

  Fee turned, her gaze falling on a police officer.

  “We haven’t made any noise,” Bailey said.

  “Understood, ma’am,” the man said.

  “Fuck, he’s hot,” Zoann whispered.

  Fee had to agree. His tall, muscled frame, and gorgeous hazel eyes competed with swaths of dark hair sticking out from his hat and a square jaw.

  “But I got a report of noise,” he said, oblivious to the way they were checking him out.

  “We haven’t made any fucking noise,” Kendall snapped. “Thanks to Meggie and her wonderful plans, we won’t make any noise, so please leave. You’ve done your checking. Anything else and you’re infringing upon our rights.”

  “I see,” the man said tightly, his gaze falling on Bunny. “Well, I’m here for her,” he stressed, removing his hat and throwing it aside.

  His hands at his shirt, he ripped it open as the song Closer by Nine Inch Nails blasted from somewhere.

  Fee’s mouth dropped open as the police officer-stripper-hot dude went from being completely dressed to nothing but a G-string in a moment. They all shrieked as he pulled Bunny to her feet and danced down her body.

  At first, she froze, but then she got into the spirit of it and started dancing along with him.

  “Here!” Meggie said, handing out small rolls of cash. When Fee unrolled hers, she found five twenties and five ones.

  The guy went to each of them, dancing and grinding. Meggie didn’t dance with him, but she followed his every move as he gyrated around her.

  “I want the song from the movie,” Kendall cried, her face flushed with pleasure and happiness. “I gave you all the twenties. Will you take my ones?”

  “I’ll take whatever you’d like to give me,” the stripper responded, and Kendall squealed. “What movie are you referring to?”

  “Oh, I know!” Bailey cried, breathless from her dancing. A moment later Pony came on and the hot dude grinned.

  “I can do that one easily, but only if you dance with me, beautiful.”

  Kendall got to her feet. “Oh, I can do that,” she retorted with a smirk, just as un-shy about her dancing as she had been with the naked yoga.

  “You’re not keeping him to yourself,” Zoann said, getting into the action and grinding her way to Meggie. “Come on. You had us all fooled.”

  “I had you all worried,” she replied, giving in to Zoann and dancing, though she kept a respectable distance between herself and the stripper.

  When the song came to a close, they all clapped and whistled.

  “I can tell your husband you stayed away,” the man said to Meggie, winking at her.

  “Yep.”

  Kendall went still. “Are you fucking kidding? Outlaw hired him.”

  “No, Christopher let me hire him. We went to Derby’s clubhouse and Christopher introduced me to Jax,” Meggie explained.

  “Fuck, who cares?” Zoann said. “What’s important is you got him here.”

  M
eggie pointed in the direction they’d come. “The stereo is that way, Jax.”

  “You got it,” he said, unbothered that he wore only a G-string.

  “Oh my God, his ass is…is…” Kendall’s voice trailed off.

  “That,” Fee finished on a giggle, whatever that might be.

  “First game,” Meggie called over their rowdiness. “We see who has the best stripper moves. I have got a sex toy for the winner.”

  “Oooo, me first,” Bunny said.

  “No, you were a professional,” Kendall responded. “You’ll win every round.”

  Zoann snorted and shook her head.

  “It’s true!” Kendall protested.

  “What song do you want, Bunny?” Meggie asked, ignoring Kendall’s objections.

  “You Can Leave Your Hat On.”

  Meggie sent a text and a moment later Jax dragged in a case. When he opened it, he revealed a portable strip pole.

  “Yeah, Meggie!” Zoann cheered. “You thought of everything!”

  “We’re really losing to Bunny now,” Kendall complained.

  “That’s mean,” Bailey said.

  “Ignore her, like I am,” Zoann told them as Jax left.

  A minute later, Bunny’s requested song came on. Bunny had killer moves. She’d been a stripper in the past, but her graceful movements reminded Fee of a classically trained dancer.

  Next, Bailey surprised Fee at her skill as she danced to a song called The Art of Seduction, though she stayed away from the pole. When Zoann asked for Luv Me, Luv Me and climbed the pole, hanging upside down and shaking, they all screamed and hollered.

  Seeing her big sister so free and full of fun made Fee determined to follow suit. She wanted American Woman, anxious to try the pole out. She did a credible job, but nothing compared to Zoann.

  Meggie shocked them once more, fearless in her moves to the song Pornstar Dancing.

  “Fuck Bunny being a stripper,” Kendall breathed. “You’re one.”

  “Not,” Zoann said, draining her third glass of jungle juice. “She’s married to Christopher.”

  “What she said,” Meggie answered with a giggle.

  “My turn.” Kendall went up to Meggie and whispered in her ear.

  A blank look crossed Meggie’s face before she released peals of laughter. Kendall grinned, too.

  When she grabbed the pole and the music blasted through, Fee understood.

  Kendall’s song? Buckcherry’s Crazy Bitch.

  Zoann whistled and screamed for Kendall, while Meggie tossed dollars her way, clapping for her.

  When the song ended, Kendall swung down and curtsied. “Okay, who’s the winner?” she asked, looking expectantly at Meggie.

  Rocking on heels, Meggie looped her thumbs in the pockets of her shorts. “Welllll, you get a dildo and you get a dildo and you get a dildo,” she parodied, pointing to each of them, screaming right along with them.

  The rest of the evening flew by in a whirlwind of food, drinks, photos, dancing, and laughter.

  “Are you fucking kidding me?” The next afternoon, Kendall glared in Bunny’s direction as a line of three seated motorcycles waited in the club parking lot, a club brother in the driver’s seat of each one. “You have bikes as fucking limousines?”

  “It’s rather quaint,” Virginia, Bunny’s mother, said with a sniff.

  Meggie grinned at the decked out white bikes, one for each of the seven of them, with Bunny’s being the most elaborate.

  “What should I expect when she has leather for her wedding dress and bridesmaids’ gowns?” Kendall continued.

  Hands on hips, Virginia glared at her. To be in her fifties, she looked pretty damned sexy in her orange leather dress. “Well, dear, if you ever have a formal wedding, you can choose a mule and buggy if you’d like.”

  Kendall’s bottom lip poked out. “I do want a formal wedding,” she said, staring at Meggie. “Turquoise and white with an orchestra and a lot of flowers and a veil with a tiara. All of it. It would be so tedious to plan. I wish someone would plan it for me. I promise I wouldn’t get angry.”

  Meggie seemed to listen to Kendall, but then she turned away without commenting, as if she hadn’t heard a word. Fee felt a little sorry for Kendall, watching as her shoulders drooped and her head bowed.

  “Hey, Kendall,” Bunny said gently, gorgeous in a white leather, strapless gown with a fitted bustier and a flared bottom. “That sounds awesome. When I get back from my honeymoon, maybe, you and me can sit down and plan it together.”

  Kendall glanced between them. Although she’d been in hiding when Bunny made her final choices, she got Kendall fitted with a dress, black like Meggie’s and Bailey’s, while Fee and Zoann had orange dresses. As matron-of-honor, Meggie’s bustier had metal ties that resembled a chain. They all had stiletto motorcycle boots to match the colors of the respective gowns, complete with rhinestone chains at the base of the boot.

  “We’re going to be late, ladies,” Bailey said, looking so very sad, with still no word from her mother.

  Identifying with having a mother one day and have her taken away the next, Fee’s heart went out to Bailey.

  “Mama, you’re on the first bike,” Bunny started. “Then, Meggie. Zoann, yours is the third bike, followed by Fee and Bailey. Kendall, you’re in the bike right before mine.”

  The women all went to their respective rides. Soon, the motorcade started off.

  Bunny and Digger wouldn’t marry in church and instead chose a hall for their ceremony.

  “I’ll let them know you’re here,” Zoann told them as they walked inside.

  “I need to check on Harley and Lou,” Bailey said, following behind Zoann.

  Kendall’s nanny, Ella, had brought in a couple of people to help with the children. Fee hoped things were going smoothly, but didn’t want to ruin the celebration by speaking of her misgivings.

  While Zoann and Bunny went in the opposite direction, Bunny guided the rest of them into the hall where the reception would take place.

  Bursts of black, white, and orange flowers were everywhere. On the tables, the color theme continued in the tablecloths and napkins. Each table bouquet was arranged in silver vases imprinted with the Death Dweller’s emblem, their “flowers” created entirely of motorcycle parts. Near the back was Bunny’s three-tiered bridal cake, black with white skulls, topped with a bride and groom on a motorcycle. Digger’s groom’s cake was shaped like a motorcycle tire. Toward the front of the room was a long dais. In the center was the dance floor emblazoned with the club emblem, along with Bunny’s and Digger’s intertwined names. Their wedding favors were also biker themed—motorcycles where the saddlebag served as a pencil holder.

  “My God!” Kendall touched on every point in the place. “This must’ve cost a fortune.”

  “Mark paid for my daughter’s wedding,” Virginia announced proudly, “and spared no expense. Something about a bit of money he came into from his father’s estate.”

  “A bit of money,” Kendall said on a gasp. “Are you crazy? Do you know how much his father was worth?”

  “Shut up,” Zoann warned, walking back in time to hear Kendall’s comment. “This isn’t the time to discuss club business.”

  “How much?” Virginia asked, her eyes lit with sudden interest. She turned to Bunny. “Did he tell you?”

  “No. It doesn’t matter to me.”

  Falling silent, Kendall looked everywhere, seeming to grow sadder by the moment. She was back on her medicine, as of two days ago. Why she’d waited so long to start again remained a mystery, but she’d feel better soon enough. Right now, Fee wished she could do something to ease Kendall, who kept sending Meggie silent, pleading looks.

  “Your decorations are beautiful, Bunny,” Kendall said, her mood swinging again. “As are you.”

  Bunny smiled. “Thank you. Wait until you see my garter.”

  “The guys are in place,” Bailey called from the doorway. “They’re ready.”

  “I am, too!
” Bunny responded, all smiles now that her dream was about to come true.

  “Can the three of you refrain from drinking until after the ceremony?”

  Father Wilcunt’s voice interrupted Johnnie drinking from the bottle of whiskey he’d pulled out of his cut. Christopher couldn’t get too fucking mad at the little motherfucker who actually wore his cut, a long-sleeved black shirt with his white collar, and black trousers. Unlike Christopher’s wedding, where he’d had to wear a fucking monkey suit in a church, and Wilcunt wore his black robe thing, they wore their leathers for Digger’s ceremony.

  Of fucking course, he wouldn’t change his service for fucking nothing. Well, maybe, the part where he’d fucked up his old man. He didn’t regret shooting Cee Cee’s ass off, but death had marred Megan’s day.

  The motherfucker needed more than one bullet to the head and his body being disposed of in their special way. He deserved torture, mutilation while still breathing, a pipe up the…

  “Prez!” Digger called, interrupting his thoughts. “The girls coming in. Stop daydreaming, please.”

  Although there were a lot of guests, minus Cash who was in Denver, and Stretch who was in New York consulting with a surgeon, only their women would march down the aisle. Virginia was first, escorted by Gabe, her son. She didn’t wear a floor length outfit like the girls. Fuck, Christopher was surprised she’d agreed to the leather, but he supposed most mas did anything for their children.

  “You got the vows?” Digger asked Father Wilkins as the doors opened and Bang, Bang blasted over the speakers.

  “What the fuck?” Mort sounded appalled as Kendall strutted into view.

  Val frowned. “This the processional song, Digger?”

  Digger nodded and snatched the bottle from Johnnie. “Yeah. Why?”

  Johnnie smiled as Kendall reached the midway point of a long motherfucking aisle. “Bunny wanted this?”

  “It’s my goddamn wedding, too,” Digger pointed out.

  “Go sit the fuck down somewhere, with your bitch-ass,” Mort growled. “Ruining the woman wedding. I’m not doing this shit again for you.”

  “She agreed, Mort,” Digger said. “So shut the fuck up.”