Dominic (Made Men 8)

Forty-Seven

A Whole Lot of Glitter

“Are we getting strippers?” Cassius asked as soon as the door closed behind the women.

“No.” Dominic threw over his shoulder to him.

“I hear there’s a pretty sweet spot in the basement.” Matthias raised his brows in excitement.

“Hell no,” Dominic said, still traumatized from his last event. He then made one thing clear to all the men in the room. “No girls.”

Matthias looked at him in offense. “No brother of mine can have a bachelor party without any girls. You’re getting married tomorrow; you won’t get this chance again.”

“Are you forgetting who I’m marrying?” Dom looked at him like he was crazy. “Because there will be no fucking wedding.”

“Well, this is going to be fucking lame,” Matthias huffed out, bored already.

Not saying a word, Leo stood and headed up the steps while everyone in the room looked at him sympathetically.

Well, almost everyone.

“Where is he going?” Cassius asked as he narrowed his eyes at his back.

“His room.” Lucca was the one to answer. “He’s got a bunch of video g—”

“Cool.” Cass immediately stood to follow after him.

Dominic didn’t miss the cold shoulder Cassius gave Lucca, nor the look the underboss had given back.

When there was a knock on the door, Nero got up to answer it, and when he came back, he had a shit-eating grin on his face.

Dominic didn’t know what was so fucking funny until two women sashayed into the room.

Oh no.

“Howdy, partners.” Two sexy voices escaped the mouths of girls dressed in cowgirl outfits as they tipped their hats. They both went for their toy guns at their low, exposed hips as the blonde said, “We’re looking for an outlaw who goes by the name Dominic Luciano.”

The posse of girls walked into the bridal shop with huge smiles on their faces, while Amo and Vincent walked in behind them angrily, as they were not allowed to speak.

“Maria, my darling.” Ken came over to give her a kiss on each cheek before he gave one to Katarina. “How was the wedding?”

“It was … great.” Kat left out the part where it ended in death.

“You’ve brought me so many pretty girls.” He eyed them all enviously. “Which one is the lucky lady today?”

Maria smiled from ear to ear. “Me.”

Ken almost passed out from shock, but then he suddenly remembered. “It was that man you were with last time, huh? Kat’s brother. What was his name—Dominic! Oh, girl, I fell in love with him too.” He didn’t even wait for an answer, instead he just held out his hand for a high-five.

Maria gave him high-five, and he clasped their hands together, already dragging her to the back, excited to get started.

“Sherry, pop the good shit. Our girl is finally getting married!” Ken screamed as they all walked to the back to the couch outside the dressing rooms. It were as though he had waited forever to say those words as he clasped his hands together. “Maria, this is it. What kind of dress do we want?”

Both of them knew her days of coming into the bridal shop to try on wedding dresses for fun were over, that this was it—the last wedding dress she would ever wear, and it had to be perfect.

“Kat, cover your ears,” Maria announced.

“Oh God,” Kat mumbled as she quickly did the same thing she had earlier.

Everyone looked at her in concern, while Amo and Vincent just looked confused.

“Ken”—Maria clearly knew exactly what she was looking for—“give me the sluttiest dress you got.”

“He is.” Dominic quickly pointed at Matthias before anyone could call him out.

Matthias was about to correct him, wanting his about-to-be married brother to have a last bit of fun, but then the girls sauntered over to him.

“Dominic Luciano, you are a wanted man on account of being one … bad … boy.” The imposter cowgirls began rubbing their hands down his shirt. “How do you plead?”

Matthias sat back with pure lust in his eyes. “Guilty as fuck.”

After Maria picked her dress, Sherry handed out more celebratory champagne, but stopped herself when she got to Kat. “Oh wait, you’re not old enough, are you? Dang it, I was—”

“No, she is,” Maria lied, even though the only one old enough to legally drink was her. It couldn’t be called a bachelorette party without a little champagne.

“Okay, good, I was worried for a second. Sorry about that.”

While Maria was glad that worked, she could see something was wrong with Sherry. She had come in here dozens of times but had never seen her off like this.

“Sherry? Is everything all right?”

“Yes.” She continued handing out the champagne but knew Maria wasn’t going to take that answer from her, so she dropped her brave face. “I’m sorry. I just found out my boyfriend cheated on me.”

“Oh no, honey.”

“I’m so sorry.”

All the girls consoled her for a moment.