Tammy danced around the pole. She and the rest of the ladies were covered from head to toe, albeit in cat suits and such, but covered nonetheless. After all, they weren't suicidal. To Tammy’s surprise, Luca hadn't even looked up. He was too preoccupied with the naked lady riding his dick. It was when Gianni started cursing, and Jack yelled something about his mom, did Luca finally look up.
When Luca’s eyes landed on Tammy, he flew out of his seat. Apparently, he had forgotten about the naked woman on his lap because when he jumped up, she flew at least five feet in the air until she hit the floor—hard.
Startled, and maybe feeling a little guilty, Luca helped the woman to her feet, but he didn't stick around long enough to make sure she was okay. He was making a beeline toward the stage. With Luca, Jack, and Gianni running toward them, it looked as if they were in a race. Tammy laughed. Revenge was indeed sweet.
Tammy looked to the other ladies. Every one of them, except for Katherine and Catarina, were laughing, amused by the male outrage. The mothers-in-law were serious about their performance. Both had the bodies of women half their age, and they were flaunting it. Katherine was doing her thing, grinding away on the pole when Joseph shouted, “Katherine Storm, get your ass down here right damn now!”
Katherine’s eyes flew open. She looked down at her angry man and, without a word, skipped her ass off the stage.
Francis looked at Tracy’s curvy body and the bump that sheltered his heir. He was clearly not pleased, but instead of approaching Tracy, he stood and looked around the room. Without so much as a word from Francis, everyone in the entire club stood to exit.
In a matter of seconds, the club was nearly empty. The power that Francis wielded was baffling. Tammy was amazed. With one look, Francis had completely foiled her plot to exact revenge on her meddling fiancé.
“Where’s everybody going? We’re just getting started,” Tammy shouted.
“Get your ass down here!” Luca demanded.
Tammy danced off the stage and flew into Luca’s arms.
“That’ll teach you to ruin my bachelorette party,” Tammy teased.
“Yeah, you taught me, bad girl. But I’m happy to see you. I missed you.”
Tammy smiled up at Luca. “You did?”
“So much,” he admitted. “Come drink with me, bad girl.”
Tammy looked around and was grateful that everyone was either smiling or laughing. Not one of the guys were really angry.
“Um-mm, I saw you dry humping that chick,” Tracy said with narrowed eyes.
“Nah, I didn't even get a chance to dry hump her. You ruined my party.”
Tammy stood on her toes and kissed Luca’s luscious lips.
“I love you,” she told him.
“You’d better. I’m about to make you my wife.”
Tammy pulled away and looked up her gorgeous man. He wasn't sweet. He wasn't tender. He wasn't gentle. But he was hers. For that, she was the luckiest woman alive.
“Let’s go turn up, bae.”
Luca gave her the look that he always gave her when he didn't understand her terminology.
“Let’s go party,” Tammy clarified.
