“Yea, he’s very dedicated leaving and coming back to this island,” Byron snickers.
“I know, you’re right.” I chew on my lower lip. “I’m just worried. I don’t want him to stress himself out…”
“You mean you don’t want your best man falling into a hole of psychosis during the ceremony?” Ren teases.
“Babe,” Luthor scolds. “That’s fucked up. He’s our friend, and it’s a terrible mental illness—”
“I know, I’mkidding.” Ren rolls his eyes. “God, you’re so sensitive. We all know Dascha is a fucking champion. If anyone can rally and show up to crush it, it’s him. The part I’m the most bummed about is him missing the bachelor party.” He pouts.
Luthor and Byron both actively scoff.
“This isn’t really a bachelor party,” I grumble at him for the millionth time.
It’s not. We’re just casually hanging out, having some wine and dessert. We have the mansion to ourselves—at least this area—since the Velle trio and Trevel took Lemuel out for his ownnot-a-bachelor-partyon the yacht. It’s a little cold for it, but the yacht is huge and super fancy, so it has a very nice inside too.
“You keep saying that…” Ren grins wickedly. “But if it’s not a bachelor party… then why are there strippers?!” He shouts and claps his hands together.
Out of nowhere,White Weddingby Billy Idol starts playing.
And now I’m scared.
“What the fuck?!” Byron cackles.
Ren is glaring into the atrium while the rest of us look around, bemused.
“I saidstrippers!” He calls out, rolling his eyes.
“This is humiliating,” a familiar grumbling voice comes from behind us.
And then in strides Jasper. In hisuniform, though the shirt is barely buttoned, and the pants have been replaced by someveryskimpy shorts.
“What the fuck!?” Byron and I both gasp this time.
Luthor is toppling over.
“Jacob! You agreed,” Ren snaps. “Now get that sexy ass over here. And where’s Thing 2??”
“You meanSpecial Agent Dick Packer?!” Hancock shimmies his way over to us in the same outfit, immediately tearing the shirt off.
I shriek out loud, slapping my hands over my mouth.
We. Are. Howling.
“These boys are here to arrest you for being a bad boy,” Ren croons.
“I’ve already been arrested, and it was nothing like this,” I giggle.
“We’re gonna take youdowntown, Carver,” Hancock sings, shaking his ass in my face.
“This is the most amazing moment of my life!” Byron can barely breathe, he and Luthor clutching one another while they struggle to breathe.
“I’m fucking mortified,” Jasper grunts.
“Here, Detective Grumpybritches, let me help you out.” Hancock sneers, tearing Jasper’s shirt open and ripping it off of him.
My eyes go wide.
“Okay, this just got super hot,” Byron mumbles, having gone serious.
