Page 46 of Dozer (Rolling Thunder MC #14)
Chapter 46
Daisy
Master showed me my driver’s license at breakfast the next morning, along with my birth certificate, and explained how he’d gotten them.
The tea-length dress Gen had found was perfect, and the shoes, and Gen had bought ribbons for my hair that exactly matched the off-white dress. She’d also provided tons of the right color of bobby pin, a flat iron, a curling iron, mousse, gel, freeze spray, and everything else I needed to create the perfect updo. Master didn’t provide panties, and I didn’t bother asking for them.
I had extra ribbon left over, and before we left the house, Master took my cuffs and collar off, and glued a piece of the ribbon around my neck. “When I cut this off later today, we’ll keep it, and when we eventually have wedding photos, this piece of ribbon will be inside the frame with the picture.”
“Where did you get the glue, Master?” I had permission to speak at will on my wedding day, so long as I wasn’t impertinent.
“I keep a small vial of superglue in my go bag, and I can’t count the number of times I’ve needed it and had it. The three men who’ll be picking us up and getting us to the courthouse aren’t affiliated with the MC. They work for Drake Security, and they’re known as the Fabulosa Trio. Fabio, Eunice, and Collosa. We do what they say, when they say it, because they’re our security.”
I had a feeling there was a lot happening I wasn’t aware of, and when a car pulled out of a parking space just as we drove up to it, so we parked almost right in front of the door going into the courthouse, I knew I was right.
Eunice went into the courthouse with us while the other two stayed outside. I held my breath while the clerk looked over our documents, but they were apparently as good as Master said, because she gave us our license and explained what we had to do with it.
And then Master and I went back outside, where Duke and Gen were waiting for us. Gen filmed it while Duke performed a quick ceremony.
I didn’t expect there to be rings, but there were. Mine was inlaid with diamonds while his was solid metal but etched where my diamonds were, so they matched. I know jewelry, and these pieces weren’t cheap. I wanted to ask how he’d had it sized to my hand so quickly, but it was huge on my finger when he put it on, and I touched my thumb to my ring finger to make sure it didn’t come off.
It was fast, sure, but it was also perfect , with Dozer in a black bespoke suit and a charcoal dress shirt, open at the neck and looking sexier than he had a right to. I’d had no idea the man owned anything but jeans and t-shirts.
When the ceremony was over, Gen stepped forward with a ring sizer, and I put it into the ring and put the ring back on. “Thank you,” I told her. “Rings never fit me until they’re sized.”
“I know a jeweler who can do it while you wait, but he doesn’t work on Sunday, and there wasn’t time for me to get it done this morning before the ceremony.”
Right, because we’d arrived at 8:00, right when they opened.
Duke filled out the parts he was supposed to on our license, and went back in with us, since the officiant is supposed to return the license. The clerk congratulated us, did some stuff in her computer, and gave us our wedding license. Master put a twenty on the counter and said, “We need four certified copies, please.”
She nodded, and a few minutes later, we were out the door.
“I’m sorry we can’t give you a huge blowout,” Gen told me, “But Duke says that’ll come later.”
“Zeke set us up with an attorney he says will be able to walk us through the rest of our day,” Master told Gen. “Step one is complete, but we still have a ways to go.”
The Fabulosa Trio took us to the lawyer’s office, and Master asked where the restroom was, followed me in, locked the door, and fucked me against the wall without messing up my hair, makeup, or dress. It was a quickie, but he told me I could come so long as I could do so quietly, and then he came into the condom, which I assume he used to keep from getting me all messy, since we apparently had a long day ahead of us.
He kissed me and turned me to the mirror when we finished. “The marriage is now consummated. I’ll do it right later, but legally, we’re good. Fix your lipstick, darling wife.”
The lawyer’s door told us he specialized in family law, and after a fifteen-minute conversation with him, we were taken down the hall, where I saw a paused video of us getting married on a screen on the wall. “Ah, the happy couple. Daisy, I’ve taken control of your social media, as contracted. I’ve uploaded the nature images and other random shots so it looks like they went up as they happened, mostly on the weekends, a few times a month.”
I looked to Dozer, who told me, “Shots of us at waterfalls, shots of you on my bike, the two of us at restaurants. Harmony cropped them so I’m technically not identifiable, but it’s clearly me because of my size, and Brain signed off on them before she sent them. Showing my bike is technically breaking the rules, but since there’s a legal reason we need to, and none of them show I’m part of an MC, much less which one, Brain said it would be okay.”
“Right, because your husband has a contractual need to stay off social media, which complicates things, but thankfully an exception can be made for the actual wedding ceremony. Here’s what I’ve spliced together, so we get the almost-six-minute ceremony in under a minute.”
He played it, and it was perfect, and romantic, and I wanted to cry. Gen had made it so the trees and the stately columns of the old courthouse were behind us, and the lighting had been exactly right, and it looked way more impressive than it’d actually been, and it’d been fucking magical while it happened.
“Works for me,” Dozer said, and he tilted my head up. “Your parents are going to see this. Anything you want to change?”
“Nothing, husband. I love it. The world is going to see it, not just my parents, and I want everyone to know how happy I am, so I’m glad we get to do this.” I wasn’t supposed to call him Sir or Master in front of people today, and he’d made me call him Dozer while we ate breakfast, to get me in the habit, but I kind of liked substituting husband for Master , and his look told me he approved.
“Okay, here’s what I need from you now,” the social media guy said. “Choose one of the shirts on the rack over there, so you aren’t in the same dress you just got married in, look over this script, reword it in your own words, stand in front of the green screen, and say it for me.”
He wanted me to take my hair down for the video, too, and it was a pain in the ass, but I managed to get it to look natural.
I read through his statement and the wording wasn’t bad, so I read it mostly how he’d written it.
“Here’s the thing, guys and gals. There’s someone out there who doesn’t approve of my life choices, and some threats have been made. I’m going to post to social media every day, and if I don’t, please get law enforcement involved, because it’ll mean I’m being held against my will. Also, if I appear drugged or terrified? Something’s wrong because I never take anything stronger than aspirin. For at least the next couple of days, I’ll post from a public place with lots of people around, and when I tell you the danger has passed, I’ll be inside the mall, again with lots of people around. I know what ya’ll are thinking, and it rhymes with drama queen, right? But I’m a newlywed and my life is finally going the way I want it to, and it would royally suck to have someone screw everything up for me now. So, ciao for now, and thanks so much for all the kind things everyone has said about our wedding ceremony!”
We all watched the playback, and the guy said, “I might be able to use some of that, but you looked down at the paper a few times. Do it again, reading from the screen in front of you. Two more times, probably, and that should give me enough to edit together.”
When I finished doing it three more times, I went behind the privacy screen to take the shirt off and pull my dress back up, and when I went to hang it back up, he said, “No, it’s yours now. It’s possible we’ll need you to be seen in it again at some point. Unlikely, but possible, so hang onto it.”
We went back down the hall to the lawyer’s office once the original wedding video was posted all over the place, and he told us, “The New York contingent tried to get past the gate going into Dozer’s neighborhood at nine this morning, and a delegation of bikers convinced them you weren’t home and it was in their best interest to leave. They left a number to call, to arrange a meeting. I’ll put it on speakerphone and do so now. If you’d like to interject something, wave your arm and I’ll put them on hold while we discuss whatever it is you feel I need to know, or they need to know, but I believe we’re on the same page and that won’t be necessary.”
“I’d feel better doing the talking,” Master told him, “but we’re paying you to do this, and Zeke says you know your shit, so yeah, make the call.”
A male answered, and the attorney told the man his name and then, “I’m the attorney for Mr. and Mrs. Stevens, whom I understand you tried to visit in an intimidating manner this morning. I don’t know how you do things up in New York City, but here in The South, we like to handle disagreements like civilized folks, over a nice meal in a nice restaurant.”
“Not necessary,” the man said. “We’ll be taking Daisy home to her parents, and I’m not sure where you got your information, but she isn’t married to anyone.”
“Au contraire, my good man. I have a certified copy of their marriage certificate, which I believe they pushed up a few months, but it’s a done deal, registered with the courthouse and everything. The video should be going viral in the next couple of hours, but you’re more than welcome to take a look at it now. Do you need Daisy’s social media accounts?”
Three solid minutes of silence, and the man said. “Where would you like to meet?”
“The Rolling Thunder Bar and Restaurant. Say, high noon?”
“We would prefer something neutral.”
“Not a problem.” The lawyer gave him the name of the restaurant I’d eaten at with Gen and Angelica, and then told him, “Let’s say one thirty, so we can get in after the lunch crowd.”
“Fine.”
The line went dead, and the attorney smiled. “I believe Zeke would like to attend as well, and I’m told you’ll have a member of law enforcement with us, just to make sure they mind their manners?”
“A Hamilton County detective, yes. She works violent crimes so this isn’t what she usually does, but she’s the wife of…” Dozer shrugged. “Kind of a convoluted connection, but she said to let her know when we need her and she’ll do her best to be there, so long as a dead body doesn’t show up.”
I don’t know how the social media guy did it, but two hours later, our wedding had tens of thousands of hits, and an hour after that, a really big influencer started talking about it, and it jumped to two hundred thousand hits almost immediately. By the time we pulled up to the restaurant, it had over a million hits and was still climbing.
The Fabulosa Trio took us to the mall, and Dozer let me pick out a handful of outfits. He showed me that he had five thousand dollars in cash with him before we got out of the car, and told me that was my budget.
I bought a cream-colored flowy pantsuit, a to-die-for jumper, and several ultra-fab dress pants and shirts. I also bought matching heels for the jumper, a few heels I could wear with the dress pants, and a whole bunch of accessories.
When we finally arrived at the restaurant, I was wearing the flowy pantsuit with the same heels I’d gotten married in that morning, and Dozer was still in the suit, with Gen wearing freaking couture beside us, holding a video camera instead of just her phone, being obvious about filming us. The restaurant was barely half-full, and I noted the patrons were all in half the restaurant. We went around a corner, and I saw large cloth room dividers, and I knew exactly what that meant, but it was verified a few seconds later when men in suits stepped around the divider and said they needed to frisk us.
“I have a legal carry permit, and it’s permissible for me to carry in this establishment,” Dozer told the men.
“We’re federal agents, and you can’t speak to the senator armed.”
“Tell you what,” Zeke, the other attorney, said from beside us. “Why don’t we let Mr. Stevens step outside and hand his weapon to a friend. You should check in with his personal bodyguards while he disarms, as all three regularly contract for the federal government. I’m sure you’ll find their credentials above par.”
Zeke stepped closer to me, he and Dozer exchanged a look, and Dozer stepped back outside. He was back within thirty seconds, and the Secret Service guys clearly weren’t happy with the ID Eunice showed them, but they let him come past the screen, which means they accepted he could do so while armed, which I found beyond interesting.