Free Significance, Satan's Attitude MC by Needa Warrant Page A

Bebe.              
    The blonde was stunning with her light blonde hair, which hung down her back and was curled at the bottom. Angel looked exactly like her mother Violet, except younger and taller. She was holding the child’s hand and both were dressed in dark blue. Bebe was taller with dark hair that she had curled the same as the blonde. She was dressed in a short black dress with rhinestones all around the low neckline. Her daughter Dusty rushed toward them as Violet got out of her chair.
    Rebel looked to see where Violet was rushing off to, then saw his daughters. He took off right after her and hoped Violet wouldn’t cause a scene.

 
     
    D usty reached Angie first and hugged her tightly. She gave Bebe a hug too and knelt down to hug Chrissy. “Who’s your favorite aunt?” she whispered.
    Chrissy whispered back, “You are, but don’t tell Aunt Bebe. Did you know Mema and grandpop are here? They’re coming up behind you.”
    Violet pushed Dusty aside to get to Chrissy and kissed her chubby cheeks over and over. Rebel helped Dusty up and kissed her forehead. He did the same to Angie and Bebe. They watched Violet fuss over Chrissy until Rebel decided they should all sit at a table.
    The three younger women exchanged glances and looked pointedly at Violet Rose. “It’s Dee’s wedding. Get along for a few hours, please. If she gives you any shit, I’ll handle it. I promised Whiskey there would be no trouble.”
    Rebel rarely asked them for much, so they found their table and sat down by Lacey-Jane. Violet insisted on taking Chrissy around to meet everyone, and she was truly excited to see her granddaughter. Rebel watched her like a hawk and followed them as Violet moved from table to table.
    “I don’t know why he puts up with that evil bitch. Ang, how can you let her near Chrissy?” Dusty exclaimed.
    Angie shrugged. “It’s only for a short time. Aren’t you going to ask us how we knew there was a wedding that we basically crashed?”
    Lacey-Jane looked wounded. “I told Dee to expect you. See your names on the place cards? Once you said you’d be here, I called Dee and she arranged this.” She waved her hand over the table. “Plus, she talked to Kima, Jack’s sister, and she has a house if we all want to rent it together. It’s big and it has furniture. Whiskey said I could live here with Shanna.”
    Dusty looked at all of them in shock. “Angel Rose, nice of you to tell me. I would have asked Darko if you could have stayed with us.”
    Bebe finally spoke up. “We didn’t want to put anyone out, honey. We plan to live in New Jersey again. Until we got up here, it was safer not to tell anyone but Lacey-Jane and, it seems, Deidra. Angie decided to finally tell Hyway the truth about everything.”
    Dee walked over and asked Lacey-Jane to help her with her wedding dress, and the two left the table.
    “Kima is my friend, but her ol’ man is in Bound for Hell. Did Lacey-Jane tell you that, Ang?” Dusty pushed back the hair that was escaping her French twist. “I’ve had it with this hair, I need to take it down. All the pictures were taken already, and my hair is too long for this.” She began to pull the hairpins out and Angie helped her until her hair fell free. 
    Violet was getting close to the table as Lacey-Jane rushed up. “Jack’s adopted sister just went off on Dee and then Dee slapped her. I’ve got to go and get him.”
    “Chrissy, can you be a big girl and sit here until Mema, your mommy, and aunties get back, honey?” Violet coaxed.
    Angie went into a bag and got a coloring book and crayons out and placed them in front of her daughter. “Stay in the chair, Chrissy.”
    The four women headed to the room that was set aside for the bride. They could hear yelling from inside the room. With a shove, Violet pushed the door open.
    Violet Rose, Dusty, Angie, and Bebe stood there looking at the two women arguing.
    “Did I hear you call our Deidra a slut and biker