Lisa
Naturally, while I've spent the day trying to track where Sydney's bikie gangs are getting their sudden influx of weapons, my darling brother, the new Don of Sydney, has been swanning around getting pissed at his engagement party.
After sneaking upstairs for a shower and to change into a suit, I am now reluctantly slipping into the celebration late. I wonder if Bambam's little sidekick is as pissed off as Mark about their pending union. She was such a funny little kid, I can't imagine what she is like as a grown woman.
"Lisa!" Bambam waves me over.
Jackson stands next to him talking to a woman who has her back to me.
She wears a dress so tight it could be shrink-wrapped and has the most incredible ass I have ever seen. Her long blonde hair falls in messy waves that nearly reach her perfect peachy bum and her limbs are slim and delicate. I find myself eager to see the face that belongs to the goddess-like body.
"I've missed you, little one," I focus my attention on my baby brother, giving him a big hug. "Never leave me like that again!"
Bambam laughs and lifts me off my feet in a bear hug. "I missed you too."
When he puts me back down and I've straightened out my shirt and blazer, I look up to find the shrink-wrapped woman's eyes on me. They're big and brown and staring wide at me in shock. Her plump angelic mouth has dropped open into an O shape and she is frozen.
Distracted momentarily by how impossibly soft her pillowy lips look coated in deep red lipstick, I'm about to ask her if she's okay when she suddenly whispers, "Lisa."
"Yes?"
My confusion must be apparent because Bambam clears his throat and says, "It's Roseanne, Lili."
Now my mouth has fallen open. "You grew up!" I exclaim and she laughs.
It is the most fucking beautiful sound I've ever heard. This can't be the gawky, scrawny kid I knew. She always had those expressive eyes, but she had a mouthful of braces and hadn't grown into her limbs the last time I saw her. Her hair was always brunette too, but now it flows perfectly, blonde waves from roots to ends, and her face is just stunning.
"Yeah, I guess I did. You mostly look the same though." The sweetness is still there. I see it in her eyes and in the kindness in her voice. She hasn't lost it, despite everything. She runs her eyes over me and I swear I see heat in her gaze.
Don't flatter yourself, Lisa.
"So you're marrying our brother?" I don't want to ask, but I do, and then I immediately regret it when she cringes as if the reminder is painful.
"So they tell me. I'd rather marry any one of you three though so feel free to rescue me," she says darkly looking from me to Bambam and Jackson.
The idea of offering to rescue her and stepping up the flirting is beyond tempting, but we need Mark married off and settled down. As much as I might now hate the idea, I need to encourage the marriage. Getting distracted by her beauty is not an option.
I give her a kind smile. "He's not that bad. I'm told he's quite handsome. Don't see it myself though."
Laughing, she points a delicate, manicured finger over my shoulder and remarks, "So handsome that women throw themselves at his feet, apparently."
She rolls her eyes at Mark regaling a group of women with a story not far away. They all hang off his every word. "If I actually wanted to marry him I would care, but I don't." She sighs and I don't like the sadness I see despite the efforts she makes to hide it.
