Page 4 of Macon

Honestly? I’m surprised she’s not freaking out about what happened earlier today since she’s part of why we’re on lockdown.

I move up next to her at the same time Maze, our club bartender, hands me a beer.

“Thanks,” I say to Maze, who nods.

“Want to get high?” Raydene asks, shocking me.

Lowering my beer, I cough, almost choking as I swallow my drink.

“What makes you think I’m not already high?” I tease.

She narrows her eyes. “I want to forget. I want to feel numb. It’s been a crazy, fucked up couple of days.”

Okay, maybe she is freaking out.

I smile, flexing my biceps as I lift my beer to my lips.

A whistle sounds. I instantly look over and see Dallas. He gives me a head nod, and I reply, acknowledging what he’s saying. He’s taking Doc upstairs and wants me to ensure her friend is watched after. Her friend, Raydene, the little strawberry-blondie staring up at me.

Raydene doesn’t take her eyes off me. “Hello? I want to forget. Are we going to get high or what?”

She wants to forget. Hmm…I can make her—stop. I need to be good.

“Hello?” She waves her hand in front of me. “You there?”

“Let’s go,” I say, moving away from the crowded bar.

I don’t look back to see if she’s following. Instead, I walk over to a circle of sofa chairs away from the group and quiet so we can talk.

When I sit down, I scan the room. Brick’s with Vi, Dallas went upstairs with Doc, and I’m not worried about the rest. I sit down facing the bar. Raydene plops down in the chair across from me and instantly springs back up.

“Damn, that chair isn’t comfortable at all,” she says, rubbing her ass.

I chuckle.

“Never sat in that one before, so I wouldn’t know,” I answer, pulling out a joint.

“Why not?” she asks, taking a few steps toward me. I prep the joint, not paying attention to her, thinking she’ll sit in the one next to me, instead, she drops her boney ass down beside me. Well, more like half on me, almost knocking my beer over.

“Goddamn, woman!” I snap.

“Sorry, I thought there would be enough room,” she teases.

“There is if you’d warned me to move over a bit,” I declare as I scoot over, giving her space. She doesn’t move away, only tucks her legs under her, snuggling up close to me.

For a woman who has a boyfriend, she’s being clingy.

I look around, seeing if anyone is paying attention. I’m trying to be good over here.

“What? Are you worried that someone will see us together?” Her voice is low.

I look her in the eyes, eyes that are void of emotion. I fire back at her. “No, but shouldn’t you be? You’re the one with a boyfriend.”

She shrugs. “I do what I want.”

I try to sound irritated, but I like her wanting me. Who wouldn’t want her? She’s hot as fuck. Flawless skin, green eyes, and that fucking hair. Her body fits perfectly into mine. She’s tall but not too tall. Slender with a model body type.

We sit in a staring contest for what seems like an eternity until she finally says, “Are you going to light that, or should I?”

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