Page 21 of Macon

“Mac, you good brother?” Cash questions still holding my shoulders.

I can only get one word out, feeling defeated. “No.”

Cash lets my shoulders go, sitting next to me on the bed.

Wolfe sits on the bed across from us and asks, “Another Faith nightmare?”

My uncle Wolfe knows all about my nightmares since his wife, my auntie Fay, was killed with my sister. We both have been through hell and back, so he knows what I’m going through.

I nod and move to sit up. Cash gets up, moving to the foot of my bed, giving me space.

They give me a few minutes to get myself together. Cash lights up a joint, taking a big inhale before handing it to me.

I take a couple of hits, hoping the weed does its job and relaxes me.

I exhale, handing the joint to my uncle, and explain, “They’re getting worse.”

“What do you mean?” Cash asks.

At the same time, my uncle, sounding shocked, asks, “Worse?”

I don’t want to tell them about Raydene and Faith. They already think I’m crazy for chasing her when she’s got a man. My gut has been telling me something’s wrong, and now this dream.

“I have them every time I close my eyes. I feel the more blood we shed, the more I hear her in my head.”

I only tell them half the truth and leave out the part where I’m also hearing Raydene’s voice now.

“I’ve seen you struggling,” my uncle states, blowing smoke into the air. “Do you think it all stems from this girl or all the bloodshed we’ve endured this past year?”

I shrug. Because honestly, I don’t know.

“I haven’t had this many of them since right after the accident,” I confess.

When they both don’t say anything and only stare at me, I continue, “Usually weed or drinking keeps them away.”

Wolfe huffs, “Well, at least you get that break. Foxy comes to my dreams often.”

Cash laughs. “Yeah, but those are wet dreams, brother.”

We all laugh.

Cash is just like me. We can always lighten the mood in any situation. I hate that I’m the one that needs cheering up.

“You probably need some pussy. How long has it been?” Cash chuckles but is entirely dead serious.

I think this is the longest I’ve ever gone without sex.

Thinking, I lean my head back against the headboard.

“It was the night we returned from the sit-down, and Dallas confronted Doc. I took this little brunette home.”

I smile, thinking of her sexy ass bending over, but when I see the looks on their faces, my smile halts.

“What?” I ask.

“You mean to tell me you never fucked Ray? All that time you spent with her, and you didn’t hit it?” Cash asks, sounding completely shocked.

“Nephew…” Wolfe drawls. “You mean you’re hooked on this bitch, and you haven’t even been with her?” He pauses. “I mean, I would understand if she rocked your world, but nada? What the fuck?”

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