Page 94 of Macon

“Well, after next week, it better be the last celebration of life we have and for now on there need to be more celebrations of weddings,” Wolfe states.

I pat my brother on the back.

“It’s coming up. Are you ready?” I say to Shy.

“Been ready since I was eighteen years old,” Shy replies with a big smile. “But I’m thinking Quick’s will be before mine.”

We’re all laughing, giving each other shit about marriage, when we see a Kawasaki Ninja pull into our driveway.

“Is that a woman?” Cash bellows with excitement as two of our new prospects walk toward the bike.

“Sure looks like a woman or the fucker’s tiny as shit.” Blink laughs.

We watch the woman talk to the prospects, removing her gear as she dismounts from her bike and follows the men to the front door.

Whatever she tells the prospects must be good because they both escort her inside. We all swivel around to greet this mystery woman.

The woman’s helmet comes off when the door swings open, and a head full of dark brown kinky curls emerges.

“Christ!” Blink chokes.

“Damn, shorty.” Cash smirks.

The woman’s fitted in head-to-toe leather, showing off her voluptuous figure. When her eyes adjust, she sees all of us ogling her.

Shy asks, “Can we help you?”

The woman’s smile gets more prominent as she approaches, unzipping her jacket, and says, “I’m looking for Mac.”

Then I realize this was my girl’s surprise.

“Aw, shit,” I boom. Standing up, I question, “Phoenix?”

Her smile turns to me, then proceeds to check me out. Phoenix huffs and waves her hands like she’s hot, and says, “Damn. You’re fine as fuck. No wonder my girl doesn’t want to come back.”

I laugh. Moving to greet her, I extend my hand to her, but she swats it away and hugs me.

When we embrace, she rasps out, “Thank you for calling. How’s our girl?”

“Damn, shorty, can I have a hug?” Cash chokes out from behind me.

Phoenix pulls away. “Only if you bite,” she says with a wink, teasing him.

Yeah, she’s going to fit in here really good.

“Later,” I say over my shoulder as I throw an arm over her shoulder, guiding her to the elevator. “I need to go surprise my girl before she sees us on camera.

All the men are booing and making comments that I could’ve at least introduced them and shit. I can’t help but laugh.

Once we’re in the elevator, she turns to me and asks, “How bad is it?”

“How much do you know?” I counter her question.

She quirks an eyebrow. “I know it all. I know about her past.”

I remember Sin telling me she doesn’t know the name and so forth, but this woman definitely knows more than she’s leading on.

“It’s bad. It’s why I called. You’re her only friend,” I say when the elevator dings. I motion for her to stay while I look around first.

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