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Poison runs to get her things.
Fuck!
I need to talk to her before she leaves. I follow Poison into the MC clubhouse, and we walk up the stairs to the third floor. I stop on the second floor, resting my hand on her shoulder.
“Poison, are you sure about this,” I ask, looking at her.
“Hell yes! I’m so excited! I do want to be War’s Old Lady,” She says, smiling.
“Okay, I just want to make sure. I’m happy if you’re happy,” I say, nodding.
“Thank you! I love you, brother, you’re the best. Thank you for always having my back.”
“Sissy, I’ll always have your back. I’m always here for you,” I say, nodding.
“Thank you. Please come with me because I’m nervous meeting his MC Brothers,” Poison says, clasping her hands.
“Yeah, I’ll help you move in. We’ll take Killer with us,” I say, nodding.
“Awesome! Thank you! I love you, brother,” Poison says, throwing her arms around me.
I hug her, smiling.
“I love you, Sissy.”
Four
Autumn
I pull on my sexy ankle booties and stand in front of the mirror, adjusting the halter straps of my sexy red dress. I love my outfit; the dress is sexy. I twist my feet to look at my booties.
Yes, I look sexy and hot.
I’m so glad I bought these chunky, high-heeled black lace mesh peep-toe booties.
“Autumn,” Wynter says, walking into my room. “Wow, you look hot!”
“Yeah, I do feel sexy,” I say, running my fingers through my long, dark locks.
“War is back, and wants to introduce his Old Lady,” Wynter smirks.
“Awesome, because I need to get gone. I’m meeting up with Karla. We’re getting the Uber from her home,” I say, grabbing my cross-body black purse.
It’s super cute, and the perfect size. I can put my cell, cash, and keys. Oh yeah, my red lipstick.
“Just be careful,” Wynter says, hugging me.
I wrap my arms around her, hugging her tight.
“Sis, no worries. I’m a big badass bitch,” I laughed, pulling away.
“Fucking straight,” Wynter says, nodding.
We walk out of the rooms and out into the main hallway. We walk to the main clubhouse, the music is loud, the Brothers are drinking, playing pool, or of fuckincourse fucking the club whores.
“I think that we missed the introductions,” Wynter says, smiling.
“Yeah, it does,” I say, nodding.
