Page 33 of Sparrow's Grace

“I want to say fuck this, call all the ladies, and go give them a piece of my mind,” Conleigh chimed in.

I grinned at them, then I wiped my tears, looked at my fingers, and said, “Thank goodness for waterproof mascara.”

Every woman nodded and laughed.

Then when I heard a song that was playing, I took in the women in the car and smiled, “Mind turning this one up.”

Mackenzie smiled and said, “You beat me to it.”

Shiloh commented, “Same here, girl.”

Harlow grinned from the driver's seat and turned the song up.

And just like that, we were all singing toWith You I am.

Twenty minutes later, we were guided to a spot to park by the brothers, and then I wanted to cry again as every man went to each door and helped their women out. I was shocked at all of this, and I didn’t realize my door had been opened, and I was staring into Zeke’s eyes.

He growled, “Who the fuck made you cry?”

When I didn’t answer him fast enough, he spun on his heel, probably to ask them what the fuck, but I moved and grabbed his hand quickly, “They were just super nice to me. I’m not used to it. They didn’t do anything wrong.”

He breathed in, then breathed out, and looked at me, “You sure? Because ol’ lady or not, I’ll rip them all a new asshole.”

I laughed, then jumped out of Harlow’s SUV.

Zeke closed the door for me, and then followed me to the rear of the vehicle. Once we were all there, Powers nodded, “Okay, you all know the drill, stay together so we can protect all of you. If y’all want to move to different vendors, then the others let us know, and we will divide up the men.”

Mackenzie smiled, looped her arm through mine, and then we followed the other women. Lil and June were flanked by Powers and Heathen.

Michelle and Conleigh were flanked by Cam and Gage.

Cora and Shiloh were flanked by Clutch and Savage. I watched as Savage leaned down and whispered something in Shiloh’s ear; to that, she smiled and looped her arm through his.

And Mackenzie and I were flanked by Zeke and Lincoln.

A few prospects took the rear.

We moved like that from vendor to vendor, everyone buying a thing or two.

When we got to the next vendor, I smiled at what I saw.

“Smile looks good on you, Angel,” Zeke said as he looked in the direction I was.

He tagged my hand and then led me to the next vendor, away from the ones the girls were standing at.

A little girl, probably about six or seven, smiled up at us, “Hi, Welcome to Havana’s. Everything is made by my mother's fingers.” She even wiggled her little hand.

“It all looks amazing,” and they really all did. When I saw these bracelets back in Cali, I was floored at the intricate work it took to make them. They were called friendship bracelets but they were much more intricate in the threads and colors that were used.

I smiled and asked, “Which one is your favorite?”

She smiled back, showing she was missing two teeth, and then pointed at the exact one I had my eye on, “This one.”

It was an Aztec-colored one, the reds, the oranges, the blues–it was beautiful. Smiling, I picked one of them up and from the corner of my eye, I saw a group of women walk by looking Zeke up and down. I chanced a look from underneath my lashes and saw his eyes were directly on me.

Then I picked up one that reminded me of Zeke. It was black, white, and gray. Sure, he may never wear it, but it was the thought that counted, right?

I handed them to the little girl, and smiled, “I’ll take these two, please.”

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