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“I’m so sorry,” I managed, swiping at my hair.
“No. No you’re fine. I mean– you are okay?”
“Yeah. No, I’m fine. I just needed a moment. I’m better now. I’ll just compose myself and be on my way, I’m sorry,” I babbled.
“You take all the time you need, Honey. Do you need me to stick arou–?”
“No,” I cut him off, “No, I’ve wasted enough of your time. I’ll be fine. I promise.”
He gave a relieved chuckle and headed back to his car.
“Oh. My. God.” I whispered to myself once he rolled up next to me and waved. He took off down the highway, adjusting his headlights as he went.
I turned the air on and pulled out onto the road. I had to drive for several miles before I got my bearings. I was about five miles out of town, if I’d have stayed straight a little while longer, I’d have ended up at the Nokomis hospital.
How the fuck does that even happen, I inwardly asked myself. How fucking crazy was I that I could black out while driving?
And come to my senses hanging out of the car with the cops rolling up, no less!
“Jesus Christ.” I wiped my face with my hand and headed home, despite my urge to find Blaze.
I didn’t think I was sick or pregnant, but I had no idea how much time had passed, or what I’d roll up on. The last thing I wanted to do was cause them to get caught. Dwayne chose his fate when he tried to set a pregnant woman on fire. Whatever became of him was between him and his maker as far as I was concerned.
I just hoped Blaze made it home okay.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Blaze
I reached for Marchella’s wrist, but she was gone in a flash.
“She doesn't do well with these kinds of things,” Donnie murmured.
“Oh,” I dumbly responded, not really paying attention yet. Once I saw March’s car dart across the lot, my head swiveled back toward him.
He was staring at me in an odd way, a hint of a smile on his lips. He was the exact opposite of his brother. Where Mackie glared and chest thumped, Donnie was reserved and usually had a pleasant disposition about him.
“What?” I whispered, intrigued by the expression.
He shifted his head and pushed his lower lip out like he didn’t know. “Just never seen anyone look at my sister like that, all concerned and tender like. It’s nice. I’m glad you guys stumbled into each other’s paths. For real. Welcome to the family since I didn’t get a chance to tell you the other night.”
“Thanks.” I raised my beer toward him and sipped.
Mackie came out of the office with the water glass in his hand. The water was gone, but a few ice cubes remained. He swirled them in the glass and gravitated toward us.
“Can you call that one old girl and have her drop Nikki off at Dwayne’s place, or whatever?” he asked May.
“I got you, brother,” May assured, swiping screens without hesitation.
He punched a number and put the phone to his ear.
“Ey, hey what you doin’, though?” May turned into an insta-fuckboy, leaving me and Donnie to scrunch our faces like weasels while we stood there listening.
“Alright, alright. Well, shit I was wanting to slide through tonight,” he purred, all but striking a pose on the post.
“This hoodrat.” Donnie quietly laughed, drawing a nod of agreement out of Makaveli.
“Yeah, but listen– Man, these mother fuckers got me strapped. I’m doin’ door duty ‘til ten,” He paused before stressing his next word, “And- they want me to take the boss's lady friend home. Yeah, I know. Fuckin’ bogus right. Like, why the fuck I gotta ferry something around that ain’t coming off no grass or ass, huh?”