Chapter 16 Autumn #2
Ghana pulled up to the clubhouse with me on the back of his Harley.
As usual, the MCR crew was outside deep.
Grills were going, and drinks were flowing as he stopped in his designated parking space.
When we awoke this morning, I cooked him breakfast, and we went to take Taylor to my mom.
He followed me to her house on his bike, then I got on with him, this time, wearing the proper attire.
Today, they were doing a food drive for the community, and Ghana asked me to attend. Of course, I wouldn’t miss an opportunity to be with him and to see the crew wild out on their bikes as they often did after a big event.
Cars of all kinds lined the curb, waiting for the crew to finish setting up. Ghana got off his bike, then helped me off. I spotted Kenzi and Willow by the door of the clubhouse, laughing about something.
“Go ’head and leave me,” Ghana jested, and I laughed.
“You know where I’ll be.” I kissed his lips, and he grabbed my ass. I pulled away and went over to my girls. “Hey, besties!” I greeted them once I made it over to them.
“Hey, boo. I feel like I haven’t seen or talked to you in forever,” Kenzi said, hugging me.
“It’s only been two days, literally.” I hugged Willow.
“Two days too long. You’re letting my brother replace us,” she said, rolling her eyes playfully.
“Not too much on my boo.”
“Oh, gosh,” Willow said, putting her hand on her forehead. “She’s in the sunken place already.” We laughed.
“I am, but it’s a good place to be.” I blushed.
“I’m really happy for you two. We know what you and Chris went through, and then the stuff with him and Nichelle . . . I’m just happy to see him smiling. Thank you, Autumn. You have my love and gratitude forever.”
Although she smiled, I could see her tearing up a bit.
“No thanks needed, babe. He still has some ways to go, but I’m hopeful that we’ll get there. Do you know he’s been having my mom pray for him? She’s been praying for him and cooking for him all week. I had no idea.”
Kenzi’s mouth dropped. “Whaaat? Oh yeah, he’s in love with you! Ghana ain’t never cared about being prayed over. Hell, when I did it, he acted like I was speaking another language.” We all laughed again just as Ruger and the crew called for us to help them pass out boxes.
Hours went by before the crew lined up in the middle of the street to start the races.
The air was filled with the smell of burned rubber, smoke, and gas fumes.
Music blasted from the big speaker while the girlies did the hustle, and some sang along.
I stood in front of Ghana while his arms were wrapped around me, my head on his chest in contentment.
The smell of marijuana from his blunt filled my nostrils as I closed my eyes, reveling in his warm embrace.
“Y’all are too cute,” Kenzi said from the left of us, sitting on her husband’s lap.
“Thank you, sis.” I beamed.
“It’s all I ever wanted for you, Ghana—a happy and healthy relationship. I chose the right girl for you.” She winked at him.
I laughed. “Why are you talking like you purposely made it happen?”
“And I did. I could have sent him to Willow, but I knew you were going to be the one to heal him.”
“Gee, thanks for discrediting my healing powers. I would have been a great candidate,” Willow said, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “I mean, there’s still time to throw my purse in the ring, no?” she playfully flirted.
“Yo, Will, how many drinks have you had, sis?” Ghana asked her. We all laughed, and I shook my head.
“This is too much man for you, virgiana,” I joshed.
“Contrary to what you believe, I have thrown it back a time or two.” Laughs filled the air as I stood in shock.
I knew Willow wasn’t a virgin, but I liked to look at her as our pure friend.
She didn’t come out of her shell often, but when she did, we could do nothing but laugh and be in shock at her proper humor.
“Yeah, your drinks are cut off,” Kenzi said, giggling.
“Forget y’all lovebirds. I’m going to the ladies’ room.
” She walked away, and I took the blunt from Ghana’s fingers, took two puffs, and handed it back to him.
He looked at me in shock as I smiled and backed away from him when I heard Maxwell’s “Bad Habits” queue.
I wound my hips, feeling the music move me.
Between the four shots, a lemon drop, and now the weed, I was feeling nice.
I watched him as he watched me with lust in his eyes.
That deep scowl and weed-induced eyes let me know that I would probably get more dick tonight than I anticipated.
He reached out, pulling me back over to him by my belt loop, and leaned down, whispering in my ear, “Yo’ pretty ass really acting out tonight. You must be trying to get fucked.”
I tittered. “And I am.”
“You ready to go?”
I laughed and shook my head. “In due time.”
“Then stop cutting the fuck up.”
“Okaaay,” I dragged when he bit my ear.
“I got something for you,” he said, standing from his bike and reaching inside his saddlebag. When he turned back to me, he held up a vest with the crew’s colors and the name he'd dubbed me with on the back in cerulean-blue letters, the same color as his bike.
“Oh my God, babe. For me?” I asked, smiling widely.
He nodded. “Gotta make it official. You rockin’ with me or what?”
“Of course!” I exclaimed.
He helped me into the vest, and I kissed his lips. “Thank you, babe.”
“Now you’re really official. Welcome to the clan,” Kenzi said, smiling.
“Thanks, sis!”
“A’ight, y’all. We ’bout to get this shit poppin’! We're taking bets! Twenty in the pot, but if you want to up the bet, that’s cool too,” the man known as Primo announced.
“Who’s racing?” I asked while everyone put their money in the bowl.
“Grue and Ty Money.”
“I got five hundred on Grue,” I said and winked at Ghana. He smirked and kissed my lips.
“Oh, shit! Big money. You got faith in ya mans like that?” Primo asked, chuckling.
“Always.”
“She knows what it is,” Ghana replied.
“I got five hundred on my brother too! Let’s get this moneeeyy!” Kenzi sang, digging in Ruger’s pocket and pulling out his money roll. She tossed some bills into the bowl, and I pulled out my cash and tossed it in as well.
“Make me proud, baby,” I told him.
“You already know. Give me a good-luck kiss.”
I stood on the tips of my toes and drove my tongue into his mouth. We kissed for a moment before I pulled away.
“Mm-hmm. You getting pregnant tonight,” he said, sliding his helmet on, getting on his bike, and starting the engine.
I giggled and stepped onto the curb with Kenzi, Willow, and Weslei, who’d just shown up with Jaxson.
I watched him ride to the center of the street next to someone I assumed was Ty Money.
One of the MCR ladies walked between the bikes, holding her hands in the air.
Ghana looked over at me, kissed his two fingers, and patted his chest.
I smiled and blew him a kiss just as he revved his engine, and the girl dropped her arms. Ghana took off, and I already knew he was about to win.
Win the race and win my heart.