Southern steel- Mack

14. Mack

She's back, and she's everywhere I fucking turn! I've done as Pops asked and stayed away. You know what's better than an 18 year old Eden? A 24 year old Eden who is a confident full grown woman. If I thought she was beautiful before, she is absolutely breathtaking now. I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw her again for the first time.

This fucking car is going to drive me insane. Lying on my back under the raised up car, I hear the clicking on heels in the garage. A pair of red fuck me heels comes into my line of sight. I scoot on the creeper until I'm in the open and sit up. Glancing at the woman at first it doesn't hit me. I see the heels and tight dark skinny jeans. She has on a tight white t-shirt that shows off all her assets with a black form fitting blazer over it. Her long dark hair is down in waves halfway down her back. She has on sunglasses and red lipstick to match the heels.

"Can I help ya ma'am?" I ask politely. She doesn't seem like our normal customer but sometimes we get different types due to word of mouth.

She squats down and puts her elbows on her knees until we're eye level. Then she reaches up and takes off the sunglasses. "Eden?" No fucking way. My heart starts to race. Am I in for another verbal lashing? It would be no less than what I deserve. Then she smiles a polite smile. I kind of hate it. Years of having her beaming smiles aimed at me and this is not one of those. This is all business.

"Hey Mack! Long time no see. You been alright?"

Not knowing what to say I nod.

"Good! Titan around?"

"He's in the back I think."

"Great! It was nice seeing you again Mack. Take care."

She stands up and pats the top of my head like a fucking dog or a toddler. Like she should have gave me a baby talked 'good boy' to go with it. I don't even know what to say. I just watch as she struts away. Trust me there is no other way to describe what she does other than struts.

I guess Eden is back and this seems like this is going to be super fun. I think sarcastically.

Now here I sit in the clubhouse at a party to celebrate the return of the one person who wouldn't piss on me if I was on fire. Who am I kidding? She probably wouldn't even notice if I was on fire. You know what's worse than hatred? Cold indifference.

Eden has started handling the major business side of some of the club's businesses such as the garage, the bar, the strip club, and the tattoo shop. This means she is around all the time. I'm in my own personal hell. Why is it hell? Because all I want is to grab her and replay our night together, minus the part where I panicked and was an asshole the next morning. Now I just watch her like a lost puppy while she lights up the whole goddamn room. She is a force to be reckoned with. Just her presence demands attention. She isn't loud or over the top, but you can't help but know she is there.

She is so different than the girl and then teenager I knew. She used to be so timid and quiet. She would show glimpses of that spark but years of staying hidden to survive made her hold back who she was. Now she gives off a zero fucks given vibe and is quite frankly a little intimidating.

I watch as she sits on one of the couches with Wilder and Trigger. Wilder has his arm around her shoulders, and I would like very kindly to rip his fucking arm off and beat him with it. I know I have no place to do anything of the sort. I had that, and I fucked it up.

The music turns up. Wilder stands up and pulls Eden up while he starts dancing with her. It not a slow romantic song, and they are just laughing as he spins her and then dips her. Her laugh is intoxicating. I used to have those smiles and laughs aimed at me. I know I blew it though.