The next morning, Macy came over.
 Kody was in the shower when I heard nonstop pounding on my door.
 I used the peephole, and opened the door to find an enraged Macy standing on the opposite side with a large bouquet of lilies.
 "Good morning sunshine." I said sarcastically, stepping aside so that she could come in.
 "Jamie's going to murder me, Ezra." She said calmly as she set the bouquet on my countertop. She snatched a small white card out of her pocket and handed it to me. "Or he's going to murder him."
 I raised a brow in confusion before reading the neat sentence scrawled on the car

💀Kody Vincent💀 
 "Leave the fucking gun, Kody" King said for what seemed like the hundredth time. "I'm not going in here with you if you have that thing with you. "
 I groaned pressing my fingers to the corner of my eyes in frustration. "I need the fucking gun King. I can't just barge in there empty-handed and demand that he leave Ezra alone."
 He shook his head. "No. That's just asking for trouble."
 We were sitting in the parking lot of Lucky's. It was eleven at night and Ezra was working. She'd text me to let me know that Luca had walked in.
 "Luca c

"Stressing is not good for our baby." Macy mumbled. She was laid out on my couch, her feet resting on Jamie's lap.
 I was pacing. "I can't help it. Obviously Kody is in some deep shit. He was supposed to call me back."
 Had he said he was going to call me back? I couldn't remember. My head was buzzing.
 "Then he's going to call you back. You gotta calm down babe."
 The knock on the door had us all freezing. Jamie narrowed his eyes as the room was enveloped in silence.
 "I'll answer." He said after a few seconds.
 "Super Macho of you." Macy said sarca

The next morning, Macy came over.
 Kody was in the shower when I heard nonstop pounding on my door.
 I used the peephole, and opened the door to find an enraged Macy standing on the opposite side with a large bouquet of lilies.
 "Good morning sunshine." I said sarcastically, stepping aside so that she could come in.
 "Jamie's going to murder me, Ezra." She said calmly as she set the bouquet on my countertop. She snatched a small white card out of her pocket and handed it to me. "Or he's going to murder him."
 I raised a brow in confusion before reading the neat sentence scrawled on the card.
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