Chapter 184: Jax: Too Many What-ifs

Michigan's Upper Peninsula

After what seemed like hours, the cell phone rang. Piper froze mid-pacing, and I stiffened on the couch. Slowly, I leaned forward, snatched the phone from the coffee table, and glanced at the screen. I swiped to accept the call.

"Hey," I said, trying to sound casual.

"You're going to have some guests soon. They're friendly, so don't shoot."

The call dropped, and I held the phone away from my ear, staring at the device like I had no idea what it was or how to use it. I blinked. "Okay then," I grumbled.

"What?" Piper asked. "Was that Macaih again?"

I nodded.

"Well, what did he say?" She rounded the corner of the couch and sat next to me. "What's going on?"

"I'm not sure." I tossed the phone back onto the coffee table and rubbed my hands over my face. "All he said was that guests were coming and not to shoot because they're friendly." I glanced at her, my face scrunched.

"What the hell does that mean?"