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“Coward,” she mumbles, and I grab her arm.
“What the fuck did you just say?”
I can’t believe I’m even having this fucking conversation.Just go, Maddox.
I don’t need this shit, and I was doing a damn good job of staying away until Pops said we need to dig deeper into Darcy’s disappearance.
As it stands, every time I close my eyes, I see her pretty skin beneath my rough hands, feel her tight flesh as I slid inside and damn but those wide, blue-gray eyes slay me.
Knowing I’m the first creates a greater need that I can’t fulfill…and the notion is rotting my insides like a fucking cancer.
Delaney ain’t a sweet butt and I know the consequences of dabbling where I don’t belong so why does this little spitfire pull at every one of my fraying strings?
That pig cop would eventually come looking for her and I can’t risk my brothers, but I can’t believe Delaney doesn’t know about Darcy and my skin itches to throw her over my shoulder and take her back to the clubhouse where she’ll be safe.
“Look,” she says, and my fingers itch to run through the silky strands when she brushes her hair out of her face. “You were right. You’re MC and I’m not…Can we just let it go?”
It takes a moment for my brain to catch up with my pulsing dick but when I do, I summon a slick smile.
Her eyes widen as I reach for the door at her back, but I don’t fucking care what she or her pig stepdad think.
As soon as she looked at me while the pig stood there and pretended that she didn’t know me, she made her choice.
Fuck this.
“Maddox,” she says, so quietly that I pause and glance back.
Once again, I meet those wide eyes filled with an emotion I refuse to identify. She blinks and a tear falls down her smooth cheek pushing me past my breaking point.
Turning, I slide my fingers into her dark hair, lean in and grit through my teeth, “You want real, princess?”
“Real?” she breathes before a bitter chuckle taints the air between us.
What did she mean when she called herself a slut to her stepdad?
Why does my chest hurt when I think about how she silently pleaded with him for something he failed to give?
Either way, she’s right. I’m MC and she’s…not. I’ve done things that would make her sick and I’m not ashamed of it, but I know to my bones, if she ever looked at me the way she did that cop, I would never be able to forgive myself.
“Princess,” I say, while she stares at the wall.
“Just go,” she whispers, and silence descends between us.
I’m a selfish bastard, I know it, but I need one last touch before I go and grabbing her around the waist with my other hand, I memorize her curves as I say against her temple, “You deserve…”
My chest thumps painfully when she shudders in my arms, and I spin her away from the door before pressing her gently against the wall.
“More,” I finish, my empty arms aching as I step into the hall and walk away.
Chapter 23
Delaney
I’ve finally managed to pull myself together when nine o’clock rolls around and two dudes enter before sliding into a booth.
Maddox’s words were sweet if useless. He doesn’t know what I deserve beyond a guy who doesn’t ghost me after sex.
However, I know that we can’t be anything but what we currently are, especially after the interaction with Peter.
