Page 120 of Maddox
I wish I knew what to do and I curl my fingers into my palms to ensure I don’t do something stupid, like touch him.
Beyond that, I know that I am well and truly screwed. Besides Draven, Maddox was the only one on my side but after this little tidbit of shared information, I can kiss that goodbye.
What will Joker do? Who is Ice? Is it the man with the pale, blue eyes who threatened me?
It would make sense, based on the resemblance between him and Joey but what does that really mean?
Although I don't want to bring attention to an already twisted conversation, I have to know because this is my life on the line.
If those men were willing to come to my work and follow me home a few days later, I’m not going to just walk away from this.
“Um,” I whisper. “Who’s Ice?”
When Joker and Maddox don’t respond, Wolf says, “Ice is the President of the Smokin’ Aces.”
Okay, so he’s in charge. Is that bad?
“Son,” Joker says but Maddox spins away, grabbing the door and flinging it open.
When it rebounds off the wall, I wince, watching with a pit in my stomach as he disappears down the hall before turning back to Joker who places his palms on the desk.
Whatever he was about to say drops away though when Wolf interjects to say, “We need a minute.”
“O-Okay,” I whisper, slowly backing away until I’m in the hall.
Thank God, Maddox is gone but with his absence I am truly alone.
When Wolf stares at me with a weird glint in his eyes, I close the door behind me, eyeing Joker as he bows his head.
I’m so entirely fucked but what did I expect? I knew to some extent that there was bad blood between these two MC’s. It’s not like they were going to welcome me with open arms. I just hoped…what?
I can’t stay here forever, and God knows how long the Smokin’ Aces are going to wait.
As far as I know Joey hasn’t been in an MC since I was a child or before I formed any memories.
That means the Smokin’ Aces are still after him all these years later.
I know Peter and Mom would welcome me back, but could they stop an MC? What does it mean that this Ice dude was at their house yesterday?
Where the fuck did Joey go? Fucking coward.
“Hey, are you okay?” The question comes from the young woman I passed on the way here and when I stare at her blankly, she waves her hand and says, “C’mon.”
Since I don’t have a better idea, I follow her down the hall and into a media room of sorts.
After collapsing into the cushions of a comfy couch facing a giant ass T.V., I rest my shaky limbs while she does something behind the fancy bar.
When she emerges with two glasses and hands me one, I take it gratefully.
She doesn’t look much older than me and after a moment of studying her while I sip on my drink, I realize who she is.
“Lilli Abernathy?” I say and she grins.
“That’s me.”
“Oh.”
That's all I can think to say because if you had asked me yesterday what I thought the prim and proper reverend’s daughter would be doing after high school, it did not include hanging out in a motorcycle club.
