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His full-sized bed sits against one wall with a tiny table beside it, upon which a lamp sits.
I smile and touch the glass panels, imagining him playing with the same cutesy little teddy bears adorning it.
Inside the dresser, I find his clothes neatly folded and run my fingers over the t-shirts before moving to the last drawer.
I can’t help my chuckle and glance at the closed door guiltily before dropping to my knees and pulling out the girly magazines.
I suppose it’s weird to feel a little thrill knowing he touched these pages while aroused and I shiver at the images of his hard-on the nights we came together before shoving the magazines back in the drawer and standing.
The top of the dresser appears to be where he emptied his pockets, and I sift through the coins and papers before stopping on a photo.
A young Maddox grins at the camera, his tiny arms wrapped around the neck of a striking woman who’s waving with her own silly smile.
The resemblance is too close, matching the painting over the fireplace in the living room, not to see that this is his mother and with my heart in my throat, I move away.
An old sweatshirt lies on a chair in the corner, and I pause at the closet, closing my eyes.
This isn’t for me, this little peek into his world and I can’t imagine he would be pleased to know that I infringed on his privacy.
With a sigh, I grab the sweatshirt and stuff it under my arm before crossing the hall and into Draven’s room.
I don’t think she’ll be pleased either, but I can handle her rage, not so Maddox's because with every breath of his hate, my soul shrivels that much more.
Hindsight is twenty-twenty they say, and I wish I hadn’t confessed everything to Maddox and his friends.
Now he hates me and although I’m far away from the Aces, I’m starting to wonder if this isn’t my prison.
How the hell did I get here?
I mean, I knew Joey wasn’t exactly a standup guy, but I assumed he was just a drunk, not a possible killer affiliated with other killers and hiding out in plain sight.
Chapter 29
Delaney
I’m going out of my mind with boredom and almost wishing something would happen to end this fiasco.
I’ve considered going home to Mom but frankly I’m not sure I can just walk out the door which leaves me in a quandary.
Besides knowing that Ice was at their damn home, the day they came looking at the trailer doesn’t bode well.
I mean, I don’t think Mom would put me in harm’s way, but I also didn’t know that my dad was wanted by a dangerous MC.
It shows how much I don’t know at this point.
Maybe it’s stupid to not trust her but I have to rest on some principles, and it might as well be this because I have zero control over anything else.
This may not be about me anymore, but I can’t deny it’s hella suspicious that she allowed Ice into her home and continues to insist that I need to do the same.
Why?
To my surprise, Draven shows up the following day and stalks inside with her customary scowl.
I’m starting to wonder if this is a family trait as she glances around before saying, “C’mon, let’s go.”
“Where?” I ask with a frown.
I’ve been holed up here for days. Why would they let me leave now and with Draven, no less?
