Page 130 of Maddox
“Anywhere but here,” she says over her shoulder. “Don’t worry, Pops gave the okay.”
“I’m not worried,” I mumble, ignoring her smirk.
We pass the MC dude sitting on the porch. I don’t know this one’s name, but he doesn’t even look up when we leave.
Once we’re in her pretty muscle car, she peels out onto the highway and I roll down my window, relieved to feel the wind in my hair.
Between the shit with Maddox and the Aces, my thoughts spin almost constantly.
I don’t know what to do and time is running out.
Although I am eighteen and should be able to choose where I stay, that doesn’t magically solve the issue because I’m still not part of the Shadow Saints MC and it’s clear they don’t want me to be.
All in all, I’m screwed no matter what.
Maybe I should contact the Aces myself. Joey’s gone, I can’t imagine they care about me so much that they would start, or I guess continue a war with the Saints.
The opportunity to get more information arrives sooner than I would like when Draven pulls off the highway into a rest stopand I eye the man leaning against his motorcycle watching us approach.
Why would Draven bring me to Kidd? Does Maddox know about this?
My chest clenches at the thought and I rub the ache away as I turn to Draven and say, “What’s going on?”
I mean I ran to her when they came looking for me and now, she’s brought me right back to them, after warning me away, no less.
Now I’m imagining wringing Draven’s neck when Kidd’s pale blue eyes pass over her to me and they narrow as he stands.
I’ll never forget his threats at the diner or the fact that he was going to force me to leave with them.
Never.
“Draven,” I mutter.
“Chill. I’ve known Kidd for years. It’s cool,” she says but it’snotcool.
I don’t care if they’ve been friends since they were in diapers. This fucker threatened me. Period.
“Did you tell him?” I ask while Kidd approaches.
“Who?” she asks but Kidd barks, “What’s going on, Dray?”
“Chill. Fuck,” Draven says, and Kidd backs off when we emerge from the vehicle, albeit reluctantly on my part.
Kidd’s gaze remains locked with mine until I turn my head and stare off into the distance.
I feel like a fool for trusting any of these assholes but I’m still holding out hope that Draven didn’t bring me here for the sole purpose of leaving me in the clutches of a rival MC.
Is she the one who disclosed information about Joey? Eyeing her sideways, I silently sigh as Kidd says, “Well?”
Spinning toward him, I splay my hands and say, “Look, I don’t know where he is. My dad…Snake. He’s gone.”
Kidd slowly shakes his head and mutters, “Stupid fucker has a death wish.”
Okay…
Wincing, I say, “I’m sorry. I am but I have nothing to do with this, any of it.”
Apparently, I’m a fucking comedian because at my words, Kidd tips his head back and laughs, his burnished gold hair glinting in the sun.
