Page 132 of Maddox
When he tips his chin toward the car, I round the vehicle and slide inside.
His gaze doesn’t waver as Draven revs the engine, and I sink in the seat until we’re back on the road and heading toward the cabin.
Dazed, I rub my brow and say, “What now?”
I’m not necessarily asking her but Draven sneers, “You make a choice.”
“Which is?”
“Go to the Aces or stay.”
I was hoping for something a little more profound.
“If I were you,” she says. “I’d leave. Get the fuck out of this town and this life.”
“Is it true?” I ask.
“What?”
“Am I somehow stuck with the Aces because of who my parents are?”
Her mouth twists as she turns into the drive where Joker stands on the porch with his hands on his hips.
“Fuck,” she says. “Do me a favor and don’t tell him where we went.”
Okay, so Joker wasn’t in on this. That’s good to know.
“What am I supposed to say?” I ask but she’s out the door and stalking toward her dad before I get a satisfactory answer.
Turns out I don’t need to come up with a lie because Draven’s got it covered, leaving me disturbed at her ability to make up a story on the fly with a straight freaking face.
After Joker chews Draven out for taking me on a joyride, she leaves.
Unfortunately, it looks like Romeo won’t be my guard or whatever tonight because he’s not here and Joker proceeds to get comfortable on the couch.
He hasn’t mentioned the Aces yet and I’m just starting to relax into the cushions beside him when he says, “Where’d she really take you?”
Fuck.
I don’t know whether to lie, pretend ignorance, act like I didn’t hear him or confess all.
For all I know, he’s testing me to see if our stories match up.
I have to assume he wouldn’t ever imagine what we were really doing though which leaves me betraying her when I don’t truly understand her intentions or lying to him when I don’t know his either.
He turns his head and meets my stare before raising a single brow. He should look completely benign with that stripe of rainbow hair on his head, but he doesn’t.
I’m staring at the president of the Shadow Saints MC, and he’s not amused which makes my decision easier to swallow.
I don’t want to be a snitch, but I also have to look out for myself, and my life is more important than Draven fucking around with Kidd.
Thankfully, I’m saved by the bell when someone pulls up outside the house, their headlights illuminating the room before it darkens once more.
My pulse stutters at that and I stand in anticipation both thrilled and wary when Maddox steps through the door and our eyes lock.
He’s back to his icy cool demeanor, I see, and I shift uneasily as Romeo follows him inside.
I know something has to give. I’m just hoping I’ll have a little more time to figure this shit out before they either kick me out or use me as bait to lure their enemies into the open.
