Page 140 of Maddox
Yeah, I know it was my fucking mother who was murdered.
Fucker.
“Yep,” I say, brushing past him.
“You see him, you call me,” he says, and I wave over my shoulder.
If Wolf is worried, then I should be too, but Pops isn’t saying much, and I can’t exactly beat it out of him.
While I wait for him to appear, I stomp up to Draven’s room only to pause outside the open door when I hear none other than Pops say, “Where’d you take her?”
“I told you. We went to the store. She needed tampons,” Dray says.
“This ain’t a fucking joke Draven. You tell me what I want to know, or I’ll…”
Silence follows his outburst, and I lean against the wall staring at the ceiling.
Pops doesn’t speak like this to Dray. I hate to say it but since Mom died, she’s more of an afterthought to him but when he does interact with her, he treats her like a little princess.
He doesn’t raise his voice, nor does he make threats…add that to the list of reasons why the Aces deserve death.
They’ve done more than just take our mother. They took our father too.
“You’ll what?” Dray snaps and I look up as Pops backs out of the room.
When he meets my gaze, his eyes close but before I can comment, he shakes his head and walks away.
When Mom died, there was a period of time that I worried he wouldn’t come back from her death.
Now as I watch him walk away, I wonder if there’s a new threat coming. Can he survive it a second time?
Refusing to go there, I step into the room and stalk toward Dray laying on the bed.
She looks up with her customary scowl and I lean over her to say, “What did you do?”
Pops may not recognize the signs, but I grew up with the little sourpuss. I know when she’s lying because her bitch meter tips the scale.
Rolling her eyes, Dray drops her phone to the bed and says, “I didn’t do shit. What did you do?”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“And I thought I was fucked up,” she sneers. “You gonna punish Delaney for shit that happened when she was a kid?”
When she flips her hair, I grab the back of my neck to keep from shaking her and mutter, “You don’t know shit.”
“I know she’s alone. I know she came to you for help. Why do you think that is big bro?”
The familiar burn starts in my throat, and I bark, “Because she was desperate or fucking stupid. Take your pick.”
Jumping to her feet, she pokes me in the chest and hisses, “She trusted you. So yeah, I guess that makes her stupid.”
“What are you not saying?” I growl, grabbing her arm and when her eyes flicker and she looks away, a chill rolls down my spine.
“What?” I say. “Just fucking tell me Dray.”
“Fuck you!” she says, her lips pulling into a bitter smile as she pushes me away.
Before I can respond, she stomps into the bathroom and slams the door behind her.
