Page 144 of Maddox
Chapter 33
Maddox
It should be me raging at Romeo while Pops looks on but strangely, I can’t move. I’m stuck to this fucking chair.
Visions of the look on Delaney’s face the last time I saw her crowd my vision. Her brilliant eyes begged me for something I couldn’t give and instead I tore her walls apart before leaving her achingly alone.
This is what presses at my chest while Pops rages, his normally calm facade long gone.
Why? What does he know that I don’t?
Although I have my suspicions, he’s not talking and anymore, it’s like dealing with a ticking time bomb around him.
She trusted you.
Did she? I don’t know but I can’t focus on her anymore. Delaney is fine. She’s with her mom. Ice has no reason to seek out the wife of a cop to further his agenda against us nor to find that fucker Snake.
Except, if that were the case, Delaney would never have come to us in the first place.
No, that’s not right. There’s beef between her and her mom, that’s all.
Right? Shit. Fuck. Damn.
My head is so screwed up that I can’t think straight anymore. All because of a little spitfire who refused to stay away.
Shaking off the disturbing thought, I focus on what I can control. Except, I no longer have the leverage to avenge my mother.
Still, I won’t give up, not until every Smokin’ Aces fucker is dead.
Either way, I can’t sit here any longer while Romeo stares at the wall, his jaw ticking as though he’s justified in what he did.
Instead, I blow from the room and stalk down the hall only to stop when Draven steps in front of me.
“Is it true?” she asks, and I pinch the bridge of my nose.
I’ve had a fucking headache for days and tussling with my sister is only going to make it worse.
Fuck.
“What?” I finally ask and she raises a brow.
“She gone?”
“Yep,” I mutter, pushing past her only to pause when she chuckles.
Seriously? I’m done with Draven’s shitty attitude. She wants to be a bitch. Fine.
Curling my fingers into my palms, I growl, “You think this is fucking funny?”
When she doesn’t respond, I turn my head and meet her dark eyes. Crossing her arms, she shakes her head and says, “She doesn’t belong here. You said so yourself.”
It’s true. She didn’t but that doesn’t stop the slick slide of unease that rolls through my stomach.
Did I send her into danger with my rage? Does it matter? She chose to go.
“Maddox? You don’t need Delaney to get revenge. You never did.”
“Whatever the fuck that means,” I mumble, spinning around when she claps her hands.
