Page 156 of Maddox
Delaney
After circling the drain of my thoughts, I concluded that there’s nothing more I can do for Darcy. The police will handle it.
However, I’m still unsure about how to process Mom’s confession and it doesn’t completely explain away Ice’s obsession, leading me to wonder if the truth lies somewhere between “I don’t know who your father is” and Ice.
Shudder.
How else could I possibly be a target in this weird ass game?
All of this might be illuminating, if a little nauseating but it doesn’t solve the problem. How do I get Ice off my back?
The only person I can think of asking is Kidd, which by the way, is another disturbing addition to the story. Is Kidd my brother? Does he suspect what I do?
He’s the only one who might possibly understand but he’s never been exactly friendly. Would he answer if I called?
I know Draven has his number. I’d rather not have anything to do with her right now but maybe I can convince her to handit over without explaining why. However, when I text her, she doesn’t answer.
Disheartened but undeterred, I send her another text before focusing on the road and I’m halfway home when my phone chimes.
I eye the unknown number flashing across the screen before pressing call. I’m hoping it might be Kidd or maybe Draven using his phone when I say, “Hello?”
“It’s time we had a little talk.”
Huh?
Turning on my blinker, I pull into the turn lane and ask, “Who’s this?”
“Why, I’m hurt. I really am. You don’t recognize your own uncle?”
Shit. Fuck. Damn. This isn’t good. I don’t want anything to do with this asshole.
“Ice? What do you want?” I ask, making the turn before pulling to the side of the road.
Someone honks their displeasure behind me but it’s nothing but background noise as he says, “Well, I want a family reunion is all. We have shit to discuss.”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him to go fuck himself but this has gone on long enough. I can’t just ignore him.
“Maybe she doesn’t want to see you,” I mutter, glaring out the windshield.
“Oh, I’m not worried about her,” he chuckles, and I bow my head.
“Why? Why can’t you leave us alone?” I ask but apparently question time is over because he says, “We can do this the easy way or the hard way and before you go askin’ stupid questions, involving them fuckers is the hard way.”
I’m assuming he’s talking about the Saints, and I whisper, “Why would I involve them?”
“She’s hurtin’ bad, niece.”
“Who?” I gasp.
“It’s time to see if blood really is thicker than water,” he says, and I slam my hand against the steering wheel.
“What did you do?”
Why can’t this psycho leave us the hell alone? This is madness.
“Nothin’ but what I had to, little bitch,” Ice says. “You want to save the little Saints princess. You’ll get your ass here.”
Draven? He has Draven?
