Page 157 of Maddox
Shit.
It would be foolish to take his word for it and I pull onto the road as he barks, “You got one hour. You tell anyone, and I cut off her head. Feel me?”
Horror suffuses my veins and my foot slips off the glass as I glance behind me. One hour isn’t very much time, especially when I don’t know where I’m going.
“Okay,” I rasp.
Chuckling, he says, “Maybe I should call that fuckin’ asshole and we can do this right? Fuckin’ pussy. You have one hour.”
He hangs up before I can ask where but thankfully a text comes through with an address.
Ice warned me against the Saints, but he didn’t say anything about my stepdad. Chewing my lip, I consider my options before dialing his number but after two attempts, he still doesn’t answer.
I’m running out of time and with my heart in my throat, I turn around and head back across town.
Chapter 37
Delaney
I’ve never been this far up the highway. At least not on my own. I think we passed this way on vacation one summer, but I was too young to see how fucking creepy it is.
The old highway ties into the new one built twenty years ago so there’s no reason to be here unless you’re stopping in between.
While I drive white-knuckled down the road, my phone rings and I slow when I see that it’s Draven.
Shit. The assholedidlie.
Relief floods my limbs, and I fumble with the phone, before finally pressing call. As soon as it picks up, I sob, “Draven?”
Except it’s not Draven who barks, “Where the fuck is my sister, Delaney?”
“Maddox?” I whisper, my heart sinking to my toes. I guess it is true. Ice does have Draven and I’m about to walk into the fray.
Damn.
“Yeah, it’s me,” he says. “She with you?”
Technically, it’s not my job to fix her problems but despite her prickly attitude and often questionable way of going about it, I do believe Draven has always been trying to help me.
If only, she hadn’t been foolish enough to put herself in harm’s way. Still, I can’t leave her in his clutches. Shit.
Shaking my head even though he can’t see me, I bat away the tears welling in my eyes. How do I tell him that his greatest enemy has captured yet another of his loved ones?
“Princess?” he rasps, and I wince before clearing my throat—twice.
“No, um, she isn’t. Is everything okay?” I ask, aiming for a nonchalance I nowhere near feel.
Maddox’s tortured gaze while he described what these animals did to his mother passes over my vision. What will they do to Draven if I don’t come or worse if I bring the Saints with me?
Please, powers that be, don’t break his heart again. I don’t think he could live through it this time.
“No, it’s not fucking okay,” he says. “If you know where my sister is, you need to tell me now.”
His voice echoes through the cab and I frown. I hate lying to him, but it doesn’t matter.
Even if Draven lives through this and I pray with every particle of my being that she does, his hate for the man, who’s related to me, will only grow and fester until inevitably I’m burned from the fallout.
“Delaney? What do you know?” he growls, and I laugh helplessly.
