Page 159 of Maddox
Ice nudges him with his steel toed boot and I wince, hoping to distract him by saying, “Where is she?”
When Ice swings my way, his lips tilt into a gruesome smile before he strokes his hand over his lip and says, “Who?”
Okay, I am the stupidest person on the planet.
Fuck me.
“Look,” I say, splaying my hands. “Maybe we can work something out. You know? Maybe–”
“Ain’t nothing to work out, sweetheart. I know you been sleeping with the Saints. Little whore just like your ma. That fucker comes to me, and you can go.”
Which fucker might that be?
Curling my fingers into my palms, I ask, “Who?”
“Who?” he chuckles before shaking his head. “Man, your ma really did think she would get away with it.”
The sinking sensation in my gut tells me that once again, I’m about to get hit with another truth but this time, I have to play the game. Am I ready?
When I don’t respond quickly enough to his words, he rocks back on his heels and says, “I know everything little girl. Everything. That bitch is my puppet, and I pull the strings.”
“I don’t understand,” I say and he cocks his head.
“You really don’t know?”
When I shake my head, he says, “Joey ain’t your dad, little bitch. At least he did that right though, the prick.”
This isn’t exactly a shock, but I’m still confused, and I wave my hand because I can’t speak through the lump in my throat. If he knows that Joey’s isn’t my dad, is that becauseheis?
With a grunt, Ice says, “Shoulda been mine. I tried hard enough but she never could get knocked up again.”
Again?
Swaying, I hold out my hand, but I have nothing to grab as he continues. “Musta been all the drugs.”
Part of me wants to shake this fucker until he says whatever and backs the fuck off. However, that could be deadly, especially considering I think he’s telling me that he’s not my father.
Thank fuck. Although, I might have stood a better chance if he was…or not, I think, glancing at Kidd.
His blue, blue eyes meet mine, but I can’t read the message behind them, and I’m pulled back to Ice when he says, “Whatever. Castro comes and it’s done.”
Okay…Castro. Who’s that?
Right about now, I don’t fucking care.
“Just like that?” I ask, studying him closely but I don’t know this man. He could be lying, and I’d never be able to tell the difference.
“Yep,” he says, rocking back on his heels, and I glance at Kidd.
“What about him?”
“What? Now you’re bargainin’? Ain’t that cute,” he sneers. “Kidd‘ll take his licks like a man and that’s that.”
My heart sinks at his words but I have no power here. It’s not like I can refuse and leave.
Fuck me. I hoped I could change something but all I did was walk into a trap. I’m no match for this man and if he’s willing to beat Kidd, what’s he going to do to me?
“Now what?” I ask, licking my lips. “I don’t have cell service out here.”
