Page 165 of Maddox
“Take this,” he says.
Gingerly I grab it from his hand while he points to the back of the building and says, “Go. Loop around back to the front. Here.”
When he hands me a set of keys, I drop to my knees and touch his hand. What will Ice do when he finds out that Kidd helped us?
I don’t understand why he would but I have to show him my gratitude somehow.
“Why?” I whisper and he bows his head, a trickle of sweat sliding down his temple.
After inhaling sharply, he meets my gaze and says, “You got out. Let’s keep it that way. Go.”
I don’t know what to say or if I could past the lump in my throat, so I just nod and turn to the back door.
Maybe he does know about me, but it’s a hollow truth because I’m leaving him behind with a monster…again.
With every step I take, I’m expecting someone to bust through the front and I shudder when the back door squeals as I push it open, before peeking outside.
In the darkness, I can just make out a small, withered shack ten feet or so from the building.
I don’t see any men, but it would be stupid to leave Draven alone, right?
Except they didn’t think I was a threat either.
Before I can decide what to do about any-fucking-thing, Kidd hisses, “Go.”
Jumping into action, I slip out the door. I’m grateful for the darkness as I pick my way through the weeds and slip and slide in the slushy grass.
With just a sliver of light to see by, I freeze when a man steps from the trees, his hands pausing on the button of his pants.
When I meet his gaze, his eyes widen before they narrow and I say, “I need to pee.”
He slowly nods and I veer toward the trees with my heart in my throat, keeping the shack as close as possible.
My hopeful escape is thwarted though when the man says, “That’s far enough.”
“Privacy,” I mumble, and he chuckles.
“Right there, baby.”
Okay, I don’t have to pee and even if I did, I’d rather die than pull down my pants in front of this creep.
Sensing my unease, he approaches, and I slide my hand with the gun to the back of my thigh when he says, “Maybe you need help?”
“No,” I rasp before swallowing.
What am I going to do? I know Kidd gave me the gun but if I shoot it, every other fucker will come running.
Besides, am I prepared to kill someone?
My slick fingers slip on the gun, and I tighten my grasp as the asshole says, “Don’t worry, baby. There’ll be plenty to go around when I’m done.”
Of course, the douche grabs for my arm and I wrench away. Unfortunately, my shoes slide in the snow and my ankle twists the wrong direction which only ratchets my unease when he tugs me closer.
I have to get out of this without alerting the others, but how?
“Stop,” I hiss, and he chuckles.
“Or what? It’s time to have fun, bitch.”
