Page 172 of Maddox
When the low murmurs die down, Joker clears his throat and says, “Delaney?”
“Hm?”
There’s a mark in the wood that looks a bit like a heart. Beside it a cloud. The shape of the man’s head…
Nope, not going there.
“We need to know everything we can. Ice won’t take this lying down,” Joker says, and I look up, meeting Maddox’s granite stare over his shoulder.
He searches my eyes, his brows furrowing and with a wan smile, I say, “Of course. You need to protect your people.”
Joker shifts in his chair before bowing his head. “That’s not–”
“I was looking for Kidd, I thought maybe he was with Draven.”
When Joker whips his head up, I shrug.
Oops, I guess I outed Draven but who cares. She’s never going to see the poor fucker again anyway.
Kidd’s bright blue eyes flash before me and clearing my throat, I say, “Ice gave me an ultimatum and I accepted.”
Like a goddamn moron. Shit.
I’m no one’s savior and after last night, I’m quite sure that Draven could have escaped without my assistance just fine.
“How did you find them?” Maddox asks and I meet his blistering stare with a smirk.
Oh, is he upset? Too bad. He can take his fucking feelings and shove them up his fine ass.
“I drove,” I say with a shrug.
“You drove…” Maddox barks, running his hands through his hair.
When I raise a brow, he takes a step toward me only to pause when Wolf says, “Look, we need to know what Ice wants. Why? What was he going to do?”
Dropping my gaze back to the table, I return to the wood. Heart. Cloud. Head…fuck.
“Delaney?” Wolf says and I sigh.
“How would I know? Ice didn’t exactly lay it out for me.”
Who is Castro? Why did he go to all this trouble just to find him?
Maybe I should admit what Ice said but without more information, I don’t want to create a bigger mess. I mean, look what happened when I spoke about Snake before.
“How did you get away?” Romeo asks and I silently sigh.
I like Romeo but he’s one ofthemand I don’t trust them. Not anymore. I should never have involved the Saints.
Maybe Kidd would be alive if I had just done what Ice wanted.
Why do I care about the Saints? They sure as fuck didn’t care about me while they were trying to lure Ice out.
What makes them so damn different in the end?
When I meet Romeo’s stare, he winks but it’s lost on me when I say, “We escaped.”
“How?” Wolf interjects and I lock my jaw. If these assholes want answers, maybe they should talk amongst themselves.
