Page 175 of Maddox
“What are you talking about?” I mutter and he stalks toward me, his sexy hips rolling.
To my annoyance, my cheeks heat and I avert my gaze, exhaling quietly when he stops before me and lifts my chin.
As usual, I can’t discern his thoughts when those beautiful, deep dark eyes search my own but that’s a good thing because whatever he’s thinking is not my business and I don’t fucking care.
“That fucker is an animal,” he rasps.
“And you’re not?”
I shiver when he steps back and says softly, too softly, “Are you comparing me to that scum?”
Ah, I’ve hit a nerve. Too bad. I’m more comfortable with icy Maddox anyway, at least with him, I know where I stand.
Still, when his eyes narrow, I wave my arm, and say, “I don’t know. I don’t know anything about you or this.”
When he merely cocks his head, I look away, mumbling, “This life ruined my mom.”
Maybe it’s not fair to say but she did leave for a reason and yet, plenty of other women stay. Look at Lilli, the reverend’s daughter, who’s chosen Wolf.
Why? Does she know he’s dangerous?
From the corner of my eyes, I stare at his ticking jaw until he finally says, “What’s the deal with your mom and Pops, anyway?”
“He didn’t tell you?”
When he shakes his head, I say, “I don’t know the details. They were married. Mom didn’t want this life, so she left.”
And fell into something worse I concede as Maddox’s brows furrow before he says, “She’s right. This life ain’t for everyone.”
He doesn’t say it, but the words are implied. It’s not right forme.
Maybe it’s true but that’s not his choice to make. Besides, I've done something I can never take back. If that doesn’t make me part of the club, nothing ever will.
As if reading the trajectory of my thoughts, he asks, “What happened last night, princess?”
“Does it matter?” I mutter, rubbing away the brutal ache in my chest.
“It does to me.”
Such a simple statement that should fill me with something, but I push it away. I’m not the person I was before all this. She’s gone.
Besides, I don’t know how to describe the feeling rolling under my skin but it’s nothing Maddox would understand.
Instead, I say, as I walk away, “I lost me.”
“I don’t hate you,” he rasps, and I pause, raising my gaze to the sky.
Fat, fluffy flakes of snow swirl in the air while I soak the words in but it’s too late and without bothering to respond, I round the corner and enter the courtyard where the outdoor kitchen is.
Of course, he follows but when I look back, I find the better part of the MC men standing beyond and Maddox squaring off with Romeo.
They seem to exchange a few tense words before they split off and I watch these men gearing up to leave.
Are they headed to the animal sanctuary?
If so, I hope that whatever they find is already dead or gone when they get there.
Chapter 40
