Page 33 of Maddox
This time though, I felt an unfamiliar burn when he eyed her ass and balled my hands to keep from slamming his head against the table.
Delaney ain’t a sweet butt.
Of course, I’ve known Romeo forever. He’s not as old as my dad but he’s halfway there which means he’s been bossing me around since I was a kid.
He was gearing up to say something sure to piss me off when the lush waitress with big tits arrived.
Curious, I searched over her shoulder to find Delaney standing beyond the counter with a rag hanging from her hands.
Is she that shy? Or did the other waitress pull rank?
I’ve been to this diner a lot over the years. Delaney is a new addition. I’m curious as to how she ended up working here with a deadbeat dad while also shaking her ass in that little cheer costume.
Maybe times have changed but when I was in high school, the little bitches only dated jocks and drove fancy cars. But fuck me, her long legs in that outfit? Yum.
They’d look good wrapped around my waist.
With a groan, I adjust my dick as I walk away. It’s too bad I have to deal with shit tonight because my cock hasn’t been this hard in a while.
Messing with pretty little Delaney was the highlight of my evening and when I glance back at her rosy cheeks and flustered smile, I grin.
She’s gorgeous with her big…eyes and lush mouth. We could definitely have some fun.
Whatever.
Shaking my thoughts from the shy girl with beautiful skin, I mount my bike as Romeo wraps his arm around the waitress and whispers in her ear.
When Romeo glances up with a wide smile, I shake my head and leave him to it.
It’s going to be a long night. We have a drop and after that some recon to do.
Romeo is supposed to be my backup. Still, we have a few hours, so if he wants to wet his dick in the meantime, who am I to come between him and his temporary ride?
It’s late and I’m fucking tired. After scoping out a house across the tracks for hours, we decided to just go inside but the useless lumps high out of their minds couldn’t string a sentence together and we came away empty.
It’s been over a week since Margie was murdered. Every day that the freak who killed her walks free, my skin burns.
No woman deserves what happened to her but especially not someone under the protection of the Saints but without much information to go on, we’re still at square one.
Margie was a sweet butt. She wasn’t dating any of the men and came and went as she liked.
She worked at a seedy club in the next town over where she made enough to live and that’s about it.
Her family mentioned an ex but when we tracked him down, he blubbered about their breakup and had a solid alibi.
The last time anyone saw Margie was at a party at the clubhouse. She was alone when she left, and no one had any other intel.
It’s like she walked into a nightmare in the wrong place at the wrong time. The problem is, if it was a total stranger, we may never find out who did it.
Either way, I’m bone tired and frustrated as I join Pops sitting at the bar. When Toni slides a drink my way with a wink, I say, “Thanks, babe.”
She fakes a frown but her eyes twinkle as she goes back to stocking shit behind the bar.
Toni showed up here four years ago. Despite how hot she is, with her jet-black hair and matching eyes, we’ve always bantered like siblings and after a time, it became my duty to make sure my brothers treated her with respect.
I don’t know if she appreciates it or even knows but she’s too special to see go the way of some of the other women who try to fuck their way to the top.
“Find anything?” Pops grunts and I shake my head.
