Page 43 of Maddox
It’s silent for a minute while he stares at me before he half rises from his seat and throws his drink in my face.
Gasping I wipe at my skin while he says, “You little bitch. I can’t believe you!”
Thankfully, the drink cooled off some, but my cheeks still sting as I stare at my hands.
That is until a shadow forms over the table. One minute, Micah is bitching at me and the next, he’s dangling in the air.
When I glance up, I find Maddox holding Micah and while I watch dumbfounded, he swings him around to the wall.
Shocked, I don’t know what to say as Maddox growls, “Did you just throw that at her face?”
“Uh,” Micah mumbles, his cheeks suffusing with color.
“Uh,” Maddox mocks while I sit there dumbly. “You think you can do shit like that and get away with it?”
“Maddox, back off man,” a deep voice says over my shoulder.
Maddox glances back and I shiver because I’ve never since this particular expression on his face and it reminds me that Maddox is not an ordinary run of the mill guy.
“Bro,” the other man says.
Maddox shoves Micah against the wall before letting him go just as a police cruiser pulls up to the curb.
Everything screeches to a halt when Peter steps from the vehicle and says, “What’s going on here?”
Maddox stiffens and the man who was trying to talk Maddox down sighs as Peter looks from me to Micah and says, “Delaney?”
Frozen, I meet Maddox’s gaze and his brows furrow.
Why did it have to be Peter? Peter, a sheriff’s deputy? Fuck me, what will he do if he finds out that I know Maddox?
Still, I don’t know what to say as Peter’s gaze slides to Maddox and he frowns.
Shit. What will Maddox do?
Stepping away from the table, I say, waving my hands for good measure, “Hey, uh, Peter.”
He glances beyond me, his jaw tight and I hunch my shoulders as he barks, “What’s going on here?”
When his eyes land on Maddox again before moving to his friend, I eye the tic in Maddox’s jaw.
He doesn’t speak but he doesn’t have to with the way he’s drilling my stepdad with his stare.
My lungs close at the sight and I silently will Maddox to back off as I step between them and say, “Nothing. Nothing is going on. I was having hot chocolate.”
I wave behind me and Peter glances at my coat, no doubt sticky from the chocolate sinking into the fabric.
His brows rise and he says, “Is that right?”
Micah does some weird shuffling thing, but Peter’s gaze never wavers.
My cheek tingles where I suspect Maddox is also boring a hole in my skull.
Helpless under the onslaught, I say, “Right, Micah?”
When I turn to him and raise my brows, he nods stiffly.
It’s the only intelligent thing he’s done since he picked me up because I’m not above telling Peter about his actions.
