Page 45 of Maddox
When I back away, he raises his hands and glances around warily before saying, “You don’t mean that.”
“Yeah, I do.” How many times do I have to say it? Why won’t he listen?
“Are you with that freak?” Micah barks and I rub my brow.
Except my hands and face are still sticky and with a grimace, I hold them out to him, and hiss, “No Micah. I’m not. What I am is covered in cold ass fucking chocolate.”
His lips curl back in a sneer, and he waves his finger in my face. “Fine. Fuck you. I don’t need you. Shit. You never even let me fuck you.”
“And I never will,” I mumble as he slams his way into his car and backs out with a screech of tires.
In the aftermath, I’m alone and chuckling, I spread my arms wide and turn in a circle.
What the fuck just happened?
Jittery from the whole encounter, I step inside the ice cream parlor and head toward the back.
Once in the bathroom, I wash my hands and face before staring at my reflection.
I feel nothing but relief now that it’s done with Micah but what the hell am I supposed to do about Maddox?
I’m grateful that he stepped in when Micah was acting like an ass, but would he have taken it too far?
Who was the man who stared at me with those dark forbidding eyes?
Maddox
“What the fuck is wrong with you, bro?” Jersey barks as we step inside the garage.
“Nothing,” I snap, watching through the window while Delaney speaks to the pig.
We’re not friendly with cops and they sure as fuck aren’t friendly with us.
How does Delaney know this one? He knew her by fuckingname.
I should have minded my own business but when I found my delectable little cheerleader being assaulted by that asshat, I lost my mind.
Shit. I don’t even know what happened. One minute, I was minding my own damn business and the next, I looked up to find that little prick tossing something at her.
I don’t remember crossing the street.
Frankly, I saw black. Not red or any other fucking color. I wasn’t even processing what I was doing when I dropped the wrench to the ground, jumped over the bike and grabbed that fucker up to shove him against the wall.
With the bone deep rage flying through my system, I might have killed the little weasel if Jersey hadn’t called me off…over a drink in her face.
Fuck. Echoing Jersey’s words, I wonder…what the fuckiswrong with me?
Whatever, I should be focusing on the fact that Delaney knew that cop.
We can’t afford to have the pigs all up in our business. We’re lucky they haven’t come sniffing around again after Margie but it’s only a matter of time.
Of course it won’t be with concern for our lost woman. They’ll be trying to find ways to pin it on our asses.
Not only that but I barely know the girl and the sting of betrayal burns my chest.
Who is she really and is she hanging out with Draven because of that cop?
Fucking pigs.
