Page 70 of Maddox
Lita was a tiny thing with a husky laugh and bright blue eyes. Always game for a fun time, she came to the clubhouse to party but never wanted nor asked for anything more.
When she didn’t come home from her job last night, her sister contacted Reaper, one of the brothers who runs the bar across town.
Knowing what we do, he immediately put out the alarm.
Lita has a five-year-old daughter who stays with her sister when she waitresses at the bar.
After Reaper spoke to her, we learned that she told her sister she was going to hang with a brother but wasn’t around when the little girl got up the next morning.
We made the rounds but never found a brother who admitted to seeing her.
Now I’m sitting in the bar, swigging from a beer. This place caters to a wide range of people, since it’s on the edge of town.
The brothers of the MC come by for a drink when they’re in the area. The locals can’t resist since there are few other options and occasionally, we get people off the freeway.
As I glance around, I wonder if Lita wandered off with one of the out of towners but if so, why claim she was leaving with a Saint?
None of it makes fucking sense but with every woman who disappears, my rage grows.
This piece of shit deserves to burn just like the Aces. Meanwhile, we haven’t found a fucking thing on either issue and the assholes continue to roam free.
Unfortunately, it’s so fucking crowded that I don’t notice the woman approaching until she’s practically right on top of me.
The last time I saw Holly, she was stripping at a club in the next town over. Just like then and frankly high school, my mouth sours and I eye the busty blonde with a frown.
“Hey stranger,” she husks, tracing a finger down my arm.
Swallowing the last gulp of my beer, I say, “What’s up, Holly?”
It just goes to show how clueless she fucking is because I’d rather stick my dick in a light socket then ever touch her again.
She was hot, don’t get me wrong but spending a night in lockup cured me of that particular feeling.
“Not much. You look good,” she says, licking her lips.
She’s had shit done, I note absently when she leans forward, providing a healthy view of her tits.
Unfortunately, it’s lost on me, and I almost laugh when Delaney’s pretty eyes and pink lips dance over my vision.
Delaney don’t have to do shit to be beautiful.
My dick hardens at the thought and Holly must assume it’s an invitation because her hand drops to my junk, and she squeezes.
“Aren’t you going to say the same, handsome?” she purrs, and I stare at her blankly before saying, “No.”
My erection fizzles at her pout and moving away, I glance over her shoulder to Romeo who inclines his head.
Following the signal, I turn to the door. We’ve had eyes on this douche for two hours and now is our chance to shake him down.
Lucy, one of the other bartenders said that Lita had a thing with this guy. Some on and off again thing that made my eyes glaze when she tried to explain it.
Now, I’m itching to get some answers except Holly’s still fucking talking.
“I brought my car, wanna…”
She leans forward to whisper in my ear, but I shake her off, and mumble, “Not now. Not fucking ever.”
Her jaw drops when I walk away but I’m focused on the fucker who just walked out the door.
