Page 71 of Maddox
When we step outside, I follow the fresh tracks in the snow, silently thanking Mother Nature for helping us out.
I spot him by a beat-up truck and crack my neck while we approach, anticipation humming in my veins.
The douche looks up, down and whips around as I grab him by the throat and Romeo stops beside me.
“We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Feel me?” I say and the man nods, his wide eyes circling the lot.
After shoving him toward the back of the truck, I push him to the ground and growl, “Where’s Lita?”
“L-Lita?” he sputters. “I don’t know, man.”
“You don’t know?” Romeo says.
Romeo’s got a pretty face but he’s a fucking savage underneath all that hair and “dreamy” eyes—Toni’s words—not mine.
This fucker may be dumb, but he’s got some sense of self-preservation because he flinches away and snivels, “She blew me off. Said she was done.”
“When?” I bark and he wipes his hand across his nose.
“Two days ago. Said she had a date and told me to fuck off.”
He eyes my cut, and I bare my teeth, shaking my head when he cowers away. What did Lita see in this fuck?
The man’s practically pissing his pants and I’ve barely gotten started.
“Look,” he says, splaying his shaking hands. “She said he was gonna put her up. Take care of her or whatever.”
“She give a name?” Romeo asks.
Scratching his head, he says, “No, but it was a cop.”
Romeo meets my gaze, and I nod. A fucking cop was getting sweet on Lita. Why does this smell fishy as fuck?
Chapter 14
Delaney
Somewhere in the middle of the night, I crack my lids when the door opens. After waiting for what felt like hours for Maddox to return, I finally laid down on the bed.
By the light in the hallway, I suspect it’s not Maddox who’s entered the room, which is confirmed when she turns, and I see a chick wearing next to nothing with her boobs hanging out of her top.
What fresh hell is this?
Inexplicably my heart burns at her presence but I push it away and wait for her next move.
Did Maddox send her? If so, he must have forgotten I was here.
Asshole.
Once the door is closed, I can’t see her, but the soft sound of her undressing reaches my ears, and I pray she’s not about to get in the bed with me.
No such luck, the mattress dips beside me and I inch away until she brushes my side, only to freeze, when she says, “What the fuck?”
I blink when she turns on the light and snarls, “Who the fuck are you?”
“Delaney,” I say dumbly, staring at her eyelashes.
I swear they flap when she blinks before she gets in my face, and I squeak because her bare boobs brush against my arm.
