Page 76 of Maddox
“Asshole,” I mutter and throw the door open before stepping inside.
I can’t believe this is my fucking life.
Chapter 15
Maddox
My fingers still tingle from her soft skin, but Delaney’s rosy cheeks and wide-eyed stare burn my chest as I drive her home.
What was I thinking? I knew she was off limits the first time I saw her in that uniform but after finding out she’s a virgin…yeah, game over.
Fuck me. She’s sweet, too sweet. I should have known.
Hell, I shouldn’t have started that shit to begin with. What a cluster.
She’s so stiff beside me that I search for something to say but come up empty. I’m used to Dray who lashes out when she’s upset and the other women in my life fulfill one need, so…
I meant what I said, she is beautiful. Too beautiful for the likes of me. She deserves someone who won’t come home covered in blood and reeking from his sins.
Although the notion leaves me burning, I know that man isn’t me and I set it aside as she exits the vehicle.
My unease over her chilly behavior fades though when I see her father sitting in the yard again.
The fucker makes no bones about being in his underwear and it’s what, eight in the morning?
He’s got a beer clutched in his hand as he strokes his belly.
Delaney waves her hand at the lazy bastard, and he says something that inspires her to snap back.
I admire her fire for a moment when she slams her hand on her hip, standing beside the poor excuse for a trailer as his eyes move to mine.
They harden into chips of ice, and I rack my brain once again, trying to figure out where I’ve seen him before.
With a shake of my head, I back from the driveway but at the last minute I glance in the rear-view mirror as he stands and staggers to the door.
There’s something about this fucker but I don’t know what it is.
Maybe it’s time to do a little recon.
The following evening, I head back to the broken-down trailer after passing the diner to confirm Delaney is there.
I’m not sure what I hope to accomplish but maybe watching the old ass fool will bring some answers.
When I roll up to the trailer, it’s quiet. I can hear the television blaring through the thin walls but short of stalking up to the door, there’s nothing obvious to see.
I have time though and after zipping my jacket to my chin, I settle in to see if anything shakes loose.
Beyond the women missing in which we continue to comb the countryside looking for answers, I can’t help but to turn my thoughts to Delaney.
She’s so fucking beautiful and pure. How did she end up here with this asshole when the pig is her stepdad? Did he kick her out?
If he did, I wouldn’t be surprised but it enrages me to think that he would force her to live with that slovenly fucking piece of shit.
The way Delaney looks at me, like I’m a fucking god, creates a slow burn in my chest.
Is that the way Mom looked at Pops before she died a brutal senseless death? Does he carry the weight of that guilt in his bones?
It’s like a fucking fix I can’t help giving in to because whenever she’s around, I want to touch that pretty hair, feel the weird warmth that invades my chest…slay the dragons I see shining behind her eyes.
