Page 82 of Maddox
Either way it doesn’t matter. I’ve bought myself a few more hours before I have to decide what to do.
Maybe I just need to grab my stash and get the fuck out. It’s not a lot but maybe I can find another job somewhere else.
I’m halfway down the rabbit hole of thoughts that I can’t escape when Draven pulls up.
With a tentative smile, I join her before she revs the engine and pulls away from the curb with a squeal of her tires.
Since I’m used to her need for solitude, at least in the car I turn toward the window only to pause when she turns down the music and mumbles, “I’m sorry.”
Wait! Is Draven apologizing? No fucking way.
Whipping around, I say, “What?”
Her brows furrow before she curls her lip and says, “You’re not…whatever and Maddox, well…”
“Yeah,” I whisper, before shaking my head.
It doesn’t really matter, does it?
It’s not like I’m planning to go steady with her brother and frankly, that should be the last thing on my mind.
“It’s…you know fine,” I say, and she nods before blasting the music again.
I don’t recognize the area, nor the warehouse she pulls up to but light shines through the windows, some of which are broken, and graffiti splatters the walls in loops and whorls, some quite impressive while others are merely offensive.
I ate that bitch, and she liked it.
Charming.
When Draven exits, I follow the loud thumping techno music from inside, pulsing in my ears.
As soon as we enter, strobe lights assault my vision and I avert my eyes, scanning the floor.
Against the wall rests a makeshift bar with two guys slinging drinks behind it.
Most of the floor is filled with writhing bodies, dancing to the harsh beats while the remainder stand against the walls in groups.
Draven leads the way to the other side, and I nod to a few students I recognize from school but never really spoke to.
When the crowd parts and I see Kidd, the Aces guy she introduced me to, I slow.
What the hell? Why would she bring mehere?
“Stay here,” she says as we come to a stop, and I turn back to Kidd when she disappears before I can argue.
Kidd watches her go before crossing his arms and I admit, he’s built and handsome too with those devastating blue eyes but I’m not keen on the way he’s looking at me and I glance over the crowd.
Where the hell did Draven go?
“What are you chasing, girl?” he asks, and I swing around.
“I’m not chasing anything,” I say, and he raises a thick blond brow.
“No? You hangin’ with a Saints princess and you ain’t chasing something?”
I don’t particularly like the way he smirks, and I shake my head before saying, “What the hell does that mean?”
“I seen you around. Your family’s pigs. They don’t mix, girl.”
