Page 84 of Maddox
I don’t know what to do about the information Kidd just handed me. Joey already denied knowing anything about MCs. I could confront him again about the patch but to what end?
He’s lying for a reason.
Now what?
The only thing I do know is that I don’t want anything from Kidd and if I’m lucky, this was all just some weird joke or something.
While Draven locks lips with Kidd, I disappear into the crowd and end up by the dance floor.
To my right, I spy two kids exchanging something which I suspect are drugs and money. The guys behind the makeshiftbar hand out drinks like they’re candy, and I know none of these people are twenty-one.
I’ve never been anywhere like this and it’s weird to be here where I know the shit going down is illegal.
Uncomfortable standing here alone, I move onto the dance floor and lose myself to the music.
Maybe I’m not the goody two shoes I thought myself to be though because with each minute that passes, I feel myself loosening up until it’s just me and the beat.
That is until someone brushes against my back, and I stiffen before turning, ready to tell them to back the fuck off.
To my surprise, I find Micah and his eyes widen as he shouts, “Hey Delaney.”
“What are you doing here?” we both say at the same time, and I crack a smile.
Micah grins and pulls me into the circle of his arms before grinding against me.
Laughing, I grab his shoulders and shake my hips. This is the Micah I used to have fun with and although his moods drive me fucking crazy, in a way, they’re simpler than the shit Maddox pulls with his hot and cold attitude.
Besides, everything is so out of control that Micah feels familiar and safe, which is why I don’t push him away.
We dance through three songs before he grabs my hand and says, “C’mon, let’s get a drink.”
I follow him through the crowd and pull away when we reach the makeshift bar.
After nodding at the bartender, he asks, “What do you want?”
“Shots.”
His brows rise before he grins and leans toward the dude standing beyond the counter.
I turn when a scuffle breaks out on the dance floor. Two dudes are going at it and I silently root for the one with purple hair andmultiple face piercings while the other, dressed in a polo shirt and jeans takes another hit.
“Here.”
Micah presses a bottle of water to my face, and I guzzle down half the bottle before saying, “Thanks.”
Sweat clings to my nape and I fan my face before we each take two shots, and he waves for another.
After that, time passes in a blur of dancing and more shots before I glance around and frown because I don’t remember how I got to where I’m standing and unfortunately, Micah has his hand down my pants.
When his wet mouth trails along my neck, I shudder before stumbling back.
Shit. Did I black out?
“Babe,” he says but I wave my hand, staring at the two of him leaning against the wall.
Yeah, I definitely drank too much.
As soon as the thought enters my brain, dizziness assails me and I ask, “Where’s the bathroom?”
