Page 118 of Maddox
“We know he’s been to the diner, the warehouse and Rawley’s,” Jersey ticks off on his fingers. “We need to see if he might come back.”
Rawley’s is Reaper’s bar. If a cop showed up there, they were smart enough not to wear their uniform.
This leaves the diner and the warehouse.
My bet is on the warehouse if anything because it’s a broad mix of people where anyone can hide, but if the target is our women, will they go back there?
Once church ends, I step reluctantly into the hall. The time has come for Delaney to answer Pops’ questions and with a kernel ofunease, I move toward the stairs, hoping that this doesn’t blow up in my face.
Delaney
I’m picking at the food Maddox left for me when Draven taps on the door and enters before I can answer.
She eyes Maddox’s bed with a curl to her lip while I mentally groan and close my eyes.
Did I really admit everything to Maddox earlier? He sure left in a hurry after my confession, and I do believe he’s now avoiding me.
But what was I supposed to do?
Joey is gone. Some scary ass goons are after him via me and they weren’t shy about going to my damn mom, who must know them, by the way.
Now I’m at the mercy of Maddox and his people and regret barrels through me when Draven says, “You look like shit.”
“I feel like shit,” I mumble.
Her mouth curves into a frown before she continues, “Well, you butter suck it up, butter cup, you’re about to meet my pops.”
“Your pops?”
“Yeah, he’s the prez. He decides what happens,” she says with a sour smile.
“Oh,” I mumble. “Do you think he’ll make me go?”
I know it sounds stupid, but I feel safe here and it’s not just about those MC freaks after Joey.
I don't want to face my mom because I’m afraid of what she’s going to tell me, which is freaking horse shit.
If they kick me to the curb, I’ll figure something out. If I absolutely have to, I’ll go back, although that’s my last choice until I figure out how deep they are with the Aces.
“C’mon,” she says.
It’s quiet as we make our way down the hall and at the top of the stairs, Draven says, “Cry.”
“Huh?”
“The ol’ man hates tears. Cry,” she says before Maddox steps into view at the bottom.
His solemn dark eyes meet mine and I grab the banister hoping my legs don’t give out as I stumble down them.
I can’t read his expression which only ratchets my paranoia until we pass a pretty, young woman with strawberry blonde hair and she smiles, easing my fears.
When she nods, I straighten, taking strength from a stranger.
Maddox leads me down an intersecting hall away from the main room and when we reach a closed door, he knocks once before pushing it open.
Two men are inside, and I lift my chin as I enter and stop before the desk.
Draven and Maddox’s dad sits behind it. I recognize his short hair formed into a mohawk of various colors. His bright blue eyes scan me curiously while another guy, leaning against the wall, broods quietly.
