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An unnatural growl builds in Maddox’s chest, and he clenches his hands while I slowly step to the side and meet Romeo’s gaze.
His brows furrow as he glances between us before he finally says, “You sure about that?”
I’m not. My brain is screaming yes but my poor, dead heart says, hell fucking no.
Except we’re just dragging this out, Maddox and me. It was over before it had a chance to begin and nothing, but pain awaits us now.
How much more can we tear at each other before there’s nothing left but blood and bone?
This is why, I mutter, “Yeah.”
At that, Maddox closes his eyes and when they blink back open, the glitter they contain sends me back a step.
Meanwhile, Romeo tosses his shirt, and I grab it before it hits the ground before pulling it over my head.
It gives me no pleasure to wear Romeo’s clothes but I’m not going to lay down and take Maddox’s anger while he acts like a wounded fucking child.
Maddox’s dark eyes take in the t-shirt, billowing on my body before he sneers, “I guess you’re a patch whore after all. Sniffing after dick.”
“Maddox!” Romeo bellows while Maddox backs up, looks me over coldly and stalks to the door.
No more words are said as I stare after him and I only look away when I hear the purr of his motorcycle.
Rubbing my aching chest, I mumble, “That went well.”
Romeo chuckles uneasily as I back to the wall and slide down it until I’m sitting on my butt.
“Don’t mind him, sweetheart,” Romeo says. “These days, he don’t know which way is up.”
Chapter 32
Maddox
I’m out the door before I can do something stupid like rip that shirt off her body and replace it with mine.
Yes, my skin aches to touch hers. I want to slide inside her and find oblivion but that’s an anomaly born out of her innocence and my raging libido.
I don’t need Delaney. What I need is to get my hands on the fuckers who murdered my mother and she’s the goddamn key.
Besides, she may not have been born and bred MC, but she knew what she was doing when she asked my brother for his shirt.
She made her wishes known and now we can both stop running from the truth because whatever is coming for us ain’t moonlight and roses.
Jumping onto my bike, I peel away with a snarl and welcome the wind as it buffets my face.
It’s fucking cold today, but I don’t care. I like the numbness that spreads through my limbs because it sure beats the other shit.
When I roll up to the clubhouse, Wolf greets me at the door. His frown does not portend of anything good but between this psycho killer and the Aces, there isn’t much to be happy about.
“Where’s your pops?” he barks, and I shrug.
“Dunno.”
His eyes narrow, assessing my words and I cross my arms. Fucker don’t believe me. Too damn bad.
I have no reason to lie. Does he?
“Look,” he says, rolling his shoulders. “This shit’s bringing up bad juju. Ya know?”
