Page 61 of Maddox
He’s also someone that I can’t see as MC. The man can barely make it from his lawn chair to the couch.
What happened to push these two so far from their youthful selves? Did they just “grow” up or am I missing something?
Is Joey hiding that gun because of the Aces? It makes me uneasy to know that it’s there even if he hid it away.
Rubbing my head, I concede, maybe it doesn’t matter. All this shit happened before I was born.
With a sigh, I check my watch before pushing to my feet. I have two more classes and then a shift later at the diner.
I’m dreading it but hopefully it will be busy, and I won’t be consumed by thoughts that get me no-fucking-where.
“Hey Delaney,” Josh says, breaking me from my thoughts.
Although he acted like a jerk the other night, he’s also the only one from our friend group who hasn’t either treated me like I’m diseased or gossiped about me behind my back.
At times like these when I’m so confused and alone, I appreciate it more than he knows. Besides, I was confused by Maddox’s behavior toward him too. It was a dick move.
“Hey,” I say, locking eyes with Micah over his shoulder before his gaze slides to Josh.
When his brows furrow, I silently sigh. I guess it’s going to take a while for Micah to move on.
Hopefully, Jackie can accelerate the process though because I don’t need to deal with Micah’s shit while I’m drowning under my own.
“I…uh, wanna say sorry,” he says, kicking at the grass beneath his feet.
“It’s, you know…okay,” I say, and he whips his head up with a grin.
“You missed an epic race at the track last night.”
Was Maddox there?
Ignoring the little zing racing up my spine, I focus on Josh. Speaking of the track reminds me of his affiliation with the Saints and I wonder…what does he know about the Aces?
“Josh,” I say, touching his arm. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Yes, I’ll take you to the track,” he says, wagging his brows.
Laughing, I shake my head and say, “That wasn’t my question.”
“Okay.”
Searching for the best way to phrase what I want to know without saying too much, I finally say, “Well, you said you’re related to the Saints through your dad…”
When his eyes narrow, I fight back a shiver. Am I not supposed to talk about that here?
“Yeah,” he says. “Draven’s my cousin.”
“Do you know the Aces?”
“What? Del–”
“Suffocating?” Micah sneers, breaking into our conversation. “Or maybe you wanted Josh’s dick?”
Of course, here we go. Asshole.
Before I can comment, he pushes Josh. To which, Josh spins around and shoves him back, growling, “Dude, what’s your fucking problem?”
“My girlfriend. That’s my fucking problem.”
