Page 62 of Maddox
While they circle each other, Jackie comes up, flapping her arms.
Rolling my eyes to the sky, I mentally wince when Josh says, “What girlfriend? She dumped your ass.”
“Fuck you,” Micah shrieks and I back away.
If I intervene it will just make things worse. Still, I feel a pulse of guilt for getting Josh mixed up in my Micah drama.
Especially when Micah pushes him again and they end up rolling around on the ground.
Wince.
Later, I’m heading to the parking lot and freedom when I see Draven’s pink hair bobbing amongst the masses.
We’re not friends. Not by a long shot.
However, she’s gone out of her way to include me in her world and beyond that, she grew up MC. Maybe she can help figure out who my dad and mom used to be.
“Draven!” I call and her head shoots up before she glances over her shoulder and moves to the wall.
“What’s up?” she asks, tapping away at her phone.
“Do you know the Aces?” I blurt and she whips around, her eyes narrowing on my face.
Okay. Maybe I should have approached this topic a little more delicately.
“Why?” she asks.
Avoiding her gaze, I drop my head and say, “I’m sorry. Maybe–”
“What’s going on, Delaney?”
“Well,” I say, playing with a piece of thread on my jeans. “I overheard my stepdad talking about them and I was curious.”
An awkward silence falls between us, and I eye her sideways when she finally says, “Yeah, I know them.”
Waving her hand, she continues, “How about you tell me the real reason why you’re asking.”
Shit. Am I a horrible liar or something? I’m considering my options when she snorts and pushes away from the wall.
“Okay. Okay,” I blurt, touching her arm. “I think, maybe, my dad knows them.”
She eases back to the wall, eyeing me strangely while I practically squirm before she says, “If your dad knows them, then he’s one of them. The Aces don’t have friends.”
“He never leaves the trailer,” I mumble.
“Hopefully you’re wrong,” she says, and I nod dumbly as she walks away.
Are they that bad? Whatever, it’s Joey…how dangerous can he be, especially when he’s hiding his affiliation in a damn shoebox in the closet.
To my surprise, Draven texts me later about a party. After agreeing to meet up, I finish out my shift and fix my hair and makeup.
She rolls up ten minutes later and I slide into her ride.
With her customary grunt, she takes off with a peal of the tires. It’s quiet for the first few minutes, which is not unusual, so I’m not worried about it until she says, “You can’t tell anyone about this.No one.”
“Tell who what?” I ask with a trickle of unease.
She drives down several residential streets before pulling up to a small house in a neighborhood I’ve never been to before.
