Page 64 of Maddox
“Went to Thomas.”
Thomas High School is across the tracks. If I had stayed with Joey early on, that’s where I would have gone.
“Bro,” one of the Aces says. “Your ol’ man is looking for you.”
Kidd tips his head back and sighs before pushing Draven from his lap. “Gotta go.”
She pouts her lush red lips, but Kidd is immune as he points to the side of the house and says, “Go that way.”
After Draven snarls a goodbye, we follow the path around the house before emerging on the street.
Once we’re buckled up, Draven peels away from the curb and I glance at her sideways, before saying, “What was that?”
“You wanted to know about them,” she says, shaking her head.
Rolling my eyes to the ceiling I say, “Yeah,aboutthem…did you see all that shit they had piled up in there?”
“So?” she snorts.
Okay…
I don’t know what to say and after turning up the music, she speeds down the highway.
Halfway to the trailer she receives a call, and I listen to the one-sided conversation in which she snarls and swears while whoever seemingly returns the favor on the other end.
“Asshole,” she mutters, dropping her phone in the console. “I can’t take you all the way. My pops is all over my ass.”
“Okay.”
Although I’m curious, I don’t ask. Draven’s drama is none of my business and I should be worried about my own.
Once we’re back at the diner, she drops me off and I silently nod when she says, “Remember…tell no one.”
Does that include her brother and the Saints?
Chapter 13
Delaney
I’m nursing a headache and sore feet as I walk the rest of the way home. All I want is to curl up in my bed and sleep but when I get to the street that leads to the trailer, I spy a visitor at the door.
Joey doesn’t have guests. As far as I know, he doesn’t have friends. So, who’s he speaking to right now?
I can’t see Joey’s expression with the light at his back while he stands on the threshold, but he doesn’t ask the visitor inside and he’s blocking the entrance with his arms clutching the frame.
All the hair on my nape stands on end and I step across the street and behind our neighbor’s car.
From here, I see the visitor wave his arm before Joey says something and slams the door in his face.
The stranger stands there, staring at it for a few minutes before he looks around as though sensing my gaze.
I freeze, hoping he can’t see me in the darkness and watch him walk away, squinting to see more than his shadow but it’s impossible.
At the street, he drops his keys and when he bends down to pick them up, I see a flash of light on his chest.
Squinting, I step forward but pause. Is that Peter in his uniform?
I just don’t know, and I wait until he leaves, wishing he would turn back but relieved when he doesn’t.
