Page 98 of Maddox
I’m not sorry about our lack of acquaintance when he pins his eyes on me. Bikers are dangerous. I know that but where Maddox has a teasing, playful air about him, this one, screams—run, don’t walk—away.
“Well, hello little Delaney,” Maddox says when I stop at the table. “How’d it go with the pig?”
Pig? Okay…
Although his tone is teasing, there’s a weird glint in his eyes. Why is he so cold?
Normally he’s an incorrigible flirt but maybe something changed after what we did. I just wish I knew what that was.
Either way, I’m tired and yes, a little sad to be here waiting on him after arguing with Peter when I should be with my family celebrating the holiday.
Which is why, I pull up my best bitchy tone and say, “Fine.”
Maddox frowns but the other man barks before he can respond, “Coffee.”
Jumping, I spin around and walk away. Once I’m behind the swinging doors, I clutch my pounding chest and sigh.
Between Maddox’s handsome visage, snarky attitude, and that other man’s commands, I’m afraid I might have a heart attack right here and now.
After a moment of composing myself, I bring the two coffees and place them on the table and ask, avoiding their stares, “Anything else?”
“Hm, Darcy around?” Maddox asks and I drop the hand holding my pad.
Maddox looks away working his jaw while I consider an appropriate response which doesn’t include throwing coffee in his face.
“Nope,” I finally say and stalk away to the family sitting two booths over.
After taking their order, I hide in the back, staring at the wall. Why is Maddox acting like an asshole?
Is it really about me? If so, fuck him.
I would think he’d be the last person to judge someone considering the life he chose.
Or maybe Draven said something? Maybe he thinks I’m a stage one clinger.
Groaning, I pound my head against the wall until Jack says, “Order up.”
Jumping into action, I push through the double doors and deliver the food to the family of four.
Although I’d rather leave them hanging, I move back to Maddox’s table on lead feet.
Why are they here? Shouldn’t Maddox be with his family, gorging on turkey and eating pumpkin pie.
The image forms in my mind before I shake it away. Yeah, I can’t really see Draven giving thanks for anything, so there’s that…
“Anything else?” I ask, avoiding Maddox’s stare.
This means I’m stuck meeting the stone-cold gaze of his companion and when he raises pale blue eyes my way, I shiver.
Talk about someone dancing over your grave. This man has zero fucks to give.
His glare bores a hole in my skull and I’m almost grateful when Maddox says, “We’re here for Darcy. She work tonight?”
“No,” I mutter, annoyed that I’m annoyed by his line of questioning.
Get over it, Delaney.You knew he was a player the night you met him.
Still, it feels particularly cruel to ask me aboutherafter he took my damn virginity. Asshole.
