Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 130512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 653(@200wpm)___ 522(@250wpm)___ 435(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 653(@200wpm)___ 522(@250wpm)___ 435(@300wpm)
Brett lifted his chin up, interjecting, “I’d love to do that.”
I kept on, “I don’t think you’d want the shareholders to hear about a board member’s ethical violation. We do have that pesky morals clause in every contract.”
He glared at me, pressed against the shed and rubbing his shoulder. He was having a hard time even standing. But I didn’t see the fear that should’ve been there. I sighed. None of this penetrated him. He was going to go home, drink some more, rage, and probably plan to hurt someone. I was looking at the face of a guy that would hire muscled men to find me in a dark parking lot.
Shit. Had it been me that brought us to this point? I had put hands on him.
Then again, when he shoved his kid and jerked Manning around by his helmet, I saw red. If he was doing that in front of witnesses, what was he doing behind closed doors?
Those were the kids that he—what did he say? He wanted them to meet him behind the shed?
What did that mean?
But I had another thought.
“Kai Bennett says hello,” I told him, watching intently.
He frowned. “Who?”
There’d been no flash of recognition. Nothing. No fear. No reaction at all. He didn’t know him. That meant he wasn’t the one who killed my dad.
He just jumped on an opening he saw to take advantage.
Still, for that alone, I was going to destroy him.
38
MADDY
Maddy: Max! You need to come over here.
Max: What? Why? R u okay?
Maddy: Shit is going dooooooooooowwwwwwwnnnnn. sorrybutnowayImsorry because something is happening.
Max: Fuck, Mads. I’m with the guys. It’ll take me a bit to get out of here. I thought we were meeting up later?
Maddy: Can’t. This is happening now. I have no idea what went down at the game, but something went down. My mom told me to stay by a different gate and wait for them.
Max: Let me guess. You didn’t.
Maddy: No way. I could see something was happening by the players’s entrance. By the time I got over there, Traine’s dad was glaring at my dad. My dad was glaring at Traine’s dad.
Max: Something happened between your dad and Moreaux’s dad?
Maddy: See? Right there. Why don’t you use his nickname? He told you to use it. Traine. It’s not hard to say.
Max: Haha. Tell me what else happened. I’m almost out of here.
Maddy: You’re at the fighting shed?
Max: No. House party in Roussou. Fighting shed got axed tonight. Don’t know why.
Maddy: I forget you know people there.
Max: Maddy! Keep telling me what’s going on.
Maddy: I will if you promise to start using Traine’s nickname. I thought you were okay with them.
Max: I’m never going to be okay with three guys you hang out with at school when I’m not there. And don’t think they wouldn’t fuck you if you gave them a nod. But yeah, for guys, they’re not that bad.
Maddy: That’s so confusing.
Max: Don’t worry about it, my little sociopath.
Maddy: You certainly know how to talk to me.
Max: FFS. Finish the other stuff. Also, where am I going to get you?
Maddy: I’m at the house. We got back after the game and it was weird. Really weird. My dad—I’ve heard stories about him. I know he and Mom did things back in the day, with Uncle Logan. Like, crazy things, but they’ve all just been stories. They weren’t real because my dad is my dad. He’s a softie. NOT TONIGHT!
Max: what happened???? You’re driving me nuts. Your dad didn’t hurt you, did he?
Maddy: OH MY GOD, NO! GROSS. DISGUSTING. WHO ARE YOU? DO YOU NOT EVEN KNOW ME?
Max: Maddy. You’re scaring me. I have seen that side of your dad. I see that side of my own dad all the time. They did crazy and illegal shit back in the day. I fully believe it. I don’t know why you don’t.
Maddy: Well, excuuuuuuuse me, Mr. my dad is a bounty hunter and guns down criminals every day. He wears a gun. Yeah. You’ve seen more, but my dad wears tights and a helmet for a living. Or used to.
Max: Thinking a football uniform is not exactly the same thing as tights. And my dad doesn’t gun down criminals. They use tasers.
Maddy: He still wears a gun. Every day. And close enough. Like any daughter wants to see that? Whoever’s thinking up the football uniform doesn’t consider the daughters’s POV.
Max: Thinking they are, just not the daughters of the players. Get back to the story. What happened when you got home? I’m in the truck. Heading to Fallen Crest.
Maddy: Thank God. They’re almost out of here.
Max: Who is?
Maddy: Anyway, so we got back and my dad started asking me all these questions about Traine, Axe, and Steele. And he was not looking happy.
Max: What was he asking about?
Maddy: What do I know about them? Have I been hanging out with them since my dad crashed their party? Has Traine mentioned anything about his dad? If I was at the house, was I ever there when his dad was around? But it’s not really what he was saying, it was how he was saying it.