I nodded, but I had no fucking intention of leaving that bitch to carry out her vendetta. This time, I would make sure Madison was safe and do whatever the fuck it took to make that happen.
Chapter 17
Madison
The next morning I woke at seven, alone in J’s bed. He and Dad had come back from meeting with Bullet and told us about Nix’s sister, Mandy. J appeared quite pissed off about it all, but Dad was pretty calm so I wasn’t going to worry about it too much at this point. Although, I had met Mandy once and she was a crazy bitch, so perhaps I should be worried about it. J was going out with Scott and Nash today to find her, but I hadn’t expected him to leave so early, without waking me first.
I got up, made coffee and then tried to phone J. My call went straight to message bank so I left him a message to call me back. Fifteen minutes later he still hadn’t called so I tried him again. Now I was beginning to feel like a nagging wife but I just wanted to say good morning. The call went to message bank again, so I left another message. I hung up and put my phone down. That was it; no more calls to him until he rang me back.
Right. It was time to get ready for the day; I had a yoga class booked for eight o’clock and then a hair appointment at one. After finishing my coffee, I had a shower, got dressed and was out the door. J had left me the keys to his Jeep, which I was grateful for. I arrived at the yoga studio ten minutes later and checked my phone; still nothing from J. It was starting to piss me off, but I tried to remind myself that he was technically at work so perhaps he was occupied with stuff. I shoved my phone in my bag and headed inside; I was more than ready for a session and hopefully the knot of tension I felt in my gut at the moment would be eased by the yoga.
***
Just over an hour later I was fumbling with the car keys trying to get them in the lock when my phone rang. Yoga hadn’t smoothed any of the tension from my body, and as I struggled with everything in my arms in order to get to my phone, I threw a hissy fit and just let everything fall to the ground.
“Fuck!” I yelled, as I retrieved the phone from the ground and answered it.
“Madison,” it was Scott, “Where the fuck is J?”
Well, fuck me. This day was quickly turning into one big ‘ole pile of shit. Yes, where the fuck was J, if not with Scott? “I’ve got no idea,” I snapped back at him, “I thought he was with you.”
Scott was fuming. “Well he should be, but he’s not fuckin’ here.”
“I’ve left him two messages, but he hasn’t replied to either of them.”
“Yeah, not answering my calls either. Okay, gotta go,” he said and hung up.
I was left staring at my phone. God, I loved the way my brother spoke to me. Not. And again, my mind swung to J. Where was he? I dialed him again, hoping he might actually answer my call this time. No fucking luck; it went to message bank yet again, and now I was really shitty. I picked up the rest of my crap that was strewn across the ground and finally unlocked the car door. Throwing everything on the passenger seat, I got in, started the car and threw it into reverse. Screaming out of the parking lot I shoved my sunglasses on and turned the music up really fucking loud. What better way to drown in one’s own shitty mood than with some Avenged Sevenfold.
I swung past his house hoping he might be there but he wasn’t, so I continued onto the clubhouse. As I parked the car, I saw Scott walking out the front door and quickly got out of the car to catch him before he left.
It had been about twenty minutes since I had spoken to him and he was still pissed off so I guessed that he hadn’t found J yet.
“Any luck finding him?” I asked, as he approached me.
“Haven’t spoken to him yet, but got word as to where he might be so we’re heading out there now,” he answered me gruffly.
“What is going on? Why has J gone off the grid today?” I asked Scott, even though it was highly unlikely he would give me an answer. A girl can try though, right?
“Madison, I don’t have time for twenty fuckin’ questions right now,” he barked.
I threw my hands up. “Fine! But when you find him, tell him I expect a call.”
Scott shook his head, clearly exasperated, “I’m not getting involved in your drama with J. That shit’s between the two of you.”
He walked past me towards his bike and I flipped him the bird. Even though he didn’t see it, it still made me feel good. “Fuck you, too!” I yelled and stormed off in the direction of the clubhouse.
A few minutes later the rumble of bikes sounded as he and a couple of the boys left. I was now pissed at both J and Scott, and needed to vent so I pulled out my phone as I headed inside. Dialing Serena, I noted how empty the clubhouse was and thanked the universe for some peace and quiet.
Serena answered on the first ring. “Why haven’t I heard from you for days?”
I laughed. “Well, why haven’t I heard from you? And it hasn’t been days, you drama queen!”
“I’ve been busy screwing hot guys. What’s your excuse, chica?”
“Oh, I bet you have,” I had no doubt that’s exactly what she had been doing, “I’ve been busy screwing one hot guy,” I answered her with a wicked grin on my face.
Chapter 17
Madison
The next morning I woke at seven, alone in J’s bed. He and Dad had come back from meeting with Bullet and told us about Nix’s sister, Mandy. J appeared quite pissed off about it all, but Dad was pretty calm so I wasn’t going to worry about it too much at this point. Although, I had met Mandy once and she was a crazy bitch, so perhaps I should be worried about it. J was going out with Scott and Nash today to find her, but I hadn’t expected him to leave so early, without waking me first.
I got up, made coffee and then tried to phone J. My call went straight to message bank so I left him a message to call me back. Fifteen minutes later he still hadn’t called so I tried him again. Now I was beginning to feel like a nagging wife but I just wanted to say good morning. The call went to message bank again, so I left another message. I hung up and put my phone down. That was it; no more calls to him until he rang me back.
Right. It was time to get ready for the day; I had a yoga class booked for eight o’clock and then a hair appointment at one. After finishing my coffee, I had a shower, got dressed and was out the door. J had left me the keys to his Jeep, which I was grateful for. I arrived at the yoga studio ten minutes later and checked my phone; still nothing from J. It was starting to piss me off, but I tried to remind myself that he was technically at work so perhaps he was occupied with stuff. I shoved my phone in my bag and headed inside; I was more than ready for a session and hopefully the knot of tension I felt in my gut at the moment would be eased by the yoga.
***
Just over an hour later I was fumbling with the car keys trying to get them in the lock when my phone rang. Yoga hadn’t smoothed any of the tension from my body, and as I struggled with everything in my arms in order to get to my phone, I threw a hissy fit and just let everything fall to the ground.
“Fuck!” I yelled, as I retrieved the phone from the ground and answered it.
“Madison,” it was Scott, “Where the fuck is J?”
Well, fuck me. This day was quickly turning into one big ‘ole pile of shit. Yes, where the fuck was J, if not with Scott? “I’ve got no idea,” I snapped back at him, “I thought he was with you.”
Scott was fuming. “Well he should be, but he’s not fuckin’ here.”
“I’ve left him two messages, but he hasn’t replied to either of them.”
“Yeah, not answering my calls either. Okay, gotta go,” he said and hung up.
I was left staring at my phone. God, I loved the way my brother spoke to me. Not. And again, my mind swung to J. Where was he? I dialed him again, hoping he might actually answer my call this time. No fucking luck; it went to message bank yet again, and now I was really shitty. I picked up the rest of my crap that was strewn across the ground and finally unlocked the car door. Throwing everything on the passenger seat, I got in, started the car and threw it into reverse. Screaming out of the parking lot I shoved my sunglasses on and turned the music up really fucking loud. What better way to drown in one’s own shitty mood than with some Avenged Sevenfold.
I swung past his house hoping he might be there but he wasn’t, so I continued onto the clubhouse. As I parked the car, I saw Scott walking out the front door and quickly got out of the car to catch him before he left.
It had been about twenty minutes since I had spoken to him and he was still pissed off so I guessed that he hadn’t found J yet.
“Any luck finding him?” I asked, as he approached me.
“Haven’t spoken to him yet, but got word as to where he might be so we’re heading out there now,” he answered me gruffly.
“What is going on? Why has J gone off the grid today?” I asked Scott, even though it was highly unlikely he would give me an answer. A girl can try though, right?
“Madison, I don’t have time for twenty fuckin’ questions right now,” he barked.
I threw my hands up. “Fine! But when you find him, tell him I expect a call.”
Scott shook his head, clearly exasperated, “I’m not getting involved in your drama with J. That shit’s between the two of you.”
He walked past me towards his bike and I flipped him the bird. Even though he didn’t see it, it still made me feel good. “Fuck you, too!” I yelled and stormed off in the direction of the clubhouse.
A few minutes later the rumble of bikes sounded as he and a couple of the boys left. I was now pissed at both J and Scott, and needed to vent so I pulled out my phone as I headed inside. Dialing Serena, I noted how empty the clubhouse was and thanked the universe for some peace and quiet.
Serena answered on the first ring. “Why haven’t I heard from you for days?”
I laughed. “Well, why haven’t I heard from you? And it hasn’t been days, you drama queen!”
“I’ve been busy screwing hot guys. What’s your excuse, chica?”
“Oh, I bet you have,” I had no doubt that’s exactly what she had been doing, “I’ve been busy screwing one hot guy,” I answered her with a wicked grin on my face.
