Mad Gold (Providence Gold 2)

The big pussy!“So,” Sonya, Tom’s wife, snickered. “What do you call your vibrator?”

“Tomb raider,” I deadpanned. I was lying, I just called it a vibrator, but if I had to name Madix’s cock, that’s what I’d call it.

He had such an awesome dick…

“Stop,” Luna gagged, pointing at me. “That’s my brother!”

Looking around, I saw the guys sitting looking uncomfortable, apart from Parker who hadn’t taken his eyes off Ariana after she’d been dragged back by Sonya. I’d give her credit, she hadn’t looked at him once and was acting like she didn’t have a care in the world as she played grape roulette with her cousin’s wife. Well, aside from her phone which kept pinging every couple of minutes.

“Did I say that out loud?” I whispered, praying to every magical Disney character that I hadn’t.

“No, but I know that look.”

“It’s the same one you have on your face when you think of Noah’s wienis,” Sonya snorted, making all the men at the table groan.

We’d been waiting for the other Townsends to arrive for over an hour, so when they walked in at that moment, I eyeballed the door behind them and calculated how I could get out of it with no one noticing.

“Dahlia,” Levi chuckled, keeping the door open with his foot. “You gotta come and see this.”

Following behind him, I looked in the direction he was pointing in and saw my little Toyota coming toward us. Squinting slightly, I saw something sticking out of the sunroof, but I couldn’t make out exactly what it was. Well, that was until it got nearer and then I realized that it was the top of Madix’s head as he sat hunched over in the driver’s seat.

“What the hell?”

I’d given Archer the keys this morning so he could go and check on it for me after I’d been ordered not to leave the safety of the Townsend’s property. I also needed my purse from the front of it, so he’d assured me he’d pick that up too. How this had resulted in a giant driving it with his knees up against his nostrils, I didn’t know.

By the time he pulled up in front of Luna and Noah’s house, all the Townsends had come out onto the porch to see what Levi was laughing at. I was sure most of them were recording it or taking photos, but I was still stuck on how he’d managed to fit behind the wheel.

“How the fuck did he get in there?”

“Is he driving with his toes?”

“Is that a bird in his hair?” I squinted harder at this question from the crowd, and sure enough there was a feather in his hair.

The look on his face as he cut off the engine and opened the door had everyone’s mouth snapping shut at once. He looked pissed! I wasn’t sure if it was driving my car, pain, or if something had happened, but if he’d used that expression when he was in the po-po, I was certain that the criminals would have shit themselves.

One leg came out awkwardly followed by the other, and then he unfolded himself – yes, unfolded – from the car and stood up with a grimace on his face. Archer, who’d been driving his truck behind Madix with Tate, walked up beside him and shook his head with a chuckle.

That was until they turned to face us all and we saw identical expressions of fury on their faces.

Oh shit!SeventeenMadixI was so far beyond pissed off that it was now a distant relation to the anger I was feeling. Someone had cut the hydraulics in vital machinery, almost ending up with a man being crushed. Then, when we’d been driving back, my vehicle had gone to shit almost as soon as we left the site. Tate had taken a quick look and had seen brake fluid leaking out from underneath it from a nice cut in the hose. As he’d discovered this, I’d opened up the gas tank and shone my torch in it on a hunch, and if I had to hazard a guess – some fucker had put water in there.

Fortunately, the guy who the Townsends trusted to oversee the sites, Richard Suave, had been driving with us, so he’d given us a ride back to Gonzales County, while my truck got towed to Dahlia’s garage.

The whole way back I’d had to listen to Tate telling us how sugar did jack shit to a car unless it blocked the filter, but if it was water, then my vehicle would be kinda fucked.

As we were driving past Dahlia’s house, I’d seen Archer coming out, so we’d stopped and told him what had happened. That’s when the assholes drove off leaving me to drive Dahlia’s tiny little car back to my house.

Half way there, a bird had swooped and skimmed the top of my head which I’d had no option but to stick out the sunroof, otherwise I could hardly see out the windshield. Then, to add a bit more to the shittastic drive of my life, I’d driven through a swarm of flies and had gotten a Charlie horse about three minutes away from my home.