Make Me Bad - R.S. Grey Page 0,8
private school I did, which would explain why she knows who I am.
“Did you grow up in Clifton Cove?”
She nods. “Born and raised.”
“And you went to Saint Andrews?”
I catch the moment her mouth lifts into a barely visible smirk. “No, Clifton High, and before you ask, I went to the public middle school and elementary school too.” The question of how she knows who I am is poised on my tongue when she continues in a mocking tone, “Everyone knows who you are—your last name is on half the buildings around town. The Rosenbergs might as well be royalty.”
As usual in life, my family’s legacy precedes me.
“Madison!” someone shouts up ahead, grabbing our attention. “Where the hell have you been?!”
“Oh God,” she hisses under her breath.
I glance up to see a man standing out on the porch of one of the homes a few yards away. It’s small compared to the mansions around it, a modest one-story on a half-lot. In the driveway, two police cruisers are parked side by side, and I wonder if somehow Madison alerted her dad to what happened without me realizing it.
She picks up her pace and I’m forced to follow. She aims an apologetic frown in my direction, and I don’t understand what it could possibly be for until I hear my name shouted from the porch. I look up to the large man in jeans and a white t-shirt, his gray hair trimmed in a short, military style. His face is contorted into an angry scowl and his eyes are locked right on me. Realization sets in.
“Ben Rosenberg, what the hell are you doin’ with my daughter?”
The question is asked by the man I now recognize as Derrick Hart, Chief of Police in Clifton Cove and apparently, Madison’s dad.
“Your last name is Hart?” I ask her.
She ignores me and glances up at her father. “Ben was just making sure I got home okay.”
He grunts in disbelief. “Is that why you’re a good two hours later than we expected you?”
I open my mouth, angry about the way he’s talking to her, but Madison’s gaze meets mine and she offers an infinitesimal shake of her head. I know I’d only make things worse for her by speaking up.
“It’s a long story and Ben’s gotta get home.”
Her dad doesn’t buy it. His eyes cut to me as he begins to walk down the stairs and down the front path. I’ve had a few run-ins with him over the years. Way back in high school, my friends and I could be arrogant assholes. We broke into public pools and raced our cars on deserted roads—typical kid shit. Since I turned eighteen, my record’s been squeaky clean. He shouldn’t be looking at me like he wants to pound me into dust.
His finger juts out accusingly. “I don’t want you anywhere near my daughter. You got that?”
Madison steps between us and holds up her hand. “Dad, seriously. Stop.”
I want to laugh. The situation couldn’t be more wrong. I just saved his precious daughter from being held at gunpoint and now I’m the bad guy? The same prejudice Mac and his friends felt toward me at the bar lives inside Chief Hart, too. He thinks I’m a spoiled rich kid, here to fuck with him and his daughter, like I don’t have more important shit to do with my time.
“I heard about the situation you got into earlier,” he says, staring pointedly at my black eye and busted lip. “Why were you over on that side of town anyway? Lookin’ for trouble?”
Madison steps right up to him, her hand hitting his chest. I shadow her, right there with her as if I’m worried he’ll turn his anger on his daughter, but I have nothing to worry about. The second he glances down, that fire in his eyes is doused. His thick gray brows tilt up and he frowns with loving concern.
“Maddie, we’ve been waiting for you since dinner. Colten even helped me with the banana pudding. Did you already eat?”
She nods her head and pushes him back toward the house. “Yeah, but pudding sounds nice. C’mon, let’s go inside.”
He lets her push him away. Maybe she’s got him wrapped around her finger, or maybe he feels bad because it’s her birthday; either way, she saves me from getting my ass chewed some more.
Other than a small glance she aims over her shoulder, neither of them acknowledge me as they walk inside. I’m definitely not invited up for some of that