C90 ICE NINETY: I NEED HOME.

ICE NINETY: I NEED HOME.

MADISON'S POV

"Fuck."

The word shocked me more than Maverick's split lip. He never swore. Never lost his composure enough for profanity.

"I can't believe that son of a bitch tackled me into a fight." He touched his jaw gingerly, wincing.

"I'm sorry."

"There's no need to be sorry," he muttered, wincing as I pressed a cold pack of ice over the swelling on his cheek