Mad Max Our Daily Bread Novels & Stories

The cough didn't come back. It's a small thing, that sound. Maximus called it the breadcrumb. You break bread before you break a line, Maximus used to say, and the breadcrumb is what you leave your men so they know they aren't alone in the room with their own fear. I've handed out a lot of breadcrumbs in my life. I haven't always been thanked for them. I've never asked to be. Ella was watching me again. "You're good with your men." "They're good men."

He spat, his voice dripping with venom. "I-i-i didn't intend for you to lose, you know that—" "Shut the hell up, slut!" He yelled, causing me to flinch. I hated it. "You think sharing the same table with the Maddox brothers is going to save you? Hahaha..." He burst into a wicked laughter, running a hand through his sweat-slick hair. "Just this night, bella. They fuck your brains out, and you're forgotten..." He slurred, laughing out even louder.

If he did not hold her, she would toss and turn, trembling all night. "Don't be scared. I'm here!" He rushed frantically to the couch and only grabbed the cashmere blanket. The dream ended there. The man slumped down, then suddenly heard a low battery warning. He followed the sound and found the phone Gianna used to use. The notes app had already synced its backup content. The last entry was frozen on Christmas Eve. "My stomach hurts so much. I miss Grandma. I miss home. "If there's a next life, can I please not meet you again? This is too painful."

** “You’re a good cook!” Early in the morning, I was awaken by the people’s voice living in the same roof. It felt weird having all the noise because I stayed at the silent hospital, and when I got out of my room they were eating their early breakfast? Or snack? I think it’s a snack because when we were done eating that the old lady name, Rani wanted to she wanted to cook breakfast with me, and now she’s praising me because of it.

Employees walk around, dishing out orders in their casual shirts and skirts, and as I slip into a seat next to a window, one of them stalks towards me with a blinding smile. “What would you like to order, sir?” “Black coffee.” “And?” “Some fruit.” “Would you like some freshly baked bread to accompany it?” She offers, and I shake my head, glancing at my watch impatiently. Ethan still isn't here. Is he going to ditch breakfast for a few minutes on bed, too?

I grabbed my towel and came out I packed my wet hair in a messy bun I wore an oversized t shirt that stopped at my knee I hopped downstairs and found Max with the pizza we order I took a slice seating next to him "Hey Max...what do you think of working in one of my companies?"I asked His eyes beamed with surprise "I think it's amazing"he answered unable to hide his happiness "Okay then... tomorrow will go"I said and continued eating the pizza The power supply was sezied unexpectedly Everywhere became dark immediately

Eve. "How dare me?" Max scoffed. "No!, How dare you?" Max said angrily. He looked so pissed that I feared that he might explode. "You can't just waltz in here and try to disrupt my happy day with your struggling beards." Max said and I almost laughed. "You need biotin." He said gesturing to my dad's beards. I bet the crowd was shocked by his words. This is why you should never get on Max's nerve. He's going to shred you, thread you and gobble you down like fried chicken from McDonald's.

They are in so much trouble. Dad Zarek had gone all blank by this time and it seemed he had got stoned (which Alpha Stone will literally do to him. Haha. Notice the play of words with ‘Stone’ ? :p) and Dad Lucan was shaking like a writhing dry leaf. It seemed like the two of them had seen a ghost but I guess they must be seeing their death instead. Mom won’t leave them alive when she finds out her food has been spiked by them and believe me when I say this but she always knows who did what.

I lied, my stomach choosing that moment to growl like a betrayed animal. "Your stomach disagrees." Madison pulled out a chair. "Sit. Eat. We have a long day ahead." I sat because arguing would take more energy than cooperation. “Who starts their day with quinoa?” I muttered under my breath, poking the fork into the salad like it might bite back. Madison remained unfazed. “You forgot holy water,” I grumbled. "Haha," She said dryly. "Very funny." The first bite of eggs hit my tongue and I nearly moaned. When was the last time food actually tasted like something?

I stare at him for some seconds still not able to place his face and madre speaks. "Today, my girl, you feast with me. Till your ulcer isn't a strong threat. " madre says to me and I nod rapidly in discomfort. ~ how would I be able to reject food when she is right before me!?. I can't eat the scarp they call food here! Oh dear, today just might be the day I step on her toes real bad.