Maggie Norris and Luke Vaudest come with attitudes of stone-cold, rude, sarcastic snakes. Every single time the pair have clashed, it has never ended up being a good thing. The two are more than fine with never crossing paths, again.
Until Maggie d...
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"Anger is an acid that can do more harm to the vessel in which it is stored than to anything on which it is poured." — Mark Twain ————————————————————
Chapter 6 <—————————————>
Luke
I couldn't breathe.
The longer I drove, the more my mind replayed the past fucking twenty-four hours, and the more my breath ceased in my chest. I didn't even have asthma, but fuck me, did it feel like it.
My bruised fingers tightened around the wheel as I swerved onto the exit. I didn't even know where the fuck I was going; I just knew I needed a minute or an hour, or an entire fucking lifetime to process this shit.
When I got the notification alert that my building had been broken into, I thought it'd be a stray dog or a homeless person trying to find a place to sleep for the night.
Neverin my fucking life did I think it would be that annoying fucking little pest on my shoulder, Maggie Norris.
My jaw clenched so tightly, I thought the bone would pop. Even her name made me want to go back, and finish off her car. I should have done it while I was there, but I needed to get out of there before I lit her entire fucking house on fire.
I didn't hit women, but fuck me. That girl made me question what little restraint I did have against my temper. Then, she had the nerve to look at me with those big fucking green eyes to try and make me feel guilty.
If anything, she was lucky I hadn't called the cops the moment I saw her ass on the footage.
She destroyed the only thing I had going for me. The only thing that I had done on my own, the only thing that would link my mother and I when she was gone. The only thing that my father couldn't take from me. It was nearly gone because of her, and her stupid fucking animosity for me.
And, for the life of me, I couldn't figure it out. How the hell did she know about the building in the first place? Only Kade and Levi did.
Why had she done it?
We had traded many, many insults, arguments, and shared hateful looks over the past two years, but we never had any personal damn vendetta against one another. We didn't know each other well enough to have one.
We sure as hell did, now, though.
I scrubbed a hand across my face, attempting to loosen my jaw, but to no avail. Levi always told me that I had a natural resting bitch face, but right now, that wouldn't have shit to do with my expression for the next couple of days.
I didn't even know what to do with the damn girl. I had threatened her with the cops just to set her off, but I hadn't considered it. Prison was too good for the little devil; I needed to get back at her with such harrow that it'd nearly kill her.
