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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"The big lesson in life, baby, is never be scared of anyone or anything." — Frank Sinatra ————————————————————
Chapter 8 <—————————————>
Maggie
"Do you have your taser?" Jax asked, tightening the collar of my jacket. "And, the pepper spray, don't forget the pepper spray."
"Yes, I have it all," I grumbled, smacking his hands away. "And, I never forget the pepper spray."
"Right." A sigh fell as he shook his head. "Out of all of the crazy shit you've done, this one might be the worst."
"Yeah, you're telling me." I massaged at my temples at the reminder. "Who would've known the mayor's bastard would be the one to catch me?"
Jax chuckled, though it was weak. "The mayor's bastard," he murmured to himself before looking to me. "Is he even really a bastard, or is that like your kinky nickname for him or some shit?"
"First off: there is no kinky name because there is none and will never be, any type of kinkiness with him." Wiping the disgust from my tone, I added with a shrug, "And, rumors say that he's mayor Ryan's secret baby or some shit. Except, it became not so secret when his assistant leaked Luke's existence."
The blogs were all over, but most of them were taken down by—if I would guess—Mayor Ryan himself, but he couldn't get them all. Of course, I had to do some digging when it came to Luke. I couldn't just walk into war with no ammunition.
Jax nodded, chuckling at the information. Just as I opened my mouth, he shoved a warm pancake right in. I rolled my eyes but chewed anyway, taking the rest out by my fingers.
"If I have to be his fucking employee for the next two years, I'm going to remind him every single minute of his cursed parentage," I grumbled, snatching another bite from the pancake. "Every. Single. Minute."
Jax turned, forking through his eggs. He paused to point a finger at me. "No, you won't. As much as I hate this for you, be grateful that he hasn't called the cops. And, by be grateful, I really mean watch that mouth of yours before he takes it and uses it as an excuse to throw your ass in a jail cell, Mags." His eyes narrowed in warning as he turned back around.
"Yeah, yeah, I know." I sighed out, grumpily. "I can't help it, though. It's not my fault he's such a sensitive little—"
"Maggie," Jax hissed in warning. "I'm serious. You need to be careful. The man's an ass, but you'll have to tolerate him if you want to stay out of prison."
"Yeah, well..." I tossed the rest of the pancake back, and stood up from my chair. "Those two choices are looking pretty freakingsimilar about now."
