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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"People protect what they love." — Jacques Yves Cousteau ————————————————————
Chapter 29 <—————————————>
Luke
My phone vibrated for the millionth time tonight. Just as I had all day, I moved quickly to pick it up, but of fucking course, it wasn't who I wanted it to be. Just my dad, or one of his assistants attempting to reach out to me.
I shoved a frustrated breath out, slamming the phone onto the mattress. Cupping my hands around my face, I pulled myself up until my back was against the cool headboard.
I needed to dunk my head in ice water or something. Anything. My mind was a shit-show right now, and I was nothing but the barer of it.
Why hadn't Norris called me yet? No text, no call, no update, nothing. And, it was driving me off my shit.
I'd done both, but to no avail. She hadn't even read it. The only source I had that she was still alive was Jax. He'd responded, and told me that she'd been locked in her room ever since she got home. As badly as I despised the answer, I appreciated the response. His sister could learn a damn thing or two.
Still, that didn't help my frustration. I needed to know more about what was going on. Was she okay?
Whoa.
My heart was beating out of my fucking chest. My body felt as if it were being wrung, and twisted like a towel. I couldn't understand what was fucking with me so bad about this.
I glared across the room, and right into the television for no reason other than wanting to push my frustration onto something else. Why was I frustrated, and why was that making me even more fucking frustrated?
Swinging my legs over the bed, I slammed my hands down on the mattress with much more force than necessary. I wasn't going to get any sleep, that bit was obvious.
A part of me wished I would have just shut the fuck up about her boy toy. I had noticed the earring on the driver's side of his car when I opened the door, but I figured there was no way in hell Maggie saw it. I didn't think it could be hers, because I'd never seen her wear earrings before.
And, if not for the earrings, it was him being way too nonchalant over letting his girl go to another event with another man. If a man didn't give a fuck that much, it meant that he had other plans, or other women to make up for it. I knew from that moment that he'd fucked around on her before, but she didn't have to know that.
I told her, though. I'd planned to say the shit just to fuck with her head, but the moment I saw the hurt in those huge ass green eyes of hers, I'd never shut the fuck up so fast. The only reason I opened it, again, was because I didn't like to see her dumb herself down for a bitch, or for any man for that matter.
