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 greatest gift our parents ever gave us was each other." – Unknown ————————————————————
Chapter 31 <—————————————>
Maggie
"Heads or tails?" I questioned, sliding the cool coin in between my fingers.
"Tails." Jax leaned against the counter, his arms crossed. "Shoot it."
The idiot always chooses the losing side.
We both watched as the coin flipped into the air, but I didn't catch it on time. It landed across the counter with a clink, before we both nearly bumped heads trying to make a reach for it. I caught sight of it before Jax snatched it away.
Laughing, I thrust a finger at him. "Heads! We're having steak fingers."
He threw the coin at my chest with a scowl. "Bullshit. You cheated."
I grinned with joy, pinching at his ear. "Denial's an idiot's bliss."
"Yeah, well." He slapped my hand away, rolling his eyes as he walked to the refrigerator. "You should know."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
He turned his back to me, but I couldn't exactly place why. "You'll see."
"Okay, Madonna," I threw at him. "Quit with the subliminal messages, and just tell me what's up."
I saw his shoulders rise and fall in a shrug as he adjusted the oven temperature. "I'm just saying you and the mayor's bastard have—"
"Don't call him that," I corrected, immediately. "Ever again."
Jax cocked his head, jerking around to face me. A smirk hung across his lips before it went into a full pledged grin. "And, now you're defending him."
I shook my head. "I'm not—" I paused when I realized that I was. "Fine, I am. So what? He's my friend."
"Friend?" he repeated in a teasing tone. "You know, I couldn't help but note a lot of anger behind that statement about him being a bastard."
I shrugged his shit off with a scowl. This was nothing more than me defending my friend. That was what friends did for one another.
"Yeah, well," I started, stepping to the fridge for the steak fries. "I don't wanna hear you repeat that shit, ever again. If you hear anyone else saying it, correct it. I don't give a damn who it is, or what they think they know."
"Gotcha," he nodded, side-eying me. "But, you do realize that you're the one who started it, right?"
I wanted to slam his head against the fridge to knock some sense into him, but refrained. He didn't know what I knew, no one did. I wasn't going to be the one to tell them, either. I wouldn't ever betray Luke in that sense, but I wouldn't ever sit quiet while someone disrespected his name, either.
