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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"Love is but the discovery of ourselves in another, and the delight in the recognition." – Alexander Smith
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Chapter 42 <—————————————>
Maggie
"I hate your room."
With an eye roll, I stood up from my crouching position. "You've told me already. Four times."
"This is the fifth, then," Luke chuckled, tugging at my curtains. Releasing them, he stepped over to the box he was supposed to be taping up. "You know, seeing how bad you are at decorating only gave me another reason to hate you. Remind me to mark it on the list, later."
I scoffed, shoving the last of my tops into the box. "You wouldn't believe how long mine is for you." I threw a pillowcase to him, to which he caught and threw down into the pile.
"I'll be back." Luke taped his box up, setting it atop the others before he turned to face me, again. "I'm gonna go and get another one of those cinnamon rolls."
"Leave Jax's food alone, Luke. You've eaten six, already." They were meant for the both of us, but the moment Luke tasted one, he kept going back for another and passing it off as 'getting more tape.'
Luke let a look of shock pass over his expression, letting it remain as he took a step closer. "Oh shit, Norris."
"What?"
"You actually passed the first grade," he chuckled, tapping my nose. "Look at you: nearly making it to ten. That's my girl."
"I'm not accepting insults from the idiot who used a child's paintbrush to paint a wall."
Luke rolled his eyes, marking me with a glare. His lips parted for a response, but instead, he launched the tape at my chest, and walked out to meet Jax for more baked goods.
Asshole.
Amused, I went back to the task at hand. Boxing.
Well, really just pretending to box. I'd been finished for a while now, but just kept up the excuse to admire the place I'd probably never see, again.
Jax had called me early this morning to tell me that he took Tony's offer, and by the end of this week, he would be gone from the apartment, too.
A sense of pride and relief overpowered the sadness, for sure. He was taking just one of the steps that he should have already taken. And, he would continue to do so, if I had anything to say about it. I was so, so proud of him.
The threat from last night had remained my own. I didn't know the sender, but I knew the intent behind it. I knew that nickname from anywhere, along with its horrid background.
