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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"There are a million ways to lose someone you love." — Tamara Webber
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Chapter 54 <—————————————>
Maggie
No.
It couldn't be.
If it were my father, he wouldn't knock. He didn't ask for anything. He took and took until you were simply a corpse that he could take, too. If it were one of his goons, they would have the same twisted mindset.
Immediately, I turned to face the bed for a phone. With the security system Luke had in place, all it took were a couple taps to alert the authorities. Right now, though, I was just focused on looking at the security cameras.
The first phone that I saw was Lukes, so I grabbed it, yanking it from the charger. He wouldn't care.
Quickly, I powered it on. Just as I went to click past the lock-screen, I paused in my venture. The picture I took of us was set as his wallpaper.
A small smile skipped past my lips. Just as the sweetness of it set in, I was forced to abandon it when I heard the knock, again. This time was a bit lighter than the last.
Once I typed Luke's password in. I frowned at the error on the screen. Maybe I typed it in too fast.
I tried it again, but was met with the same results. Shit.
My head jerked up to the bathroom door. "Luke!"
"Yeah?" he shouted over the shower.
I glared down at the screen, my frustration growing. "What's your password?"
"0328."
I frowned, but shrugged it off as I typed it in. I wasn't sure why he changed it, but it wasn't too much of a concern right now.
I paused on the last digit. 0328?
March 28th.
The phone nearly slipped from my hand once the realization hit. My eyes widened at the bathroom door.
March 28th was my birthday.
My heart thumped at my rib cage, but not at the waiting guest. At him. I had to stop myself from just saying fuck the door, and going to that shower this instant.
My eyes returned to the screen as another knock sounded out.
"Mission," I demanded to myself in a whisper. "Focus on the mission, Maggie."
As soon as the app loaded, I opened the camera angled at the front of the house, and squinted my eyes at the man on the stairs.
I didn't recognize him. He looked around our age, maybe a year or two older. He had a head full of shaggy, black hair, a short, scrawny build, and a pair of big, round glasses. Agitation dug at his face as he waited for a response, but other than that, he looked harmless.
