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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"I had something to fight for, and I was fighting for the love of my life. I couldn't give up or give in—not now. Not after all I'd been through—all we'd been through." ― Shanora Williams, "100 Proof" ————————————————————
Chapter 84 <—————————————>
Luke
Kade and Levi were the most annoying sons of bitches to ever exist.
They hadn't let me leave last night like I intended, so I had to wait until morning to go and see the footage. I tried sneaking out, but as soon as I turned to grab my keys, I was staring right back into their eyes.
To get my revenge, I made sure to remind them that I hated them extra hard this morning. I waited until Kimberly was up since she was innocent in this, then connected my phone to Kade's stereo in the living room, and woke them up with recordings of monkey screeches that echoed through the house.
They deserved it.
I followed behind the manager as he led me to the surveillance room. The dumbass didn't even ask for any type of identification, but then again, everyone around here knew my face for reasons that I hated.
The manager, short and pudgy, with a head full of red curls and freckles kissing the skin below his eyes and around his nose. He wore a formal uniform with a tag that read Walter.
The security guard, who had obviously just been asleep, was sitting as straight as ever now in front of the monitor. Behind him, I stood with my arms crossed while he searched up the date I told him.
It took a moment for the multi-screens to load, but once it did, I jumped forward so quickly, I knocked the security guard off of his seat. He plopped to the ground with an oomph.
At his groan, I waved him off, "My bad." He'd be fine. Builds character.
Relieved, I observed the monitor over. There were so many views and directions recorded, a part of me was tempted to call Kimberly to thank her, again. I was definitely getting the girl a gift or some shit for this.
My eyes snapped up at a flicker of movement, narrowing back at the screen.
On the top right sat Maggie and my father. The floor was nearly empty with barely any other customers around. My father made it that way for a reason.
My fingers tightened around the corners of the table at the sight. That son of a bitch had no right to lay his fucking eyes on what was mine, let alone talk to her.
