𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄 - 𝐁. 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒

prologue

"MOTHER-FUCKING CUNT!"

Annabeth Stark pressed her hand firmly down on the horn of her Porsche, eyes angry as she glared at the driver in front of her who was only going two miles above the speed limit.

"Move faster you piece of shit!"

Nobody was safe when Annabeth Stark was on the roads. She tended to drive like she was in a Nasar race, and the moment anyone went anything slower than twenty miles above the speed limit, they would be honked at and shouted at by a very upset Annabeth.

She truly had incredible road rage.

Huffing in annoyance, Annabeth slumped back against the driver's seat of her Porsche as she glared at the car in front of her.

In her defense, she had someplace to be; Chick-Fil-A.

"I want my fucking nuggies," Annabeth whined as the car in front of her slowed at a red light, only fueling her intense road rage as she let out a shout of annoyance.

To defend her once again, she was hangry.

A hangry Annabeth was never something anybody wanted to deal with. Let alone a hangry, road-raging Annabeth.

The moment the light turned green and the car in front of her didn't move, she slammed her hand down on the horn once again, shouting profanities from her lips.

She was more than happy the moment she came to the Chick-Fil-A drive through, taking an exceedingly fast turn, a giddy smile on her face as the car whipped around the corner and pulled into the parking lot, stepping out of her car and locking it as she walked into the building.

Annabeth had been to this specific Chick-Fil-A a multitude of times, meaning that the workers knew her as a regular and had her order ready within three minutes of her pulling into the parking lot. Not to mention being a part of the Stark family had its perks.

Smirking, Annabeth passed the waiting customers who did a double take upon realizing who it was, wiping the annoyed looks off of their faces.

"Here ya go, Beth," one of the Chick-Fil-A workers, Lila, said as she handed Annabeth a Chick-Fil-A bag and a lemonade, which Annabeth took gratefully, already sticking the straw in her mouth and taking a long sip of it.

"Thank Lila," Annabeth called, sauntering out of the restaurant and back to her car. She wasted no time in grabbing the chicken nuggets from the bag and opening them, taking a deep breath as she inhaled the delicious scent of the Chick-Fil-A nuggets and sauce.

Tearing out of the parking lot with ACDC playing, Annabeth made her way back out onto the road, much happier now that she had her food. She even managed to get back to her house without honking at anybody, which only happened once in a blue moon.

With a happy smile on her face, her Chick-Fil-A bag under her arm and lemonade in her hand, Annabeth slammed her car door shut with her foot as she made her way into her house.

Setting her food down on her kitchen counter she turned, her eyebrows raising as she took in the man sitting on her couch, legs crossed and hands folded neatly across his chest.

She knew who he was, and she wasn't very appreciative that he had broken into her home.

"You know, breaking and entering is a crime," she comments, pulling her waffle fries out of the Chick-Fil-A bag and dipping them into the Chick-Fil-A sauce before shoving it into her mouth, humming in delight at the taste.

She loved food.

"So is honking at an elderly person because they aren't going as fast as you want them to on the roads," the man responded, standing and making his way from her living room and into the kitchen where she stood.