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| Maggie McIntyre | Jun 8 2016, 03:48 PM Post #1 |
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The Banshee of HATE
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It would have barely taken three hours to make the drive from Boston to Albany if it hadn’t been so goddamn rainy. Maggie had to pull her new motorcycle over under an overpass more than once to wait out the precipitation before she could continue her journey. She’d left at nine this morning and just pulled up to the garage of her cousin’s house now. At almost 3 in the afternoon. She sighed, putting the kickstand down on the bike and taking her helmet off. Kari knew she was coming and had left her a key under the mat. With such a large house, she didn’t mind having a few extra family members over to visit, even with five children to look after. Maggie’s cousin was a super-mom, for all intents and purposes, and ran a tight ship. Though, there was no one to greet the rookie after she found the key and opened the door. Maggie wasn’t shocked. Her cousin was undoubtedly out at some extracurricular event for one of her kids. The silence was actually kind of nice. It would certainly help her to get over the fact that her body hadn’t quite stopped vibrating yet from riding that motorcycle for so long. The red and black Suzuki had been a surprise gift from her father and Grimm, though she hadn’t told anyone as to where she got it from. It wasn’t their business. With the garage closed, Maggie headed up the two flights of stairs to the guest room Kari always let her sleep in and closed the door behind her. She hadn’t brought any clothes, but borrowing a few things from her cousin wasn’t out of the question. Kari had impeccably similar taste and they were close in size. The helmet was put down on the dresser before she collapsed on the bed. This would be good for the both of them. She and Mike needed time apart. They needed room to breathe, especially after moving in together so quickly. What the hell was he thinking? Giving his rival a pay raise. Why couldn’t he see that the only way to really beat Haven was to outright ignore him? She loved her boyfriend, but he was not the sharpest knife in the block sometimes. He cared about her, he protected her as best he could...but that didn’t make him Haven’s equal in the arena of mindgames. Alexander Haven was smarter and more cunning, more willing to stoop to levels that Michael Draven couldn’t even dream of. Why else would the bastard be a constant presence in the younger Draven’s head for more than fifteen years? Her phone buzzed in her pocket and she pulled it out, glaring at the screen. He was texting her again. Wait. No. That wasn’t Mike’s number. That was-- Oh for the love of fuck. We need to talk soon. Take this show off. Stay home. I’ll be in Albany to speak with you after Battlelines. Goddamn it. That wasn’t a command she could refuse either. Though, perhaps it was best she didn’t go to the show. Erik Draven was coming to Albany to speak with her in less than a week. She couldn’t rightly tell him to fuck off, not if she wanted to keep her job. Maggie sighed, this was going to be a stressful week even if she was in hiding. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ |
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