Legacy Of The Wolf

Chapter 2) Louisiana Peaches

The door chime rang just before a silky voice spat out “good morning Louisiana peaches” Mj blushed and shot upright. She looked at Lou half horrified as a second voice rang out, just as deep as the first but not as soothing to the ears. “I think that’s Georgia peaches bro but I get what you mean”.

Mj stood frozen in utter disbelief before she spun around on one heel to face the taunters and perched her hands on her hips. “Excuse the f**k out of you!” she spat with as much disgust as she could muster.

The man standing in front of her was about a foot taller than she was, and had beautiful deep lagoon green eyes. His hair was a dusty gold blond with darker highlights dancing underneath the top layer, revealing how thick and beautiful it really was. His build was athletic and firm, his skin looked weather touched with different shades of neutral cream and olive tones. He was standing so close to her that she could swear she felt the air move around her, the corners of his mouth turned upward into a small wry smile as he leaned forward and almost whispered in her face,“ I said good morning.” This man stood so close Mj could smell him, he smelled musky but sweet and Mj caught herself inhaling a little deeper to savor the scent before the handsome stranger chuckled under his breath. Mj was now seething with annoyance not only had this jackass taken advantage of an unfortunate situation now he was insulting her intelligence. Mj wasn't sure if it was instinct or just poor choices but before she could second guess her decision she headbutted the beautiful man standing in front of her then pushed past his stunned companion and out the front door, ignoring an angry Lou yelling behind her. She raced out of the butcher shop and around the corner before jumping into Lou’s old beat up farm truck Lou, starting the old beast and yanking her into gear before the sequel of angry cold belts hauled her down the road toward the slaughterhouse and away from the problem she had just unnecessarily created for herself.

Mj drove a little ways down the road and pulled over, she hit the steering wheel with her palms and cursed herself. “What the actual f**k is wrong with you!” She began screaming at herself, “you are a grown ass woman, cant you f*****g act like one, you could have just walked away but no you had to act like a child and headbutt him.”

After taking several deep breaths she smirked a little as she remembered the satisfaction of cracking her skull against the soft cartilage of that jackass’s face. “Serves him right,” she thought out loud before making her way back onto the road and toward the s*******r house.