VICTORIA'S POV
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"I still can't believe he didn't show up" I say, practically hissing as I shake my head while slowly stirring my coffee, staring as the whiteness of the milk mixes into the darkness, making it a lighter brown. Ryder huffs beside me, chest bouncing as he moves to the fridge, putting the milk back in it's place. Coward, that's what Jax is. He's a damned Coward for not showing up, and even a day later, Sheila still has no news about why he didn't show up.
"Me neither," Ryder eventually says with disbelief and a hint of anger is twinged in his tone. I try not to think about that pause before he answered, about what it could mean. I try not to overthink about it, to make something up. Picking up the warm cup of steaming coffee, I hold it with both hands like something preci
