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Janie’s Got a Gun was blasting from the speakers in the cab of a red Chevy pick-up truck. The thing was old and beyond just rusty, it was straight out rotten and it was a wonder that it still rolled down the road. It was more a bucket than it was a truck. The girl behind the wheel was singing along as she took a turn to the left, leaving the main road and heading further down the dirt one that led to an old wooden chapel somewhere in the middle of nowhere, Georgia. 

Her name wasn’t Janie. It was Lilliana. Lilliana Macie Andrews. Or just Lilly. Or baby girl, like her daddy used to call her way back when that was what she had been - an afraid little girl.

She wasn’t an afraid little girl anymore though. She wasn’t even Lilly. 

She went by Macie now and Macie didn’t have a gun, but what she did have was five cans of gasoline, a box of matches, and a plan. 

***

Macie had been three and running a fever, moody and crying, acting like any sick kid would, really. It had been too much for Stephanie though. Stephanie Forbes had never wanted this kid, she only wanted a better math grade to enhance her college chances. She had been a problem child, but did not want to stay one forever. 

Her math teacher was Randy Andrews, known among girls at her school to happily trade grades for a blowjob, but Steph had needed more than just one grade up, so it cost more. When she found out about the baby, she thought mr. Andrews would help her, she was even naive enough to think the man would leave his wife, but he didn’t. He said he could never, not for anyone and definitely not for her. He also refused to pay for an abortion. In Randy’s mind, Stepahnie was someone else’s problem, not his. Her parents felt the same, this child wasn’t their problem either, so Stephanie was left taking care of the kid on her own. The girl had no motherly bone in her body, she was still a kid herself, only 17 when she got pregnant and barely 18 when she gave birth. She had cps constantly breathing down her neck, but no matter how hard she tried to make it happen, those fuckers just wouldn’t take the burden away from her. So when Macie was three, running a fever, moody and crying, Stephanie said fuck it and dropped her daughter on her father’s doorstep before she disappeared out of town. Had she known that the child would turn into another one of Randy’s victims, maybe she never would've done it. 

Randy Andrews didn’t want this kid either, obviously. He was a highschool teacher, a well liked and respected member of society, married to the love of his life, a woman named Theresa, with whom he formed a perfect little family - the two of them, two kids and a dog. Randy had a dirty little secret, but he kept it well hidden and it never had to reach the light of day. Life was good. 

Until it wasn’t. It took three years, but dirty secrets found their way into his home and it ruined his family. His wife left, she took the kids - Noah was six at the time and his perfect little sister, Eva, was four. Theresa didn’t even leave the dog.

Randy tried telling himself over and over again that it wasn’t Macie’s fault, none of it was. She was now here and she was all he had. His life started going downhill though, he lost his family first, then his job and soon after, the house. Someone had to take the guilt and Randy refused to accept his own share of it. It was all Stephanie’s fault, but that little druggie whore wasn’t there to receive the brunt of the man’s anger. So, little by little, bit by bit, all of that rage landed on Macie’s small shoulders. 

She was, after all, the one who ruined his life.

Things have never been good for Macie, but it was at the age of thirteen that they turned from bad to worse.

Way worse.

***

Macie was fifteen when she first tried to erase traces of abuse from her skin and see how things would feel when they were welcomed. The girl only wanted to kiss a guy she liked and maybe make out a little, nothing more than that. It turned into a struggle though, into yet another asshole trying to hurt her. She made the boy pay right away, smashing a bottle into his pretty face. 

He didn’t look so pretty anymore after that, but he knew what he had done, so she never suffered any consequences. Besides, making him pay felt so good and it was at that point in time that she decided to make her father pay one day too. 

She stuck to drugs after that for a while, nothing too heavy, just some things to make her feel more normal and life somewhat livable. 

It was at the age of eighteen that she ran away from home. Randy had tried having his way with her again but she fought back. It was then, during her father’s fit of rage, that she found out about what happened to her mother, who she had been trying for years to find. 

“She came looking for ya, bet ya didn’t know that! That lil' slut wanted to take you away from me too, but I wouldn’t have it!” Sometimes she could still hear Randy’s voice boom inside of her head. “I got her good, sent her straight back to hell!” 

***

Now, Macie was twenty two and standing near a small wooden chapel in the middle of nowhere, Georgia. The door was hatched and all the windows barricaded. The bastards trapped inside were left with no way out. She could almost feel the flames licking her skin as she stood so close and watched the place burn down into nothing. The screams might’ve been haunting for some, but were freeing for her. 

*Ah! perhaps a burning match might be some good, if she could draw it from the bundle and strike it against the wall, just to warm her fingers. She drew one out—“scratch!” how it sputtered as it burnt! *

The little match seller by H.C.Andersen

Macie didn’t bother waiting for the show to be over, she gladly would, but it was quite a spectacle and it could draw people, no matter how secluded the spot. She couldn’t risk that, it just wasn’t worth it. 

Even though a clever girl, she never did particularly well at school, but it was hard to focus when one was afraid all the damn time. It was hard to learn when one wasn’t given the peace and quiet to do it. She learned a lot of other things though. She wasn’t school smart, but well aware of people being shit most of the time, if not always. So she felt no guilt, they killed her innocence, now she was killing them in return. 

She grabbed the money from the wooden can she was standing next to. That had been a part of her plan too. Her father and those bastards owed money all over and she was keeping an eye on them from afar. The easiest way to take them out has been just that - using their debts to her own advantage. 

The four men had all gotten the same note a week ago. They were to bring the money to this exact location, drop it into the wooden can by the old well and go wait into the church for the money to be counted. The note came with a warning - if as much as a penny was missing, they would all go up in flames. 

They should’ve counted better , she thought and snickered to herself. She had no idea how much she had in the can, but it sure looked like a nice sum. 

Now she jumped back into her old Chevy and headed back out on the road. First she had, of course, made sure that no traces of her ever being at the crime scene could be found. She wasn't even in Georgia. No, of course she wasn’t. She left Georgia at the age of eighteen and hadn’t returned since. 

She had been working at a gas station somewhere in North Carolina for some time, more than a year even, then moved to a small town in Kentucky where she stayed for a few months working at a local diner, then Tennessee and, right now, well right now she was in Galveston, Texas, enjoying The East Beach. The owner of that small hotel she booked her stay in could confirm it anytime, in case anyone asked. But why would anyone even ask? No one would ever know what she has done. It was the perfect crime and she left no loose ends. More than four years of planning it into the tiniest little detail had paid out. Now it was finally done.

***

She had been driving for three days straight, taking small breaks every now and then, mostly sleeping in the truck. The truck was no good though, so she got rid of it somewhere in Nebraska, buying a small Golf, the color red of course, and continued her journey. She made a short stop somewhere in Wyoming that day, to grab some food, stretch her legs, have a smoke and take a shower. The sun was slowly setting in the distance by the time she reached Utah. It had been on her to do list ever since she ran off and started moving from state to state, so her father would never find her. Utah was known as the land of national parks, outdoor adventures and red rock arches and it all sounded so nice and new and different, so she decided to find a room in whatever town came next and just stay for a few days at least. That was when she passed the sign -

Welcome to Cainville, Utah.

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There was a bar on the side of the road, the sign read The Luna Mesa and, across the street from the Luna Mesa, there was also a hotel. From what she could see, all the lights in the building were out, but it was late, so it was no wonder. The bar was obviously working though, so Macie left her car in the parking lot and made her way towards the door. As soon as she stepped foot inside, she could feel eyes on her, from all sides and corners and she almost shrank in on herself. Shit! Are they on to me?! Have I made a mistake? What if they saw my face all over the news? It was a stupid invasion of thoughts. No one has seen her face before and no one was on to her. The assholes were just curious. 

She took a deep breath and a seat at the bar, then ordered a cup of coffee and a shot of whiskey, now that she was finally taking a damn break long enough to celebrate her newfound freedom.

Whiskey in the Jar was playing on the jukebox in the corner. Not bad . Some guys were playing pool in the back, surrounded by some chicks. Macie grinned happily, flipping the menu over and realizing that they were also serving food in this place. Her body had started making loud complaining noises a while ago but ended up being ignored, up until now. She was about to order a regular burger when someone nudged her side. 

“Utah burger with homemade fry sauce, gotta trust me on this one…” 

Macie’s hazel eyes flashed towards the man and she gave him a nod, before looking back up at the bartender. “Alright, what he said…” Because when in Rome…

“Can one rent a room at the hotel across the street?” 

The bartender nodded. “For the night?” 

“Let’s say ten days…lots to see around here, right?” 

She paid for the room and her order right away, while the man sitting beside her offered to buy her another drink and she agreed. 

The guy didn’t leave her side that evening, chatting her up and buying her shot after shot of whiskey. She drank it all up, she was celebrating and he was kind of hot. Besides, there was one more step on the road to freedom she had wanted to take, so a good looking guy could come in handy tonight. She wanted to fuck someone and enjoy it. In her mind, that would be yet another fuck you to Randy fucking Andrews. She was tired, but not that tired. Drunk, but not that drunk.  

“Wanna get outta here?” 

The question came out of nowhere, just three seconds ago, they had been discussing a horror movie they had apparently both been wanting to see, but it felt almost as if he just read her mind. Macie had already noticed his good looks. He was strangely charming too, in a rowdy way. Straight forward - she liked that. Funny, also in a rowdy way, but she appreciated the darker sides of humor always. So sure, why the hell not?! 

She nodded and he grinned. The guy was pretty as fuck, but his smile was definitely not his strongest weapon here. Macie didn't care though, not like they'd go out to smile at each other.

***

Mac had noticed the girl as soon as she stepped foot into the bar. His eyes watched her every move, like a hawk. She was a pretty little thing, a waterfall of shiny hazel hair flowing down her back, big hazel eyes and hips he wouldn’t mind digging his nails into. She was young, surely a few years younger than himself, but she was drinking whiskey, so she wasn’t illegally young - not that it mattered. The out of town bitches like this were usually rude as fuck anyway, and had that i’m-better-than-you attitude, pushing on all the Mac’s buttons and not in a good way. For most of those bitches, Cainville was the end of the road. 

This one was different though, but maybe she was just that drunk. She actually laughed at his jokes and accepted his drinks. He knew he could be charming when and if he wanted to be, but this girl was making it so easy, he didn’t even have to try. He practically already hyped himself up for a hunt, but she just sauntered into his trap willingly, unsuspectingly and with a smile, nodding without much hesitation when he asked if she wanted to get out of here. He grinned, deliberately, wanting to see if the bitch would back out. Many did. He had many strong traits, but his smile hadn’t been one of them for some time now. He was laying all his cards on the table though - it was on her to choose whether she’d go with him willingly, or by force. Those were her only two options and she didn’t back out. 

They didn’t make it far. In the alley behind the bar, he slammed her against the wall and she never uttered a word of protest. Hell, she even helped him work the buttons of her skinny jeans. 

It wasn’t that Mac had to take a woman by force, there were those who spread their legs for him willingly, but those were just local junkie whores looking to score a new fix. They weren’t much to look at and not exactly spectacular to fuck. He liked himself a new pussy sometimes, but they were rarely willing. In all honesty, he never cared if they were willing or not, he always got what he wanted either way. 

This one was happy to jump his cock, though. Nothing ever comes for free, so what is this one looking to score, he wondered as he yanked her pants down, grabbed her hips and pulled her towards him, rubbing his cock against her and eliciting a delicious little moan. The girl loosely hung her arms on his shoulders and licked her lips, throwing her head back to lean against the brick wall. Mac dragged his fingers down her thighs and back up, pushing her panties aside and pressing his thumb against her clit while simultaneously sliding his pointer right into her slick entrance. She was nice and tight, dripping wet already too. “Good girl,” he mused, “nice and ready for me…” 

With his other hand, he unbuttoned his pants and pushed his boxers down, freeing his aching dick of the confinement that had been starting to get way too tight. He gave himself a few strokes as he kept working the girl who was now rocking her hips almost frantically against his fingers. As soon as he pulled his hand back, she groaned in protest. “Eager for some cock, aren’t you, princess?” She really looked like a princess - the one in the yellow gown that falls for the beast and Mac thought it to be a curious twist of fate, for her to end up here with him. 

He picked her up with ease, as if she was weightless and she was quick to wrap her legs around his waist. He grabbed her ass and gave it a firm squeeze. 

“Mmm, round and juicy, just the way I like ‘em…” 

Everything about this lil’ bitch was fucking delicious, especially the sounds she made as he lowered her all the way down on his cock in one swift motion she did not expect. It was something between a squeak and a moan, pain mixed with pleasure. It was Mac’s favorite sound. “You’re taking it so well, sweetheart,” he mused. He was very vocal at most times when he fucked them. “I’mma fuck you so good you won’t be able to walk for a fuckin’ week, girl…you’re so nice and tight, fuck…you’re already making me love you…”

***

Oh he was good. This guy was fucking good. He knew what he was doing. He knew what he was doing with his fingers and he sure as fuck knew how to use that gun between his legs. “Oh fuck…” What was his name again? Had she even bothered to ask him that? She should, with how good he was fucking her, he deserved to have her scream his name. He was making her see stars beyond the Milky way. 

She was about to ask, but then he said this weird thing about loving her. “Shut up,” she sneered. What the fuck? Love was the last word she wanted to hear right now. He just ran his mouth all the damn time and it was ruining her mood so she grabbed his face and leaned down to catch his lips. Screw the meth mouth , she thought. Shit’s good as long as he doesn’t talk more stupid. 

His kiss was messy. For a moment it felt like he was trying to eat her face up or suck her soul out through her mouth. He was fucking her like a pro, but he was no pro at kissing. No wonder. Have you seen his teeth?   She groaned against his mouth, as if telling the voice inside her head to shut the fuck up too. She pulled back, still holding his face and meeting his eyes when they fluttered open. They were blue, she could see it, the street lamp on the corner shone its light directly on his face and his eyes were so damn blue she wouldn’t mind taking a swim in them. “Fuck, you’ve got some pretty eyes on ya…” she said for whatever reason as her fingers ran a trail across the sharp line of his jaw. All of him was pretty, it really was. 

He grunted and squeezed her ass almost violently now, then leaned down and licked her neck. She liked that. He was ramming into her relentlessly now. “What’s your…aaah” He bit her, not lightly either, hard, right above her collarbone. It wasn’t a love bite, it was a bite. It hurt and felt fucking good at the same time, she was fairly sure he had drawn blood too. It all felt too good to try and stop him though, she could feel something coming and she knew it would be something strong. He could feel it too. 

“That’s right, princess, you cum on my cock right now…” 

And she did, on cue. Strongly. An orgasm that pulled the ground beneath her feet, leaving her a panting, quivering mess in this stranger’s arms, holding for dear life as he kept ramming into her, fucking her through her orgasm and causing her to scream as another one snuck up on her, pushing him over the edge as well. It took a long moment for the fog to lift off her dazy mind.

“What’s your name?” She finally breathed out the question as he lowered her back down and her rickety feet touched the ground some moments later. 

“Mac, what’s yours?”

She snorted. She decided not to be Lilly anymore long ago, Lilly came with too much baggage and she was starting a new life now. Her middle name, though, matched ridiculously well with his. It sounded almost cute. “Macie…” she said, watching him watch her with a cocked brow before he pushed out a snort too. 

“Macie and Mac…you gotta be fuckin’ kidding me…ain’t that just adorable…”

“Shut up,” she said and kissed him again.

***

Mac watched her sway her hips as she walked her way across the street and over to the hotel whose key she had gotten earlier tonight. She had been such a good girl for him tonight. If she kept being a good girl, maybe Cainville wouldn’t be the end of the road for her. She’d be around for ten days, that would be more than enough for him to have his fun and he’d let her leave. Unscattered. She did earn it.

“See ya tomorrow, Mac,” she hollered from across the street, flashing him a grin. 

“G’nite, Mace,” he hollered back before she slipped through the big glass door and disappeared for the night.

Maybe he should’ve followed her. They could’ve fucked the night away, he got hard again just from watching her walk. Why did he let her walk? He should’ve grabbed her and shoved her into his truck. They could’ve continued their fun time at his place. 

Fuck, no … He had things to take care of first. That bitch he had cuffed up back at his place the other day, she was still there. She had been there for the past two days and he had planned on pounding that pussy tonight, he had only come to the Luna to grab some food. Now though, he didn’t think he’d do it. The bitch was no fun, crying and sniffling all the time, she didn’t even put up a damn fight or anything, just laid there like a damn corpse. Now Mac could and did a whole lot of nasty shit, but fucking corpses was sick even in his book. He had to get rid of her. 

He’d see this Macie chick tomorrow, she was way more fun.

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“So, where ya from?” 

They were spread out on her bed, both butt naked and laying on their stomachs, with an ashtray on the pillow as they were sharing a smoke. It felt nice, so why did he have to ask her that? It was a question she didn’t want to answer. He had no business knowing any details about her. The less he knew, the better. They were just fucking around and in a few days, she’d be gone. 

“Why? You gonna go after me?” Macie asked, keeping her tone on the playful side, even if she was tempted to jump straight into her defensive mode. Her eyes met his and she snatched the cigarette from him and took a drag. She’d be gone in a little less than a week, so really, why ask? She was enjoying this, there was no need to make it weird now and luckily, he didn't insist. 

Four days have passed and they’ve been fucking like bunnies since the very evening they met. Macie hadn't expected that to happen, but there was something about the guy that kept pulling her in, and it was not his cock. At least not only that, even though it was a big part of the appeal and she couldn’t for the life of her say no to him. She actually liked him and she hadn’t really liked a guy in a long time, if ever. They talked some. Not too much, since they mostly fucked, but enough for Macie to conclude he was way smarter than she originally thought. His taste in music was fairly good, they liked the same movies and his sense of humor was very much to her liking, he could make her laugh like no one ever did. He worked at a local garage and did some shit in a chem lab. She laughed at the statement when he first said it, but didn’t comment any further. 

It wasn’t all that hard to figure out what he meant by it, but Macie didn’t care. This was just a short summer fling anyway, he could cook and use as much as he fucking wanted.

But there was another thing about him, something she couldn’t put her finger on quite yet and she probably never would, since she wouldn’t be staying long enough, but it was something dark, there were things he kept from her for sure and she didn’t want to know anyway. Chicks at the bar were afraid of him though, Macie didn’t fail to notice that. A few times she had caught sight of some that would approach and kind of timidly try their luck, but they’d be blown off roughly and Mac’s attention would be back on Macie in a blink of an eye. They even had a situation where some guy tried to grab on her, but Mac wouldn’t have it. Macie wouldn’t have it either though, she had said no to the guy loud and clear, so while Mac was pumping both him and his buddy with his fists, Macie helped by delivering a few kicks of her own, neither of them stopping until Walter pulled a baseball bat out from behind the bar. Only then did Mac stop, he grabbed her hand and they were out of there to have another round of crazy hot sex. She figured she had a bit of a violent streak too, every woman needed that to be able to defend herself. It was just how the world was. 

Their sex though, now that was mindfuckingblowing, not only that night, but every fucking time and they did it all the time. Macie could hardly believe it could be this good as it had never been all that for her before. He just had to snap his fingers and she was ready to jump him. On the other hand, she merely had to look his way and he was ready to go. In his truck, in her hotel room, in the alley, in the janky old toilet, you name it, they did it. 

Mac’s stamina was fucking legendary and his kissing has drastically improved, making Macie wonder if he ever kissed chicks when he fucked them before. How could sex without kissing even work? It was a must for her.  She could handle rough, hell, she loved it rough when done right, but a bit of tenderness had to be added into the mix, it kept bad memories at bay. Mac didn’t seem to need it, but he did seem to like it. 

They were both lying there quietly when a thought crossed her mind - if he had sex just for the sake of having sex, then maybe it made sense that he didn’t do much kissing. He hadn’t tried to kiss her either, not once, it was always her initiating it. 

“Are you a sex addict?” she asked, fixing her eyes on him. 

Mac snickered, stubbing out the but of their shared cigarette and grabbing another one out of her pack right away. It seemed to her that he always needed to have something to fondle with.

“Are you?” he retorted.

Fair point . She barely had any sex in the past few years, but at this moment in time, she was doing it just as much as he did. 

“Touché…” she mumbled, snatched the freshly lit smoke from his hand and stubbed it out, her other hand grabbing his hair and pulling him over to her for a kiss. He never initiated it, but he always readily kissed her back.

“Come ‘ere…this nympho wants some more of that cock…” 

What did he do to her? It was almost like being under a spell. He was way more of a danger to her than she expected. 

***

This chick was something else. Mac had never met anyone quite like her before. She looked all sweet and proper, but she allowed him to do whatever the fuck he wanted and she fucking kicked the shit out of a guy the other day, just ‘cause he kept groping her. He helped, of course, but she wasn’t the type to sit back and wait for someone to come to her rescue and Mac was kind of impressed by that. He was impressed by her level of pain tolerance too. He was never known to be gentle, he wasn’t sure he’d fucking know how even if he tried, but Macie didn’t seem to mind rough. Not one itsy bit. 

She also kissed him a lot. That wasn’t something Mac was used to, not at all. The local bitches down at his old man’s bar had no interest in it and he had no interest in kissing them either. It was always a business exchange with them, a hit and run, just a quick release for him and a free fix for them. Those he hunted down and took by force weren’t much for cuddles and kisses either, so no, Mac really had straight out zero experience with kissing. Macie took him by surprise on that first night, but she had been drunk and he honestly didn’t think it would happen again, yet she kept on doing it. Over and over and over again. Not that he complained. It was new, sort of thrilling too. Still, when he thought about kissing one of the bar skanks, it only made bile rise in his throat. But Macie deserved his kisses, for always being nice and ready for him.  

The thought itself was alarming to Mac though - some girl deserving something from him. He wasn't the type to get attached to some bitch, any bitch. Not even a good one like Macie even though she was pushing buttons inside of him that he himself didn’t know existed. He only knew her for a few days and soon she’d be gone anyway. 

They never lasted, none of them did , he had to remind himself. At least not with him. If he kept her, then Macie would break too, eventually. It would either be that, or he’d get sick of her, but now he'd enjoy her, for as long as it lasted.

Macie kissed him again and he groaned hearing her words. He grabbed her leg and pulled her closer, then flipped them both over, so she was lying underneath him. “Insatiable little thing, can’t get enough of it, can ya? Lil’ sex junkie…” he teased, ducking his head into the crook of her neck to nibble on her skin. 

He licked the bite mark above her collarbone, the one he left there two days ago and she shivered beneath him. “You like that, don’ ya?”

A soft mmhm was all she managed to utter. He was already achingly hard again and rubbing his throbbing cock against her thigh, ready for another round, while she rolled her hips up against him impatiently. Mac fucking loved the little sounds she made, every single one. He sneaked a hand between their bodies. It was now smoothly running down her stomach and stopped between her luscious thighs. 

“Mmmm Mac…” It started as a moan and ended up as his name. 

“Yeah?” He was spreading licks and kisses along the curve of her neck and up to her jaw, where he bit her hard again. She grabbed a fistfull of his hair and hissed. Another sweet, sweet sound. 

His fingers did the opposite, they were gentle as they kept sliding up and down her thighs, moving like in a slow motion, and now she was really losing her patience. All the while he thought that he was the impatient one. Normally, he was, but playing this little game with her was goddamn fun.

“Come on now…” 

“Come on now what, princess?”  It took all his strength to pull away and stop all his movements to innocently stare down at her. Macie groaned in frustration, the sound like music to his ears. He usually had to force them to plead and beg, but he had a feeling this one would do it without his input. 

“Stop fooling around and fuck me already.” 

This wasn’t pleading and begging though. It sure looked like Mace needed a small attitude adjustment after all.  “Can't ya ask nicely?”

She rolled her eyes. “You want me to beg, don’t you? That turns ya on?”

“Ask nicely,” he repeated more sternly, sinking his teeth into her shoulder and making her gasp.

“Oh fuckk, please then?” 

“Wha ‘s that? You gotta speak louder, princess.”

“Mac come on, please! Please, I need that cock…”

“Need it where?”

“Inside of me…need you to fuck me good…no one can fuck me as good as you, please…”

Her tone was all whiney now, she was laying it on a bit thick and, while he would’ve found it beyond annoying had she been anyone else; he would probably smack her and tell her to shut the fuck up; it was somehow not annoying at all when coming from her. It almost seemed as if nothing bothered him when coming from her and that sensation was new to him. 

She smiled at him, kissed him and she bickered with him. She wasn’t afraid of him. Where every other chick saw a monster, she seemed to see something else. Someone she possibly even liked. 

Now Mac knew this was due to a simple fact that she didn’t know him and he hadn’t shown her the nasty side, not yet. For whatever god damn reason, he wanted it to stay that way, for at least a while longer. He liked the way she looked at him. Like he was a prize to be won and not a monster to run away from. 

Mac had no illusions about who he was and he wasn’t a good person, but Macie didn’t have to know that.

All she had to do was relax and enjoy, but she wouldn’t get what she was asking for just yet. She was pleading, but she didn’t mean it. She would soon.

“Not yet, princess,” he mumbled into her ear and then his mouth was on her again, licking and nibbling and sucking on every inch of skin, moving down her body, again in slow motion. His hands were on her thighs still, fingers light as a feather, lighter then he knew they could be. His lips traveled down her neck, her shoulders, giving each hardened nipple a full treatment. Then, they moved further down to her belly button, staying there for a while as she was trying to slither up the bed, body arching to come closer to him and chest rising and falling with each breath, but his hands now held her firmly. “I told you you were gonna beg for it,” he reminded her, but she couldn’t do much else but give him a needy little whine. Her hands were everywhere, gripping on the sheets, pulling on his hair, scratching on his shoulders, holding on the bed frame. He had her so close and he hadn’t even touched her yet, not really. He was teasing her and he’d keep on teasing her until she couldn’t take it anymore. 

“Fuckk, fucking hell…” she heaved out, breathless. 

“You hold the key to your own release, princess,” he said against her skin and her voice felt like she was about to start crying when she spoke again.

“Please, I want it…this is torture…” 

“Want?” Wrong word. 

“Need! I fucking need you , please!”

Oh this was torture for him too alright, but such a sweet torture. He wasn’t sure he could take much more of it though and now he had to give in to her little pleas. 

“Damn right, princess, buckle up, I’mma give you the ride of yer life now…”

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She was panting, down on all fours with Mac delivering what he had promised and more. It was the ride of her life alright. An actual roller coaster, but it had no ending in sight, he’d bring her up just a step away from what she thought was the highest of highs, but instead of letting her fall down weightless, he’d slow down and they’d just continue climbing. How far up could it even go? Her body was on complete sensory overload and she needed the release more than she ever needed anything in her life before. She was begging for it, but her words kept falling on deaf ears. He was in control, not only of his own body, but also in full control of hers.

“No, no, no,” Macie whined when he suddenly pulled out, but he was right back where he belonged as soon as he flipped her over. Her legs were now on his shoulders and he filled her up to the brim, but again he moved in damn slow motion. She raised her head just a little, watching his cock slide in and out of her was hypnotizing. 

“God fuckin’ damn, Mac…” Her voice didn’t sound like it belonged to her anymore and her head was dizzy, the air was thin so high up she reckoned, in the clouds, where he took her. “I can’t anymore…”

Mac just grunted, but then his pace picked up again, like so many times before where she thought this was it and then it wasn’t. She didn’t dare to hope for it anymore. But it was coming this time, she could feel it. He was panting like an animal on a run and his hips were now slamming against her flesh out of rhythm, he couldn’t take it anymore either. When they fall, they fall together, Macie thought and then it finally happened and she screamed like she was being murdered, not fucked out of her mind. 

When Mac promised something, he’d fucking deliver.

***

Now it was Macie’s ninth night in Cainville and that night they went for a change of scenery. They were spread out on a blanket in the bed of Mac’s truck and she was lying on her back, staring up at the star-lit sky, while his fingers drew figures along her stomach. They were only taking a small break between rounds, both of them still out of breath. 

She would soon head on with her journey to god knows where and the only thing she experienced here worth remembering so far were Mac and his cock. It’d be a pity to just leave it at that, there was a lot of it to see around these parts. 

“You busy tomorrow?” She asked, tearing her eyes from the sky only to find it in his eyes too. Did she really want to leave? What if she just stayed? She definitely could, not like she had anywhere else to be. She was on the lookout for a place to put down her roots at anyway, what if this was it? “Was thinkin’ that maybe ya could give me a nice lil’ tour around the area?” 

There was no better way for a person to get to know a place than to have a local show them around, right? And Mac was pretty much the only local she knew. She had talked a bit with other people at the bar, but that was only when Mac wasn’t around, which was practically never. Somehow he was always there when she was there. 

“‘s just a bunch of rocks and dirt,” Mac mumbled in answer, grabbed her leg and pulled her closer to himself, so close she was halfway on top of him. “A waste of time if you ask me, I can think of at least a dozen better ways to spend the day.” He grabbed her ass and she snorted and playfully shoved on his chest. 

“Come on, Mac, we can fuck all night if you wanna, just give me a little tour tomorrow…” Macie pleaded, spreading small kisses all over his face to soften him up and make him agree and he did. With a dramatic roll of his eyes and a heavy sigh, but he agreed.

Mac didn’t really want to be anyone’s damn tour guide, but she promised what she promised and he wasn’t saying no to that. He cocked a brow and smirked. “You sure you can handle an all nighter and then go walking around climbing rocks in the desert tomorrow?” 

***

He was absolutely certain she would beg him to let her stay in bed the next morning. They had been banging literally all night long, but no. She was all set and ready to go when she shook him awake and placed a wrapped up sandwich in his lap. He stared at her as if she had suddenly grown two heads.

“What’s this? Breakfast in bed?” That was a first for him. “Tryin’ to spoil me, girl?” He was so not used to this shit she was pulling all the time. The truly scary thing, and Mac was no coward and didn’t scare easily, was that he liked it. The fact that she’d be gone in just a couple of days was even scarier. He had decided that he would let her, he didn’t want to harm her in any way and he couldn’t for the life of him figure out why. He just liked her. She had been generous with him, giving him a nice pussy to fuck for a few days, tight, warm and willing, a bunch of smiles and kisses and now a breakfast in bed. It was more than any other chick had been willing to give and it was enough for him to let her live.

“Come on, Mac, eat up! This ain’t the time to think about life and whatnot! We ain’t got all day!” She ushered and grinned widely in his direction, slowly waddling into the bathroom, walking as if she had pissed her pants. He snorted out a laugh.

**

They took his truck. It was the beginning of summer and this was the best time to visit the canyons, not too cold and not burning hot quite yet.  It showed. Quite a few people were roaming around the waste red surface with maps and compasses, but Mac sped past them, laughing like a maniac as he left the tourists behind to choke in the clouds of red dust that would rise behind the truck. 

No sign of civilization was in sight where he parked beneath a big formation of red rocks that threw shade on the truck. He pushed the door open and tugged on Macie’s hand. 

“Come on…I’ll show you a spot no tourist usually gets to see…” And in case any of those idiots ended up sauntering this far out, they’d never find their way back. 

Mac grabbed her backpack and led the way to where he knew they could easily, or at least easily for him, climb up to the top, he knew just the spot where the view was spectacular. There hadn’t been any rain in a while, so her shoes and her skinny beige pants were already covered in red dust. Those pants were damn nice, he was almost certain she had put them on on purpose. To taunt and torture him with the view. He warned her to watch her steps, then helped her climb one of the higher rocks, finding it funny how she struggled with it. She was huffin’ and puffin’ as if trying to conquer Everest. It served her right, he told her there were better ways to spend the day. 

“Oh…wow…” she breathed out once they reached the top, looking at him with stars in her eyes, the expression on her face making her look ethereally beautiful and he changed his mind. It was for that expression only that the climb paid off.

Mac grunted from the unwanted thought, but Macie took it as a grunt of understanding why she was being in total awe.

“This is just, I don't even know,” she mused and grabbed his hand to help herself sit down. Then she tugged on his sleeve, so he’d sit with her. “It's so pretty…” She continued to marvel, head bobbing to the side, where she leaned it against his shoulder and hugged her knees, staring out in to the red that seemed endless. “Thanks for bringing me up ‘ere…”

He snorted. “The way you were huffin’ and puffin’, had me worried you’d drop dead before you saw it.”

“Oh shut up,” she said, her fist playfully smacking against his side. When she pulled away to grab something from her backpack, he already missed feeling her warmth against his body. 

“Whatcha lookin’ for?”

“My camera. I haven’ climbed this mountain for nothin’,” she replied and pulled a small compact camera out of the pack. It was red, of course. She loved red, he noticed. Her nails were painted red, she had a red car and was wearing a red tank top on the night they met. Even now, she had a red flannel shirt tied around her waist. His fingers played with the hem of it.

“Lemme guess, red’s your favorite color?” 

She nodded. “Not a hard one to crack. What’s yours?”

What was his favorite color? Hell if he had ever even thought about it. “Dunno, guess it’s red too…”  At least it used to be. Now he felt drawn to the hazel in her eyes.

“Hey, Mac…” she then called and snapped a picture of him when he turned to look at her. Taking pictures seemed to be another thing Macie liked, so she took a few - one where she lay leaned against his shoulder, one where she kissed him and a few of them just being idiots and making funny faces. She probably snapped some of their surroundings too, but he didn’t pay much attention to that. Instead, he pulled out his phone and took a few pictures of her too. 

***

As she lay asleep later that night, naked and covered in a wide palette of red and purple, Mac snuck out of her hotel room and slashed the tires on her red Golf.

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Macie didn’t seem overly upset when she shook him awake again the next morning. He woke up with a groan, hearing her rant about some asshole fucking up her car, asking if he had any crazy jealous ex girlfriends who might have done it. He grunted out a no .

“But guess what,” she added with a wide grin, “the joke’s on them, ‘cause ya sure won’t hear me complain about having you in my bed for a few more days…”

She didn’t want to leave anyway and had been searching her brain for reasons to stay that wouldn’t make her look fucking desperate. There weren’t any, Mac was in fact, her only reason, watching him rub the sleep out of his eyes right now only made her more aware of it. 

***

“Hey, how old are ya?” She asked him later that day while he was working on removing her slashed tires. He didn’t bother towing the car when he could get the work done in the parking lot. Macie sure enjoyed the view.

“Thirty three, why? How old are ya?”

“You minus ten,” she answered. “It was my birthday yesterday…” 

His eyes snapped to where she was sitting on the stairs leading up to the main entrance, with a book in her lap that she obviously wasn’t reading, too busy ogling him.

“Why didn’t you say anythin’?” Should he have done something for her? He never did anything for anyone before, but not like he had anyone before, not like this. What was this even? He had no damn clue, there was nothing he could compare it to. 

Perhaps he could’ve had someone before, way back during his teen years when girls actually tended to chase after him, but he never had any interest in any kind of emotional stuff, so he just chased the bitches away and made sure they stayed there. He had his needs, he craved sex often and a lot, so he made sure to have a whole lot of it, but that was it.

Due to his lack of experience in stuff like this, he was now here - 33 and without a slightest clue on what to get a girl or where to take her for her birthday. He wanted to do something though, anything, because maybe it would help her decide to stay. Maybe he could vine and dine her tonight, he had never done that before either. There was a shitload of things he never did or even wanted before, that this chick was now making him crave.

Macie shrugged. “Dunno…you gave me a perfect day yesterday, what else could I possibly ask for?”

Why the fuck was she being so cute? “Go doll yourself up, we’re going out tonight.” 

 “Like on a date?” 

“Guess so, yeah…” 

He snickered when he heard her squeal and she swiftly jumped up and jogged his way. 

“Yer the best, ya know that?” She mumbled against his lips before he pulled her in for a deep, hot kiss, leaving greasy stains on her jeans where he grabbed her ass. 

“Go on, I’ll finish up here and go change…pick you up at the bar at seven.”

***

Walter whistled when Macie walked over to sit at the bar at quarter to seven. The girl gave him a wide grin and ordered a shot of whiskey on the rocks; she was literally glowing and he couldn’t help but wonder about what the cause for it was. She had been like glued to his son’s hip since she first stepped foot into the bar, but he had never seen, and thought he never would, his son being the reason for a woman to radiate. Mac usually broke them and that was it. 

“Lookin’ extra pretty tonight, Mace,” the man complimented and Macie was quick to brag about Mac taking her out on a date. 

“Mac?” Was she for real? “My son is taking you out on a date?” Walter asked, just wanting to make sure he heard her right. 

The girl tilted her head and stared at him with her big hazel eyes. She was a pretty little thing, Walter could see how she could have Mac wrapped around her dainty little finger, even though that never happened before. Aside from being pretty, the girl had no fear of his son and she treated him the way he had never been treated by a woman before. The fact that she was still alive proved just how much his son liked the treatment. But what would he have to deal with once the girl leaves? Mac was already starting to lose it, Walter knew very damn well it was him who slashed her tires. This was sure end up in a heap of trouble, they didn’t know enough about her. They didn’t know if she had someone out there, someone who'd stir a whole lot of shit if she happened to just go missing one day. They knew nothing but her name and that was as much as she was willing to share.

“Wait, you’re Mac’s dad?” She asked, obviously surprised, just as Mac showed up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and ducking his head into the crook of her neck. Walter just nodded, both as an answer to Macie’s question and in greeting to Mac. 

**

He took her to the next town over, a nice little Mexican place with good food and live music. It was lovely, and Macie was in love with it. Was she falling in love with Mac too?

The thought crossed her mind before already, but this time, she could feel it in her heart that skipped a beat every time he met eyes with her. 

She looked his way again and grinned when she caught him staring. 

“So, Walter's your dad," she stated. "Can you tell me something in spanish then?” she asked, spinning her ice cold glass of the best Mojito she had ever had around on the table, but Mac chose to pretend not to know. “Oh come on, I'm not buying this, tell me…” 

He rolled his eyes, then leaned closer and touched her cheek, featherlightly, making her heart go tu-tump again and she leaned against his touch.

“Que linda…” he murmured, in a tone so soft it almost made her melt. That evening, at that very moment, Macie had decided that, if Mac would want her to stay, she’d never ever leave. 

“Que linda…” she repeated after him. “What does it mean?” 

“Means yer so pretty…” 

“You’re pretty too…how do I say that?”

“No…”

“No what?” 

“Ain’t gonna teach you that.”

“Why not? If you don’t then I’m just gonna keep telling you ay que linda… ” 

He was trying to suppress laughter, but failed miserably and she laughed with him.

“Come on, teach me…” Macie insisted.

“Okay, alright…you say que lindo tu pito,” he said, eyes still sparkling with laughter, and Macie repeated the words after him, not giving it much thought. She said it over and over again, so she wouldn’t forget and, even though Mac was now dead serious, she noticed the waitress and a few other guests all giving her funny looks. Of course they did, without knowing, she had just announced to all of them that she thought Mac’s cock was pretty. 

“Okay, what did I just say?”

“You said I was a handsome devil…” he answered with a suspiciously innocent look in his eyes. 

“No, I didn’t! You are handsome though and you are a devil, so what did I just say?”

“I swear to god, Mace…”

And she perhaps never would’ve known, had the waitress not shown her some mercy and, barely able to hold back laughter, leaned over to reveal to her what it was that she just said. 

Macie gasped. “You godless asshole!” 

“What? ‘s not a lie, is it?”

No, it was most definitely not a lie. “Well, pretty's not really the word I'd use here, but yeah, it is the best cock I ever had the pleasure to ride…” she said lowly, leaning closer to him so not everyone would hear her this time and feeling his hand slide up her knee and over her thigh under the table, making her eyes flutter for a moment as she did her best to hold back a moan. 

“I was hoping we could hang out again tonight then, my cock and you…” Mac whispered in her ear, discreetly kicking her legs apart under the table and sneaking his hand between her thighs.  

“Ohmygod…” she breathed out, glad that their plates were empty and they could get out of there. 

She didn’t know that Mac had another little surprise in store for her that night. 

**

The surprise was another thing Mac never exactly dreamt of doing. He did it a few times, but it wasn’t his cup of tea. He was always focused primarily on his own pleasure and didn’ give rats ass about any of the bitches he fucked before Mace. But fuck had he known how much he could actually enjoy it, he would’ve gone down on her for every hour of his every damn day and from this evening on, he surely intended to.

“Ohmyfuckin’god! Oh God, Mac…baby,” Macie was slurring her words, her sweet pussy under the attack of his exploring mouth. He licked and sucked and lapped on her heat as if it contained the very elixir of life. His cock was throbbing and ready to explode, but he wanted to shake her world first.

She was writhing beneath him, fingers wrapped into a fistfull of hair on each side of his head and he never closed his eyes, even if he was tempted to. He wanted to see her every little move.

“Jesus fuck, oh god…” 

“Ain’ no god here, princess…i’s the devil’s work…” he mumbled, not pulling away from her for even a second.

His fingers were dipping deep into her flesh to keep her in place, sure to leave a new set of bruises on the delicate skin of her hips. She truly was a beauty, a beauty he couldn’t let anyone other than him get a taste of. 

Once he felt her thighs starting to close in on him, her hands gripping him even tighter, he swiftly slipped two fingers into her and away she was. To hear her scream his name like that was a reward all on itself, but he was nowhere near done with her for the night. He sat up, grabbing her legs as they still trembled and pulling her over to him, sliding into her in one deep, unannounced thrust that made her whimper and dig her red nails into his arms, arching her body into his own, as if wanting them to just melt into each other.  He pulled all the way out, just to ram right back in, going faster and harder with each thrust, wanting to hear her scream his name one more time before he let himself lose it too.

He then collapsed on top of her and felt her fingers dig into his hair, nails gently raking through his scalp before she raised her head just a little and kissed the top of his head.

“They should make you fuckin' illegal,” she whispered with a pleased sigh, wrapping herself around Mac as she was falling asleep.

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Later that night, as Macie was solemnly sleeping in her bed and he was sitting in the bar, sipping on his beer, a devil decided to crawl out of its hole and went to whisper straight into Mac’s ear. 

“No girlfriend tonight, huh?”

Mac took a swig out of the bottle and lazily turned to stare at his younger brother. Devon didn’t crawl out and away from Regina all that often, but he obviously came around enough to be aware of a thing happening between Macie and him.

“Why? Where’s yours?” He asked, not bothering to wait for an answer, but Devon still gave him one.

“In bed, waiting for me, like a good girl she is… Not going anywhere…unlike yours…ain’t gotta slash her tires.” 

Mac didn’t want to fall for the provocation. It had been a good day and he had enough self control left to not allow Devon to ruin his mood. 

“Don’t have to tie mine to the bed and drug her to hell and back so she’d stay,” Mac snarked back.

Devon snickered. “But that’s just the thing, brother. She ain’t stayin’. Who’d stay here? What for? For you? She’s just havin’ a joyride on the wrong side of the tracks…” He laughed and Mac wished he could smash the bottle against his head, but Walter was on the lookout and Walter would hold the golden child’s side no matter what. It was just the way shit was but Mac gave more damn about it than he was willing to admit. 

“Sweet and proper girls like that love to do that every once in a while, they say it broadens their horizons…” Devon just wouldn’t hold his trap shut, not until Mac shot up and grabbed him by the collar. Then the bastard straight out shrunk in on himself and that was pathetic. 

He didn’t even deserve Mac’s anger.

**

On the thirteenth day of Macie’s stay though, and somewhat provoked by his sister-fucking dickhead of a brother’s words, Mac had a bit of a meltdown. 

He held a grip on things for a long while. He had been dealing just fine with the thought of Macie leaving, but this shit still crept up on him and caught him unprepared. He had every intention to let her go once she decided it was time to, but she had been poking the devil too and now the devil was out to play. 

Mac had no control over it anymore, he was what he was, well aware that things weren’t wired quite right in his head and he had stopped trying to fight it a long time ago. When it came, he allowed for it to consume him instead. Macie should’ve known better, but no. Instead of staying clear of him, as he was certain those junkie bitches at the bar had warned her to, she had to go and make him feel different, normal - something he never was and won’t ever be. Who the fuck did she think she was, doing all that, only to end up packing her stuff and getting the hell out of dodge? Devious fucking bitch! She wouldn’t be going anywhere! She belonged to him now and if she couldn’t see that for herself, he’d make her see it!

He pulled the small metal tin out of his pocket, trying to control the anger with his drug of choice. The deal for the evening had been for him to meet up with Macie at the bar, but instead, he was holed up at his place, fucking tearing it down. 

They hadn’t talked about her leaving, but it hung in the air between them like a big fat elephant in the room and when he saw her this morning she hinted that this talk was to come tonight. Mac didn’t want to hear it.

He had already slashed her tires, then played her hero when fixing what had been done. It had given him a few more days with her, but now she was good and ready to leave all over again. What more could he do, to keep her here permanently?! He even took her out on a goddamn date! This was taking too much fucking effort and it brought nothing! Just a waste of time!

Now he knew damn well what he could do. He didn’t want to scare her, but what other choice did he have? That soft look in her eyes that she had for him would change if and as soon as he forced her to stay put. Mac had been searching his brain for a different solution for days already, but keeping her by force was, finally, the only thing he could come up with. Devon was right, there was no way for her to stay with him on her own free will. He wasn’t stupid enough to build fucking aircastles. Fuck smiles and kisses and soft glances, it was pussy he was after, not her hand in marriage even though he probably wouldn’t mind that either. 

Why the fuck would he even have thoughts like that?! It only fueled his anger further.

**

“Where’s Macie?” Walter asked as soon as Mac took a seat at the bar the next morning and handed him the key to the girl’s motel room. He had caught sight of his son packing Macie’s stuff into her car just moments ago, before he came in for a drink. 

“She’s at home,” his son answered and it made Walter snicker and shake his head. 

“Lemme guess, passed out and tied up to your bed? She knows yet that’s home now?”

“None of your business, old man.”

“Thought the plan was to let this one go once it’s time to…”

Mac shrugged. “Well…plan’s changed…”

Walter didn’t care much. He had no way of stopping Mac from doing his thing and for as long as it didn’t affect work, he didn’t bother trying either. The girl had made her own bed when she first came here and caught Mac’s eye. The crazy thing was that she was even still around, it’s been thirteen days after all and this was a first. It was and at the same time wasn’t a surprise for Walter, though. He had watched them interact day in and day out and the way Macie was treating his son, Walter knew she’d get under his skin. No man was an iceberg afterall and everyone’s soft spot could be reached with just the right approach and the right amount of effort. Macie seemed to have done it just right, but now, after she had shown Mac bits and pieces of a life that just wasn’t in the cards for him, she had pushed him into a state he was of no use in and that was something Walter did care about. 

“You gotta pull yourself together boy, you hear me? You got work to do…” he warned him.

“Always get my job done, don’t I?” Mac sneered and it wasn’t a lie. Mac had always done his job so far, but he hadn’t had a Macie in his life up until now. 

**

Over at Mac’s place, Macie woke up naked and with a slight headache. She had to go pee, but quickly realized that she couldn’t move as her one hand was still cuffed to the metal headboard of what she knew was Mac’s bed. 

They had some fun again last night, she could remember it, even if not all that well. It was the first time he took her home.

He had been in a bad mood, really nasty, and she hadn’t seen him like that before, so it was her who suggested for them to take something and forget about their troubles for the night. Macie felt troubled too, she had already decided to stay, but tonight she wanted to tell Mac and what if he told her to leave? 

She had always loved the sensation X would provide, making her feel so full of life and energy and pushing all the worries and pain behind until she could forget about them for at least a short time. And horny, god did it make her horny! She could still feel it flowing through her system and she could go for another round right now, even though she was sore as hell and in pain for some reason. 

But where was Mac? She called out for him, but no one answered so she pulled herself up with a groan, bending her cuffed arm and leaning her upper body against the headboard. He probably went out to grab breakfast and forgot that she was still in cuffs. He had to be back soon. 

Looking down on herself, she noticed new bruises, along with some cuts, teeth marks and bloody spots on her body this time. They must’ve gone a bit overboard the night before, but all she could remember was feeling good, so it must’ve been damn good. She closed her eyes and just thinking back to it made her shiver. 

“Hey Mac, baby,” she called, blinking her eyes open as she heard the door being slammed somewhere in the house and Mac’s head soon peeked into the room. He looked like shit, apparently he wasn't the only one who got a bit carried away last night. She smiled at him. “Hey, you forgot to uncuff me when you left this morning,” she told him, rattling the small chain, but he just grunted and didn’t make a move to set her arm free. She rolled her eyes. “What’s up with you today? Come on, I gotta pee…if you wanna have more kinky sex later, just cuff me up again…jesus…” She was notoriously bad at reading the room and had yet to realize that she was currently his captive. 

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It’s been two days now and it wasn’t fun anymore. Macie was feeling sore as fuck and her wrist, the one that was still in cuffs, had turned purple from her pulling on it more often than not. Mac came and he went, never staying long enough for her to get to say what she had to say. 

She knew now what this was. Because she had never gotten to tell him that she intended to stay, he got it into his head that she’d leave and decided to keep her from it. Talking sense into him was impossible, he hadn’t gotten down from his angry high since the day before yesterday. As soon as she’d notice him slowly slipping back to his normal self, he’d notice it too, and then he’d take more, just to keep himself in this bad place and keep her out of his head. She lost count of how many times he hollered how he wasn’t gonna let her manipulate him into letting her loose, just so she could try and run away. She was getting tired of this bullshit and she was getting frustrated. 

“Mac, goddammit! I told you I’m not leaving, this is fucking ridiculous, come on!” She hollered back at him and not once did she feel afraid, until she suddenly did. He came too close to her, straight into her face and she could see nothing in his eyes - no sparkle and no sky, just endless, empty nothing. It was like staring into the abyss and it scared her, so she lowered her voice and tried to nuzzle her nose against him.

“Mac, please,” she muttered, “it fuckin’ hurts…” Again she rattled the chain, but to no avail and when she tried to grab his face with her free hand to pull him in for a kiss that she thought might calm the storm that was brewing, he was quick to pull back and leave the room, slamming the door shut behind him. 

“You stupid fuckin’ asshole! You’ve ruined everything! You want a girl to stay you fucking grow some balls and ask her to!” She hollered after him. 

**

She had no way of knowing how much time had passed, but it’s been a few hours for sure, when the door swung open again and he straggled into the room announcing that he was gonna fuck her now. 

But Macie didn’t wanna fuck, not right now and not like this. 

“Mac…” she mumbled, scattering as close to the wall as she could get, as far away from him as possible and it wasn’t far. “Don’t you come near me when you’re like that…” she warned him, but this was bad. How could she have been so damn stupid, allowing for herself to end up in this situation now? 

He had already gotten rid of his pants though and he was yanking on her legs to pull her closer and spread them open, while she was doing her best to kick him off, screaming for him to get away, using her free hand to try and find something to smack him with. The only thing she could reach was the ashtray, but he grabbed her hand before she could hit him and then he hit her instead.

Her head bobbed to the side when he backhanded her, then climbed on the bed and settled in between her thighs. Macie thought that was it. She kept trying to push him away, but he was way too strong for her and she started crying. 

“No, come on, Mace…princess, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Won’t hit you again if you behave,” he mumbled and wiped her tears, but she pushed his hands away. 

“Fuck you, get away from me!” she growled. What he was about to do wasn’t new to her, but it was hitting differently because she lowered her guards for him. Now, just because she was a stupid idiot, the one guy she had allowed herself to get attached to, the one fucking guy she thought wouldn’t hurt her like that, because why the fuck would he have to when all he had to do was ask, and now he’d do it too. She pressed her eyes shut. She didn’t want the old burden back, she’d have to fucking kill him for this and she didn’t want to kill him, not him…

“Please, you’re ruining everything! Please stop, we can still fix it,” she cried out then, voice trembling and small. “Please, fuck…if you do this then there’s no going back anymore…”  This was it though, she could already feel him pressed up against her. “If you do this, then it’s done…then we’re done…” She sniffled and did her best to pull herself together, opening her eyes and staring straight at him. “Im gonna fuckin’ kill you if you do it.” 

Macie didn’t really think words would help at this point, she didn’t think anything would, but she wasn’t gonna give up trying either and it worked. He was suddenly still and she could see something flash through his eyes, like a spark of common fucking sense, and then he was pulling back, grabbing his pants and leaving the room. 

**

He fucked up and he knew it. Macie said there was still a chance for them to fix it and, even if he wasn’t sure how much he could trust her words right now, he had to hold on to them. He also had to fuck someone and if it wasn’t Macie, then he’d just have to find someone else to take shit out on. Maybe then he could go back and actually hear her out. Or maybe he’d get fucking lucky and find a better pussy. Then he could let Macie go. He hated himself for hurting her and that was a first for him. 

*

Mac didn’t get lucky, though. Finding a victim was easy, he never had a problem with that. The girl was struggling against him and he even felt good at first, he wasn’t thinking about Macie at all. Until he suddenly did. 

The skinny blonde stopped struggling and trying to fight him off as soon as he pulled out a knife and pressed the sharp cold blade against her throat. Then she started pleading and crying but she didn’t even move a muscle and shit suddenly got boring. The boredom was killing his boner and all he could think about was ending it all and going back home to Macie. 

He had made his decision now and it was definite. Tonight, he was going to let her go. 

**

Macie was asleep when he came back, but she woke up with a start, scooting back towards the wall and away from him, her eyes both afraid and angry at the same time as she stared at Mac, but he just removed her cuffs and took a step away from her. 

“You’re free to go…” he said and Macie got up, but then she made a mistake of glancing at him again and it made her stop. He was back, the Mac she had gotten to know, and he looked like she had broken his heart somehow. She knew that, for what he had done and how he had treated her for these last few days, for what he had tried to do to her, she should’ve scurried up and disappeared out of here and away from him. She knew it, the logical part of her knew, but her heart was fighting the logic. It was telling her to think it through, to try and see things from a different angle - he hadn’t been fine for these past three days, had he? He hadn’t been himself. She could forgive that, couldn’t she? He was a drug addict, she knew what she’d be getting herself into. She knew they wouldn’t have good days only. 

She sat back down and stared at her bruised wrist, not daring to touch it, but she didn’t get up again or tried to leave and that seemed to have riled Mac right back up.

“The fuck you doin’ just sittin’ here?! Go!” He hollered, pacing the room like a caged animal.

Macie flinched, but against her own better judgment, she still didn’t move. “No,” she said instead, tilting her chin up spitefully, almost like a child who didn’t know any better. And she really didn’t, this thing with him, these past few days, it was the best thing she ever had. “I told you I’m not leaving and I’m not!” Everything inside of her was screaming for her to get the fuck out of there because he was fucked in the head, but she was just as fucked so she had no problem defying her own common sense. She knew this was insane, but he had been treating her like a princess up until two days ago, when he suddenly flipped his shit and everything blew up. As it blew up, it had to calm down again too, right? That was how storms worked, they never lasted forever. No one has, ever in her life, not fucking once, treated her like a damn princess before and she was sold. He made her love him and if it ruined her life, so be it.

Also, something about the fact that he wanted her around and he wanted so badly to keep her from leaving that he cuffed her up to his bed gave her funny feelings. He didn’t care about the means, as long as she wouldn’t leave his side and that was a lot for her, no matter how fucked up it was, because no one ever wanted her around quite as much, not nearly as much. And last but not least, she had never in her life had better sex and she was more than one hundred percent certain she never would, sparks like theirs were hard, barely possible to find. She could list more reasons to stay, tons of reasons like that day in the canyon climbing rocks, or that date, or their talks, or his eyes, his hands, his shoulders jesus fucking christ those shoulders she wanted to claw and bite on all day every day… Tons of reasons to stay beating the one reason to leave. The one reason might’ve been a mighty one, but her brain was just shrugging it off. It was like, hey you had some trauma already so you’re used to it, let’s go and get some more! Fun fucking times! She was so mad at herself over this!

“That’s bullshit, Mace, and you know it! If I go to fuckin’ sleep now you’ll be gone by the time I wake up, won’t you?” And it’d be a cruel thing to do, to give him hope like that, only to disappear afterwards. It was not nice of her to play games like that with him, not at all. Didn’t she know that he could change his mind any moment?! Then she’d be fucking goner. “Just get the fuck out…” he mumbled, staring down at her. He didn’t want to hurt her, but she was such a stupid, stubborn girl, playing with fire. 

“Fuck you, Mac! You don’t tell me what to do!” she shot back and threw an empty plastic bottle at him, missing the target completely.

Then she made a sound, a frustrated, angry growl, like she was mad at herself or at the world, and of course, at him too, before she got up and he thought this was it, she would either punch him now or she would leave. He was tempted to grab her and cuff her up again but he resisted. He was better than his brother and he was gonna prove that. “Gonna need your clothes, doll..” he reminded her and she took a deep breath and gave him a nod. Then, for whatever reason, she stepped up to him, but didn’t deliver a punch. Instead, she took his hand in hers, gave it a squeeze and pressed a kiss against his shoulder. 

“I know,” she mumbled and she suddenly seemed so calm, “just gonna take a shower first…go lay down and catch some rest, you look like shit…” she said and, for once in his life, Mac did as he was told. He hadn’t slept in three days and had no power left to argue.

He dozed off listening to the sound of water running in the bathroom, knowing she was still there. 

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Mac woke up feeling hands pressing down on him as someone moved to straddle his legs and he momentarily remembered Macie’s words from a few days ago. 

“I’m gonna fuckin’ kill you if you do this…” 

He hadn’t done it and he hadn’t taken that threat very seriously. Macie was small, sweet and, even though certainly a little crazy for getting involved with him, she was not a killer. Was she trying to do it though? That’d be a stupid damn move on her side and he didn’t think she was stupid. 

His eyes shot open and there she was, on top of him, naked as on the day she was born. He was still a bit dozy and if she had a weapon he couldn’t see one, but he wouldn’t risk it anyway. She gasped as he grabbed her by the waist and flipped them around, so she was now laying underneath him. He searched her eyes, looking for either fear or panic, but what he saw threw him off. There was a hint of surprise that flashed through her gaze, she hadn't expected him to wake up yet. Then she burst out in a fit of laughter.

“Dammit, Mac…you’re so highly strung a girl can't even surprise you with a morning head.”

Was that what she was up to? Why the fuck was she still here? Was she fuckin’ insane? Momentarily, he scratched out the thought of her being a little crazy and switched it out with insane instead. This girl had more than just a few screws loose, but Mac was fine with that.

“I thought I told ya to leave…” He didn’t want her to, but it was for her own good. Why couldn’t she just listen to reason?

“You don’t tell me what to do,” she said once again, her voice still filled with laughter and Mac snorted.

“And what if I don’t want you here?” This was such bullshit, of course he wanted her here! He wanted to fuck her brains out right now.

“Oh really? You don’t? ‘s that why you kept me prisoner for three damn days?”

He didn’t say anything to that. What was there to say? Touché, he thought. He hadn’t expected this turn of events at all. He stared down at Macie until she started laughing again.

“Are you high?” He finally asked. “You’re high.” She didn’t even have to answer. The way she was laughing, as if she didn’t have a single care in the world, wasn’t quite fitting the circumstances.

“Just a tiny lil’ bit maybe.” She admitted, making the motion with her fingers to show just how insignificant her high was. Everything hurt like a bitch and she had flipped the house upside down in search of regular pain meds but there were none in the house. What she did find was various drugs, a surprisingly neatly organized drawer of them in an otherwise chaotic house. She was looking for something to ease the pain so weed was her choice, but she needed an upper too, so she reached for a bag of Sour Diesel and rolled herself a joint. Then she bandaged her wrist before she slouched back and lit it. Once it hit, she cleaned through the house like a hurricane, rolling up another one as soon as she felt herself running out of energy. It kept her up all night and once the house was clean enough, she figured she might as well go and get some of Mac’s cock. “So, we gonna fuck now or what?” She asked, and Mac didn’t have to be told twice. He was quick to gather his wits.

“I believe ya said somethin’ bout givin’ me head,” he mumbled, then flipped them back to that starting position, with Macie going down on him straight away. He kept his eyes on her for a few seconds, just to be on the safe side. Just a few seconds though, watching her slick tongue slide from the base of his cock all the way up to the tip, where she flicked her tongue over it and then sucked him into her warm, wet mouth. His hips jerked up, while his head fell back and he groaned. His hands moved to grab on her hair, but he did his best to not yank on her too much. She was fucking stellar without any help from him anyway. 

“Fuckk, Mace, whatcha doing there…” It felt too damn good and he tried not to move much to make it last longer, but his hips jerked up like they had a will of their own every now and then. He pushed himself up, leaning against his elbows to watch her do the magic. Her eyes were only half open and the sight of her perky ass up in the air as her lips slid up and down his cock, tongue swirling around it as she moved was a delight. Everything was a delight and Mac wasn’t sure where to look first - her half hooded eyes, her mouth on his cock, her hand around the base of him or her ass up in the air. 

Macie stopped moving for a moment when she noticed him looking at her. She removed his cock from her mouth with a loud pop, then licked her lips, giving out a devilish little smirk and planting a few kisses down his stomach before she threw herself back on the task. He was enjoying it and Macie could tell. All the sounds he gave out were ratting him out with ease and, even though she hadn’t even touched herself yet, those very sounds made her pussy dripping wet. The very thought of giving him pleasure like this was enough to make her body feel like it was on fire and she moaned around him. The vibration against his cock made him grunt and buck further into her mouth. 

“Don’t stop, princess, don’t stop…” he breathed out the words and she picked up her pace. She was rolling her good wrist as she pumped him, bobbing her head up and down until he couldn't take it anymore. 

“Oh shit, Mace, fuck,” he then wailed and his head plopped back down against the pillows. His fingers were back in her hair, holding her in place while his hips did as they pleased. Macie moaned around his cock again and that fine vibration made him groan and release his load straight down her throat. He then pulled her up to him for a dirty, heated kiss where he could taste himself on her tongue. 

She was here and he still didn’t get it, but he’d ask later. Right now he had better things to do. 

“Fucking hell, baby, that was amazing,” he praised her, grabbing her around the waist to flip them both over. He took a good look at her as she lay on her back now. Her hair was a mess and her pupils were huge, making her eyes almost black. Her cheeks were tinted with her favorite color and she looked beautiful. Her chest was heaving, her nipples were hard and he had to lean down and taste them first. Then his mouth started moving down her body and his hands followed. He licked around her navel and his eyes fell on her wrapped up wrist, so he took her hand and gently pressed his lips against the bandage. “Sorry ‘bout this,” he whispered and he meant it. Macie wasn’t the first woman he had hurt, but she was the first he had ever apologized to. 

“I’ll live,” Macie mumbled and then his lips were back to kissing every part of her body, hands spreading her legs wide open and fingers slowly traveling up her thighs and she sighed in pleasure and anticipation when she felt his hot breath fanning against her pussy before she felt his slick tongue move from back to front of her. “Or I won’t, ohmygod…” 

Mac snickered and buried his nose into her thigh, breathing in the delicate, powdery scent of her, before he sunk his teeth into her skin and she gasped and squirmed under him. Then his mouth went back to tease her, twirling his tongue around her clit, before he sucked on it. It was a lick, suck, repeat thing now. He did it again and again, and it felt better and better each time. His hands were gripping on her things, massaging her ass, playing with her nipples, and time seemed to slow down so it seemed they were everywhere all at once and it was insane. Macie was gripping on the sheets and grinding herself against his face, aching for that sweet release and then it happened. Mac was such a quick learner, he knew by now exactly what to do to her and how to do it. When he felt her body starting to shake, he added his fingers into the mix and away she was, every fucking time. 

He was rock hard again by now, so as she was still riding her high, he grabbed her and flipped her over, pulling her perky ass up towards himself, then buried himself inside of her with a groan. Macie arched her back and was again holding the sheets in a vice like grip. 

“Ohhh fuuckk yes,” she cried out. He smacked her ass hard once, twice, three times as he kept ramming into her. The spot was now probably red and it was burning so deliciously. Then he wrapped an arm around her and his fingers found her sweet spot. “Ohgod, don’t stop, don’t you dare to fuckin’ stop,” she demanded and he never stopped, not until she was clenching around him and screaming out his name. 

“Goddamnit, Mace, fuck fuck yes!” Came from behind her before Mac’s body slumped on top of hers and his breath was hot against the nape of her neck. He planted a kiss there and nuzzled his nose against her skin. “I love you, Macie,” he then whispered and he meant it. He had never believed in love until he suddenly felt what he thought love was. To him, it was Macie.

“You're gonna squish me!”

She giggled and squirmed beneath him, so he rolled off of her and stared into her eyes. “Say it,” he urged. This couldn’t be a one sided thing. He couldn’t allow her to have such power over him. She just stared at him with those starry hazel eyes, stroking his cheek. “Macie…say it.” 

“Mhm.” She leaned closer, nuzzling her nose against his hair. “I do, you know I do,” she whispered and kissed his forehead while he wrapped his arms around her and just held her close, for a moment at least, before the hug turned into more and he fucked her nice and slow this time. They never did it slowly before and it was different. It was beautiful and life was beautiful. She loved him, and he loved her. Shit was fuckin’ perfect.

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They spent that entire day in bed. Mac had a lot to make up for so he made sure he did just that, in various positions and in all the different ways. They didn’t even eat that day, neither of them bothered with dragging their ass into the kitchen. They fucked, took a cigarette break and maybe a nap, and then they fucked again. It felt like they were in a bubble and the rest of the world was outside, they couldn’t touch them. No one could touch them and it was the best fucking day of Mac’s life, as long as he didn’t stop to think about why Macie had decided to stay and how long it would take for her to change her mind. She didn’t know him yet and that was a fact that kept lingering in the back of his mind as he held her while she slept. 

**

“So, what’s wrong with you?” He asked her as they lay in bed together many hours later. Macie leaned against the headboard, half-sitting, while he was settled sideways, his legs dangling over the edge and his head in her lap. She was stroking his hair and it was the nicest thing ever. But why did she stay? Devon said she never would and Mac thought that made sense.

“What’s wrong with me? The fuck kind of question is that?” She asked with a snort, exhaling the smoke straight into his face. 

“I mean, why are you still here?”

“Well, isn't that obvious?” 

Was it though? Perhaps to her, but to him it sure as hell was a mystery. For once in his life he had decided to do the right thing and let a woman go, but then she just decided to stick around. It was too easy, too simple and it made no sense. He shook his head no.

“Well, I thought about it,” she said, pushing him off so she could roll over to her stomach and grab the ashtray that always stood on the nightstand. While he was asleep, she really did think and she almost did leave too, but she kept postponing it, grabbing one cigarette after the other until the pack was empty and she reached her decision. For so long, Macie had tried so hard to just be normal, but it was hard because she never knew normal. Sometimes she would quite literally force herself into relationships and they never felt right, they were just hard work with very little to no reward and she was miserable, but she would try to hold on. Because she never had anybody and she was so tired of being on her own, she’d hold on for as long as she could, until she’d eventually snap and then she’d disappear. It made her believe that she was too fucked up to really connect with people.

But things felt so different with Mac. She didn’t know him all too well and she was aware of that, there’d be bumps on that road for sure and it would not be an easy ride, but feeling good came so easy with him. Feeling close, feeling desired, beautiful, all the things that were a struggle before, suddenly just blossomed inside of her and it felt so natural that she hadn’t even realized until that day out in the canyon. She was happy and it was him that made her so. How could she leave him then? It would be fucking dumb, when he was what she had been dreaming to find all along. 

“It’s probably insane, I know…you showed me the side of you that’s real fuckin’ nasty…” But she was capable of bad shit too, worse shit even, so again, who was she to judge him based on that and only that? “I figured though, that it would’ve been unfair to not take other things into consideration…you know?” 

Mac watched her blow some smoke out into the air before she handed the cigarette over to him. “What other things?” He asked. 

“You know, amazing sex’s one of them. And I think we had more good moments than we had bad...can’t dismiss those because there was a rough patch.”

She sure had a point there. The sex was amazing and he had been trying to win her over in other ways too and it hadn’t been in vain. She noticed the efforts and she had taken them into consideration too. “What if it happens again? I flip out again and you’re gone?” He asked, he had to ask that, because it would surely happen again someday.

“Why would it happen again?” she retorted, narrowing her big hazel eyes a little.

He shrugged. “I'm a junkie, you know that…they do crazy shit sometimes, ” 

“No shit, like cuffing women up to their beds?” She asked with a theatrical gasp. “We can do that again, by the way, but please just ask first…” 

He snickered, but had more reasons to list. “Not a good person either, Macie…”

“No one is, Mac…”

“Yeah, but I’m worse than most…” He never said that to anyone, at least not without it being a threat of some kind, but it was a fact and he was aware of it, she wasn’t. 

Macie shrugged. “Well, I don’t know about that, I just know you’ve been good to me…why’d you do it, though? Cuff me up and shit? I wasn’t gonna leave anyway, but you almost made me leave…”

“I dunno, Devon said you’d go and I reckoned he was right.”

“Devon? The guy from the bar? The fuck does he know?” The guy sure tried to scare her into leaving. He was telling her stuff she didn’t ask about and giving her warnings she didn’t wanna hear. Whenever Mac wasn’t around, that Devon guy talked shit about him and he gave Macie the creeps.

“My brother,” Mac said and she did not know that.

“Oh, okay. We both have asshole brothers then, good.” Macie never met hers, but she knew he was an asshole.

“He had a point. He just didn’t know you’re fucked in the head…fuckin insane,” Mac mumbled, grabbed her hand and pulled her over so she straddled his lap. 

“Takes one to know one, right?”

He grinned and took her other hand in his, bringing it up to his lips where he gently kissed her bruised wrist.  “Sorry ‘bout that,” he apologized again.

She nodded. “Just don’t do it again. You scared me…”

“I know, but can’t really promise shit won’t escalate again sometime…” He had to play fair with her. She had to know what she was getting into, so she wouldn’t just change her mind later on.

“Then we’ll deal with that later…how about we get our asses out of bed now and go grab something to eat?” 

**

The next morning, Mac woke up to an empty bed and he thought she was gone. It made him feel played and betrayed, his anger flaring up and not even the fact that he found her in the kitchen, all smiles as she was frying some eggs, had calmed him down. Macie stepped over to him and she tossed her arms around his neck, propping herself up to the tips of her toes to give him a  kiss, but he was in a sour mood and he didn’t really respond. “I’ve got stuff to do, girl. Ain’t got time for this shit right now,” he grunted as he pulled away from her and headed towards the door, where he pulled his shoes on and away he was. 

Macie just rolled her eyes and grabbed her plate, then sat down to eat. Mac was in a bad mood and she knew damn well how that played out the last time. 

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That summer passed in a blink and so did fall. It was now December and the Luna Mesa was kind of quiet tonight. It was snowing outside. Macie watched the snowflakes twirl in the wind as she sat huddled up in the bar, a table next to the window to enjoy her tea with a hint of whiskey and a killer view. It was lovely. Being a Georgia girl, she hadn’t seen much snow in her life and the winter here was cold as fuck compared to what she was used to, but god, did she love it! She loved it, almost as much as she loved Mac. 

It would be a lie to say their relationship was perfect and Macie was no liar, she could keep a secret but had a hard time telling a lie, so no, it was miles and miles away from being all sunshine and rainbows. Some people were just hard to love sometimes, but easy to fall in love with and Mac was one of them. She fell for him so easily, but their road was riddled with obstacles. It took time for her to learn how to deal with certain situations, but now she knew. Things were good.

He could still make her laugh and feel good and, even though they had moments where they both made each other miserable, she was still happy. It had never lasted this long before. Maybe the key to a happy relationship really was in never going to sleep being mad at eachother. It was advice they followed to the t, a heated fight always meant hot, angry sex to blow off the steam and cuddles afterwards. He still had his episodes, but it wouldn’t happen often and she learned how to deal with them - he was mostly the one to end up locked in the bedroom where he could scream and shout and break things as much as his angry heart desired.

Now she was sitting here, waiting for him to finish up at the garage where he worked and join her for a drink. The evening was calm, not many tourists around the area at this time of the year, only Mac’s obnoxious buddies and his brother sitting over at the bar counter, talking to Walter and a few locals scattered here and there.

Macie had been keeping an eye on Devon since he had tried to sabotage her relationship with Mac. She didn’t like him one bit and there was something about him that everyone was keeping from her and it was bad, it had to be bad. She knew he had a girlfriend, but why didn’t she ever see her? She had been here for half a year now, so where did Devon’s girl hide? No one ever talked about her, but her name came up on one occasion, where Macie had been adamant to make a point by flaunting it in Devon’s face that she was here to stay and she was staying for Mac. That had been a fun night. 

She had picked the music herself and as Dexter Holland was singing about his ol’ lady pawing and grabbing on him, Missy made a point out of pawing and grabbing on her boyfriend, which made his brother lose his shit and it made Missy more certain that his relationship was somehow off. That evening Reggie’s name was mentioned, but as she tried to ask Mac about her later on, he refused to talk about it. Macie needed to know, though, so she was still on the case of finding shit out.

A couple of guys walked in, probably only traveling through and stopping for the night. They stopped at the bar and Macie could hear them talk accommodations with Walter. They didn’t want a hotel room, so Walter offered a rental cabin he owed just a bit out of town. The strangers agreed, placed their order and paid for it, one of them jiggling with the keys to the cabin on their way to find a table and sit. Macie didn’t bother to look up at them at all and why they sat on the table right next to hers was a mystery to her, but they were loud and annoying and obviously trying to catch her attention. She wasn’t interested though, so she kept staring out the window, ignoring them. It worked for some time. 

Then, suddenly, they both moved and sat with her and it was only then that she looked up and recognized one of them.

“Don’t you know it’s rude to ignore people trying to have a conversation with you?” A tall, dark haired guy with obsidian eyes and a smug smile asked. His name was Finn, so he said, and he was handsome, very handsome actually, but it had no effect on Macie as she already had a handsome devil of her own. The other guy was Noah and Macie knew who Noah was, even though they have never officially met. She grew up with pictures of him, all over the shitty run down apartment she had been forced to live in with a monster that was their father. Noah didn’t seem to know who she was though, since he was now trying to flirt with her. He wasn’t much to look at, or he was too much to look at, it was just a matter of perception, but he was acting like a hotshot. Not that he was ugly, to some girls he was probably a walking wet dream, but all Macie could see was too much muscle, not enough brain. Randy's eyes too. And she knew he was a dickhead, but what was he doing here? Was he looking for her? Fuck, she thought. What if they were on to her? Fuck fuck fuck! She stayed calm on the outside, but on the inside she had pure chaos erupt. 

She stared at the two guys as they introduced themselves. “Don’t you know it’s rude to just sit at someone’s table uninvited and invade their personal space?” She shot back, eyes darting towards the bar, where Mac had settled just a few moments ago and was already keeping an eye on the two idiots stepping into his territory. And he did not like it. 

The two men noticed her eyes as they wandered. “We just thought it to be a pity for a pretty lil’ thing like yourself to sit all alone like this,” Noah said with a shrug, then nodded his head discreetly in Mac’s direction. “Is that your man? What kind of a dickhead leaves a girl on her own like this?”

“The kind that’s busy. Now tell me, are you stupid or you like the idea of someone kicking your teeth in? If I were you, I’d scurry up right now and go back to your table, or better yet, out of this place…” Guys who dared to flirt with her usually didn’t end up well, it happened a few times already and they never showed their face in the bar again, or in town. 

The guys both laughed, they were already drunk when they came in and it showed. “Don’t tell me you actually think that guy–” Noah now pointed at Mac, the tone of his voice was almost mocking and it was a stupid move. Such a very stupid move. “--that he can take me on?” he finished the sentence and kept on laughing that annoying donkey-like laugh of his.

“Oh my fuckin’ god…” Macie sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, before she emptied her cup. Her brother was a pure headache in person. “Can you just shut up and leave me alone already?” She snapped, raising her voice now and Mac was by her table in an instant. 

He pulled the big guy up to his feet with ease, but the brainless idiot just kept on guffawing in tandem with his buddy. “Ooooh look Finn, we’re gonna get our asses kicked now…” Noah was on a roll but no one but his buddy was laughing. 

From behind the bar, Walter was sending Mac a warning glare. If he was to stir trouble, he better take it out of the Luna Mesa. He didn’t want the place swarming with cops over some dumb and drunk city boys. 

Macie could see Mac’s nostrils flaring with suppressed anger, but he gave Walter a nod and shoved the big guy towards the door. His buddy followed on his own. 

“Go sober the fuck up, Ill be seeing you later,” Mac sneered and the guys both burst into another fit of laughter, while he turned to Macie and tugged on her to get up. “Come on, you head on home and don’t wait up…I’ll be late..”

“What about our drink?” She complained, pouting, but all she got was a kiss and a smack on her ass. He was letting this slide way too easily, she thought to herself as she followed him out. 

**

Mac escorted her over to the car, telling her to go straight home, but he was the first to drive off, while Macie was still searching for some music to play along the way. Driving a car without music was the worst. Her windows were rolled down and those two assholes were nearby, she could hear them talk and she didn’t like what they were saying. Her name was mentioned as Finn was asking Noah why he hadn’t asked around for Lilly instead of getting them kicked out of the bar by not being able to stay clear of chicks for five fucking minutes. “She was hot,” Noah said with a snort, “can’t help myself…if lil’ sis is here, we’ll find her, what’s the hurry? We can have some fun too.”

Fuck, Noah was definitely here looking for her and she had to deal with it now, before he started asking around. She couldn’t allow for her past to ruin her future now, no fuckin’ way! 

To have Noah here was bad news, but she could be worse, she could be wicked. Momentarily she knew exactly how to handle this and she didn’t need three years of detailed planning this time. 

She fastened her seatbelt and the car slowly rolled to where the guys still stood, now smoking a joint. She rolled the window all the way down and heaved a theatrical sigh. “My god, I thought he’d never leave…” she said, nodding her head to where Mac’s truck disappeared down the road. “So, you guys are staying at Walter’s cabin, right? Wanna have some fun?” 

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“So, Noah…I heard you’ve been a bad, bad boy…” she was saying in a soft voice, pushing the blade against her brother's throat, then lightly dragging it over his muscular torso and all the way down to the waistband of his Calvin Klein boxers. Her brother sure seemed to enjoy what he thought this was. She had both men stripped down to their underwear and cuffed to the metal headboard of the bed and it had been so easy to trick them into doing whatever she asked of them. 

She nipped Noah just a tiny little bit as she sneaked the blade beneath the fabric of his boxers and leaned over to peek inside. He hissed and she laughed. 

“Oh My God, wow…ain’t ya yer father’s son, huh? Getting hard with yer sister straddling you, huh, big brother? Daddy liked fucking lil’ girls, including his own daughter and you’re wired a bit differently but not quite right either, huh?”

Now that the cat was out of the bag, Noah looked like he was about to piss himself and his buddy didn’t look much better. They were afraid of the crazy chick with a knife now, they obviously knew what she had done, but how could they know? 

“Why are you lookin’ for me?” she asked.

“Because your ass is going to prison, Lilly, you’re one crazy bitch, I know what you’ve done…”

“Watch your mouth,” Macie hissed out and pressed the blade back to his throat, a bit harder this time. “I haven’t done shit! And my name’s Macie now, you got that or do I have to carve it here for you to remember?” She dragged the blade down his chest.

“Fuck you!” Noah hissed and Macie didn’t think before she cut him.

“What do you think I’ve done, huh?”

“You trapped four men in one room and set them on fire, you crazy bitch!”

And just then, Mac came barging in. 

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Disenchanted Lullabies
Sing me yours, I'll sing you mine
Sing with me now what's a boy to do?
What's a boy to do?
Sing along for yesterday
Sing along my soul today
Sing along another song for you
What's a boy to do?

I may be scattered
A little shattered
What does it matter?
No one has a fit like I do
I'm the only one that's fits you

Whispering to pass the time
Whisper for the days gone by
Whisper with the voice inside of you
With this ring you will be mine
With this ring I'll multiply
With this ring surrendering to you
What's a boy to do?

The truck rolled to a stop on a clearing near the cabin, right next to Macie’s red Golf.  Seeing his woman's car here wasn’t something he had expected and even though his initial go to emotion was blinding rage, a hint of worry creeped in as well. Was Macie here against her will, or was she looking for some fun on the side? 

No, his girl would not be stupid and try to cross him over. She knew what he was capable of, at least bits and pieces of it. 

He would’ve followed these guys as they were leaving the bar, but if he wanted to teach them some lessons, he needed some tools for it so he had to make a stop first. He drove to the cave and filled a duffle with all kinds of goodies. 

Now he was standing at the doorway, staring at his half-naked girlfriend straddling one of the guys - the one with donkey laughter, who just a few seconds ago was blabbering about her having set four guys on fire. He was making Macie pretty damn mad and she didn't even realize straight away that she had company. She was quick to jump off the bed and away from the guy as soon as she noticed Mac though, bloody hands raised in front of her, still holding the knife. On the man’s chest, there was an M carved in and he was now crying like a baby. His buddy was out cold, probably passed out from the shock and booze, or whatever Macie had given him. 

“I’m sorry!” Macie shot out all of a sudden and he wasn’t sure what exactly she was apologizing for until she continued. “He’s here for me, I couldn’t let him ruin shit! I just wanted to scare them!”

She scared the living shit out of them, that much was clear. But what did she think the guys would do once she’d let them go? They would’ve gone straight for their phones and they would’ve called the cops. What she did was still hot, Mac had no idea that his girl might have this in her. That story about the four guys too, the girl was on fire and just looking at the bloody knife in her hand gave him a boner and in one quick stride, he was standing right in front of her. 

“Oh I’m gonna fuck you so good tonight, Macie…” he groaned before he grabbed her and shoved his tongue into her mouth. Macie didn’t think this would turn him on, but it did. Then again, whatever she did seemed to have a similar effect on him and she loved it. It was fucked up, but she could’ve fucked him right there. He had the exact same effect on her.

“Man, come on…the chick’s crazy, you should fuckin hold her on a leash…” Noah’s voice broke through their haze and they both looked his way and then back at each other. 

"Who's the dickhead?"

"My brother."

“And were you seriously planning to let them loose?” Mac asked and Macie answered with a shrug at first. 

“I guess…but then again, I might’ve taken it a bit too far…they would’ve called the cops and then I’d be in trouble…” she was thinking out loud now. 

“So, what’s the plan then?” 

“Burn the place down.” 

Noah was now protesting loudly, calling for help and trying to wake his buddy up. Both Macie and Mac ignored him. There was not a living soul around here that could hear his screams.

“Just like that?”

“Well, no, not just like that. But they were drunk, right? One of them passed out with a glass of whiskey and a cigarette, the glass tipped over, the alcohol spilled over the blanket, the cigarette set it all on fire. The door was locked and they couldn’t find the key. The window was jammed and they lost too much time trying to break down the door…they passed out….” 

Mac stared at her in a bit of a shock, but more in awe. Did she come up with all that just now? Like some kind of evil mastermind?

“So this really isn’t your first rodeo, baby, is it?” She didn’t answer the question, but her silence was a good enough answer already. Macie loved playing with fire. “Listen, that’s a great plan, but this is my old man's cabin so let’s not light it on fire, okay? Let’s deal with shit my way.” It might be less spectacular, but surely just as painful for these two assholes and it would also draw less attention. He leaned down to pull a baseball bat out of the duffle. Now his girl would see who he really was, all the cards would be laid out and, if she stayed, Mac would fuckin’ put a ring on it. 

On the bed, Noah was sobbing and pulling on the cuffs, as if that would help. Finn, whose drink Macie had spiked when they first came to the cabin, was still out, but was now waking up. 

Mac had initially wanted to take his time with the two. He hadn’t been out to play since the summer, when a guy went missing for flirting with his girl, and he had been looking forward to this now, but what Macie had done here tonight had him fucking throbbing something fierce. He wanted nothing more then to go home and fuck her good, like he always did. 

Finn was quick to go, but Noah would be useful, so they took him over to the caves, where Mac tied him up to deal with him later. Along the way, Mac ditched Finn’s body for the coyotes to feast on it and now it was finally time for him to deal with Macie. 

**

Macie had no time to properly park her car. It was still moving when Mac tore the door open and was pulling her out. She turned the engine off, but the keys were left dangling from the ignition and the door wide open as Mac tossed her over his shoulder and strode towards the house they shared. They haven't even made it inside. It was freezing, but they were both on fire. 

Mac pushed her up against the front door and she gasped from the force of it. He then unbuckled her jeans and kicked her legs further apart. His one hand sneaked up her hoodie and underneath her bra while the other one went down into her pants and past the waistline of her panties. Her breath hitched when he pinched her nipple, biting into her shoulder at the same time, while his fingers slid along her heat and he masterfully avoided the spot she needed him to touch. He was a multitasking sex demon.

“Really?” Macie whined. “You’re gonna tease me like that now?” Because now was not the time, she was burning for him and needed him in all the right places. She grabbed his hand and tried to adjust his movements, but he pushed her hand away and continued on his own. 

He leaned over and whispered into her ear. “You’ve been a bad girl, baby…”

“I know…but I…”

“Shhh…you’ll get what’s coming to you, don’t you worry…” And with that, he removed his hands from her body and was quick to unlock the door, grabbing her around the waist and picking her up to carry her inside.

She had been baking Christmas cookies earlier that day and some of her baking stuff was left out on the dining table and was now on Mac’s way. It all landed on the floor and Macie was laid down on the table instead, with Mac stomping all over the flour that spilled out of its metal container and kicking the christmas cookie molds all around the kitchen. 

Macie had to laugh at that. “You’re gonna help me clean up later, I swear…” She never got to finish her sentence, as Mac growled for her to shut up, his mouth clashing with hers in a heated, open mouthed kiss. Her pants were yanked down her legs, his hoodie flew over to the counter where it knocked down some glasses. His hands were pulling and gripping, fingers digging into her skin in a deliciously painful manner. He could turn her into a heap of moans and whimpers in a second, and only Mac and no one else knew how to do that. 

She was all teeth, biting, nibbling, nails dragging up his strong arms. It was heaven and she knew it could only get better from there. 

Her head snapped up and she pushed herself up a little, leaning against her arms as she watched him push her legs apart once more, now sitting down on a chair by the end of the table and grinning like a wicked devil he was as he dragged his tongue along her pussy. “Oh fuckkk,” she whimpered, arms barely able to support her weight, but she loved watching him. A few more licks like that though, and she knew her arms would buckle and she’d land with her back flat on the table, staring at the very familiar crack in the ceiling.

“Ohshit…oh god! Fuckkk!” She had to scream as he jumped from licking to sucking, the transition so sudden and unexpected that it made her crash down against the table while he never stopped, not for a moment did he stop twirling that damn tongue and in a matter of minutes, her whole body was shuddering and she was gasping for air. Mac didn’t waste a moment. He loved fucking her through an orgasm and straight into another one. When he first did that to her, it felt so good she thought she was gonna fucking die. And she would, she’d die for him at this point, no questions asked.

He was pounding into her and grabbed a fistfull of her hair, pulling her up to him where she wrapped herself around him, arms around his shoulders and legs around his waist. “Fuck yes, just like that!” She praised what he was doing. “Gonna cum again, just don’t stop! Don’t fuckin’ stop!” Her voice reached a ridiculously high pitch.

“That’s right, cum all over my cock, Macie. Come on, baby, one more!” His voice was but a growl into her ear. Then he buried his nose into the crook of her neck and bit the spot that he always did, making her scream his name as she clenched around his cock and dug her nails into his skin. He couldn’t hold it in anymore either and he emptied his load deep inside of her.

Her body went almost limp in his arms and he picked her up and carried her into the bedroom, not tossed over his shoulder or with arms wrapped around her waist, he went for bridal style instead, loving how she leaned her head against his chest. 

**

That night, they had a long and heavy conversation, where Macie confessed her sins and Mac did the same in return, admitting at least a part of his own dark deeds. It was on that same night that he proposed and Macie said yes. Five months later, in a small wedding chapel in Vegas, they got married, getting matching tattoos instead of wedding bands and it was perfect.

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Randy Andrews was still alive and kicking, as Mac found out two days later, when Macie and him finally crawled out of bed and drove over to the caves where Noah was now wide awake and terrified. He told them what Randy had told him - that he knew it was Macie that lured him and his buddies to the church to set them all on fire, because she had been cocky enough to let herself be seen. She had wanted the men to know who their judge, jury and executioner was and she was too certain that none of them would come out alive and that had been her first mistake. Even though Macie thought that she had made no mistakes, she had made several. She had made a big one by overseeing the heavy latch door behind the altar leading down to a tiny room that Randy assumed was actually a tomb. It was barely big enough for one person to hide from the fire and that one person had been him. Perhaps Macie had seen it, but underestimated the strength that a man about to die could have, Randy couldn’t know for sure. The thing wasn’t easy to pull open, but it was doable and now Macie was going down - or at least that was how Randy Andrews was thinking when he sent his son to go and find the little cunt. He would’ve gone himself, but he wanted her to think he was dead, he wanted to catch her off guard and vulnerable.

Mac had different ideas. 

Macie had wanted to end it all right there, but Mac had decided to keep Noah alive just long enough to lure Randy in, then he’d take care of them both and Macie would never have to worry about a damn thing ever again. This wasn’t Mac’s first rodeo either and he could and would outsmart and take down the bastard with his eyes fuckin closed. Randy Andrews was going down and not a damn person in the world could ever say he hadn’t deserved it. With what Mac had in store for the man, he would soon wish he had died and stayed fucking dead. 

He made a call, numbers were easy to find, it was all down on Noah’s phone, just a click away. 

“Hello?” 

“Yes, hello. Randy Andrews? I’m calling about your son, Noah Andrews.”

“Did something happen to Noah?”

“Yes, sir. Your son has been in an accident, I’m afraid I don’t have good news.”

“An accident? Does that accident have anything to do with that cunt he went looking for?”

“Language, sir, please. It was a drunken accident, I think it had nothing to do with no one but alcohol and drugs we found in his system. If you want to see your son, I’d recommend that you take the first flight to Salt Lake City. You can call this number with information on your arrival, we’ll send someone to pick you up from the airport. Mrs. Theresa Andrews has been informed about this too.”

A few hours later, Mac received the details on when exactly Randy’s plane would land the next day and with that the first part of his plan was done.

The next day, he was at the Salt Lake City International Airport at 6 pm sharp, with a sign reading Mr.Randy Andrews. Even though he had never seen the man before, he recognized him way before he approached. Half of his face was burned off and the burns went down his neck, the rest of the damaged skin hiding beneath his clothes. Macie did well and now Mac would be the one to deliver the final few blows. The man followed him to his truck without a word, only speaking out when he had started getting suspicious about where they were going. They were out of the city and the drive was taking way too long. “A clinic in Cainville, sir, that’s where your son’s at,” Mac told the man, even though there was no such thing as a clinic in their small town. Not that Randy Andrews had to know that, the man was passed out with blood oozing from his head wound way before they reached Cainville and the caves anyway. 

Noah was pleading to be released as Mac brought the older man to join the family party. He hung him up by his hands and then left to give the father and son some privacy. 

The few hours he was gone though, Macie had gone and done something stupid. 

**

Macie had been restless and on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Now that Randy had crawled back from hell she again felt like she would never be free of him. Lately she had felt so empowered, she had taken her life back from the man who had been haunting her for years and it felt so good to be in control. Mac had told her to leave it all up to him and she was more than happy to do so, she didn’t want to see Randy’s face ever in her life again, so her whole life was now in Mac’s hands and she trusted him with it, but she didn’t trust her father. So to keep herself from doing something stupid, she had now gone and done something stupid anyway. She had focused on her Reggie quest now. A few days ago she had overheard Mac’s buddies as they, not very subtly, talked and cackled about Devon's funky relationship with who they claimed was his sister and also not exactly compliant. It was sick what they babbled, but she temporarily had to push it into the back of her mind when Noah showed up. Now though, Mac was on the Noah case and Macie’s focus was back on it fully, it was the best distraction she could come up with. 

She had to do this, letting it slide was not an option. She had to check if there was any truth in it because, if shit would go down for her, then the least she could do was to help someone who might be in need now that she still had the time. 

So she had been keeping track of Devon’s moves for a while now and that day, she had decided to drive over to his place as soon as he’d hit the bar for the evening. That part worked just fine for her and once Devon had left the house and she knew he wouldn’t be coming back for at least a couple of hours, she was quick to get in and she had finally met his girl. What she didn’t know though, was that she had picked Reggie’s birthday to do her bidding and for his girl’s birthday, Devon had made special plans. She had found Reggie in one of the bedrooms, arms tied to the bedpost and legs bound tightly together. Her hair was damp, freshly washed and she had a nice little dress on, makeup too. It was damn weird. The girl’s eyes were empty, but she was awake and as soon as she saw Macie at the door, tears started streaming down her cheeks. It broke Macie’s heart to shreds and she didn’t think at that moment, she just acted and started removing the restraints. 

She had wanted to help, she had wanted to do for Reggie what no one had done for her, but Reggie knew that Devon would be back any minute now, he had only gone out to grab his special birthday dinner order. There would be no time for a grand escape, but Reggie did want an out, so she did the one thing she had time for. - grabbed the gun she knew Devon always kept in the drawer just at the reach of her hand. “Thank you,” the girl mumbled as her savior hurried to peek out through the window, where a car - Devon’s car, was already pulling up right next to Macie’s. Then, there was a loud bang and Reggie was now lying dead in the bed.

*

“You nosy bitch! What have you done?!” The man screamed as he rummaged through the house, loud and angry footsteps getting closer to the room Macie stood frozen in with Reggie’s blood all over her clothes. She grabbed the gun the girl had used to end her own miserable existence, but her hands shook fiercely and before she could shoot, she was knocked out by the raging man that barged into the room and went straight for her. 

She was in a bad shape as he dragged her into the car and now they were going somewhere, but it was dark and Macie was in too much pain to pay attention to anything. Images were blurry as the car was moving fast and she kept slipping in and out of consciousness. She fucked up, she knew that now. She was a dead girl and the only thing she wished for was to see Mac just one last time. Nothing else really mattered right now.

The first face she saw when she came to wasn’t Mac’s though. It wasn’t Devon either. 

“Hey there, baby girl,” the man called, the glow of the fire dancing over his face and revealing the horror she had put him through. She still didn’t regret that, he deserved every bit of pain she had given him and then some.

“Shut up! You’re dead!” She shot back, but her voice lacked the edge she wished it had. She was beaten and tied up, unable to move and she was more afraid than she was ready to admit. 

Devon grabbed Macie by her already bruised neck and pulled her up to her feet and dragged her closer to where Randy was hanging from the ceiling. His wrists were chained up and he was swinging slightly as he tried to stand on the tips of his toes, his feet not fully touching the ground. 

“It seems to me that the tables have turned, honey. You seem more dead to me than I am right now,” the man said with a creepy grin and then Devon opened his mouth to speak. 

“You know what I could do now? I could switch your roles, release him and hang you up instead? He told me what you’ve done, I bet he would be happy to have his way with you, I’d be happy to let him, too…”

“You wanna do that, better do it fast…” she sneered in his face. “Once Mac’s here, you’re all dead…”

“Maybe, but Mac’s not here…” 

*

Mac wasn’t there, but he was on his way right now. He had seen Macie’s car where it didn’t belong and when he stepped into his brother’s place and saw that shit went down, he turned around and drove back towards the caves. His girl was in more trouble than he cared to admit and he drove as if he had the devil on his tail. Devon’s car was right there, parked on its usual spot by the caves and Mac barged in to find his girl passed out on the dirty old mattress where countless other chicks had been before, in the state just like this, or worse. 

“Motherfucker! What is this shit, Devon?!”

“Wanna know what this cunt did?! Reggie’s dead! Reggie is fucking dead and now she’s gonna die too!” Devon hollered like a mad man, launching towards his brother, but Mac was stronger than him. Still, Devon gave as good as he got.

“Good, and now you're gonna fuckin’ die and you can be together for fucking ever! Leave Mace out of it!” Mac hollered back, pinning his brother against the rocks. He would’ve been mad at Macie right now, had he not been busy beating Devon’s ass up. 

“She killed Reggie!”

“She wanted to help Reggie!” She had been talking about it and asking questions for a while already, Mac kept telling her to just stay out of it, but of course she didn’t. No one told Macie what she could and couldn’t do.

“But she fuckin’ killed ‘er!” Devon’s anger was so great and all consuming that it made him vulnerable. He had loved Reggie, he had loved her more than anything in the world, in ways that the world just couldn’t understand, in ways Reggie couldn’t understand herself. 

Devon’s angry pain was hot and raging, leaving his head a mess. Fear could do that to a person too, but not always, not right now. Mac’s head was cool and he was looking for a way out of the mess, while his brother was neck deep inside of it, with Mac plunging his fists into him over and over until Devon didn’t move anymore. Now he had to make sure his girl was fine.

“Mmm, hey you,” Macie mumbled as she came to and an image of Mac was floating in front of her eyes. “You’re my one wish come true, d’ ya know that?” She was talking nonsense, but she was awake and speaking, which was good. She probably had a concussion and a few broken ribs, she hissed when he tried to pick her up, but she'd be fine. Devon would pay for it, though, with his life.  

**

The list of people who had to pay for hurting Macie had grown these past few days and it gave Mac something to do, while she was at home, recovering. Devon was the first he took care of and it was quick, but not painless. Mac was clever enough to make it look like a double suicide, some real Romeo and Juliet shit. He didn’t worry much about the bruises, those would be easy to explain with a simple lie. Walter’s rage wasn’t something he wanted to deal with right now, so it was better to keep Devon’s blood off his hands.

Noah was neither quick nor painless and Mac made Randy watch and beg for his son’s life that hasn’t gotten spared in the end, no matter what the man had promised him. His death was the last and the most brutal too, but he was gone now and Mac could turn his focus back on what mattered the most - getting Macie back on her feet. He did his best to nurture her back to health and dealt with the cops that came to ask questions at the same time. They found nothing on anyone, Noah and Randy Andrews, as well as Finn Kenneth had simply disappeared off the face of the earth, gone without a trace. They had hurt his girl though and Mac was clear with the cops - if they ever found the bastards, he wanted to be the first to know. His anger seemed convincing enough.

Life went on and, for Mac, it was filled with all the love Macie had to give and she had a shitload of it for him. 

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Mac was a pain in Macie’s ass at times, but she loved him more each day. She loved him for who he was when he was with her and for what he had done to make sure their lives wouldn’t get ruined. It’s been four years since shit went down and they’ve been the best years of Macie’s life by far. All the devils were now gone and burried. Life was calmer, even when it was far from calm but there were many good things to focus on. Their insatiable appetite for each other had only grown and they kept exploring new things that she never thought she would ever dare to try. 

It was fun. 

She trusted Mac and many people thought her to be crazy for that, but Macie didn’t care about many people. She was ready and willing to go for whatever crossed Mac’s mind and he could have some fairly twisted ideas crossing his mind more times than not. They had played around with things Macie never thought she’d be comfortable playing around with, yet here she was right now, tied up to the bedpost and with a knife sliding down the inside of her thigh and she had asked for it herself. Mac was into this shit, but she was into trust and letting a guy tie you up and drag a knife over your skin was a good show of it. Then, there was the fine contrast between the cold and smooth surface of the blade on her one thigh, as opposed to Mac’s warm and rough hand on her other. His hot mouth was following that trail, moving slow and with purpose, making her feel almost like he would never reach the spot she needed him to reach.

“Oh my god, oh my fuckin god” Macie gasped as she watched it happen and she couldn’t tear her eyes from him, he was getting so close now, but then he moved to the side and continued up to her belly button and she wailed. “Fffuuckkk no, I can’t anymore!” He’s been doing this for a while now, teasing and taunting, it was the sweetest, and also seemed like the cruelest form of torture right at this moment. She had to admire his patience though, that was something she never thought he’d have, not to this extent. 

“What’s the word, baby?” She heard him mumble against her damp skin and she was quick to say it. 

“Please, please please, I have to feel you now!”

He had to feel her too, feel her fall apart so he could jump right in and get his own release. Mac has been doing this for the past hour or so and his dick was hard like a damn rock and he was leaking all over the sheets. He moved down, with his hand first and then his mouth. He had dropped the knife for now, it wasn’t needed anymore, not at the moment. His fingers slid light as a feather along her slit and Macie made the sweetest sound as her head fell down on the soft pillow. Her body was shuddering already. Then he blew some air against her deliciously slippery flesh, hot as burning fire and when he touched her with his tongue, she was a goner. 

He held her close to his face and kept on working his tongue against her as she screamed, she was trying to squirm away now, it was all too much, too good. Her heart was about to beat out through her ribcage and her voice didn’t sound like her own anymore. All the air left her lungs then and she went quiet. She felt like she was about to pass out, but then he stopped and she could feel waves flushing through her body still, big and powerful, like a tsunami. Her man had the power to destroy her and he was destroying her in all the best ways. 

“Nonono not yet oh my god, I can’t!” She cried when her eyes opened and she caught the sight of him stroking his cock. It was his turn now and she wouldn’t be given a minute to breathe. 

“You can, princess, you can,” he grunted and his hands fell down to each side of her. In one swift and hard move, Mac filled her up to the hilt and she screamed again, this was too much. He moved his hips, in and out, bucking them slowly at first, then faster and harder, her walls never stopped quivering around him and it gave him just what he needed, a push over the edge and a fall into the abyss as his body landed on top of hers. He wailed like an animal and it was out of this world, the sound as well as the feeling. He grabbed the knife to set Macie’s arms free and as soon as she could move them, she had her fingers in his hair and she held him close. No one ever held him close like that before he had met her and maybe that was why every other chick failed in comparison to her. On most days it felt like she was made especially for him, even though they were like oil and water sometimes. 

*

They were spending an awful lot of time together. Mac wasn’t a fan of Macie hanging out with anyone else, not that he didn’t allow it, but he always complained about everyone and everything. Some girls she would hang out with occasionally sometimes complained about him too though, telling Macie that they couldn’t even begin to comprehend how and why she ended up married to him. But Macie didn’t care about what they were saying, she loved him, and loved him more each day. In her mind, they were only being jealous. And how wouldn’t they be? Most of those chicks, if not all, fucked him at some point, they knew what he could do in bed and that was reason enough for them to envy what Macie had.

Ariadne was baffled too. She had started working at the bar a few months after Macie and Mac had gotten married and Macie considered the woman to be her closest friend now, but three years later, and she still didn’t understand how this marriage came to be. 

Mac and Ariadne had been in the same grade all the way through high school, or at least until Mac dropped out to join his father’s business. She kept telling Macie stories about Mac from back in the day and they weren’t nice stories. Ariadne even admitted to having had a crush on Mac, but he scared the living Jesus out of her when she tried to approach him back when they were fourteen. According to Ariadne, he scared the living shit out of everyone. They fucked though, but it was only once, she was seventeen back then and that had scared the living Jesus out of Ariadne too, she wasn’t into guys biting and tossing her around one bit, it was freaking her out. Macie never would’ve thought the woman to be such a scaredy cat. 

“I can see that you changed him,” she’d sometimes say, “but I still don’t get it…aren’t you afraid of him?”

The answer was no, Macie wasn’t afraid of her husband, she had no reason to fear him. The way he was with everyone else didn’t concern her, why would it? She grew up with a man who was good to everyone, except for her. Now she had it the other way around and she felt safe and loved, not scared. Life was good, finally. She did feel the need to avoid him at certain times. She also worried about him, a lot. Sometimes he’d just get out of hand with things. Most times he was doing just fine, but during longer periods of being stuck in the caves cooking - all the bigger orders, what he called sampling would quickly turned into him getting hammered and out of control. Macie learned how to handle it, but she was afraid that, one day, he wouldn’t come back home to her anymore. Macie wasn’t sure she’d survive that, but she had accepted it. She knew what he was and trying to change it only caused unrest and chaos. She just loved him so damn much it hurt to think about losing him too soon. He had tried to quit using a couple of times during their years together and for a short while it even worked out, but he was still on Walter’s payroll and you don’t keep an addict close to an unlimited amount of drugs, expecting him to succeed. 

He wanted to, but maybe he just didn’t want it bad enough and he definitely didn’t want it all the time.

**

Later that same day, while staring at her still being out of breath and out of her mind after the three consecutive orgasms in a span of maybe fifteen minutes, Mac came up with the idea of them having a baby. 

Before she met Mac, Macie didn’t think having three orgasms in a row was even possible. Sometimes, even one was too much to ask of a guy and on those times, Macie even dared to think that she was the problem. Now though, there was suddenly no problem and she was getting plenty. Mac was the love of her life, but what he was saying now was insane, having kids with him was out of the question. She didn’t want to have kids with anyone, but especially not him, no matter how much she loved him. She had no clue where that even came from, but it definitely didn’t sound like something he had given all that much thought to. It was a spur of the moment thing and that was not how you should decide on bringing a kid into the world. 

“Are you out of your mind?” She asked, snorting out a laugh as she turned her head to stare at him. His expression was super serious and she shook her head. “No, Mac…forget about that..” 

They’ve had a lot of time on their hands to talk about everything between heaven and earth during the past few months, so they have touched the subject of their parents too. They both grew up without a mother, Macie with a father that abused her in every way possible and Mac with a father that used him just the same. His children's well being had never been Walter’s main concern, his business was. They had no positive experiences nor influences to draw from, and they were both at least a bit fucked in the head. He was an addict who cooked meth for a living, sometimes he killed people and Macie had killed people too, how did he imagine this would work? 

“Why not?”

“Are you serious?  We don’t know shit about raising kids, Mac…” she said and it was an undeniable truth, but they were both smart enough to learn a thing or two from the mistakes of others. 

“But we know what not to do, right?” He was all of a sudden so sure of it, so certain that he wanted it. 

“Wish it was that simple! Knowing what not to do still doesn’t mean we know what to do! The answer is no, okay?” She didn’t think he knew what having a baby would actually mean. Sleepless nights, no sex for some time, no crazy sex for a long time, someone looking up at them too. And when they looked up, what would they see? No, Macie was happy with there being just the two of them. 

It wasn’t okay for Mac though and he did not accept that answer, but right now he wanted to fuck again, not fight. Besides, he could fuck Macie’s mind straight to a place where she’d say yes to anything. Fighting never worked with this chick, loving her did. Mac knew her like his own back pocket, so he grabbed her and pulled her up on top of him, where he started moving her hips against his cock. 

“I can see what you’re doing here, ain’t gonna happen…” she mumbled, staring at him with her eyes half closed. 

“We’ll see about that, baby, we’ll see ‘bout that…” he mumbled back, rolling them both over so he was now on top of her. “Bet I can have you begging for me to put that baby inside of you in no time,” he said in his usual cocky way and she just rolled her eyes. 

*****

Some days later, Macie didn't fail to notice that something was off, she knew him like her own back pocket and he couldn’t trick her anymore. It took a while for her to figure out what it was, because he was again in one of those phases where having a conversation was impossible. At first, she had actually believed that he caught something. He was tired for days and more irritable than usual, low on energy and sleeping a lot. Then came the chills and Macie thought it was fever, so she’d make him tea and cook soups he wouldn't eat because he just kept saying he wasn’t hungry. Probably the most alarming thing was that he didn’t want to fuck, like at all, and that just wasn’t Mac. 

Then came the mood swings, nights with too much sleep turned into nights without any sleep that triggered all kinds of paranoid thoughts, mostly scenarios of her leaving him for different reasons. It was fucking hard to tell at first if he was trying to stop or he started using more, but then she found him sitting on the bed one day, freshly showered and stuffing his face. Next to him, there were two family boxes of takeout pizza and a plastic container that once held an apple pie. 

Then she knew. They’ve been down this road before and it didn’t hold for too long, but she hoped and even prayed, and she had never prayed for anything in her life before, that this time, everything would work out. 

She knew he was doing this to prove a point, but to do that, to quit using wouldn’t be enough for her. He had to quit it all together.

“I’m proud of you,” she said as she pushed the empty boxes off the bed and plopped down on their spot. “A baby’s still out of the question, but keep this up, and I might reconsider…” she promised and planted a kiss on his forehead. “But you’ve been totally neglecting me these days and I believe now’s the time for you to fix that…” She continued, nuzzling her nose against his, then meeting his lips up for a kiss.

“That’s how babies are made, Mace, you sure you wanna do that?” He teased and she narrowed her eyes and pushed him down on the bed. 

“Shut up, all that baby talk isn’t turning me on at all!” 

But it kind of did. Right now wasn't the time, but Macie had a feeling that soon it would be.