Well looks like my first Mick Taylor story was quite a hit and I noticed in reviews and messages that quite a few of you were sad that it finished and you wanted a sequel, well here it is hope you enjoy it.

The next few days were a blur for Mick, he couldn't remember a single thing after Sophie had left and he had smashed up his house in anger; he couldn't believe he had let her go why hadn't he asserted his dominance and forced her to stay? But he had known it was hopeless, she wasn't scared of him anymore and that alone was a huge dent in his ego. He wallowed in self pity for most of his days drowning his sorrows in bottles and bottles of foul tasting rum, waking up on his moth eaten, mouldy smelling sofa with a pile of vomit on the floor next to him and then starting to drink again in a continues loop.

He'd never felt this way before about any girl, to him girls were a tool to be used and abused to satisfy his own needs then casted aside once he was bored with them. But not Sophie she was different he couldn't see himself ever getting bored with her. He had enjoyed seeing the pleasure he had given her, having someone that would willingly have sex with him had made him feel like he was worth something. For him to hear her moan and beg for him had been like a drug much better than hearing a woman cat screeching for her life.

Plus She had shown a side to her that was so much like his own, cruel, callous and nasty that it had startled him, he had never thought her capable, to him she was this innocent weak little lamb that he thought he could easily control, how wrong he had been. Feeling wanted was something Mick Taylor had never felt during his life and to have a woman kill someone over him was a huge shock he had never been someone women had ever fought over.

Mick groaned as he awoke from his drunken unconsciousness and slowly opened his eyes before running to the bathroom to be violently sick in the toilet, his breath was short and fast when he had finished and sweat ran down his face and his throat was on fire. The room was spinning; he laid his head on the toilet and looked at the shower. Memories of what had happened in that shower came flooding to his mind, 'He had never cared about a woman before so why did Sophie matter so much' He thought to himself. Being Mick Taylor he knew he could survive anything, he had done enough of it during his life, Mick could survive anything and he knew it. There was things Mick had gone through that many men wouldn't have lived through but although he hated to admit it if he was being honest with himself he knew he wasn't coping very well.

As his mind cleared through the alcohol induced fog he realised he needed to do something to get her out of his mind, he needed to get over her and get back to being Mick Taylor pig shooter and outback legend evil and sadistic killer not Mick Taylor softie poof who falls in love with women, he had sworn himself off ever loving a woman after seeing what falling in love had put his poor mother through.

He thought to himself about his mother, the amount of broken bones, busted faces and burns she had suffered at the hands of his father. He had done his best to stuck up for her and protect her but he had just been a small boy at the time. He had pleaded his mother to leave him, for them to just disappear and leave him but she never would because she loved him dearly and was hoping that he would change. But he never did and his father had been the first to suffer Mick's wrath.

Mick had decided that the only way to get over Sophie was to go back to how his life was before she came along and go back to what he did best. He had to have a shower first though, he hadn't had one for days and he smelt of alcohol, sweat and sick but he'd have his shower then he'd get back out there on the trail. He'd go out on the hunt and find himself a woman and when he did he was going to make up for lost time, which would take his mind of Sophie.

He had always loved the chase, the thrill of the hunt tracking down some terrified helpless woman and being able to outwit her and lure her to her doom, and then when he got her; boy that was when the real fun began.

Mick closed his eyes, leaned his head back and groaned as the hot water fell out of the shower head and lightly scorched his skin, having the hot water run down his back was the nicest feeling he'd felt in a long while, it almost made him feel human. But how he wished the visions of Sophie would just fuck off, the drinking had been a good solution it had made the memories blur and disappear for a while but they would be back with a vengeance when he sobered up, But if he was going to track a woman down he would need his senses and for that he needed to stay sober, drinking only dulled his wits and reactions.

Nightmares of his sister and mother had come back dramatically since Sophie had left, he couldn't remember the last time he had had a good night's sleep without the numbing affects of alcohol. It had been nice to have a warm body lying next to him; just the feel of her soft warm body in his bed was enough to calm him after walking up sweating from a nightmare. She had cared enough that she had sensed something was wrong and had woken up to comfort him, she would hold him close as he calmed down his breathing. Obviously he had made out he was ok, that he was fine and didn't need comforting but it had all been a lie, something else to add to the tough exterior facade that was Mick Taylor. But she had seen through that and he knew she had, maybe that was what made her so special she was the only person that had been able to see through his facade and see the man he really was.

Mick put on his hat and his red chequered shirt, his favourite when he was out looking for victims, he got in the car and slammed the door shut, revved the engine and turned on his headlights to light the pitch black emptiness of the outback. He was going to find his woman, hunt her down and when he did he was going to make up for lost time.

He was determined to get Sophie out of his mind and a gorgeous woman back into his torture mine shaft.