Just a quick one shot. There was no real idea for this or plot. I just started writing and this is what came of it. This takes place after the movie.
Mac sneered at Walter as his breath met the mask hot and making his skin feel clammy from the amount of time he'd worn it. He wanted fresh air and wasn't going to listen to the old man- not today. There was shit to be done. Itches to be scratched and he felt it like a fire burning up his back with each barking command Walter snapped at him.
Whipping the mask off the immediate burn in his nose had him glaring and he slung it to the table. "I told you I was done."
"I told-"
Mac spun on Walter and caused Devon next to him to trip and fall into the wall. "I heard what you said and I said fuck you."
Rick chuckled close by and Walter straightened himself, "Mac you know how things are."
"I know that if I decided to walk out that fucking door and not come back you'd be fucked." Mac snarled ripping his coveralls open to cool off, "I know that if you don't get the fuck out of my face I'll do just that."
Walter stared at him for a minute before turning and walking away. He was barking at Devon like he was dog and the thought made him laugh. Every since that bitch Reggie was tied down for Devon Walter was relentless. It seemed Devon was on the fast track for what it really meant to be Walter's son. It was the bullshit he'd fed him over the years with Devon being his favorite and spoon feeding his weak ass.
Mac was out of the cave when the sun started dipping and that was all he needed. Rick was left to do whatever the hell needed done and didn't question Mac. He knew better and let shit alone when Mac said something. Walter should do the same if he was smart. Every since he was left cleaning up that son of a bitch Devon's shit and got hurt he felt almost a feral need to piss Walter off. He wanted Devon to get hit in the face with reality so hard it broke bone and left him disjointed.
He could hear Devon bitching back at Watler and felt a smile split his face. It wasn't long before he heard the sound of Walter's hand connecting with Devon's face. There was a loud thud and then Walter's sharp voice. It was all to golden for Mac to let go so he walked forward and leaned against his truck. Devon was holding his face tears in his eyes. Must be the first time that Walter ever hit him but Mac doubted it'd be the last. Walter was all about show and control and he'd lost his where his eldest son was concerned. Devon was all that was left since he was giving it to his sister.
Mac didn't need Walter's assistance or approval hell Mac never did do what he was told. Walter knew as much and since that weekend things were fucking crystal clear. It wasn't a blur for him like Walter thought it would be. Yeah he was fucked up on drugs a lot but that didn't mean that he lost his senses for a second. That didn't mean that he couldn't take care of himself and that didn't mean that he couldn't remember. He knew all too well what happened and when he walked back in that bar after that night. Devon knew what the devil in a mans eyes could look like. Since that night Walter had been shielding Devon from him. He'd unleash his own shit on him but he made sure that Mac was never left alone with him. He knew what would happen. He knew that if given a chance he would down him with a blood eagle. He'd strip his fucking back bare, break his fucking ribs and pull his fucking heart and lungs out of his back. Walter knew because Mac told him. Told him exactly how he was going to do it and made sure Devon heard. And he was. He was going to kill the motherfucker but for now it was fun to watch his fragile ass try to dance around his devil.
Mac snorted tossing his cigarette away watching the fire spread through the air as the wind picked up. Devon's eyes were on him and Mac kept his eyes locked as he jerked the door open. Walter could protect Devon all he wanted but he couldn't protect everyone and everything. He'd cut Devon wear it hurt and watch as he bled out slow.
When he pulled in and stepped out the smell of stale whiskey and smoke was thick even in the parking lot. It was a welcoming thing to low life people and a calling card to someone who was looking for easy pickings. It practically screamed desperation and shattered dreams. This was where old whores went to die and young boy tried to find a nerve. Almost the perfect melting pot for lowlife criminal pieces of shit.
Mac walked in and a bottle of whiskey was on the counter without a word. Picking it up he walked off and took a booth in the main back. She would be here and by default Devon. Devon always came to watch her. He wasn't sure what the fuck she was doing here really. If it wasn't for the drugs she might have been a pretty girl at one time. She might have had a chance out there but like everything Devon loved Mac worked to kill and take away. It started out with him realizing by accident and happy chance that his bastard of a brother like this cunt. She was clean then and eager. She never even noticed Devon but she noticed Mac and that was all he needed. After that night she was hooked and didn't even know it. Feeding her more and more watching her life fall away and her eyes dull while always searching out that next high.
She seen him and a hungry smile was on her face. Her eyes were predatory and searching and he knew that she would come for him. She always did. He could see the shakes from here and knew she needed a fix. She would work for it though. Devon would be here and he was going to make sure he seen just what he'd done. He was going to show him the same thing Walter showed him. He'd been too soft on Devon over the years and that left the bastard so weak he wasn't sure if he even had a dick swinging between his legs. Fucking pussy more than likely and with his mood swings he didn't doubt it for a second.
"Hey Mac." Her voice was even shakey.
Mac tipped the bottle back taking a healthy pull and locked eyes with her. Looking at her face scarred and dismayed he wanted to laugh, "Jenny."
"Where you been?" She slipped into the seat across from him fidgeting and scratching at her arms. "Haven't seen you around…."Her sentence hung and she licked her lips.
"Aint gonna be cheap."
At her quick nod and Devon's eyes he stood, "Come."
She did so readily and he walked towards the back picking up his bottle. His eyes met Devon's and he seen heartache in his eyes. Sure he had Reggie but she was basically dead with as much life left in her. It'd been a year of only seeing Devon and she'd checked out early on. After three suicide attempts she now just laid there not even speaking and barely doing enough to stay alive.
No Jenny was who Devon lusted after. He wanted to fix her where he broke Reggie. Mac wasn't going to let that happen. His devil wasn't done dancing with his fragile ass yet. There was one more dance left and he wanted to see how he really broke. Stepping into the private room in the back Jenny immediately stepped in but Mac held the door knowing that Devon was trailing them. Devon hesitated but walked in when his eyes went behind Mac. Jerking the door hard it slammed sealing him in and he chuckled as Devon jumped a slight yelp leaving his mouth.
Mac leaned back in the chair and she licked her lips again. Sliding his hand into his pocket her eyes darkened and she hit her knees in front of him. "You know the deal Jenny." Mac snapped.
"I do." Her eyes were focused on the tin he slid her. Snatching it up she took what little was there and within seconds it was breathing even and she smiled, "Always so good to me Mac."
Mac drummed his fingers and her eyes zeroed in on his hand over his other pocket. Her mouth popped open and she looked up at him eagerly. He sneered and she stood immediately. Her top was tossed away leaving her in a small skirt and panties with thigh high boots. She was working it all off her body starting to sway to the beat of the drugs pounding through her veins. The more she moved the more Devon shifted and Mac took another drink.
"Regular?" She asked her eyes going to Devon before coming back to him.
"Don't look at him." Mac ordered.
Jenny nodded, "He's not even here." She purred her hands sliding along her body. "Just you and me, Mac."
Her body was swaying as she worked closer to him. She was on her knees again in front of him her hands sliding up his thighs as she climbed up him. She was straddling him before long her body grinding into him as she fully left the building with the meth. It had her bent over a barrel fucking her completely as she moved. Her breathing was heavy and labored the more she moved over him. He could feel Devon's tension next to him and chuckled. It'd be some shit to finish tonight off with her getting herself off right there in his lap without him even having to touch her.
"You-" Devon cleared his throat when his voice came out higher than usual, "You're who got her on drugs?"
"Yes."
Devon was silent for a beat, "Why?"
"You."
"Why?"
Mac turned his head as Jenny planted her hands on the wall behind him fucking herself against him. Taking another long pull and angling his hips up for her she moaned and keened loudly causing Devon's eyes to widen. They were glassy with want and shame and Mac sneered at him looking him over, he was a disgrace to everything he was raised to know and understand.
The music picked up its pace and she arched her back thrusting her underwhelming breast towards him as a sheen of sweat appeared over her.
"Make her stop."
The leading edge in Devon's voice wasn't enough.
"Mac this isn't you." Devon reasoned.
Mac barked a laugh, "You think you know me? You think because that motherfucker fathered us both that you know me? Don't misunderstand the situation for a second. Walter has you alive because you serve a purpose." Mac leaned towards him, "The second that value is gone you'll be just as dead as Reggie."
Devon flinched violently, "Walter is a good man."
"Did a good man rape your mother to get you? Did a good man keep her locked into that until she died?" Mac leaned back in his seat as Jenny slowed her dance down coming back to herself, "That was your father."
Her hands slid over his body and she purred. "You're everything a man should be Mac."
Mac was quiet but could hear the pain and gears turning in Devon's head.
"He didn't do that."
Mac chuckled, "Why do you think he's so okay with what you done to Reggie?"
"I want to feel you inside me." Jenny pleaded. "Mac fuck me."
Mac wrenched her hand away from his throat and pushed it between her own legs, "Get yourself off."
She obeyed and started working feverishly the arm of the chair blocking her work from Devon. Her hand moving between her legs as she rocked her hips to the music raked over his groin causing her to cry out his name. With each sound she made Devon exhaled hard like he was fighting crying. When she finally came it left her limp against him but Devon was shaking in his chair.
"We're nothing alike."
Mac nodded and stood causing Jenny to tumble to the floor. Mac pulled the second tin out and grabbed her jaw jerking her up to meet his eyes. When her eyes met his she smiled at him relaxed more.
"I did good?"
"Perfect." Mac replied. Pushing the tin to her she looked to him for approval before opening it. When he nodded she went to work. Her need was a strong one. He'd spent time getting her heavily addicted. "Give him dance, make it memorable."
Jenny smiled up at him her eyes gone leaving no trace of the woman left. There was the shadow of his devil in her eyes looking up at him. The thought made him smile and he released her turning to Devon. Jenny was already on him her movements jerky and her breathing was broken. Devon watched her before looking at Mac worriedly.
Mac moved around the room away from his line of sight. Devon was lost in her movements as she jerked his belt open her hand shoving into his jeans. Mac smirked as she pulled him free and slid down his length without warning. Her eyes rolled back in her head but the dumbass thought it was him causing it as he groaned. Her hips rolled then stopped after a bit and she leaned into him heavily. Mac walked forward even as Devon bucked up into her unaware of him or what was happening.
Grabbing him by the hair of his head Mac leaned into him, "This will never be yours."
Mac moved back and stepped out of the door as Devon's first shriek was heard. Smiling Mac slid the whiskey towards Ted and he raised a brow.
"You need to check up on Jenny." Mac's voice was even.
Ted shot a look towards the door, "I seen that guy who's been watching her earlier."
"Yeah after my dance he asked for one." Mac replied. "Said he had something special for her."
"Fuck." Ted growled and disappeared.
Mac walked out laughing to himself. Slipping the bitch a hot dose wasn't shit to him. She wasn't shit to begin with, nothing more than a means to an end. Devon was stuck explaining away his dick in her while her ass killed it. Let Walter buy that one out. Let Walter explain away why that motherfucker was drugging people. If he didn't bury Devon in legal he'd kill him alone to keep his own ass safe. Would be fun to watch Walter burn the motherfucker to keep his own ass safe. Hell after all Devon was just a pawn like the rest of them but Mac was free.
Seeing the light leave her eyes and understanding dawn in Devon's was enough. He didn't crave Walter's approval and didn't need it like Devon had. Lighting up his cigarette and rolling down his window he watched as Cainesville fell into the rear view just like he said. He warned the motherfucker that he wasn't dealing with their shit. Bringing Devon around was a mistake cause Walter should have seen that Mac wanted him to suffer. Killing him would have been too easy and not enough anguish for him. But for Devon to know he got played, that the woman he loved got destroyed, used, abused, and killed because of him was perfect. He'd spend his days in a cell thinking of how he was a failure in his father's eyes. Walter would make sure of that.