A couple days later, Mac was hanging out in the clubhouse, waiting for Chibs and Gemma. She was sitting on a table, feet up on a stack of tires, shooting the shit with Tig and Happy. Or rather, Tig was teasing her about Chibs.
"I mean, the two of you could make a porno." Tig was saying. "It'd be an excellent amateur." Mac was thinking that if she rolled her eyes any farther back in her head, they'd get stuck. Happy was laughing his ass off on the other side of the car.
"Tig." Mac said. "Keep dreaming."
The three of them - her, Tig, and Happy - had become pretty good friends since Mac had arrived in Charming. Tig was slightly afraid of her, and Happy respected her. They both made her laugh and didn't give a damn about her job or her past. It worked. Mac sat on the table lost in thought as the boys continue to harass one another.
"Mac." Tig said. No response. "MAC." he said again, this time louder. Mac jumped.
"Sorry, lost in thought." she said. "What?"
"I was just asking, how much would you give Happy here to do karaoke?"
Mac rather thought she would ask Happy to do that the day she wanted to die. She shook her head at Tig. "What in the fuck, Tig?" she asked. "I guess something. It would be pretty funny. How much would you guys give me?"
"Depends on what song." Happy said.
"And the costume." Tig leered. "What you got?"
Mac grinned. "A lot more than you. I used to lip-sync to songs in shitty army bars. Not karaoke, but it was enough for the army dudes." Tig and Happy looked slightly stunned. Mac grinned.
She did wonder if it had been a good idea to tell them, but she quickly forgot about it as Chibs came into the garage and made a beeline for her. Mac took her feet of the stack of tires and gave him her best come hither look. He followed directions, walking right up between her legs and kissing her. Mac wrapped her legs around his thighs, and enjoyed the hello.
"What're you doin' here, luv?" Chibs asked once he'd pulled away.
"Waiting for you, and for Gemma." Mac responded. "I had a half day, and she invited me to lunch."
Chibs nodded.
"Club business today?" Mac asked, and he nodded again.
"An' I go'a get back to it. Jus' wanted to come an' say hi." he kissed her again, and didn't stop until someone cleared their throat behind him.
It was Gemma.
"Hey guys." she said with a grin.
"Hey Gemma." Mac said, releasing Chibs. "How are ya?"
"Hey angel." Chibs said, diving the matriarch a kiss on the cheek.
"I'll see ya later, luv." he said to Mac, brushing her cheek with his thumb and giving her a crooked grin before walking back into the clubhouse.
"I'm good sweetie." Gemma said. "Listen, I gotta take care of some club business before we eat, that alright?" Mac nodded, and off they went.
The club business turned out to be at Caracara, which was, as Mac quickly came to understand, a porn studio. It made sense to make money in an honest way for the Sons, and Mac should've expected it to be something like porn. They made too much for it all to be covered by the chop shop. Porn was a good cover. Plus Mac could see some other perks in it for the guys.
While Gemma sat and talking with Luann, who Mac recognized from dinner, Mac perused the art on the walls. Some of it was nudity for the sake of nudity. Eye-catching, meant to sell the video, not the artwork itself. But some of it was nudity for the sake of art. Strategic coverings, themes that weren't just a cover, good photography. Mac shrugged to herself. Someone in the business had good taste.
"Mackenzie!" Gemma motioned here over, standing up. "We're done here. Ready to go?" Mac nodded, said her goodbyes to Luann, and joined Gemma in the car.
They ate at a diner on the edge of town. Mac got the feeling that Gemma was being more cautious than normal. But she shook it off as the matriarch started to talk.
"So." Gemma began. "You and Chibs?"
Mac grinned. Gemma didn't waste any time.
"You're a fast worker, huh?" Mac said. Gemma just grinned right back.
Mac shrugged.
"It was a rocky start, but I'm happy." she said. "It's not anything too serious, though. Companionship, mostly."
Gemma eyed her suspiciously.
"Clay tells me you have a past."
Mac nodded.
"One that you won't fully share with the club?"
It was true. Mac hadn't shared all of the details with anyone but Chibs, and he'd kept her secrets.
"Chibs knows." Mac said. "He'd tell the guys if he thought it'd make any difference. Probably I'll tell them eventually. But not right now."
Gemma nodded.
"Well, in any case Clay trusts you and Chibs enough to not press." she said. "I'm a little less trusting, but I think you've earned some of it. What you've done for the club isn't easily forgotten, and I have the feeling that it isn't going to be the last time you'll be useful."
Mac stayed quiet.
"You be good to Chibs, though, you hear me? And you make sure he's good to you. That man has be lonely for too damn long. You might not know why-"
"I do." Mac interrupted. "He told me about Belfast."
"Good." said Gemma. "Well then you know that he doesn't deserve much more sadness than he's already had to endure."
Mac nodded.
"And about your… occupation." Gemma continued. "Clay's told me the broad outline. I'm assuming Chibs knows all the details."
"All the guys do." Mac said. "I gave an outline of my past at church."
Mac wasn't surprised that Clay had told Gemma some details. She was his Old Lady after all, and they were privy to club business.
"Alright, good." Gemma said. It seemed that Mac had passed the test.
Their conversation was interrupted by the waitress coming over and asking for their order. Once she'd left, Gemma hopped right back in.
"So." she began again. "Tell me about Tara."
"What do you want to know?" Mac said. "I met her in college, we were really good friends. We kept in contact for a while, then lost it for a while, then came back to it when I left the military. She and I planned a move to Charming together. I know what she's told me of her and Jax' history, though I'm not sure she's told me everything. She's my best friend."
"Look, Mac, I'll be honest." Gemma said. "I don't love the girl, and I don't think she's right for Jax. She left him. She doesn't want to be a part of the club."
"Well, maybe she didn't." Mac said. "But she's not the same person she was when she left Charming for the first time. We've talked about it a little, about what it means to be an Old Lady, about how the guys live by their own moral code. But at the end of the day, she's my best friend, and I'm hers. That means something. She knows my entire history; all of it. The good, the bad, and the worse. She accepts me and my moral code despite all of the bad that I've done. I'm thinking that this is going to change the way she views the guys and the club, if it hasn't already."
Gemma sat in thought.
"I see." she finally said. "Look, I won't pretend like I want the girl with Jax. But you might be a better influence than I could've predicted."
"Can you agree to wait and see?" Mac asked. "She's not doing any harm. I don't know where Jax' feelings reside, but Tara's still undecided. It's not like they're getting married tomorrow. Plus she's Abel's doctor, and however you may feel about her, she's doing a spectacular job looking after that boy."
Gemma nodded at that.
"Alright doll, you've got it. We'll wait and see."
Mac just nodded in return, shocked that the biker queen had agreed so readily to leaving Tara be. Well, for the time being, at least.
—
The next few days were silent. Chibs had told Mac briefly that the club was scraping money together for something, but she didn't press for details. If it was important, Chibs would make sure she was listening. Mostly it meant that she couldn't see Chibs. This also meant that Tara couldn't see Jax. And so, lonely and looking for company in one another, the two went out to dinner.
When they got back, they noticed the Harley in the driveway before anything else.
Tara parked her car, and the two women rushed inside, hoping that everything was alright. It was Jax; Mac could tell from the bike.
"Hey girls." Jax greeted them, urgency in his voice. "Look, we've had an accident and I need what medical supplies you have. Chibs sent a list. One of our friends was shot, uh, in the ass."
If Jax hadn't looked so serious, Mac would've laughed. As it was, this was clearly a bad situation. Tara scanned the list, nodding.
"I can give you what I have in my medical kit." she said. "I'm not sure that I can get anything else. Saint Thomas does inventory."
Jax nodded. "Whatever you have is good." he said.
Tara retrieved the supplies, and Jax took them with a kiss. When he was gone, Tara turned to find Mac looking at her.
She shrugged. "One day at a time Mac." Mac gave her a wry grin in return. Then, as if in slow motion, she sees Tara's face collapse first to surprise and then terror. Mac's friend's gaze went beyond hey then, but before she could turn around to see what the problem was, she heard the click of a gun barrel in her ear.
"Into the bedroom now." Kohn said. "Nice and slowly."
"Don't make any sudden moves." says Peter. Mac is stuff beside him, with her arms wrapped protectively around herself.
"Now!" said Kohn, and Mac started slightly before following his orders. Tara went behind her. The threesome entered Tara's bedroom.
At gunpoint, Kohn had Tara close and lock the door, before handing Tara a roll of duct tape.
"Tape her up." he said, gesturing to Mac.
"Do I have to tie you up, Mackie?" Peter asks, managing to be both derisive and sexual. Mac just stands at the foot of the bed, refusing to meet his eye.
Tara lead Mac to the heavy chair in the corner of the room, and taped her arms down to the arm rests.
"Mouth as well." Kohn said.
"How about a gag?" Peter asks, mocking Mac.
When Kohn was satisfied with Mac's bonds, he lead Tara to the bed. He was talking but Mac wasn't really listening. She was caught up in her mind, as if Kohn were Peter and she were Tara and it was years ago and Peter still had her firmly within his grasp and wasn't letting go. He was holding her down, telling her she was all his and she cannot ever leave. I know what you've done. Mac panicked then, and started to hyperventilate.
Strangely enough, it was the spots that start to appear in her vision that wake her up. She came back to herself enough to shove her head between her legs and try to calm her breathing. When she could start to hear again, she listened to Tara acquiescing and trying to calm Kohn down, to her saying that they can be together again. Mac watches her play along as they start to have sex, but she can also see the revulsion and fear on her face, and hear the catch in her voice.
Kohn made a rookie mistake when he used duct tape, but then again, he was a man distracted by obsession. Mac's wrists were slippery with sweat, and with just the right amount of pressure at the right angle… yes.
She was free.
Mac peeled the tape off of her mouth, taking stock of the situation. Kohn was still pointing the gun at Tara, but he was starting to get too involved with his desire, and the grip is slowly, slowly, slackening. Mac catches Tara's eye and nods.
It happens quickly. Tara knees Kohn in the balls just as Mac jumps out of the chair, ripping the gun out of Kohn's hands, pointing it at him. Kohn reaches for Tara's throat, but he's too slow, dulled by pain, and Tara punches him hard, right in the nose.
Nice. thinks Mac. Kohn flies backwards, baring his stomach and chest to Mac, who doesn't hesitate to shoot. He falls, dying, halfway between the bathroom and the bedroom. There's a moment of stillness.
Then Mac realizes that she and Tara are both shaking violently. Tara scrabbles for her cell phone.
"G-g-gonna c-call Jax." she said, shivering like its freezing in the house. Mac just nods numbly. She stares at the body on the floor. In quick succession, it turns into a little girl with dark hair and then her mother.
I know what you did.
Mac doesn't think before dropping the gun and fleeing the house.
"Mac?" Tara calls after her, but Mac doesn't hear. "Mac!"
But she doesn't listen. She just grabs her cell, her keys, hops in her truck, and lays rubber out of Charming.
Jax picks up on the third ring.
"What's up?" he asks.
"K-k-kohn came and he attacked me and Mac shot him and now he's dead and bleeding on my bathroom floor and there's a gun with Mac's fingerprints on my bedroom floor and Mac just ran and oh god Jax help!" Tara says all this in a rush, but Jax gets the gist of it.
He swears violently.
"I'm on my way." he says, and hangs up.
Jax is in church with the guys, Cameron Hayes splayed out face down with Chibs trying to dig a bullet out of his ass.
"I gotta go." Jax tells the room at large. "Tara's ex attacked Tara and Mac."
Now it's Chibs' turn to swear. He's got to deal with Cameron, so he's not going anywhere.
"Jackie boy, take care of Mackenzie!" he calls to Jax. "Let me know that everthin' is okay. I'll come as soon as I can!"
"Will do brother." Jax says, giving Chibs a thump on the back, which translates to Cameron's ass, making him groan in pain.
Jax leaves, and Chibs continues to curse under his breath. He knows full well that Mac can handle herself, but what he wouldn't give to not have to deal with the bloody Mick right now.
—
Mac is driving entirely too fast for safety, much less legality. She drives and rives, only stopping once for a six pack and to fill her tank. The look the cashier gives her let's her know she's got crazy eyes. Not that she cares.
Eventually she makes it to a high point about 20 miles outside of Charming. Mac knows she's been driving in circles, and decides to just stop. She parks at the highest place she can find and climbs into the bed of her pickup with the six pack.
She doesn't hear her cell phone ring again and again.
—
"Mac's not here, Chibs." Jax says. He tells the Scot neither he nor Tara have any idea where Mac went, and then hangs up. He and Tara have more important business to get too.
Chibs tells the rest of the guys that Mac is gone. He continues to try to save Cameron's life, all the while worrying about her.
—
Mac's lost in memory, laying in the bed of her pickup. The incident with Kohn had caused stronger flashbacks than she'd had in a long time. Flashbacks of the time after she'd committed Peter's murders for him, when she'd thought he'd owned her, when he could've ended her career or her life had he wanted to.
Times when she didn't belong to herself.
I know what you did.
It's morning before Mac realizes she fell asleep. Or passed out. The six empty beers make it hard to figure out. It's noon-ish, Mac figures, by the sun. She's not really sure, but it's pretty high in the sky.
She's not better. She can still feel the rough edges of herself abrading the healthy edges. She climbs back into the cab, and notices that her phone has gone slightly crazy with missed calls and messages. It appears that Chibs had been looking for her all night and this morning. What catches her eye, though, is a message from Tig, sent through Tara.
Bring G. I. Jane to clubhouse ASAP.
Mac curses. The guys want her for a job. She leaves her little campsite almost regretfully. She needed more time to heal, but that's apparently not something she can have right now. She feels slightly guilty for running away without telling anyone, but there's nothing she can do about it right now.
Mac drives much slower back than she did out.
—
At the clubhouse, no one seems to be around. Inside, she meets Tig, Clay, and Opie. Cameron is gone, but bloodstains mark his past presence.
"Hey guys." Mac says, and even she can hear the flatness in her own voice. She sees Tig, Clay, and Opie notice. Something in the way they look at her changes. Maybe it's wariness.
"Mac." Clay greets her. Tig gives her a fist bump. Opie nods at her. "Everything okay? Hear about your incident with the good doctor and her ex."
"Fine." Mac says curtly. "What can G. I. Jane do for you?"
"We got a deal with the Irish." Clay starts. "Tara's med supplies were for a man named Cameron Hayes, who was shot while we were making a transfer. His boss was killed by port commissioner Brenan Hefner. Understandably, Cameron's not happy. We cut a new deal with him and the Irish, one that includes Hefner's death. Can you take care of it?"
Mac wonders if Clay is really giving her a choice. She brushes off the idea. Even she can hear the cynicism in her voice.
She nods. "It'll be done by tomorrow." she says, and leaves without saying anything else. Mac can practically feel the guys look at each other.
She makes a beeline for the bar, and the guys follow except for Opie, who meets his wife and leads her outside. Tig lines up a couple of shots for each of the three of them, and Mac tries to convince herself that hard alcohol will help. It doesn't.
She doesn't want to be sick, recognizing that she hasn't eaten in too long. So she nods to Clay and Tig once more, and leaves. On the way out, she catches the tail end of an argument between Opie and Donna, and hangs back, not wanting to interrupt.
From the sound of it, Donna is not happy that Opie is getting involved in the club again. Mac knows that Opie went to jail for five years, taking the fall while the guys made a fair amount of money. Donna has a fair right not to be happy, but that doesn't mean she has to judge the club morally.
Maybe it's the alcohol, but Mac decides to go talk to the woman.
Mac walks up behind her as Donna watches Opie walk away.
"Being an Old Lady is harder." Mac says, and Donna jumps before turning around.
"It is." Mac says, shrugging like she's just being honest. "You shoulder the same risk he does. Could be charged as an accomplice. And you take care of the kids, the house, the bills. It might seem like he has more fun." Mac shrugs again.
"Speaking from experience, Donna, he doesn't."
Donna doesn't respect her. Mac can see it in her gaze.
"I know your history." Donna says quietly.
"No you don't." Mac challenges. She very well might, of course, Opie might've told her. But Donna's blush tells her otherwise.
"My history would make you think less of me than you already do." Mac says. "If you think what the club does is morally reprehensible, well, you ain't seen nothin' yet. I make some of 'em look like fuckin' teddy bears."
Donna starts to look slightly scared.
"We've all got our own moral codes, Donna." Mac continues. "Hell, the law in this country is based off the moral codes of a bunch of strangers. Who knows if they're right? Maybe they have it backwards, and we're all just following. Like sheep." Mac smiles a little.
"I dunno. But what I do know, is you married that man. And whether you did it despite of or because of his moral code, you did it. It's not fair to him, to his family, to his brothers, to your kids, or to you to back out now. Not because you don't like his moral code. If he was beating you, it'd be one thing. If he was beating the kids, it'd be another. But I don't think that's the case. Is that the case?"
Donna shook her head, the fear and disrespect receding from her eyes. Hmm. Mac thinks. Maybe it's actually working.
"No. Didn't think so. Opie's not like that. He's a good guy with a good heart, and he's part of a club based on brotherhood and love. Now, maybe they've taken a few skids off the road. But that doesn't mean you should give up on it. Hell, I think that's when you should work the hardest, and I think Opie thinks so too. Trust in the man you married. He's not going to do anything he doesn't want to do. He's a brother. That's what prospects are for." Mac smiles slightly again.
"If you wanna know what he's doing, ask. I'm sure he'll be thrilled. If you don't, then don't ask, but don't take it out on him by thinking he's keeping a secret. That was your decision. Have your moral code, Donna, but respect that he has his too. And also, always remember that the club is family. If you're there for them, they'll be there for you." Mac shrugged.
"Just some friendly advice from your neighborhood killer."
And she walked away.
—
There's a man leaning against her truck, and Mac doesn't need to notice that he's long and lean to figure out it's Chibs. She feels guilt, hot in her stomach. She'd ignored his calls in favor of her panic party. Shit.
"Mackenzie." he says as she approaches, and she gets warm for a different reason. Chibs looks excellent. It's a warm day, so he's only wearing a wifebeater under his kutte, and blue jeans. His hair is a little wild, and his dark eyes are focused completely on her.
"Chibs." Mac said. "I-" But before she can even start her apology, he's taken her in his arms and Mac feel instantaneously better. Why hadn't she just gone to him? She would've if she'd remembered this is how he made her feel. She sighs into his embrace, relaxing for the first time since the night before.
"I'm so sorry Chibs." she said into his shoulder. His arms are warm and strong.
"For what, luv?" he asks, seeming genuinely confused.
"I ran." Mac said, pulling back to look him in the eye. "I dunno what Jax has told you, but Kohn cornered Tara and I at home, and I shot him and I just… I couldn't stop thinking of Peter. So I ran. I only realized that I'd gone completely MIA when Tara texted me with a message from Tig."
Chibs shook his head. "You don't have anythin' to apologize for, sweethear'." he said. "I was worried about ya, but ya know how ta handle yourself well enough."
Mac stayed in his embrace, relieved. They stood like that for a while, just holding on to one another, until Chibs suggested they go back to his place.
"I thought you lived in the Clubhouse." said Mac.
"Aye, I have a room. But I need my own space too." Chibs smiled. "Come on, luv. Let's go."
They ride over in Mac's truck, Chibs giving her directions as they drive. His home was on the outskirts of Charming, in a small house, almost like a cottage. Mac instantly likes it. Two floors, basement, and an attic. Chibs tells her the attic is haunted, but Mac thinks it's just Scottish superstition.
His bedroom. Mac thinks upon walking inside. It's nice, decorated with dark blues and greens and dark wood. There's an Irish and a Scottish flag and of course some Sons decorations. Mac takes a couple minutes to look at the photos of him and his brothers, some from SAMCRO, others from SAMBEL. There are a few photos of a young Chibs, handsome and rebellious in his army uniform, young and smiling with a girl that Mac doesn't recognize.
"My sister, Cait." Chibs says, pointing at the girl. "And my mum." He points at a lovely looking woman hugging the two children.
What Mac is most surprised with is the window seat, bookended with tall shelves, packed with books. She looks at Chibs curiously.
"Wha'?" he asks, kind of defensively. "I gotta fill the time somehow." Mac just smiles, and gives him a kiss.
Its clean and well-kept. Clearly his place to retreat. There's a back yard, and Chibs grumbled when Mac teased him about his gardening skills. There's even a little terrace connected to Chibs' bedroom, which Mac loves. They go down to the first floor, which is mostly studio and filled with light.
"You have a home, Filip." Mac said, using his given name.
"It's no' much." he said, shrugging.
Mac shook her head. "It's lovely."
"Com'ere." Chibs said, making a grab for her and pressing her back against one of the cabinets in the kitchen. He kissed her with fire, as always, but also with something incredibly sweet. There's more than lust there, also affection. They didn't break it off for a while, content to just revel in each other. But eventually Mac's stomach interrupts them. It's been a while since she's eaten anything. Chibs chuckles.
"Com'on." he says. "I'll make up some supper." Mac is dubious, but Chibs assures her that her knows how to cook.
"Had to learn something, didn't I?" he said. "Couldn't survive on microwave dinners forever." Mac just grins, and lets him hand her a beer.
Chibs makes steak. Steak and mashed potatoes and green beans. Mac gets conscripted into helping with the beans. She's almost shocked that Chibs has fresh vegetables in his house, but the whole house has been so shocking that she thinks she's immune.
They eat as the sun sets, and as promised, Chibs can cook.
"I think," Mac says, "that we should come to your place more often."
"As long as I cook, eh?" Chibs teases, but he looks occupied.
It takes a few minutes, but eventually he says what's on his mind.
"Is this a date, luv?" he question sits there, and Mac knows she wants the answer to be yes. She wasn't surprised by her gut instinct. Maybe the first thing that drew her to Chibs was lust, but there was always something else there. There's an underlying affection. They have fun together. The protect each other, now each other's secrets, and worry about one another. Yes, this was a date.
"Yes." Mac says simply, and Chibs smiles huge. Mac loves his dimples, and they're only made more obvious by the scars on his cheeks. Mac smiles back.
"I haven't dated anyone since Peter." Mac says. Chibs shrugs.
"I haven't dated anyone since I was married." he says. Mac sits quietly, thinking.
"You're still married." she says eventually. It's a problem that she hasn't really considered. Chibs never got divorced. In effect, Mac's the other woman.
"Only in name, luv." Chibs says. Mac stays quiet.
"Mackenzie, I'm not in love with her anymore." he says. Mac looks up.
"But?" she says, knowing it's coming.
"She's the mother o' my child. I love Kerrianne. She will always be my daughter, no matter the obstacles between us."
Mac instantly feels guilty. "Oh god, Chibs, of course you love her. That's not what I meant. I just want to make sure that I'm not the other woman. That, if Fiona ever comes back into your life, I won't ever be the other woman. I like you Chibs, and it's been years since I've liked anyone. If I'll always be the other woman, tell me now, when it would hurt less."
Chibs reaches out and takes her hand. "You are not the other woman." he says. "Fiona will always be important to me; she's the mother of my child. But our marriage is done."
Mac is, once again, relieved.
They did the dishes together. They were quiet, but the tension was building. It'd been a while since they'd been together, and they were both desperate for it. It was a little game, how much they could touch one another before they snapped. Light brushes as they passed dishes around. Mac could feel her skin heating up. When Chibs reached around her to put a dish in a cabinet, she could feel his arousal pressed into her back. She stiffened. He stood behind her, one hand trailing up and down her back, as she placed the last of the dishes in the drying rack.
"Mackenzie." he said quietly, his breath tickling her ear. And Mac snapped. She turned, flinging herself into his arms, and he caught her.
"Bedroom." she said, breathlessly, and he shifted her higher, trusting herself to cling to him as he climbed the stairs. She touched and kisses everywhere she could, trying to crack the self control that seemed to surround him like a shell. She wanted him tonight, all of him, nothing held back because he was afraid of scaring her or hurting her or whatever he was afraid of.
When he stopped beside the bed, she slid down his body, stopping to unbuckle his belt and jeans before stripping him off all his clothing. When he was fully naked, she told him to lie back. The bed had the perfect headboard for what she had planned. Mac picked up his belt and told him to slide his arms through the bars of the headboard, checking when she did that he was okay with this. The desire in his eyes gave her her answer.
The minx had tied him to his bed. Granted, he'd let her, but still. Chibs didn't think he'd been this hard… maybe ever. And she was still fully clothed. Damn. Why hadn't he rectified that before she'd tied him. It didn't matter though, because she started to strip - slowly - and his train of thought derailed. It was torture, watching her tease at the button on her jeans, at the edge of her t-shirt, at the little bow on her panties. It took her lifetimes to get herself naked, and Chibs was growling by the time she was done. Mac just grinned.
He watched as she climbed over him, sitting her butt on his knees, well below his dick. She sat there for a while, as if thinking, until one hand slowly moved over her chest. She started to play with herself, first around her nipples, and then tweaking them. When she started to whimper, Chibs shifted under her, frustration building. Mac tickled down her own belly, leaving one hand up on her tits, until she reached her pussy. She used two fingers to stroke, purposely not touching where she wanted too most. Chibs could feel his cock twitch in time to her breaths. He was losing it.
When Mac finally brushed over her clit, she whimpered again, louder and filled with desire. Chibs let out a groan that came from deep inside, and Mac grinned. He was getting there. She played with herself, pushing a couple fingers inside. When she pulled them out and brought them up for a taste, Chibs started to pull at the bonds.
"Mackenzie, let me out." he growled. Mac just grinned. He could get out; the belt wasn't nearly enough to keep him down, but he was playing along. Minx, bloody tease.
She continued to ignore his dick in favor of herself, now working herself towards the edge. She went too far, however, and had to lean forward, nails digging into Chibs' thigh, forcing herself to stop. She wanted to come with him. In the process, she panted onto his dick, hair just brushing the tip, and Chibs' control snapped. Mac was on her back with him inside her before she could take a breath. She laughed delightedly.
Chibs was gone. When she'd breathed on his dick, hair brushing it lightly, he'd lost his self-control. Tossing fears of hurting Mac to the wind, he'd ripped his hands out of the belt and flipped her over, entering her in one swift movement. Then he'd reveled in her laugh. His girl.
It was hard and fast and passionate and Mac was flying with every stroke. She couldn't tell if she'd gone over the edge or was still approaching. She was so hot she thought she'd melt and then she was shaking uncontrollably and Chibs pushed into her once, twice more before coming. Mac was still spasming, the world going spotty around her.
Chibs lay above her, stroking her belly, braced on his elbows so as not to crush her. She hadn't passed out, those lovely green eyes were still slightly open, blinking as she twitched.
"Get's better every time, Filip." she mumbled.
"Aye." he said, kissing her before rolling onto his back and bringing her to his side. Mac laid there, recovering and basking in his warmth. My Filip. she thought briefly, before drifting asleep.
—
The port commissioner lived in a shithole, Mac decided. She was camped outside his apartment, waiting for an opportunity to do her job. She'd dropped Chibs off at TM earlier, and somehow picked up Happy along the way.
"You work slow." Happy was saying, much to Mac's annoyance. She appreciated the company, but he could shut up.
"We're waiting for him to leave. Now shut it." she said. "I'm careful. Stay home next time."
Happy just grinned at her. They were in a nondescript car, fake plates, just waiting. Tig was waiting for them at a chop yard and he would take care of the car once they were done with it. Mac had made sure the Sons were gonna cover their tracks on this one.
They say quietly for a couple minutes; Hefner readying to leave his apartment. Mac watched through the windows as he put on his jacket. She rolled down the window just enough for the barrel of the gun, and prepared to take her shot. He gave her the perfect opportunity; walking out the door, turning around to close it, and Mac shot him through the head before he ever had the chance to lock it.
Happy was driving before Mac had fully rolled the window up.
"Nice." was all he said.
"Thanks for driving." Mac said. "You got me outta here a lot faster than I could've." They didn't speak again on the way to the chop yard. When they got there, Tig was waiting for them as promised.
"Nothin' on the radio yet." he said almost immediately. "The gun you got is pretty quiet."
"Or no one else lived in that shithole." Mac said, happy that nothing had gone out over police radio yet. No one had found Hefner.
"Work your magic, Tig." Mac said, as she and Happy moved their stuff into Mac's truck.
Mac leaned against the body of the truck, watching as Tig took a tire iron to the car, thinking. She morally dealt with her job by killing bad people. People she vetted as bad and worthy of death. She was judge, jury, and executioner. Most people couldn't live with that mindset, but Mac didn't really worry about most people. The port commissioner was bothering her, however, because despite the fact that Hefner himself was a killer, there was something different about this job.
It made Mac's skin crawl, this one, and there wasn't one good reason for that. She slowly came out of her bubble, noticing that Tig was pretty much done with the car. Mac and Happy waiting in Mac's truck while Tig parked the car with all the other dead ones in the lot.
Mac's phone buzzed then, with a message from Chibs.
Just letting you know that I'll be out of contact for the night. See you tomorrow?
Mac smiled. It was nice to have a man want to see her again.
You bet. Be safe.
She sent back, and put the phone away.
"Boys." she said, turning to her two passengers. "I wanna get a tattoo."
Tig grinned and Happy shrugged.
"Then what're we waiting for?" said Tig. "Let's go."
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The shop Tig directed her to was surprisingly nice. Or, at least clean.
"Why not my place?" Happy asked.
"You really want girlie here gettin' some disease." Tig said. "I know that shithole you get your work done in. Why don't ya try somewhere clean for a change."
Mac grinned, parking the truck. Everyone piled out and walked into the shop, Tig and Happy still teasing each other a little. The girl manning the desk has piercings that made even Happy blanch, but she greeted them with a smile. Thankfully, the shop did small-time walk-ins, and what Mac had in mind was something small. She'd decided on a four-leave clover. Just an outline, in black, very simple. It was her discomfort with the job she'd just done that made her want to remember it. Because she hadn't known the port commissioner that well, she'd stuck with the idea that the death had been retribution for the Irish, thus the four-leaf clover.
"Just you then?" the girl asked, and Mac started to nod until Happy stepped forward.
"Me too." he said. "Just another for the collection." He picked up his shirt and showed the girl the patch of smiley faces on his tummy. Mac looked at him, her question on her face.
Happy just shrugged, as if to say later. Mac thought she understood, though. He'd been there, been complicit, and Happy liked to mark every death, not just some, like Mac, who had marked her first, and ones involved in the fiasco with Peter, and now this one.
"Alright, then." the girl said, and she walked Mac and Happy through waivers and payment. Tig came back with them when the girl walked them to their chairs. The shop was empty except for them, the girl, and their artist.
"Rick." he greeted them, shaking their hands. "Who's first?"
Happy volunteered, and he sat stoic through it, with no problem. By the way Tig was teasing him, it became apparent that Happy hadn't gotten a tattoo sober for a while. Tattoos didn't hurt, not really, at least not at the small size they were working at. Mac imagined there were places where tattoos hurt worse than a bullet, and sizes at which the burning eventually became too much. But she and Happy were okay.
"Your turn." Rick said, motioning to the chair he'd just wiped down. Mac was happy to see that. At least the shop was clean. She'd chosen the back of her arm, just above her elbow, as the placement, though Tig certainly did his best to persuade her.
"C'mon, you don't wanna get it a bit lower?" he was saying. "Maybe on a more sensitive body part than your arm?" Mac just grinned at him.
"You angling for a show, Tig?" she asked, knowing very well that he was.
"Hold your arm still, please." Rick said, getting started.
But Tig wasn't done. "Always, darlin'." he said, and Mac tried not to laugh for the sake of her arm. She could feel the needle now. It wasn't going to take very long.
"I dunno." Mac said, pretending to be torn. "But for Chibs holding me back." Tig winced.
"Screw it." he said.
"Yes sir." Mac replied, and Tig and Happy laughed. Mac thought she even saw Rick crack a smile.
Rick was done quickly. He washed the excess ink off, rubbed on something that soothed the sting, and covered the area. Mac and Happy were freshly inked and ready to go. They thanked Rick and the girl again, and walked out of the shop.
"Where to now?" Tig asked as they got into Mac's truck.
"Well that depends." Mac said. "Is Chucky cooking?" Tig nodded.
"I think so." he said. Mac smiled.
"Wanna have dinner?" she asked.
"You askin' us on a date?" Happy asked.
"As long as the night ends with all three testing the limits of alcohol poisoning." Mac said, and the boys laughed.
"You got it." Tig said, and Mac started the truck, pointing it towards the clubhouse.
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