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Mac's smug attitude hadn't lasted through the night. He had been woken up in the early hours of the morning, phone ringing insistently with Frank waiting on the other end. Harley had taken another girl back to his cave, this time, he nearly blew the whole place up. Frank had cleaned up the majority of it, but this time, Mac had to remake the batch that was suppose to be sent out to his dealer an hour ago.

He swore that he was going to get Harley back.

There was nothing worse than giving in a late batch, his dealer was the cruelest nastiest bastard and a late batch, might as well be no batch.

Mac tiredly worked through the morning, getting Frank to call the dealer and explained the problem. He worked hard until sweat started to pour off his forehead from the growing humidity within the cave. It was about mid-day when he finally finished the batch and rushed it out to Frank's waiting storage truck. Luckily this time, their dealer was understanding.

Mac gritted his teeth and stormed over to his truck, it was a saturday and he knew that Harley would be patrolling on the highway. He slammed the truck into gear and raced his way to the highway, spotting Harley's patrol car instantly.

The younger man was lazily sprawled over the hood of his car, his eyes closed and the music blaring out of the car. He was unaware of Mac's presence, until his shadow casted over Harley's face.

"Ya better get out of my sun" Harley warned, in his 'authoritative' voice.

"You better get the fuck up" Mac snarled.

Harley's eyes flew open and he scrambled off the car, he cowered beneath Mac and backed away.

"Mac!" He gasped, "I didn't know it was y-you, s-sorry"

Mac's eyes narrowed, his lip curled upwards while he glared. "Oh you're gonna be real sorry when I'm done with you" He sneered, he lunged towards Harley, crashing the pair of them onto the hood of his car and cracking Harley's window screen.

#

Audrey threw the latest offender into the holding cell.

"Baby don't act like you don't want to fuck" He leered.

Audrey stared the greasy haired deadbeat down. Did every man in Cainneville speak like this? Mac certainly did. Audrey turned her back on the offender and her stomach twitch at the thought of Mac. Now that had been a surprise last night, she certainly didn't expect him to leave so abruptly.

She strolled back to her desk, shaking Mac thoughts away. He was certainly thrown from her thoughts when she found Harley doubling over with a groan, his uniform t-shirt soaked in blood while his nose resembled a waterfall. One eye had swollen shut while his other eyes was bruised severely.

Audrey could only stare in horror as Pratt sat him down and tried to get a few words out of him.

"Who did this?" Pratt asked desperately, while the receptionist dabbed at Harley's nose.

Harley gurgled an excuse and Pratt clicked his tongue, he stood up and looked over at Audrey.

"Mac" He sighed, shaking his head. He turned towards his office to retrieve the first aid kit.

"Aren't you going to go arrest him?" She asked, her eyes flickered over Harley's face.

Pratt snorted, "No one ever gives a statement against Mac, that's the hard truth" He admitted.

Audrey was surprised at the revelation but she excused herself to the bathroom. She slid inside and locked the door, breathing heavily while she stared at herself in the mirror. She thought of Harley's wounds, the strength it took to inflict such injuries.

Her hand willingly slip down her naval and into her uniform pants, she slid her finger over the sensitive nub through her panties and restricted a moan in her throat. As quickly as she had done it, she snatched her hand out of her pants and stared at her self in the mirror.

"You are one sick girl" She admitted quietly.

#

Mac stormed into Luna Mesa, hands curled into fists while his eyes narrowed at Walter and Devon. They were staring back at him blankly, unsurprised by his rage filled face or his moody movements towards them. They simply raised their eyebrows and entered him into the conversation.

"Frank tells me theres been an altercation" Walter muttered, his cold eyes glided over Mac.

"That bastard Harley brought back a bitch and nearly blew up the cave again" Mac directed the last word towards Devon, a brief sneer on his face. Devon's face mirrored his and Mac's rage increased.

"Well it's your own fault for showing him the lab" Walter lectured, he resumed his activities at the bar.

Mac scoffed, he glanced over at Devon again "Just make sure your fucked up sister ain't coming back. I don't need her or your no good friends messing with my shit" He warned heatedly. Devon's lip curled into return.

"Don't worry about us. Worry about your latest call girl" He insinuated. Mac's eyes narrowed and Devon had the audacity to snicker, "Yeah you know who I'm talking about, that cop-" Devon's lips curled into a smirk "The one with the hot ass"

Mac's fist landed roughly on the bar top, sending a sickening crack through the air.

Walter turned at the noise, he cocked his head to the side.

"Mac do you have some sort of attachment to this girl?" He asked suspiciously.

"Of course not dad, who'd willingly sleep with him?" Devon scoffed. Mac moved towards Devon with a threatening stance, Walter showed the steel bat again and Mac begrudgingly backed away.

"You watch out with that cop" Walter sneered, he pointed the steel bat at Mac. "We don't need her screwing up our operation here, nor do we need you inviting her back to the cave for some sick fuck, just like-" Walter trailed off and Mac gritted his teeth.

No matter how many times Mac tried to get it through Walter's head, he couldn't. Mac hadn't touched Devon's 'property', it had been Rick, the man who had helped him make batches. Devon blamed Mac for Reggie's sensitive state and maybe some of it was on Mac, sure he had done some fucked up shit in his meth induced crazy ass state, but he certainly hadn't touched her. That was all Rick, who also forced Devon onto her.

Devon smirked at him, "I really don't think we have to worry dad" He murmured.

Walter glanced between his two sons, "If she so much as suspects, I will put her down" Walter warned. Mac knew he wasn't bluffing.

#

Later that night, Pratt and Harley had invited Audrey out to have drinks with friends. She had grown bored from staying at home by herself, so naturally, she agreed and accompanied them down to none other than Luna Mesa.

By the time they had entered the tavern, it was already booming with life. Fortunately, Pratt and Harley's friends had saved a booth up the back and they piled in. Unfortunately, one of those friends was Jim, someone she hadn't contacted in a while since their 'date'. Jim was more than willingly to shuffle towards her and envelope her into a hug, his lips brushing her cheek as well. She shuddered but gave him a cool smile, she took a seat further away from him and sat close to Harley, barely noticing the hurt that flashed through Jim's eyes.

"So Audrey, rumours have been flying around about Mac's interest in you" One of Pratt's friends announced, her name was either Deanna or Diana. Frankly, Audrey couldn't care less and she wanted the topic off her now!

"Ah-"

"I doubt that!" Jim intervened quickly, "Audrey just isn't his type"

Audrey furrowed her eyebrows, oh if you only knew, she thought smugly.

"Are you saying that Audrey isn't good enough for Mac?" Kenny asked, Deanna or Diana's husband.

Jim sputtered, "More like the opposite!" He exclaimed, "Why would Audrey lower her standards?" He asked.

Audrey sighed, her cheeks heated. She didn't enjoy being talked about like she wasn't there. Harley was twitching nervously beside her, she was surprised that he had even ran the risk of bumping into Mac here.

"I don't see why we're talking about it, it doesn't really matter" Deanna/Diana cut in,obviously put out that all the male attention was turned on Audrey.

"Well you brought it up Deanna" Audrey bit back.

"It's Diana" She corrected sassily, she huffed and glanced away.

Audrey rolled her eyes and excused herself, she zig zagged through the crowded tavern until she was at the bar where she shouted her request. Jim came up behind her, placing a hand over her hip while he also called for another beer. Audrey removed his hand, frowning up at him.

"Why are you so distant?" Jim asked with concern, he put his hand on her forehead. "Are you feeling alright?"

Audrey retracted from his hand, "I'm fine. Stop being so touchy" She muttered.

"Have I done something wrong?" He asked. She shook her head with confusion and his face lit up, he lent forward and Audrey could see he was intending to kiss her. She ducked away from him.

"What are you doing?" She hissed.

"Kissing you"

"Well no shit. Why?" She asked.

Jim's face contorted into confusion, "Well-"

"We aren't going out Jim"

"But you kissed me the other week, I thought you meant-"

Audrey shook her head quickly, "Look Jim, you're an alright guy but I just don't like you that way" She confessed softly. Jim's face darkened and he snatched up his drink, his lip curled briefly and he backed away.

"Fucking tease" He cursed, before he slammed through the sweating bodies and moved outside.

Audrey stared after him in complete shock, she watched his figure storm angrily through the parking lot, kicking her patrol car in the process, before he jumped in his own vehicle and sped off. She frowned in confusion, before she was pushed forward roughly and she slammed into the bar.

"Watch it" She snapped. Her eyes widened when she realised it was Mac.

He showed no recognition of her, instead gave her a cold unmoving look.

"Get out of the way" He snarled, pushing her aside again.

Audrey smacked his hand off her arm and glared up at him, she pushed past him and made her way back to the back booth. What was with Cainneville men today? Were they all on their periods or something? She shook her head and tried her best to not let it affect her.

It had hit 3:30am when everyone stumbled outside. Walter had closed the Luna Mesa and everyone filed out into their cars departing from the almost wrecked tavern. It had surprisingly been a good night, since Jim wasn't there, Audrey hadn't been bothered, even gaining some of her own friends in the process. She had farewelled Harley, Pratt and their friends, and walked over to her car.

She scavenged through her handbag, cursing her keys for falling to the bottom as usual. She rubbed at her forehead tiredly and eventually whooped with joy when she uncovered the hiding keys, only to have them fall from her hand and land with a poof on the ground. She was slammed into the hood of her car and she turned with surprise, finding Mac staring right back at her.

"What the hell?" She exclaimed.

"What part of stop doing your rounds, do you not understand?" Mac snarled, his eyes glared down at her. She shoved him away and he flared his nostrils, "Are you still hitting that piss-weak Jim?" He asked irritably.

"I wasn't 'hitting' him in the first place" She retorted.

"Then why was he grabbing on you?" He asked angrily.

"Why are you so angry?" She snapped back. "You have no right to be an asshole to me you...you asshole!"

Mac sneered at her, "Why was he grabbing on you?" He repeated.

"Are you jealous Mac?" She taunted.

He closed the space between them and repeated his question.

"Because he's a clingy bastard who doesn't get a single clue" She retorted. She was surprised she felt the need to justify herself. Mac's mouth quirked at the edges and his hand rested against the hood of her car, just beside her hip.

She glanced at his bruised knuckles and her eyebrows rose, "So it was you that hit Harley" She murmured, she inclined her head towards his fist.

Mac frowned and swept his hand to the side, "What, you scared now?" He asked, sounding half threatening half unsure. Audrey stared up at him briefly, before her eyes fell to the ground and she shook her head slightly.

Mac's crotch jumped and he grabbed her chin, roughly pulling her gaze back to him. He searched her eyes before a smirk crossed his lips and he closed the space between them.

"Oh you filthy little bitch" He rasped, "You like it when Mac fucks up little snot nose bastards? You like it rough b?"

He slid his hand up her thigh and rubbed her through her jeans, her hips buckled forward and his smirk increased. She moved one hand to his crotch area, brushing lightly against him but it was enough to get him fully hard.

"Get in the truck" He snarled.

Audrey stared at him in surprise, he slammed his fist down on the hood of the truck and she jumped briefly. He repeated his demand and she walked over to his truck, jumping into it while he slid into the drivers seat. She knew she should be feeling scared, but the thrilling excitement of Mac's aggression was burning fire in her stomach.

He didn't speak to her while he slammed the gears in place, instead he kept driving until they reached a secluded area, far from anywhere else. Whatever anger he had in him was making him clench the steering wheel with strength, strangely a turn-on for Audrey.

He parked the truck and stared at her.

"Get over here" He barked.

Audrey slid over to him, but it wasn't fast enough. At one fast moment, he had her jeans thrown out the window, his pants zipped down and her straddling his lap while he worked his finger over the sensitive nub in her panties. She threw her head back and moaned loudly, and now she knew why Mac had taken her out here. No one was going to hear her screams, and by the look in Mac's eyes, he was going to make her scream alright.

Mac pulled her into a kiss, and this time it was dirty. This kiss was hard and aggressive, the kind of kiss Audrey could feel between her legs. Audrey rolled her hips over his and he growled into her mouth, sinking his teeth into her bottom lip and making her whimper in surprise from the heat that pooled in her stomach. She stared in Mac's eyes and it turned her on to see anger, jealously and lust mixed into his steely orbs.

His free hand moved around her neck, putting slight pressure there. It wasn't enough to hurt her or choke her, just enough to show who was dominate. Audrey was never submissive, but at this time right now, she wanted it.

"Tell me how you want it" Mac grunted, releasing her bottom lip. He grabbed his hardened length, pushed her panties to the side and rubbed it against her slit. She moaned against him, urging him to be inside of her already. "Tell me" He demanded.

"Fuck me hard" She whispered.

He slammed so far into her that her ass smacked into his thighs. She gripped the car seat while her breath stuck in her throat, her mouth opened in a daze. He grazed his teeth over her lip again before pulling out and slamming back in.

Audrey was grateful for him taking out here, because she would of alerted the whole town with the screams that erupted through her. Intense pleasure built in her stomach each time he'd slam his hips into her. She gasped out a moan, one that fuelled Mac on in his rage induced state.

His brow furrowed angrily, while one hand gripped her hip tightly and brought her crashing down onto him each time he roughly thrusted upwards. His wide hand squeezed her as, thrusting hard while she quickly started to grow delirious. It wasn't long before she was tearing at the seams, she contracted around him and he cussed her out. She was seeing stars as her fingernails nearly ripped through the material of the car seat.

But Mac was no where near finished with her.

He lifted her effortlessly off him, laying her down on the bench seat in the car and he moved his body over hers. He slid off her panties, throwing them on his steering wheel with disregard. He tossed on her legs over his shoulder and slipped his way back into her with a groan.

She held on tight to the back of his neck, gripping the ends of his hair while he restarted his thrusts. She twisted her hand beneath him, massaging his balls while his pace increased. He dropped his head back and groaned, "Oh fuck"

She raised her hips each time to meet his thrusts, almost making him lose control while a vein started to display on his neck. Immediately he smacked her hand away, dropped her leg off his shoulder and moved both legs around his waist. His face darkened with lust and he lifted her hips, slamming her down on him while he thrusted up. She cried out, going hoarse from the amount of screaming she was doing.

It felt like he was pressed against every wall, pressing deeply into her G spot. He pumped into her hard well after her second release. He twitched inside of her, grunting heavily and she clamped down on him.

The list of curses that spilled out of his mouth would of been comical in other situations, but it only made Audrey clamp down ever harder in a need to get him off. He dropped his head into the crook of her neck, seeing nothing but a haze of red lust. He bit down lightly, sucking her flesh into his mouth while she cried out in brief pain and pleasure.

"Oh shit" He huffed into her neck, thrusting his way through his release.

When he was finished, he lazily slid out of her and back into his carseat. They stayed still for a moment, their pants filling the silence of the heated car. Once she clambered up into a seat position, he handed her panties to her and put his car into gear, driving slowly out of the ditch they were parked in. She slipped her panties on, feeling incredibly tired as he raced along the highway.

There was nothing awkward in the car, just relaxed peace between them. It felt strange, if Audrey was honest, but also good at the same time. He still didn't a say a word when he drove into the deserted parking lot, he just parked beside her abandoned patrol car and looked over at her.

She frowned as she glanced around the dashboard, "Where the hell are my jeans?" She asked quietly.

Mac looked around before he smirked with amusement, "I threw 'em out the window" He admitted.

Audrey gaped at him, "You couldn't just throw them to the side?" She hissed, she'd never find those jeans again. They were lost now. Mac shrugged and she opened the door, "Bloody asshole" She muttered to herself. She shakily slid out and loudly cursed.

"What now?" Mac grunted.

"I can barely walk" She snickered, her legs wobbled while her core throbbed sensitively. Sex had never affected her like this before. She took a few hesitant steps forward before Mac sighed and shook his head. He did something that surprised himself and probably her.

"Get back in" He ordered.

Audrey frowned at him, "Huh?"

"Get back in" He repeated impatiently. He watched her slide back in and close the door. He started his truck and pulled out of the parking lot, admittedly he would of loved to see Audrey wobble back to her car in just her panties and t-shirt, but not this time. There would always be another.

He drove her all the way back to her house, in which she stared over at him with surprise.

"Erm, thanks Mac" She mumbled once he parked in her driveway. She grabbed her things and stumbled inside.

Mac frowned at himself, what the hell was he doing? Was that lesson two from Mac or lesson one from Audrey?