This is kinda a day in the life of Mac and Lluvia, which isn't what I wanted but sometimes stories have other ideas about what they want to say. I hope you enjoy the little glimpse of how they interact on a daily basis (Yes Mac is being manipulative, he can't help it), more action next chapter I promise.

Chapter 4

Mac was sitting in a beat up old car watching Lluvia's old work place. The car Marc drove was still sitting pretty in the parking lot, he'd lucked out, the prick was working late, he wouldn't have to follow him home. He'd followed the dumbass around all day and this was the first break he'd had. Mac knew from talking to Lluvia that there were no cameras in the parking lot, it's how douche bag got away with stealing her car, it was an isolated building with very little chance of being seen, he'd snatch the bastard and be back home by nightfall.

Ten minutes later a beefy tanned man strutted out of the building. Mac snuck up behind him just as he was about to open his car door bring a rag up to the mans nose, after a few seconds of struggle, Marc succumbed to the chloroform Mac dosed him with.

He quickly tied the man up and threw him in the trunk of his car and headed back home. He wouldn't have time to take care of him today, he told Lluvia he'd be home tonight and he wanted to take his time with this one. That man had fucked his girl, it didn't matter that Mac had no clue she existed at the time, he had fucked her and then fucked her over, he would pay. If he could he would kill every man that had touched his woman, it wasn't a long list, she told him she'd been with three men before him. He gave a lopsided grin, only two would be left soon enough. He couldn't kill all of them, that would led the police right to her, but he could dream and he could get this one.

A few hours later Mac pulled up to his cave. Dave limped out slowly, half his face was bruised and swollen and his arm was wrapped around his ribs. Wincing with every step, he made his way to the trunk of the car as Mac pulled his victim out.

"Get rid of the car." He threw the keys at Dave, smirking at the way he shuffled to catch them, hissing with pain.

"Do I gotta come back for his body?"

"Naw, I don't have the time to finish him today. I'll be here tomorrow, take the day, I'll oversee the guys while I'm here." He liked Dave and he couldn't blame him for looking at Lluvia when he got the chance, she was beautiful, but he wasn't allowed to look and he had to pay the price.

"Thanks boss." Dave gave him a nod. Mac was hard and violent, but if he liked you, you got a bit of kindness. Mac's version of kindness, like giving you the day off after he beat the living shit out of you.

Mac threw the unconscious man over his shoulder and watched Dave drive away in the car before heading into the cave. He walk into the small cavern he had set up for his kill and threw his unfortunate baggage on a dirty mattress laying on the floor. That mattress had seen countless women get violated and more than a few people lose their life. Marc began to stir, Mac moved quickly, chaining him to a couple of bolts screwed into the wall behind him. He waited impatiently for the man to focus on him, a sledge hammer held loosely in his right hand.

"What the fuck is going on." Marc tried to lift his hand to his face getting stopped short by a long thick chain wrapped around his wrist.

"Nice to meet you." Mac crouched down in front Marc. "I'm Mac and you're gonna die." He got up swiftly. "Not today though, I gotta get home to my woman." He lifted the sledge hammer up to his shoulder. "Hey guess what? You know her…Lluvia! You remember her?" Mac asked with mock enthusiasm.

"Lluvia? What the fuck? Is this because of her piece of shit car? I didn't do shit man."

"Sure you didn't." Mac narrowed his eyes at him.

"Man you're doing her dirty work, she don't even keep guys around for more than a year or so. Bitch is as cold as ice."

"That a fact." Mac squatted down in front of the man again and leaned over, bringing his ring finger up to Marc's eye level. "She ain't leaving me….ever."

"What the fuck? She married you, so what now you're gonna try to get me to pay for her fuckin' car. Forget it, I didn't do shit." He laughed and Mac smiled with him.

"No." He shook his head slowly. "You're gonna die." He got back up slowly this time and raised the sledge hammer over his head. He could see the look on the other man's face, he had no idea what was happening, he didn't believe Mac's words until a second before the sledgehammer shattered his knee.

"You wait for me right here." Mac told the screaming man as he sauntered off, a genuine grin on his face. It was going to be a good day tomorrow.

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Lluvia was running down the hall as soon as the front door opened. Mac caught her as she threw herself into his arms and pushed her up against the nearest wall as he enjoyed the feel of her mouth on his, he laughed to himself softly when he thought of Marc calling her cold, with him, Lluvia was nothing but heat and passion.

"What's so funny?" she pulled away slightly.

"Nothin', you miss me?"

"Always, you hungry? I found a new recipe, its lasagna."

"Don't ya ever make Mexican food?"

"Yep, I'll make flautas tomorrow, they're my favorite." She kissed his nose, hopping down from his arms.

"You'll like the lasagna, I promise." She led him to the kitchen and sat him down before going to fix him a plate.

She brought him a beer and set a square of lasagna and a piece of garlic bread in front of him.

"No salad." He smirked.

"No, I have no desire to clean lettuce leaves off the floor again." She shook her head, before taking a bite out of her own lasagna.

"Should have known better than to feed me fuckin' rabbit food."

"Yeah, I should have." She smiled. "Try it," she motioned to the food on his plate, "It's got a little kick to it."

Mac raised an eyebrow, he'd found out he liked spicy food, the burn felt good in his mouth. He took a bite and grinned.

"It's good." He took a drink of his beer, letting the bubbles enhance the burn a bit. She smiled and did a little dance in her seat, pleased he liked it.

They ate in silence for a few minutes and he noted that she deliberately didn't look at his split knuckles or ask him about his day.

"How many guys you fuck?" Mac asked her.

"Again, Mac! I don't like this conversation." She scowled, stabbing a piece of lasagna and shoving it in her mouth.

"Answer the fucking question." He told her softly.

"Three, OK, three boyfriends and three partners. I don't ask you these things."

"You can ask, but you won't like the answers." He leaned towards her. "How long were you with each of them?"

"Jesus Mac." She dropped her fork, refusing to look at him.

"How long?"

"I don't know, not long. Longest was maybe a year." She began tapping her foot, a sign she was upset, but Mac pressed on.

"You ain't been with me a year either." He leaned back in his chair.

"I married you, AFTER finding out you were a serial rapist and I'm here even after finding out what you did to that poor girl Regina. What more do I have to do Mac?" She wrapped her arms around herself and glared at the table in front of her.

"There's more Lluvia, a lot more. Come here." He leaned over yanking her arm till she got up. He settled her on top of him straddling his lap. She laid her head in the crook of his neck.

"I'm scared." She whispered.

"I'm gonna be gone tomorrow again." He felt her shake her head, she wasn't telling him he couldn't go, just letting him know she was unhappy about it.

She was going to find out everything tomorrow, he rubbed his hands over her backside, then squeezed her close, bringing his erection into her core. Maybe she wouldn't be as upset, since this Marc guy had hurt her. She began kissing his neck, making her way up to his mouth. He didn't want her to fear him, she wouldn't leave, he already knew she couldn't but the way she simply gave herself to him without restraint was part of what made her so fucking special. Fear would fuck that up. He slipped his tongue into her mouth, kissing her slowly but passionately. Tonight she would get his gentle side, he wanted to leave her with a reminder of what they were, and what he could be.

He stood up with her and walked into the bedroom, laying her on the bed before breaking the kiss and stepping away. She had her dark hair fanned out around her head, wearing only a pair of his boxer and a sports bra, she was a sight.

"Take those clothes off." He smiled down at her and removed his teeth, there would be no biting today.

She rushed to get out of her clothes as he removed his flannel and undershirt, she beat him to his pants, tearing open his zipper. She glanced up at him before swallowing down is cock nearly to the base. Mac closed his eyes, letting out a deep moan of pleasure. He gripped her hair but refrained from controlling her motions. After a few seconds he felt her stop and opened his eyes, she was looking up at him confused.

"Go on." He told her, pressing his length against her mouth, she opened up willingly giving him a puzzled glance and continued. He let her keep control and it was torture, every fiber of his being wanted to throw her on her back and shove his cock down her throat, it was torture to let her control the pace and not grip her hair and shove her face into his dick again and again. It was torture but it was sweet torture, to his shock he wanted to cum almost immediately. He pulled her off him gently and laid her back onto the bed, his chest heaving from arousal and restraint.

"Is everything OK." She asked worriedly.

He didn't answer her, he couldn't answer her right now, he had to get inside her before he lost the little bit of self-control he was still in possession of. He positioned himself at her pussy and pushed in as slow as he was able, she arched her body to meet his as eager for him as he was for her. Mac grinned down at her, she was always so wet and tight for him, he began thrusting into her deep and hard, he wanted this to last. Lluvia brought his head down to hers kissing him almost desperately, not giving a shit that he didn't have most of his front teeth, she never did. She came suddenly, moaning loudly as she bit his bottom lip. Mac lost control then slamming into her hard and fast, she came again, hard enough to lift both of them off the bed, he followed her burying his face in her neck as he rode out his release.

"That was different."

Mac reached over and put his teeth back in, before rubbing his face. "You liked it." It wasn't a question. She nodded, "I always like it, it was just different."

He gathered her into his arms gently fingering the bit mark on her shoulder, it was healed for now, so was the one on his neck. She didn't bite him as often as he bit her, she wasn't really violent, she just enjoyed it rough.

"I'll be back earlier tomorrow." He told her, she rubbed her nose along his jawline before kissing his chin.

"I wish you didn't have to go."

"Yeah, well I do. I have to." He gripped her wrist, she would know tomorrow about his other darker need.

"You still want Mexican?" she asked, dropping the subject, letting him know she wouldn't fight him on it.

"Yep, in fact I want Mexican right now." He grinned pushing her onto her back and spreading her legs. He dove in, giving her as much pleasure as he could dish out. Tomorrow everything could change, he was strangely optimistic that it wouldn't, but it could, and he was going to get as much out of tonight as humanly possible.