Sorry that this chapter is so very short. Considering Xmas is meant to be a holiday I've literally had no time to write what so ever. I shall make up for it, promise.

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Mac, Marshall and Robbie left the bar looking way more casual than they were feeling. They'd already stopped by the house Mike was sharing with his friends but the place was empty. Next had been the bar which had turned up the same result. Nothing. However, Zoe who was working that night told them they'd been in and where they'd gone on to. Mac was doing his best to calm and collected act, but it was difficult with the fire that burned in his stomach. It had ignited the second she told him Mike been near her again and had quickly began to rage out of control.

10 minutes later, Mac slammed his truck into park outside the towns one and only strip club. As he got out of the truck and looked up, the realisation of just how grim this place was hit him. He couldn't lie, he'd been a fairly frequent visitor to this place himself in the past, but this was just one of the things along with many others since he'd met Lucy, he was seeing things again with new eyes. Yeah that feeling still freaked him out a bit.

Once inside it was no different. The same old desperate faces, most of whom belonged to men who'd told their wives they'd be working late. He felt Robbie tap him on the shoulder. As he turned Robbie nodded sharply to a table across the room. Sure enough, there they were, 6 or 7 stupid fucking frat boys, whooping and hollering at the girl dancing in front of them like they'd never seen a naked woman before. Looking at them though, he figured a lot of them probably hadn't. Not a real one anyway. They approached the group from behind so their target would have no chance to make a run for it.

"Well hey there Mike! Enjoyin' the show?" Mac slammed his hands down on Mike's shoulders as he spoke. Unsurprisingly the mood of the pack changed instantly.

"What the fuck!" was all Mike managed to get out before Mac yanked him up from his seat. Marshall stepped in front and Mac pushed him hard to his friend who began to unceremoniously drag him away.

"Sorry bout the interruption boys, just need to have a little talk with your friend there!" He couldn't help but grin as he walked away, he was sure at least one of them had peed their pants a little.

He headed over to where he knew the boys would have taken him. It would be one of the little rooms out the back where some of the girls would take you if you paid just that little bit extra. When he got inside, Robbie and Marshall were stood in front of Mike, who was now a shaken crumpled mess on the small sofa. Mac slammed the door behind him and stalked across the room towards him. With one strong arm he once again dragged him up from where he sat and slammed him against the nearest wall. "Now Mike. This is gonna be quick and painless if you keep your fucking mouth shut and listen. Got it?"

"Fuck you!" Mike spat more than said. With that Mac gave the nod to Marshall stepped up and planted a solid right hook against Mike's jaw. His knees gave way under him but Mac pulled him back onto his shaky legs.

"That clear things up a little for ya Mike? You starting to understand how this works?" Mike said nothing, he just looked up at him as blood began to trickle from his nose. "Good. Glad to know we're on the same page. Now why don't you have a seat." Mac turned him and practically threw him back onto the couch. With his hands now free, Mike clutched at his rapidly swelling jaw while the 3 of them towered over him menacingly.

"Now I know you've been round to my place again...sorry...our place. You know, me and my girl?" Mac taunted. "And maybe my memory ain't too clear but I think we had a talk about this before didn't we?"

"And I told you she'll get board with you. And I'll be there." Mike said, dripping blood as he spoke. It must have been the alcohol that was giving him the balls to answer back, because he knew in the back of his mind, he'd just made a shitty situation a whole lot shittier for himself. Mac pounced then, straggling Mike's lap and taking a fist full of his hair he yanked his head painfully back. "How can I put this so you're dumb ass can understand! You don't exist in her life any more! She's with me! She's mine! Must be rough for you, how long you been wandering how she feels, what she tastes like, how she sounds...then only having ya hand to turn to." Despite the pain, Mike felt his jaw tense up "And just so you know, she says it ain't never been better since a real man showed her how." Mac chuckled almost malevolently as he smacked Mike on the back of the head and climbed off him. "Know this MIKE. Go near her again and we'll have to have another little chat. Cept I don't think these guys'll be in such a good mood next time." The 3 of them turned and left the mess that was Mike to take care of himself. As pissed as he was right now, all he could focus on was getting back to Lucy. He didn't catch anyone eye as he aimed for the door, but was forced too before he could leave. A little blond thing in a sequinned bikini and way too many roots showing stepped out in front of him. "Hey Mac. Not seen you for a while. You come back for some fun?"

"No. Thanks." he said as he dismissed her "I got someone now. She's better and doesn't charge."