The would be up soon and that pleased him. He'd timed it just right even though the motherfucker never knew he'd be here regardless. His death wouldn't be easy. It'd be hard won because Mac was going to make sure that he felt every passing minute of his life and body giving away. It wasn't in him to feel pity for someone so low and below his boots.

He didn't remember much of his mother other than the images seared into his memory from Walter. No the things he remembered of her didn't paint a victim at all. If she'd never met Walter he had a feeling his mother would be more like him and Lucien than even he knew. He could remember her reading to him and it was odd her choices. Never children's books or sweet nothings. Even then she knew he was going to grow into being a monster. The thought should have bothered him but it did the opposite. He felt his chest tighten at the unwanted stirring feelings there for a bitch long dead.

Harper stirred next to him her legs laying over his thighs. She was tired. He expected it honestly. Adrenaline rush and then the crash. He'd be lucky if he didn't have to carry her fucking ass into the house. Eyes flicking to her and then back he raised a brow. His mother and Harper seemed to think about things the same way at times. It was eerie. Fucking Lucien being around was making him remember things that he'd tucked away long ago.

She'd called them wolves. He knew they functioned differently than other people. Fuck, he knew he was fucked in the head and had for years. There was nothing more exciting than hunting someone down watching that fear leak into their eyes and then watching them try to run. The hunt and the slaughter served to different things but both were animalistic with him. Fucking all those women didn't do shit for him honestly, it was just another way to strip them down and break wasn't attraction to them because whores were nothing more than disposable. Shit to wiped off the bottom of his boot, but Harper was different. She called to something in him those bitches never had. But hunting with her and watching her with him how in sync they were had his blood running thousand miles to nowhere and his body tense. HE wanted to fuck her right there. Not like times before where she'd used her smart fucking mouth and back talked, fuck no, this was different. This was watching her in her element, in his.

Calling them wolves though made him think of his fucking mother.

"What do wolves have to fear of prey?"

It wasn't something he'd thought about in years. He understood her now. And wasn't that the fucking kicker. All this time Walter had thought he broke a woman that was weak and nothing. She proved him wrong because at an early age she'd made him a predator before Walter ever got his first lick in.

Parking the vehicle he watched as dust kicked up around them swirling and mixing with the night. His fingers were tracing along Harper's legs. She was still sleeping and he could hear her slight breaths mixing with his deeper ones. Tightening his grip on her he jerked her leg causing her to almost fall in the floor. Her eyes snapped open and she focused on him immediately.

"We're here."

She nodded and pushed herself upright. "I fell asleep."

"If you got any better at stating the obvious..." He muttered as pushed the door open and his boots hit the hard packed ground.

This was his stomping grounds and he was getting ready to bloody it one last time. Harper met him at the back of the jeep and he pulled the door open. He was met with fearful eyes and a man playing at being alive. His eyes were pleading but he felt nothing for him. Harper slapped him when he started trying to talk. Mac smirked and he seen anger flared in his eyes regarding her. Harper seen it too and struck him again causing his head to whip to the side and hit the jeep. Mac caught her wrist before she could do anything else. He knew her temper and how fast she could turn on a dime. He jerked the motherfucker up and out of the jeep.

Harper was moving and grabbing what they needed. He'd drove two twentyfour inch u bolts into the hard packed ground side by side. As he tossed him to the ground Mac kicked at the bolts- they didn't even budge. He knew they wouldn't but it still was compulsive to make sure. Harper was eyeballing him and what he was doing. He looked up meeting her eyes and smirked.

Her eyes darkened as her thighs pressed together and she swallowed. She was going to be the death of him, the worst was yet to come and he knew it. Where Harper was concerned he'd never see any sleep. Whether he was killing a motherfucker or she was riding his cock like she was made for it he'd be fine. If she thought taking him away from these canyons would stop his need and want to kill then she was wrong. But he wasn't kidding himself Harper knew him; she knew he wanted to kill as much as he needed to. He'd started a hunger in her for it as well.

Dragging him towards the bolts Mac jerked his arms up over his head. He wasn't going to bind his arms behind his back. No, it'd serve no purpose for what he wanted. The struggle was weak and Mac chuckled as the reddening on his face. There were clear and defined hand prints on him from Harper slapping him.

When his wrist were locked around the u bolts securely Mac stood up and looked down at him. Putting a bullet in his head would be quick, easy, and have this done with but that wasn't what he wanted. He wanted to watch him fight those cuffs and struggle against his restraints. He was wearing himself down and Mac just leaned against the grill of the vehicle. He was content to watch him fight until he had none left in him. He liked watching the realization that they weren't getting out of here alive, he liked watching them break, he liked taking them apart and them being forced to feel it all. He wanted this motherfucker to feel trapped.

Harper slid next to him her body flush against his. Her breathing was rising as she watched him struggle and fight against the u bolts. There was nothing else restraining him at all other than be tethered to them. He didn't have the slack to get to his knees enough like he'd need to jerk them free of the ground and he didn't have the strength break the hardpack of dirt around them from pulling at the sides. He was stuck. He was there until Mac decided he was free.

Harper kissed his throat and he looked down at her. Her eyes were wide and locked on him. "How long have those bolts been there?"

"Years."

Harper made a noise in her throat and pressed into him more. He felt her breast heave against his side and looked down at her again. She was flushed. Bitch was getting off on it. He pulled her around in front of him and her arms went around him. Her head was turned and looking at the motherfucker wheezing and fighting a dying man's fight. Her body was lined perfect with his and he pushed his thigh into the apex of hers and she moaned low in her throat. Mac leaned down breathing in her scent clinging to her hair. She always smelled fucking amazing. Right now she had the heat of fire and death mixing with her and blood. It was enough to have his blood pumping along as her hips rolled down into his thigh.

"How many?" She panted her teeth biting into his shoulder and chest at random. She was marking the fuck out of him.

"Twelve."

Her body jerked and his hands slid down her back to her ass jerking her tighter into him. Pressing tighter into her body she felt her hips buck against him. Tightening his grip on her ass he held her as she rode her orgasm out against him. He ignored his hardon and instead watched as the fight continued. The cable was biting deeply into his skin burn and eating away the skin and meat in his fight. Blood was dripping and puddling on the ground. It was damned beautiful.

"LET ME GO!" He barked suddenly. "I get it. Fuck, I won't say shit; just let me go. You can't just kill people."

"I do." Mac set Harper aside. "I have."

His eyes whipped up to Mac's and it was starting to show. Realization seeping and poisoning him already.

"You know what lurks out here?" Mac squatted meeting his eyes. "Besides me and the bodies I've left laying."

Harper danced around them her hair fanning out wildly in the wind. Mac smiled. It wasn't friendly but a promise. A promise he'd given this man when he'd been locked up and he'd tried to beat him. When he'd first hit him.

"Someone will find me."

Mac snorted, "In time maybe depending on where I leave your body."

His face paled and he regarded Mac. "You should have never been let out."

"No, no I shouldn't have." Mac's voice was like a knife sliding between ribs knicking his lungs. He watched him exhale hard. "I've done more than they ever dreamed. I've raped, beaten, burned, mutilated, and killed more fucking people than any of you fucking pussy's ever dreamed." Mac snarled his temper rising, "Thinking that you could break me, thinking that your stupid fucking stunts would get to me."

Harper twirled around them again and Mac's eyes tracked her. Her raven hair was fanning out a she spun and her face was tilting up to the moon. It was painting over her skin that was still flushed and slightly sweaty. Her boot flashed out and she kicked the bastard in the back never faltering as she moved around. She came behind him her hand sliding over his hand and up his neck into his hair her grip tight before she squatted.

"You made a sad little attempt at a game of trying to break a man." She laughed, "A man who has spent the better part of his life cutting lives apart without regard or remorse. What the fuck were you thinking?" Harper caught his jaw and jerked his face closer to hers. She pressed her forehead to Mac's breathing deeply before looking at the man again, "You can see the animal in his eyes."

His adamapple bobbed and she sneered at him, "You two are crazy."

"Crazy's a point of view." Mac sneered.

He stood and left Harper talking to him. The man was trying to talk shit but it was doing nothing for him. Harper was all smiles. She loved pissing people off. She loved pushing fucking buttons and this was right up her alley.

"He's going to kill you." She purred. She brought her hand close to his face and Mac see him flinch back from her touch. She ran her fingers into the blood on his face leaking from a gash on his forehead, "You shouldn't have tried to be a tough guy. He loves a challenge."

Mac chuckled and slipped around the back of the vehicle. He eyed what he had and snatched up a few things. He tossed it all down and started busting the bottles. The sound of shattering glass had the man crying out. Mac didn't pause but gathered it all up. He walked forward and watched as Harper taunted him more. He paused and she backed up giving him room. Stopping at the bolts he watched as the man met his eyes and then dumped the crushed glass all around him. He kept some in his hand and watched him. He tried to move away from it but he cried out as his knees began to get torn to shreds. Mac kicked him in the side causing his breath to wheeze out and he dropped to his forearms wheezing.

Jerking his head up he caught his jaw. Panic so thick he could taste it leaked from him and Mac smiled at him. That dancing feral smile of a man on the edge. He could hear the sounds of tearing skin the more he struggled against his iron will and grip. Harper slid over the man's back and her thighs trapped his sides and she caught the sides of his head in her grip. Her nails dug in deeply and she forced him to stop bucking as she beared down on him.

"Open wide." Mac leered.

Jaw forced wide he dumped the broken glass into his mouth and slapped his mouth shut. He forced his jaws to remain closed and watched spittle and blood bubble between his lips. Tears were sliding free and his eyes shone with terror. Harper slid off him like the night sliding over the valley and Mac stood back watching him.

Time passed slowly and he felt it in his bones again that it was almost time to go. The fight was starting to finally break in him. He was laying on his side cut to pieces. He'd since had his shirt and jeans cut away but then Harper denied him even his piss stained boxers. He was blood and blood coated with the dirt of the canyons already trying to bury him. The screaming was thick and lasted for hours. He'd forced him to drink whiskey while he'd had him there. Not enough to dull any pain but enough to set his destroyed mouth on fire and to force the broken glass down his throat. And he didn't die all at once. It was hours before the screaming stopped. Mac doubted he'd get to sleep tonight. This was the last time he'd used crushed glass.

The sun broke over the valley and the last exhale was forced from bloodied lungs. The man that was left limp on the ground was beaten and bloodied. Harper had taken her anger out as well. She ended up taking a tire iron to him when he called her a whore. Mac called her it all the time and it pissed him off to hear another man call her the same thing but it seems Harper wasn't having it all. She ended up breaking his wrist and taking the only fight he had from him. He had deep gouged cuts from larger portions of the glass and he had other razor style cuts from it. It was all pleasing to his eyes. Harper seemed just as pleased but he wanted to get her home and get the smell of the other men off her. He didn't like they'd touched her at all.

"What do we do with him?" Harper yawned.

Mac was putting everything away as she watched the sunrise. He shut everything away and looked at the sack of shit on the ground. He wanted to act like he was a predator until he met a real one. He was a fox in the hen house but when he'd come out he'd stepped right into a steel vice of stronger jaws. He'd been mauled and destroyed. Let the canyons have him.

"Leave him."

Harper nodded at him and chewed her lip, "Wont someone find him?"

"Never coming back here." Mac watched her. "It's what you keep bitching and moaning about...you want away from here. We're gone. But regardless the coyotes will destroy everything left of him." Mac motioned her to the vehicle, "I've seen it a dozen times."

Harper shot him a knowing look and grinned. "It's what we wanted."

Mac hummed in his throat and turned his mind to his hunt that Lucien was in on. Whether he knew it or not he was already. He'd kill the motherfucker otherwise.