A/N: Well guys, this will be the end of Sweet Stockholm. I'm kinda sad because I've enjoyed writing it so much! But don't worry, it won't be the last you hear from me (or Mac). Thanks for all the reads and reviews! xo

When his eyes opened, he didn't know what to make of his surroundings. The soft pink sheets smelled so good. Raising his head from the satin pillow, he looked around the room, she was nowhere in sight. Sitting up and swinging his leg over the bed, he stretched his toes out over the plush white carpet, reaching down to recover his boxers and his cell phone from the back pocket of his jeans.

Wadding the boxers up in his fist, he turned on his cell. 11:08AM, 2 missed calls. Fuck, it was Greco. Mac slid on his underwear and then quietly trotted across the bedroom, opening the door and listening for the sound of Ansley in the apartment. Walking down the hallway, he investigated the living room and kitchen. On the fridge there was a note, At the gym. Be back soon. xo, Cupcake.

Mac let out a sigh as he dialed up his new boss."Greco?"

"Ah, Macerio. I had called to deliver some good news for you."

Mac leaned over the island, resting his elbows, "Yeah?"

Suddenly the jingle of Ansley's keys in the door made him let out a "Oh, shit!" as he ran back down to the bedroom before she could spot him on the phone with her drug lord father.

"What was that about? Mac? Hello?"

"Uh, nothin'. Dropped my cig. You were sayin'?"

"Got news today Devon has officially been taken care of."

Mac swallowed hard, his back pressed against the bedroom door, "Good."

"And I understand Walter is quite miserable. I had him paired up with a most perfect cellmate," you could hear the smile in Greco's voice. "It won't be long for him, though. I understand his cellmate is looking for a way into solitary...just needed to space out their deaths. God forbid I look suspicious." Greco laughed. He didn't care. He had enough money to own everyone he wanted to.

"As long as he ends up dead, I don't care how it's done or who does it," Mac muttered, turning to crack the bedroom door to make sure Ansley wasn't coming.

"I agree. Well, I just thought I'd brighten your day with that tidbit of information. I will have plenty of work for you soon."

"Looking forward to it, boss." Mac ended the call, resting his head back against the door, breathing in and out slowly. So many mixed emotions ran through him. He was fiending for his tin, but knew those days were over or Lombardi would have his head. Mac chuckled to himself, You're worried about being a junkie when you're fuckin' his daughter? Meth he could give up, but not his Cupcake. Never his Cupcake.

The sound of light footsteps came down the hall, as Mac tossed his cell phone onto his jeans in the floor and bolted for the bed, pretending to be asleep. He lay quiet on his stomach, wrapped in the pink sheets and white duvet. He even faked a snore or two as he watched her through the mirror, stripping off her yoga pants and sports bra, dropping the clothing into the floor and walking through a door beside the closet, closing it behind her.

He sat back up, hearing the faint sound of water flowing. He walked softly the bathroom door, opening it as the steam hit his face. He watched her silhouette through the foggy glass of the shower stall.

Ansley wrung out the water from her hair that made perfect black ringlets when it was wet, reaching around behind herself blindly for the conditioner when she felt flesh against her fingertips. "Mac?"

"Yeah, Cupcake," he answered, his naked body pressing fully against her backside.

Ansley wiped her eyes, "I didn't hear you come in," she said, "I thought you were still asleep."

"Heard ya in here, figured you might want ya some company," he said, spinning her around by the elbow to face him.

"You figured right," she smiled, reaching for the soap and sponge. She worked the sponge into a lather proceeding to rub in over Mac's chest, from shoulder to shoulder.

Mac watched her as her eyes ran over his body, gently washing over his chest, arms, and stomach. Reaching up, he tangled his strong hands into those perfect wet ringlets, "Cupcake?"

Ansley met his eyes. She felt like a stranger was staring back at her. His eyes were no longer tortured...they looked free. Dropping the sponge, she placed two sudsy hands onto his outstretched biceps, "What is it?"

"I don't ever want us to be separated again, ya understand?"

"What are you-"

"You know what I am. What I do. I don't want nobody else. I ain't tellin' you, I'm askin' you to be mine," his thumb gently caressed her cheekbone.

"I can agree to that," Ansley whispered, her eyes soft and sincere, pulling Mac's wrist so that his hand cradled her face.

"Good," he pulled her closer to him, catching her lips with his.

As they let up from the kiss, Ansley grinned, "Just don't expect to meet my parents anytime soon."

"Wouldn't worry too much about that," Mac smirked. If she only knew.