He liked to stack the bodies high and damn if it didn't make him smile seeing the Mesa closed. The wind was blowing just hard enough to carry the smell of blood on the air with bleach just behind it. Walter was working hard to clean the mess, his mess. Mac inhaled deeply on his cigarette his eyes burning a hole in the building across the street.

"Hey Mac." Eric spoke stepping next to him taking a deep drink from his water. Mac looked over smoke billowing from his nose and Eric offered him a water. "Walter called asking if you were here about twenty minutes ago..." Mac turned his fully body towards him and studied Eric. Eric swallowed under his look and went on, "I told him yeah and offered to get you but he said you'd find him."

Mac's eyes sliced through the air snapping with electricity as his hand fished out his phone. Eric smiled at him and started back into the shop not looking back at Mac. Walking out the door his phone was already ringing with no answer. Growling he shut his phone and let his mind track where he knew Harper was going to be. She was going back to the doctors but should be home by now.

Jerking the truck door open he tore his coveralls open letting some air blow against his over heated skin. Climbing in he reversed out and drove straight for his house his anger climbing up his throat sinking its claws in. Jerking his phone back out he called her phone again and snarled when he voicemail started talking to him. The string of words that poured from his mouth as her voicemail waited no doubt would have her raising her eyebrow later at him.

Pulling at his house he was out of the vehicle and through the door in a matter of seconds. Walter calling the shop and not him had warning bells going off in his head tell him that the motherfucker was up to something. Harper's purse was laying haphazardly on the counter where she always tossed it when walking through the door. Mac walked further following her routine he knew by heart and growled seeing her boots setting in their room.

"Motherfucker." The arctic chill dripping from the blood in his words sent a chill out.

Turning he walked down the hall his fingers hitting in his mouth and he let loose a loud wolf whistle. Duke was silent something he never was when Mac called him. Eyes going to the movement in the living room Mac felt his chest heave. A whine met his ears and he flipped the table from its overturned position and felt his lip curl in anger. Duke was laying broken under the table his dark eyes gazing up at Mac. His eyes went around the room seeing the signs of struggle clear as day. Whoever had come into his house and took what was his was going to pay with every last bit of life in them. He would be their pain while they repayed it all.

Squatting down his fingers slid over his throat, "I'll fucking kill him."

As if understanding him a snarl formed on Dukes lips and Mac felt the first of the broke bones in his side. Shaking his head when he realized he was going to hear her crying over this later. Scooping the fucker up quick he walked straight out the back door and to his truck ignoring the licks Duke was delivering along his throat. Mac growled to himself at what he was doing and set Duke down and was in the truck, the drive and his short cuts wouldn't take long to get there. He needed to get out there before he went to Walter's anyways, if he went off half cocked then he'd get her killed.

Pulling up his eyes flicked down to her dog that she treated more like a child than anything. Grimacing he pulled him out and started through the winding caverns and veered off into a part he'd never shown Harper. The entrance to this part of the cave system was cloaked in darkness and unless you knew it was there you would always walk past it. His mind was already forming the next round of what was to come and it was all about turn about.

Walter had lost his fucking mind if he thought hurting Harper or anything like that would get him favors with Mac. He was all revved and ready to go. Just the mere thought of Walter touching and inch of her pale skin had him gritting his teeth. He knew the way men looked at Harper and if it wasn't for him he knew more than a few who would have given it a hell of a run.

Setting Duke down and like always his eyes went to the sulfur in the rocks and the way they gave the false sense of light. Eyes flicking around he pulled the lights and it triggered the room the be lit up. Looking down at Duke pain was etched in his dark eyes with blood starting to rim his mouth as he lay panting. He wasn't long for this world and Mac bared his teeth and despite his pain Duke done the same thing back.

Hand sliding down his slick fur around his neck Mac watched his face to the reaction to him actually petting him. Moving quick he put him out his misery and set back on his heels looking down at the sight of Harper's baby ended. He felt anger spike his blood at the pain this was going to cause her and stood up wiping the blood on his coveralls.

Walking silently through the cave he turned down another cavern and smiled the familiar terrain calming to him. He needed to get the fuck out of this place though. It was finished. It was what he wanted to begin with. He wanted away from the dwelling place for his demons even Harper knew this. She had pushed him more and more trying to get him to make his move. Walter had forced his hand. He had a few loose end to tie up before anything was set in stone. One thing was for sure he would get her back. Harper was his and for each mark or touch on her he'd make this entire fucking town pay.

Stepping outside the cave he walked for his truck just as his phone started ringing. Seeing Harper's number he answered quickly.

"Mac." The voice on the other line was smug.

"You fucked up."

Their was a deep chuckle, "You knew what you done would have a price to pay."

Mac smiled into the phone when he heard the slight cracking of the voice over the last words. "There is always a price." Mac snarled his voice sounding lower and lacing with venom, "Be ready to pay yours."

"So sure I have her?"

Mac set back in his truck the heat making him feel like he was melting. His hair was plastered to his head and he knew the scruff on his face likely had oil and grease through just like his hair from his roaming hands. His hands were covered in dark oil and grease giving them the look of dark talons from the way he was holding his hand.

Mac chuckled, "Don't fuck with me."

Mac tossed his phone in the seat and backed out smiling as the light dropped descending the canyons into the dark. His eyes tracked the clouds trying to obscure the full moon. His blood was burning and the calm he'd felt since being with her was vanishing and in its place was something deep and dark was spreading its wings. She was the devils Valium.

Mac stopped right on the outskirts of town and shut his truck off sliding from the vehicle and slipped over the guard rail into the canyons. It was a risky move at night if you didn't know where you were going and walking. It was even riskier to be walking alone but nothing in its right mind would fuck with him here, he was the canyons. He was the dark secret that lived and breathed, fed these beast. They were never caged and never free.

Howling in the distance made him smirk as he moved through the dark his walk turning into a jog the further he got to town. He knew she wasn't dead. He'd feel it. He would know. They weren't that fucking stupid. Fuck with him and say shit, threaten her yes. But outright kill the only thing that had saved them more than once, no one was that fucking stupid. Mac didn't have a heart in his chest. No Harper carried that with her and to hurt her would be to kill everything that Mac was. He'd burn everything and everyone to the ground. He'd watch the world burn for her.

Mac crested the hill that set just to the side of the Mesa and squatted down letting his frame blend in seamlessly with the backdrop. His eyes darkened seeing the other vehicle in the parking lot. Slipping down the hill just as it pulled out he growled and was across the parking lot completely silent the only give away was his roiling anger making his breathing sound out.

Not knocking he was through the door and into the bar in seconds startling Devon, Walter, and a tied up Reggie. His eyes took in the information quickly and seen someone move to his right towards him. Smiling to himself he held still letting their frame come closer before he moved grabbing their wrist and hearing the snapping of bones.

Mac jerked the woman forward her blonde hair whipping with the movement. Her overweight frame stumbled and dropped to her knees as she sobbed at the broken wrist. Mac lifted his eyes to Walter and Devon daring them to move. Devon's eyes were wide seeing him in full form something Harper always kept in check.

Mac laced his hands through her hair and tilted her head back still looking at Walter, "Who are you?"

"Elizabeth Ann." She panted through her tears looking up at him cradling her wrist. "I was just hear looking for my daughter Kristy."

Mac barked out a laugh, "They tell you where she was?" At the shake of her head she gave her a feral smile that bordered manic, "Harper fucking killed her and I left her dead ass for this cocksucker."

Her eyes widened and Walter stepped forward, "Now Mac we need to talk."

Lifting his eyes his look made Walter's eyes flinch visibly. He hadn't expected what he got from Mac over her. He had underestimated Harper this entire time, didn't see what she was to him. It was his downfall. It would always be his downfall not able to see what was right in front of him. To love is to destroy his fucking ass. Harper loved him and he would kill everyone in his path to make sure she was unharmed even if it meant the end for him. Harper mattered. She was his.

"How do you know this bastard?" Mac hissed.

Elizabeth's eyes raised to his, "You're Mac?"

Raising an eyebrow, "Yes what the fuck about it?"

He watched Walter step forward again, "Elizabeth shut your mouth."

"NO Walter!" Elizabeth sobbed, "I knew your mother and father."

Mac shook his head at her, "I can see that." he snapped.

"Your real father."

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Walter bellowed moving across the room his eyes snapping.

As soon as he was close enough Mac's fist connected solidly with his face rocking him backwards, "You set the fuck down." Mac snarled is knife flashing in the light. "NOW!"

Mac snarled like a wild animal and the sound of skin splitting silenced the entire room. It gave a tearing sound to accompany the sound of blood gurgling and crashing to the ground from the behemoth in front of Mac. Walter growled and Elizabeth's body rocked forward dropping like dead weight as blood spilled from her mouth. Mac's knife hung loose next to his body blood dripping to the hardwood the sound almost like a storm. His eyes lifted to Walter and he smiled walking for him, "Where is she?" He didn't have time to examine what this bitch was saying. He wouldn't until he had a Harper back.

Walter kept his mouth shut and Mac stepped over the body moving towards him silently. The thud of his steel toes made his pulse jump in his aged throat with each move giving hims satisfaction. He'd come along way from the man Walter tried to create to the man he was today. He could tell Walter why people go insane, he could show him how to do the same. He'd leave him in the shadows of his sins to be eat alive with nothing left.

"Dad." Devon pleaded.

Mac's eyes went to him and seen tears in his eyes. Weak little fuck. Reggie had fire in her eyes and no tears. What the fuck had the done to her. She was working the gag from her mouth furiously and Mac smirked. Walter backed up a step from him putting himself between Mac and Devon.

"She's not here."

"Where?" Mac tightened his grip on his knife.

Devon touched Walter's shoulder and looked to him, "Dad..."

"No! He needs to learn. No one above family." Walter snapped backhanding Devon.

Mac felt Reggie's eyes on him and looked over just as the gag fell. Her lips were bleeding and he seen the bruise forming over her cheek the closer he stood. "Someone named..."

"Girl I'm warning you." Walter barked out.

Reggie bristled, "Austin."

Mac felt adrenaline sear through his blood racing the bile in his throat. The memory of the way her father looked at her flashed in front of his eyes and his entire world tilted on its axis. Moving forward Mac jerked Devon down from the seat he was on cradling his lip and Walter grabbed for him.

"It's about family right?" Mac sneered dragging Devon with him. Walter hesitated a step and Mac smiled at him kicking the door hard behind him knocking it wide open. "Lets see how fucking thick the blood runs."