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Squealing a few feet from the corner, Opie jumped out as quickly as he could and rushed to Macy's side. She was sitting in a large stone planter, crushing the carefully placed flowers, with the lamppost beside her acting as a spotlight for her rescuer.

"Are you okay?" He asked her, tilting her chin up to look at her face. "Who did this to you?"

"J-just take me home," she urged him. "We'll talk there."

Opie gathered Macy up in his arms, holding her against his chest, and carried her over to his truck. She opened the door for him and he gingerly placed her in the passenger's seat.

As he walked around to the driver's side, Opie checked up and down the street for any sign of who could have hurt Macy. Opie could hardly control his fury as he looked for any movement, but he knew Macy would only be more upset by it. As he suspected, the streets were empty so he climbed back in the pick-up and headed toward home.

"I'm surprised you didn't call Jax," she said with a trembly voice.

He smirked a little, "I woulda. He actually called me a few hours ago, he's at Saint Thomas. Wendy," he said as a simple explanation.

"Shit, accident or drugs?"

Opie glanced at her. "One guess."

"Goddamnit, Wendy," Macy sighed.

At a red light, Opie examined her more closely. "I think that's gonna need stitches," he told her, his eyes on her cheekbone.

"No," she shook her head, cringing from the pain in her skull. "It's fine."

Opie glared at her but didn't push, he could see she was terrified and didn't want to cause her any more stress. They arrived at the house rather quickly and Opie helped her in with one arm around her waist. Guiding her into the kitchen, Opie lifted her with ease onto the kitchen counter and grabbed the first aid kit Donna was forced to make from under the sink.

"Tell me what happened," he said sternly as he lifted her face toward the light.

"I," she stopped and hissed as Opie began to clean her wounds, "Fuck, Ope."

"It's not that bad," he said. "Tell me, Mace."

Macy paused, grimacing as Opie worked to fix her up, before finally giving Opie an exaggerated explanation. "I got jumped," she said, her eyes locked on the blood-stained gauze beside her.

"Jumped?" He said with anger. "On Main?"

"Off Main actually," she corrected him. "Two drunk assholes, I didn't get a look at them."

"What'd they take?"

"Oh," she didn't plan that far ahead. "Uhh, just my cash."

Opie's green eyes locked on hers for a second before starting to bandage the gash from her tumble down the steps. "Lucky they didn't take your phone."

"Ye-yeah," she stammered. "Is Jax okay?"

"I dunno," he said honestly. "I was gonna head over before you called, he sounded pretty upset."

Macy nodded, feeling more justified in her lie knowing that it would keep that much more stress and anger off her brother's back.

"You can go," she told him, "He needs you more than I do."

"He's got everyone else," Opie said softly. "I'm not leaving you." Squeezing in between her knees, Opie gave Macy a hug and although she was still trembling, he did feel her slowly start to relax. "See? You're still fucking shaking."

"I'm okay," she sniffled, burying her face in his neck.

"You didn't see them?" He asked quietly.

"No," her heart sank as he backed away. "They had their hoods up, I didn't see anything."

"I'll ask around tomorrow," he assured her. "Couldn't have been a local, they know better," he mused.

"Guess that means you won't find them," she said feigning disappointment.

"Jax will still try," he said, "I will too," he added quickly.

Macy smiled. "Thank you, Opie," her chin quivered as she spoke.

With a gentle hand on her face, Opie leaned in and kissed her cheek. "Any time, you know that."

"I'm gonna get changed," she said slipping off the counter. "Do you wanna uh, watch TV or something?"

Opie nodded. "Yeah. I think you need a beer, too."

"At least," she joked trying to sound calm.

When Macy headed up to her bedroom, Opie used the opportunity to call Chibs for an update on Wendy. She was stable but Jax was about to spin out. Opie told Chibs about Macy despite her wanting to keep it quiet. He was no idiot, Opie knew he'd catch a bigger problem from Jax, Gemma, and Clay than he would from Macy. He heard the shower start above him as he talked to Chibs but his call ended before her shower did.

Finally, about an hour after she went upstairs, Macy returned.

"Hi," she said timidly.

"You good?" He asked, touching her arm gently.

Her breathing was shaky but she nodded. "I'm okay."

"Come on," he said with a smile. "I'll grab the beers, put something on TV."

Macy curled up on the sofa and flicked the TV on, listening to the sound of Opie moving through the house. Her phone buzzed on the coffee table, it was a text from Dom. She didn't want to read it but her stomach churned wondering what he had to say to her.

"I can't believe you did that shit. You're a psycho bitch. You're gonna pay my goddamn ER bill."

Macy began to cry instantly as rage and terror began wreaking havoc on her mind. She was so upset that when Opie returned she didn't even attempt to hide it.

"Hey," he said eagerly. Slamming the bottles down, Opie sat beside her and took her into his arms as she sobbed wildly. "What happened?"

Unable to speak and unsure if she'd even admit the truth if she could, Macy shook her head and continued to cry. Seeing her phone over her shoulder, Opie reached over and tapped the screen to see what had upset her. He read the text and tossed her phone back down.

"Opie," she cried as he stood up angrily. "Please."

"He did this to you?" Opie hollered. "That asshole Dom?"

Hanging her head shamefully she nodded. "It's done, I won't see him again," she told her. "With Wendy and everything, I think we should just forget-"

"I don't care about Wendy, I care about you," Opie told her.

Macy nodded. "Just don't kill him. Please, don't kill him, Opie."

"I have to tell your brother," Opie said, ignoring her request.

"Come on," she whinnied. "That's the last fucking thing either of us need and you know it. Jax is gonna go apeshit."

"And if he doesn't, I will," Opie said authoritatively. "Why are you protecting this shithead?"

"He's not worth the trouble," she snapped. "He's a fucking roid rage asshole, Ope. Just forget it."

"Look what he did to you," Opie said with exasperation.

Macy shook her head. "Why are we fighting like this?"

"I don't know," he groaned. "You know how it works, Mace. I have to tell Jax."

"I thought we were cool," she whimpered. "Like, friends and shit. Can't you do this for me?"

"We are friends," he huffed and sat beside her again. "Next to Jax you're my best friend, but, Macy," he shook his head. "No one hurts you," he said devotedly. Opie felt his chest tighten as she gazed at him. "No one hurts the club or our family," he added nervously.

Macy nodded slowly. "Okay. Fine. You deal with Dom, short of killing him, but you don't tell Jax. Deal?"

"Deal?" He scoffed. "Who do you think you are?"

"Macy Morrow," she smiled sweetly. "Please Opie? Our little secret?"

"Stop trying to flirt with me," he said sadly.

"I'm not," she laughed. "Seriously though, Ope. Jax has enough on his plate and I don't need the shit that's gonna come with this. Overprotective shit for a while and then the whole nosy stalker thing again."

Opie turned away from her, feeling the all too familiar quickening of his heart, and mentally berated himself.

"Fine. Our fucking secret."