WOW! Its been a while since I last posted a story. To make up for it, I have come up with a multi chapter part to the Deadly Sins story. This one is Anger/Wrath. As usual, in this story series there are adult situations, so please don't read if that is something you don't like. This chapter is sent between Deacon's third and forth visit to rehab. Since this series was originally in response to a fanfic challenge about Rayna and Deacon being caught in the act, I continue with that theme.

Anyway, hope you enjoy it. I am going to try and focus on continuing the 'Merry Go Round of Love' story... wish me luck! :-D


Rayna paced the small motel room, her mind racing with worry. Her worried hands were in constant motion as they rung over each other. Stopping at the window, she peered past the loud orange floral curtain hoping to see something other than the seemingly endless carpark. She bit down on her lip to stop herself from crying and willed herself to keep thinking the best. Gingerly sitting down on his side of the bed, she pulled his worn t-shirt to her. The stale smell from last night's slumber clung to the worn cotton as she inhaled deeply. The smell of him creating duelling emotions within her. She was instantly calmed as his comforting scent embraced her while the anguish of his disappearance caused her stomach to clench with dread.

The sound of footfalls crunching on the loose pebbles outside their room caused her to hold her breath. A tentative knock at the door made her jump even though she knew it was coming. Her heartbeat pounded loudly in her chest, in time with the deafening hammering in her ears. She smoothed her sweating palms on her jeans and tried to take a calming breath. Her hand shook as she reached to open the door. She always knew that this day would come but after Deacon's last stint in rehab she thought he had grasped sobriety with both hands and would make it. But she knew after he had stormed out of their room that his newly acquired sobriety was soon to be a thing of the past. History had taught her that the first drink, after being sober, was always quickly followed by another, and another until he could barely stand. His demons always found a way through the alcoholic haze, taunting him until he reached for another drink in an effort to drown them out.

She couldn't hide the look of shock mixed with disappointment that ran across her face. She had hoped with every heartbeat that it would be Deacon standing on the other side of the door. The tightening tendrils of fear that had throbbed louder with every moment that she hadn't heard from Deacon, had made it so that she had been expecting to see a police officer looking at her with sympathy as she opened the door. Her imagination had never even contemplated that it would be Luke Wheeler standing there looking at her with delight. His manner quickly altered as he took in her disappointment.

"Sorry Rayna, I didn't mean to disturb you. I just wanted to see if you wanted to head over to the venue and hang out with the band. They are having a few drinks to celebrate Bobby Joe's birthday."

Rubbing her forehead to ease the worry away, she pulled on a smile to lessen Luke's concern.

"Sorry Luke, I thought you were Deacon. Ummmm I'd love to celebrate BJ's birthday, but I really need to wait here for Deacon to return."

"Well I can see the confusion then, I definitely ain't Deacon. Leave him a note, the guys would love for you to join them" Luke said with a degree of humour.

Rayna gave him a small sad smile before explaining,

"I really can't. Deacon stormed out of here about an hour ago, and I just…. well, I am just worried what he is going to do. We had a massive fight."

Rayna flicked her eyes towards Luke, hoping he wouldn't ask for more details. She really didn't want to go into detail about their fight, but at the same time felt she owed Luke an explanation for her worry. Luke wore a look of concern and confusion on his face as he asked,

"Come on now, I'm sure the fight wasn't that bad."

Shaking her head at his words, Rayna's eyes bristled with tears as she recalled Deacon slamming the door as he walked out on her. Rayna knew that Vince was in town and she had pleaded with Deacon not to go meet him at a nearby bar. Rayna had all the faith in the world that Deacon would normally be able to fight the urge to drink, but she also knew Vince. Vince had always been able to talk Deacon into anything. Whenever Vince was around, she would always be on edge wondering what level of trouble he would get Deacon into.

This has been the longest time between rehab stints that Deacon had ever achieved. The first two times, he had lasted three months. It had been eight months since he had completed rehab and Rayna had finally relaxed enough to stop worrying about him. Until Deacon had gotten a call from Vince this morning. She prayed with everything in her that Deacon had heard her and not gone and seen Vince, though based on the words he flung at her as he stormed out of their room, she had little doubt that Vince was at this moment, corrupting Deacon.

"Oh Rayna …"

Luke voice was tinged with panic as silent tears careened down Rayna's face. Pulling her into his arms, he muttered a curse at Deacon. The man could be a jerk sometimes, especially when it came to the way he treated Rayna. Luke could never understand why Rayna put up with it. He knew that Deacon was an alcoholic but in Luke's eyes that didn't excuse his behaviour. He had lost count the amount of times that Rayna had covered for Deacon's no show at concerts, and Luke had filled in for him on a number of occasions. But Rayna continued to be loyal to Deacon. Luke had thought at times, if Rayna had cast her eyes around, she would see that he was there and was eager to show her that he was the man for her. Not only was Rayna drop dead gorgeous, but she was a powerhouse in country music. Luke knew together they would own the music charts and be crowned the King and Queen of country music.

Sighing to himself, he knew his daydream was just that. Rayna would never leave Deacon.

"I'm sorry Luke', she crocked as she wiped the tears off her cheeks, "I just don't know what Deacon will do, Vince is such a bad influence… that…I trust Deacon but he can't say no to Vince…and I…he has been so strong this time… I just…damn, why did Vince have to show up now…"

Her voice shook as she blurted out all her worries to Luke. Luke's comforting manner had undone her resolved causing her to reveal her personal worries. Untangling herself from Luke's strong arms, she exclaimed

"I need to go find Deacon and bring him back."

Frowning at her, he stated

"He is sitting in the lobby. Well he was when I came up here."

"What? Luke, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"I…."

"Doesn't matter. I have to…"

She was out the door leaving Luke to guess the rest of her words. He slowly followed her rapidly disappearing form. He berated himself for that glimmer of hope that had exploded through out his body as he held her in his arms. Picking up his pace, he caught her fast closing door to the lobby. Pulling up short, he placed his hands on her shoulders to stop himself from knocking into her. His eyes trailed towards the spot that she was fixated on. Deacon was sitting on a couch flicking through a magazine, looking like he didn't have a care in the world. His head swung up at his name being called. Luke couldn't disguise his surprise that it wasn't Rayna who had uttered his name.