"Phil, are you ready to go?" Mackenzie said walking out into the living room. He looked up and nodded. She smiled and grabbed the car keys from the kitchen counter. Phil followed her out of the house and headed to his bike.
"Hey, would you mind just riding with me? It'd be less obvious if anyone really was watching anyways." Mackenzie called out to Phil. He looked around and shrugged.
"Yeah, okay. I'm just not used to riding in cages." Phil said as he got into Mackenzie's car. She laughed and cranked the car.
"I'm not used to the car myself, so I get it." She said with a smile. Jax had gotten her the black Challenger a couple weeks after she came home to replace her totaled, old clunker. Mackenzie felt like he got it just to spoil her, but either way she was thankful to have something besides his truck to drive.
"So, we're just going to the hardware store for some paint and stuff. If Jax asks then just say we're going shopping." Mackenzie said with a grin. Phil sighed but nodded without a word.
Mackenzie got out at the hardware store, followed closely by Phil. She tried to make small talk with him as they walked back to the paint aisle, but he stayed pretty quiet as he kept a watchful eye out. She gave up and stood in front of the paint chips for a couple minutes. Finally making a decision and getting a gallon mixed, they headed to the brushes and rollers. She was reaching down for a paint tray when she started to feel light headed. Bracing herself against the shelf, Mackenzie closed her eyes and took some deep breaths.
"You okay, Mackenzie?" Phil asked with wide eyes as he sat the paint can down and supported her with his large hands. Mackenzie nodded and tried to laugh it off.
"I'm fine, Phil. Just a little light headed. Do you mind getting this stuff? I'm going to go out to the car and sit down." Phil seemed hesitant to take the cash and let her go, but he knew Jax would have his balls in a jar if he was forcing Mackenzie to feel bad. He finally took it and headed up to the checkout as Mackenzie went back out to the car.
Mackenzie sat with her head between her knees and the car door open. She was a little more level headed, but felt horribly sick to her stomach. She heard footsteps coming up to the car and looked up, expecting to see Phil. Instead, she saw a bald-headed man walking up to her. As he got closer, she noticed a swastika tattooed on his upper arm. She tensed and, as casually as possible, reached to her back and had her gun under her fingertips.
"Morning. Nice car you got there. Haven't seen one in flat black like that, especially not here in Charming." He walked closer, seemingly getting a closer look at the car. Mackenzie didn't relax but stood her ground.
"Yeah, my boyfriend picked it out." She said casually. The man looked at her and smiled. She knew he was trying to intimidate her. Normally she wouldn't be, but she didn't feel one hundred percent at the moment.
"Jax Teller, right? Where is Jax?" The man said taking another step towards her, leaving the façade of looking at the car in the past. Mackenzie narrowed her eyes.
"Don't think that's any of your business. You are?" She hissed at him. He smiled again.
"Darby. We had a bit of a disagreement about my business. Wanted to make sure he has his priorities in order. Business and family." Darby stepped forward and reached for Mackenzie's arm. She acted quickly.
Mackenzie grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back as she drew her gun with her other hand. She pressed the metal barrel into the back of his neck.
"I came here to get some fucking paint, not be harassed by some hick. Maybe you should check your priorities. Do you want this bullet to paralyze you from the neck down or do you want to walk away and never fucking come near me or Jax again?" Mackenzie whispered into his ear as he groaned in pain.
"I'm sorry I didn't quite understand that." She said as she pulled his arm back further and pulled the Beretta's hammer back.
"I said let go of me, you stupid bitch. I get the point. You won't see me again." Darby growled. Mackenzie's normally level temper flared at his insult. She jerked the gun away from his neck and out to the side of his head and pulled the trigger. Darby yelped in pain and scrambled away after Mackenzie let loose of his arm.
"Shit." Phil said from behind Mackenzie. She jumped a little and turned to see him standing there with his gun aimed at the spot Darby had been kneeled in. Mackenzie was about to say something when she bowed over and vomited onto the asphalt. She breathed in and out rapidly as she started to feel a little better.
"You mind driving?" Mackenzie asked Phil as she stood up and took the napkin he was offering her. He took the keys from her and helped her over to the passenger side of the car. She let the seat back and covered her eyes with her hand as she heard the trunk open and close before Phil got in the drivers seat.
She knew he was watching her more the road by the way the car would swerve a little and then get pulled back. As sweet as it was that Phil was concerned, the swerving wasn't making Mackenzie's stomach feel any better.
After what seemed like forever, Phil carefully pulled the car into Jax and Mackenzie's driveway and put it in park. Mackenzie rushed out of the car and into the house before throwing up again. Luckily she'd made it to the bathroom. Phil followed her with bags in hand. He was just about to ask if she was okay when she closed the bathroom door with a slam.
Fifteen minutes later, Mackenzie emerged from the bathroom and sat down next to Phil on the couch. She looked over at him sheepishly.
"Sorry, I think I had some food poisoning. Thanks for checking on me." Mackenzie said, playfully punching Phil in the arm. He looked over at her and cracked a smile.
"No problem, you're Jax's old lady. You're pretty cool to." He said with a yawn. Mackenzie was feeling a little better, so she left Phil on the couch and headed back to the bathroom with the paint can, tray and brushes. Soon, she heard Phil start to snore on the couch as she was painting.
A couple hours later, Mackenzie stepped back and looked at her handy work. The bathroom was an awesome, metallic silver that looked modern with the black finishes that had already been there. She was just cleaning up when she heard voices coming from the living room. She took out her earphones and noticed the voices were actually yelling.
She tossed the garbage bag down and hurried into the living room to find Jax and Opie standing there and Phil sitting on the couch looking nervous.
"Why in the fuck did Unser meet me at the shop and tell me that he had to take a complaint about gun fire at the hardware store where apparently Mackenzie shot at Darby? You don't think that should have been something you called me about?" Jax shouted as he glared at Phil.
Mackenzie narrowed her eyes and stepped into Jax's view. His expression softened a little as he looked at her, but he was still pissed.
"I told him not to call you." Mackenzie lied. "I didn't shoot at that skinhead or he would have been shot. I was making a point. I had it under control." Mackenzie said as she looked between Jax and Phil. Opie shook his head and looked at Phil.
"Why weren't you with her?" Jax asked with exhaustion in his voice. Phil looked over at Mackenzie, trying to decide whether he should tell Jax about her getting sick or not. He swallowed hard.
"I was paying. Mackenzie wasn't feeling well so she went out to the car while I paid." Phil said, shooting Mackenzie an apologetic look. Mackenzie gave him a small smile, silently forgiving him.
Jax turned from Phil and looked at Mackenzie with concern as Opie took a seat by Phil on the couch.
"You okay, Mack?" Jax asked, taking her hand and kissing her cheek. She nodded and smiled.
"I'm fine. I think I just had some food poisoning or something. Look, I told Phil to pay, okay? Darby didn't really stand a chance against me. He's too stupid to really surprise anyone." Mackenzie said as she wrapped her arms around Jax. He sighed and shook his head, but didn't say anything else about the incident. Mackenzie closed her eyes against his chest, feeling that unease in her stomach creeping back up.
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