Sorry for these last few chapters being so short. I'm kind of having to write when I can at the moment. Life is a bit chaotic. Hope to get back to normal soon. In the meantime, please review and enjoy!

"That little fuck!" Mac screamed inside his head as he watched the video on the phone that Lucy had just unceremoniously shoved into his chest.

"So! What is that!"

"It's nothing. Nothing for you to worry about." Yeah he knew that was the wrong thing to say before he even finished the sentence.

"Don't fucking patronize me." she spat incredulously "Or is that the point, you and your friends and their little tramp girlfriends sit around laughing behind my back?" With that Mac's head snapped up. "Why'd ya even fucking say that shit! Ya know I wanna fucking kill anybody who even looks at you in a way I don't like!"

"So why are you lieing to me!" She yelled, throwing her arms up in desperation.

"I ain't lied!"

"No it's just that night we lay in bed and told each other everything, you left out the part about you being a drug dealer." If anyone else had said that to him it would have run straight off of him, he wouldn't have given them another thought. But as soon as it left her mouth, the words cut right through him.

"This ain't got nothing' to do with you and me!"

"Oh my God!" Lucy slipped her fingers into her hair and gripped at it tightly "Can you actually hear yourself right now! You know what I can't even be here I need to think, I'm going..." She didn't ever see him move before he was in front on her, grabbing at her wrists and pushed her roughly up against the nearest wall. "No!"

"Mac stop it! Your hurting me! Mac!"

"You ain't leavin'!"

"What!"

"You can be mad at me all you want! Fuckin' scream, yell! Beat the shit outta me if ya need to! But you aint' leavin' me! And ya gonna promise me right now!"

"Mac..."

"Promise me!" Lucy looked up at him for a minute, his blue eyes looking more like ice than she'd ever seen them.

"Fine." she said softly, suddenly feeling all the fight fall out of her. Mac leaned forward, in an attepmt to press his forehead to hers, but she moved before he could connect with her, slipping out of his grasp, she disappeared into the bedroom without another word.

Inside, Lucy shut the door shut and threw herself, onto the bed. She buried her head into her pillow and wrapped her arms around her middle. She must have been coming down with something, on top of all this. That had to be the reason for the sharp ache now ripping through her stomach? A few seconds later she heard the front door open and slam shut. And that was when she finally let the tears start to fall.

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Mac slammed the truck into park and climbed out. He took a more than generous drink out of the bottle of Bourbon he was holding before marching up to Robbie door, which he then unceremoniously kicked open, knowing there was a very slim chance it would locked anyway. He made his way through the kitchen to the living room where he gave the same kind of treatment to that door too. The situation he was met with did little to improve his mood. Robbie was sprawled on the couch while some random girl knelt on the floor next to him sucking him off. Mac felt his bile rise even higher into his throat. It just reminded him how much he shouldn't be here right now. He should be at home with his Lucy doing just this! Except his Lucy wasn't a whore that'd do anything for attention from guys. Not his beautiful Lucy. Understandably distracted for a few seconds, Robbie finally looked up to see Mac looming ominously in the doorway. Robbie shot up from his position quick enough to knock the girls teeth down her throat.

"Mac what the fuck man!" he said as he scrabbled around try to put himself back together.

"We got shit to do. You, get the get the fuck out!" Mac said pointing to the girl. "What! All that dick you been sucking effecting your hearing now! I said get the fuck out!" he screamed when she didn't move fast enough for his liking. The girl said nothing, just got up and scurried past him like a frightened rabbit.

Mac walked into the kitchen and dropped his whiskey bottle onto the table.

"So what's up?" Robbie said drinking down a beer from his fridge almost in one. His nerves still shot from the sudden interruption.

"Seems Marshall's fist weren't enough to make that fuck understand." Mac said as he stared into the half empty bottle in front of him.

"Who...Mike! What that little prick do now?"

"She knows. Bout' the cave?"

"Oh shut the fuck up! He told her about that? An' how the fuck did he find out?"

"Must have been there in the parking lot the other night. Ass hole filmed me and Riley with his cell phone." Robbie shook his head as he took a seat opposite him.

"How'd she take it?"

"Fuck you think? Had to stop her from walking straight out the door."

"So what do we do?" Robbie asked as he sat down opposite his friend. "You know ya' can't kill him right. She ain't dumb like the rest of the bitches in this town. She'll figure it out and if she's pissed about the meth she ain't gonna take kindly to his body showing up in the lake. Plus from what I hear his daddy's some big shot lawyer back home. Golden boy goes missing he's gonna have every cop in the country crawlin' around the place." Mac gripped tighter onto the bottle, trying to resist the urge to send the bottle flying across the kitchen in frustration. Right now, killing him was the only and most satisfying solution. Maybe he and Lucy could fuck in front of his first though, just before he cut him up. "I know!" he snapped, taking another drink.

Mac knew exactly what he had to do, there was no to other way out now. He knew Robbie was right, now slow torture and death was (sadly) no longer an option and having her walk out on him definitely wan't, he had no other choice. But he'd be fucked if wasn't gonna have a little fun with that little shit first.