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It was lucky that Robbie and Marshall had been quick enough to jump into the bed of the truck before Mac slammed his foot on the accelerator and started to drive manically towards home. When they got there he'd almost been out of the door and running for the house before the thing had come to a full stop.

"Lucy!...LUCY!" he screamed as he approached the front door, which worryingly sat wide open.

"Mac...?" her voice was weak but to him it felt like she was stood next to him, screaming into his ear. He skidded to a halt suddenly and changed direction but ran just as quickly when he saw her coming towards him. She'd been sat in her car with the doors locked, not knowing what to do or who to call when she'd seen Mac's truck pull up. He was already trying to look her up and down for any sign of marks or bruises even as she ran to him. As they reached each other Mac grabbed her quickly by the shoulders.

"You alright! What did he do! Did touch you! What happened!" All the words seem to tumble out of his mouth at once.

"No...no...I'm fine...he didn't'..." she stuttered, clearly feeling completely the opposite.

"Where is he?" he asked, unconsciously letting his hand come to the side of her neck and letting his thumb run down the centre of her throat.

"Still in the house." she said quietly. He nodded tightly before turning back towards the house and gently pulling her along with him.

Mac ordered Robbie and Marshall to stay outside as they walked through the front door. When all was quiet in the front room Mac looked down at her.

"In the kitchen." she said before he could ask.

"Wait here." he said as he looked up and moved away from her.

Mac walked around the kitchen table, as slowly the vision of Mike's limp body came in to view. He couldn't see too much damage, but he did notice he had a fresh new welt right above the e one he'd given him a week or so back. Then he noticed Lucy's lap top, or what was left of it, scattered around not far from where he lay. Quickly guessing that was the weapon in question "Did I break it?" her voice suddenly said from the doorway.

"I think you did." he said still looking at the scene before him.

"Is he dead?" Mac had to smile lightly to himself at the order in which she'd put the questions to him. Mac crouched down and put his fingers to the pulse on Mike's neck.

"Nah. He's just out." With that he stood up and walked over to the sink. He took a cup from it and filled it with cold water before heading back to Mike. Slowly he tipped the cup, letting the cold water drizzle over the unconscious mans face.

"Wakey wakey ass hole." he taunted as slowly as Mike began to splutter awake. "Go wait with the boys." he said looking up at Lucy."

"No. I'm not hiding from him." Mac sighed and shook his head at her stubbornness but didn't argue. He bent and grabbed Mike under his arms, dragging him from the kitchen and into the living room. Mike whined and moaned his displeasure at the pain as Mac pulled him up by the back of his shirt and slammed him down onto the couch while Lucy came up and stood just behind him. He leaned forward and began to slap him sharply around the face. "I said wake the fuck up!" finally Mike opened his eyes and took in the site in front him. Then groaned and shut them again.

"Uh uh! Concentrate now Mikey. Told ya before I ain't the kind of man that likes to repeat himself, and what is this now? The 3rd time me and you have had this little talk. Gotta make sure you get it this time."

"What are you gonna do?" Lucy whispered next to him.

"Just gonna make sure he learns. You got a problem with me you come after me. You don't go after my girl." Even in the middle of all this, Lucy's stomach went over at the words. Mac reached into that pocket again and brought out his knife, as she walked around to the back of the couch. He wrapped one arm around Mike's neck and pulled his head upwards, placing the tip of the blade just under Mike's left eye. "So baby, what do ya say? Think My initials would look pretty good right here don't ya think?" Lucy felt the colour drain slowly from the top of her head to her feet. The hate for Mike seeped through every pour of her body right now but even so she wasn't sure she could find this part of herself. But then that smirk started to pull at the side of his mouth. And she knew she could play this game.

"You know what. I think you're right. It'd look pretty just right there."

"Yeah then every time he looked in the mirror we'll know he'll never be able to forget. I'm gonna be right there lookin back at him."

"Lucy...Lucy what the fuck! Tell him to stop!" Mike panicked, trying to keep one eye on the knife and one on her.

"What's the matter Michael. You scared?"

"C'mon Lucy please. You know I didn't mean that I'm sorry...ugh!" he grunted as Mac tightened the hold on his neck just that little bit harder.

"Oh really? Looked like you meant it right up until the point I got loose and knocked you out!"

"Okay! I went about it the wrong way..." He winced while Lucy almost snorted at his statement. "I told you I l..."

"Do it baby!" she said cutting him off and lifting her eyes back to Mac.

"You got it." He hadn't even pressed hard enough for the the knife to even make an indent in his skin before Mike started to scream. And he kept screaming long after Mac had pulled the knife away and stepped back. Niether he nor Lucy said a word. Just stood there waiting for the whaling to die down. When it did and Mike had the guts to open his eyes, he saw Lucy staring down at him, the faintest trace of a smile on her lips. He looked sharply over his shoulder at Mac who was leaning against the wall tapping the tip of the knife against his chin. Then he spun back around to look at Lucy.

"What..."

"Go back to your place Mike. Pack your shit and and go home. Today. I don't wanna see you again. Ever."

"Lucy..."

"No." Mike didn't fight any more after that. He pushed himself up, unsteadily off the couch and shuffled towards the door.

"Get that looked at." she said gesturing towards his head wound. Even she couldn't believe she was saying it after everything that had happened. Mike turned and nodded slightly before continuing to the door. He didn't look back again.

Mac stood in the kitchen doorway as she drank down her shot he poured for her. There was nothing Mac would have liked to have done more than to cut that fuck up like dog meat but he knew she wasn't that person. No matter how angry and hurt she was. And he didn't wanna turn her into that person either.

"Mels' gonna be here soon."

Thanks. I know I said I wouldn't leave but just after everything...I just need..."

"S'ok, I get it."

Lucy swallowed what now felt like a boulder the size of a planet in her throat. She knew not having around for a little while hurt like nothing else but she just needed time for the air to clear. I her brain more than anything else. She wasn't perfect and she wasn't claiming to be. She wanted to be with more than anything. But she wanted her Mac, not drug dealer Mac. She didn't know him but she knew she already didn't like him.

Mel picked her up about 20 minutes later. Lucy had kissed him on the cheek before getting into her car and he'd dropped down on the front steps as the car pulled out of the road. Robbie walked up to Mac and sat down next to him handing him a beer while Marshall carried the rest of the box into the house to put into the fridge. Niether one was gonna mention it, but they weren't gonna leave their friend tonight.