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"Fucking Harley!" He roared, slamming a dirty fist onto a table and denting it severely. Objects spilled off the table, paperwork and oil splattering onto the floor while a shrill squeak filled the impending silence.

The angered mechanic turned his rage on his companion, grabbing a fistful of her dirty blonde hair and pulling her closer. He crushed his lips against her, enjoying the knowledge that she was melting beneath him. He forced her head away, instead pushing it down his torso until she was on her knees.

"You know what to do," He grunted.

The blonde didn't hesitate; she ripped open his coveralls and let his length spring from its restraints. Glancing back up at him momentarily, before sucking him whole into her dirty mouth. He let his head fall back, entwining his hands in her hair and setting the motion.

He wasn't easy on her. He was never easy with whores, he handled them roughly and they knew better than to refuse. He liked it fast, the least amount of time he had with a whore, the better.

It didn't take long for the woman to get him off, she was taking him in deep and massaging his balls the way he liked. She moaned against him, sending vibrations through his length and all the way to his stomach. With a growl, he released himself inside her mouth with jerking hips.

He watched through half closed eyes as she drank up his release. She was enjoying his gaze; she played it up for him and spread her legs provocatively. With irritation and disgust, he shoved her away and zipped his coveralls up.

"Get out" He ordered, turning his back on her and clearing the previous mess from the floor.

"Mac" She whined, standing up and touching his back. "C'mon baby"

Mac turned swiftly, pushing her back and glowering towards her.

"I said get out" He repeated, dangerously low.

This time Candy, or whatever the fuck her name was listened. She cursed him loudly, screaming at him with tears spilling down her face.

"This is abuse!" She hollered repeatedly, kicking and screaming while she headed towards the door. "I won't stand for this anymore!" She shouted.

Mac rolled his eyes, ignoring her shrieks and interrupting her. "Tell that fucker Harley, he better not be at Luna Mesa" He growled. Her screams echoed out to him as she entered her car and sped away from the mechanic store.

He was left in peace to work, adjusting client's cars and lighting himself a cigarette every now and then. The silence left him time to fume, he took it out on the cars, fixing them roughly and not bothering to repair the small dents he left.

He had to make a new batch again. He should have never told anyone where his lab was, or how to get there. Now he was going to have to be contained in that cave for another several hours.

"What's up Mac?" A nasally voice asked, pulling Mac's attention from the car and to the thin man behind him.

His eyes narrowed, he watched the man raise an eyebrow. "What's it to you?" Mac snapped.

The man shifted in his spot, "Well it's just that you've been fixing an already fixed engine for the past hour" The man remarked, he regretted what he said almost immediately.

Mac stepped forward dangerously, stepping into the man's personal space.

"I'd watch my mouth if I was you Frank" Mac warned, "It would be unfortunate If a bullet was your last meal"

Frank swallowed, this time stepping away. "I-I heard Sharon saying Harley screwed up your latest batch," He mumbled.

"Sharon?"

"The blonde who was in here" Frank clarified; he glanced at Mac and relaxed when he saw him calming down.

"Harley took some bitch up to the cave, burnt my latest batch and now I gotta make some more" Mac snapped, he threw his wrench down with a slam.

"I can go up and make a new batch for ya Mac" Frank offered, a slight friendly smile stretched his lips.

"Why would ya go do that?" Mac asked, disgust evident on his face.

"My girl locked me out" Frank sighed. "Again"

A smirk almost appeared on Mac's face, his mouth twitched briefly. "Why?" He asked, turning back to the car.

"Been talking to that bartender Alison, turns out they ain't friendly" Frank shook his head and chuckled. "Women" He muttered.

Mac peered at Frank over his shoulder. He had always liked Frank, he had known him since he was a little kid and Frank had followed him around since day one. He wasn't an idiot, he wasn't scared of him, he was Mac's conscience at times and when Mac needed space, Frank did his duties. He was supposedly, Macs only friend.

"I'll take you up on that offer" Mac muttered, wiping excess oil off his hands with a rag. Frank smiled slyly.

"Sure thing Mac. Don't drink too much whiskey eh?" Frank said.

"Fuck off" Mac snapped, although as Mac made his way to his pickup truck, he couldn't hide the amused grin from Frank.

#

He was on the road to intoxication, head swimming and eyes blurring. The contents of his stomach twirled uneasily, his head bowing while he gripped the whiskey bottle with force. His mind was elsewhere; focused on releasing the batch Frank was cooking up and shipping it quickly to a distant dealer.

Another glass was placed in front of him, burning his throat while he slugged it down. He glanced down the bar, watching his father talk quietly through the telephone. There was no doubt in Mac's mind that he was on the phone to Devon, the more loved brother.

The whiskey grew bitter in his mouth, he pushed the glass away and searched the bar tavern. Seeking a whore to relieve him outside in his truck, his eyes had just found Maria, his Thursday girl when the bar door creaked open.

He almost dropped his drink as a new girl swayed through the bar, a pair of long tanned legs holding a body of a stripper. Mac wasn't subtle with his leers, he watched the woman settle in front of Walter, her pink lips ordering a glass of bourbon.

She wasn't like any other whore in this town, obviously an out of town girl. Her hair was black, falling in tangles to her appeasing chest. Her almost black eyes locked on him, the unnerving gaze causing Mac to glance at his glass.

Frowning at his reaction, he moved his intense stare back to her. However, she had her eyes set on the glass before her, twirling the liquid round with a small black straw. Boredom screamed from her body language, she slumped forward and rested her elbows on the bar, showing her extremely sculpted ass.

Mac licked his lips, downing another shot of whiskey and staggering into an upright position. He swaggered over to her, a smirk playing on his lips and smug sexual thoughts in his head. He came close to her, leaning against the bar while his chest pressed into her shoulder. She ignored him however, as if he wasn't touching her or his breath wasn't blowing strands from her face.

When he remained silent, burning holes into her head, she grew irritated.

"Can I help you with something?" She asked, her voice was laced with annoyance with a husky undertone, and Mac could tell he'd like to hear her in bed.

Mac's mouth stretched into a cocky grin, his eyes flickered over her face. "I see you've got the voice to match the body" He stated. He half expected her to either hit him, or to melt. What he didn't expect was for her to scoff and then snicker into her glass.

It was Mac's turn to be irritated, he narrowed his eyes slightly. "Whats so funny?" He asked shortly.

The mysterious woman covered her mouth, glancing up at him finally with a smirk. "That pick up line is almost as bad as 'do you come here often?'" She chortled, she shook her head and tried to ignore the way Mac was obviously glancing down her shirt.

"Well I already know you don't come here often" Mac said, earning another glance from this woman.

"Oh, and whys that?" She asked.

"Because I would of fucked ya a long time ago" He said boldly.

The woman almost spat out her drink, Mac knew she wasn't use to being spoke to in this manner. His grin only widened with the knowledge.

"You sure know how to flatter a lady" She muttered, wiping her mouth quickly. Mac eyed her mouth, leaning in closer while he licked his lips.

"And what is a lady like you, doing here of all places?" He asked, his voice lowered huskily.

The woman recoiled from him subtly, she tilted her head to the side before answering. "I'm the new Officer in town" She answered, in a small hope that the drunken red neck would back away from her. It only increased his interest, his whiskey breath flowed over her face.

"A business woman, I like that" He murmured.

"The Sheriff warned me not to come down her at ten." She said, her eyes searched the glass "I was curious as to why" She looked him up and down.

"The Sheriffs right, a broad like you shouldn't be out alone" Mac leered, grinning devilishly. "But if you're still curious, I could show something impressive" He added, not so subtly grabbing his crotch in front of her.

She grunted, clearly unimpressed. "The Sheriff obviously doesn't know harmless when he sees it" She snorted and stood up. "And as impressive as you may deem your piece of flesh, I assure you it would only bore me" she added snootily.

Mac frowned at her, watching her slip a twenty dollar bill onto the bar and stepping back off her seat.

"I think you've got that wrong" Mac slurred, glaring at the girl. Who did she think she was? Coming in here and telling him he was harmless, unimpressive, he was the alpha male! She waved him off, answering her phone and turning her back on him. She left the bar without another word, leaving Mac speechless and pissed.

Where the fuck is Maria? He thought.