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For four days she had stayed on his mind, he was pissed at both her and himself. He had kept himself busy in the day, working in his mechanic shop and receiving head from the weekday whores. He even made three new batches and sent them out to his dealer, who in turn gave him a wealthy raise of money. His life had consisted of working at the town's garage and spending his night in the canyon.
Tonight was no exception.
He hated working in the canyon, it only brought back bad memories of him and his father. It didn't help when he had morons coming into the lab and seducing girls left, right and centre. Harley had left the lab in a mess, almost as if a tornado had picked up the cave and slammed it into pieces. He was growing more and more infuriated, looking around at his usually neat lab, thinking about that Officer's tight ass and dismissal of him.
Cursing the woman's power over him, he threw down his equipment and ripped his gas mask off. He needed a drink, better yet, he needed some release.
He slammed his way out of the cave, jumped into his truck and sped down to the Luna Mesa. If there was one thing that could take his mind off Officer Jacks, it would be beating Harley's face in and drinking his way to either alcohol poisoning or unconsciousness.
Once he reached the tavern, that was already full of life, he walked briskly across the car park. He could see Harley and Frank leaning against the wall outside, cigarettes dangling from their mouths while they watched a feeble brawl start before them.
"Harley! Get your ass over here!" Mac shouted, his voice was a booming echo. He stopped the brawl immediately, the two men stopping nervously and stepping back as Mac barged through. Harley's face was contorted in fear and anxiety, he twitched under his stare and shuffled closer to Frank.
"Y-yeah?" He stuttered.
"What the fuck are you doing bringing bitches back to my cave?" He snarled, grabbing a fistful of Harley's collar and dragging him off the wall. "You left it a fucking mess, I ought to cut you for that" He added heatedly.
Harley shook his head, "N-no! I-I'm sorry Mac" He pleaded.
"You think its funny messing up my cave?" Mac snapped, he received sick pleasure from Harley's discomfort.
"No! Mac I swear!" Harley argued, "I-I won't bring anyone back. Please"
Mac narrowed his eyes at him, he reached into Harley's front pocket and pulled his wallet out. After helping himself to the cash within, he grabbed Harley's cigarette packet and lit himself one. He watched Harley's eyes shift across his face nervously.
"I know you ain't gonna bring back whores" Mac said. Harley's shoulders sagged in relief, "I'm gonna make sure you don't!" Mac added, he raised his free fist, ready to bring it down on Harley's square face.
"Calm down" A voice interrupted, breaking Mac's attention from Harley to a tall blonde man at the door. He watched the man's eyes widen at Mac's murderous look, he cleared his throat, stubbed out his cigarette, and scuttled back into Luna Mesa.
Mac dropped Harley's shirt, shoving him back into the wall while he stomped towards the door, discarding his cigarette. His group was behind him now, watching nervously as his body tensed in anger. He slammed through the tavern door, realising that the blonde man had run into an indian man. Mac frowned, where the hell were these new people coming from?
He shoved the man's back hard, slamming him into the bar and nearly toppling over.
"Easy partner!" The man said snidely, finding new confidence within the tavern.
One of Mac's men pulled him off the bar and turned him around. Mac sneered at the man's use of words.
"Do I look like your fucking partner? In fact, I don't even think I fucking know you" Mac snarled, he stepped forward and was inches from the unknown male. His intimidating presence caused an unease in the bar, making the man squirm.
"Hey Mac! Mac!" A voice snapped, breaking his attention away.
Mac turned on his heel, finding something he was expecting and wasn't expecting at the same time. He frowned in confusion, glaring towards his younger brother who looked nothing like him.
"I guess its been a while" His brother said lightly, shifting uncomfortably under Mac's piercing gaze. Mac tilted his head to the side, seemingly unimpressed by his presence. "That's my cousin Tom" His brother confirmed.
Mac cocked his head to the side, "Oh look, Devon Ashton and his cousin Tommy" He mocked, a fake smirk finding its way to his lips. "Never thought I'd see you again" His voice wasn't the slightest bit polite, the words rolled off his tongue bitterly.
"This is Mac, he owns the dog" Devon said, directing his voice back to a group of friends.
"Oh the animal lover" A voice added snidely.
"Meeting like this calls for an order of celebration, let's have some whiskey!" Mac hollered. He reached over the side of the bar and snatched up one of Walter's many bottles.
"I'm fine with beer" Devon challenged.
"You can have whiskey!" Mac snapped, filling two shot glasses and handing one over to Devon.
Devon Ashton, what a joke. Mac's blood boiled at the slightest mention of his name, he had never liked the kid. He especially didn't like him after the death of his close friend in the lab that night. Mac's eyes shifted past him, finding Reggie, a black haired broad and his two pals pressed against the wall. He raised his eyebrows, his little brother even had the nerve to bring his moronic sister. His sick, twisted, little brother.
Mac brought the shot glasses back to the bar, he looked up at Walter and earned a glare. He ignored it smugly, instead passing over his father's face and finding one he had been thinking about for the past few days.
She was staring right back at him, her eyebrow raised while she lounged back in her booth. He glared towards her, finding her in a tight black dress that stopped on her lower thighs. She was looking good, her appeasing cleavage stuck out while she bent down smugly. His eyes widened, the fucking bitch was teasing him.
She sat back up, a smirk twitching in the corner of her mouth while her eyes challenged him defiantly. His hands balled into fists when he realised she wasn't alone, she had company opposite her. That damn Jim Barn was beaming at her with a love-sick puppy look and his was hanging off every sarcastic quip she spoke and breathed. He glowered at them; two could play at this game.
He turned, finding the black haired broad looking at Devon nervously.
"How'd Devon find a nice girl like you?" He asked, leering briefly at how large her breasts were.
"Fraternity boy, sorority girl " She clarified, smiling slightly.
"College huh? Seems like a big waste of time to me" Mac answered brazenly. "You're brave, coming out here with Regina after what happened"
Instantly Reggie rushed to the bathroom, he could see a flash of anger in Devon's eyes. It made his heart swell in sick pleasure, there was nothing like teasing his younger estranged brother.
"I wouldn't be brave like that, I'd be scared" Mac said, his voice holding the secrets of what most people didn't know. Devon and Walter squirmed at the use of words. Mac smirked, his eyes briefly glancing at the bathroom door.
"I heard after your parent's accident, someone took your little sister for a ride" He said, snickering briefly. "Busted her wide open...seem nasty Devon?" He mocked smugly.
Devon glared at him, he lashed out immediately and tried to punch him. Mac was too quick, he grabbed Devon's wrist and swung him around, forcing his face down onto the bar top with his arm restricted as well. Members of the tavern shuffled about uneasily, unable to tame Mac.
"That's fucking sick" Mac teased.
"Mac!" Walter intervened, seeing his youngest son's anguish. "I wouldn't do that if I was you" He warned, holding a bat in Mac's view.
Mac sneered at the pair of them, dropping his brother and stepping back with raised hands. His eyes pierced Walter's and tension grew between the three.
"Just a precaution" Walter added.
There was silence as Devon rose from the bar, rubbing at his cheek sorely while Walter looked on helplessly. The silence was soon filled with the soulful sounds of folk music, lowering the tension in the room slightly.
"C'mon, lets dance" The black haired broad said, she grabbed Mac's hand and led him towards a clearing of tables.
Mac obligingly followed, his eyes fell on Audrey, she was staring at Jim absently, twirling a strand of black hair around her finger. He was rambling, doubling over with laughter when he cracked a silly joke. Mac could see Audrey was growing irritated, her lips twitched at his joke and she let out a sound of a fake chuckle. Jim lent forward intently, whispering something that made Audrey sink further into her chair.
She shifted her gaze off Jim, blankly staring at Mac and the unknown broad holding his hand. Amusement flashed in her face, she crossed her arms and proceeded to watch while Mac grabbed at her ass and swayed to the blues beat. Mac gave her a challenging look, daring her to compete with him. He pressed his hips against the woman, a smug smirk stretching his lips while his eyes remained on Audrey.
Just as planned, she took the bait. Truthfully, Mac didn't want a challenge, he definitely didn't feel the need to prove her wrong. He just wanted to watch her work that body like it was suppose to. He watched her take Jim's offered hand and lead him towards the dance area. There were already other drunken folk and whores dancing erratically to the beat.
Once she reached Mac, she shuffled away from him, taking Jim with her. Jim was pressed into her back, seemingly surprised as Audrey melted into a series of erotic dances that ceased many men's movements. She was slyly faced towards Mac, intentionally or unintentionally, Mac was uncertain. He barely registered the woman he was dancing with turn around and thrust her hips back into him.
He rested his hands on her thighs, guiding her along while his eyes remained trained on Audrey. He watched as she brought one hand up and placed it on the back of Jim's neck, allowing herself some balance while her ass brushed suggestively against his crotch. Jim gasped, his cheeks reddening while he glanced around the tavern self-consciously. Mac scoffed at that, he definitely wasn't man enough for her.
Men were leering at her, whores were sneering and Mac was ready to go bury himself in her. Just as his unknown broad was pressing herself against his crotch, creating a pleasure that was helping his view, she was ripped away and he groaned in impatience.
His eyes were torn from Audrey, settling on Devon who looked angrier than ever. He watched his little brother guide the woman away, earning dirty glances from both Walter and Devon. He flipped them off and turned his attention back to Audrey.
She had stopped her movements, her eyebrows were furrowed while Jim talked quietly in her ear. She frowned even further as Jim rushed off in the bathroom's direction, moving with the humiliation of a school boy. Audrey scoffed to herself, pushed through several people and stopped at the bar.
Mac followed after her, stopping behind her as she just ordered a shot of whiskey.
He slid up beside her, making sure that his hardened member grazed over her thigh as he passed. She didn't bother to look at him, instead downed her drink as soon as it arrived. Only then did she give him a sideways glance and purse her lips.
"Wheres your little boyfriend run off to?" He sneered. He reached over the bar and grabbed the whiskey bottle, he poured her another shot and she took it graciously.
"Bathroom" She answered shortly, gesturing for him to pour her another.
"Why the fuck would he stop you?" Mac asked, "I wouldn't mind your tight little ass pressing against me some time"
Audrey ignored the last comment, "He said it was 'inappropriate', he said that sort of stuff is just for the bedroom" She said snidely, making sure to add air quotes. Mac barked out a chuckle, he lent against the counter top and pressed himself further into her.
"I'd let you do that to me everyday, seems a nice place to bury myself in" He said boldly.
Audrey spluttered, "Charming" She sniggered.
"Why are you hanging out with him for? He's barely a man, he don't know a good pussy when he sees one" Mac smirked at her.
Audrey raised her eyebrow, she lent in close so her face was inches from his. "Because he seems to be the only man who could put it down in the bedroom" She whispered, her hot breath brushed across his face.
Mac's mouth opened to protest, only for Jim to scurry towards them with heated cheeks.
"I should get you home now Audrey" He said shyly, he avoided looking at Mac's frown.
"Sure" Audrey agreed, she pushed off the bar and followed after Jim.
Mac jumped in surprise when he felt her hand graze his crotch, he thought he was mistaken that he was intentional until she looked back at him with a smirk. Mac growled as she disappeared through the door.
Fucking tease.
"Frank!" He barked angrily.
"Yeah Mac?" Frank asked hesitantly.
"I wanna know every-fucking-thing about that girl!" He snapped.
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The next day, he was working hard underneath a car. His hands were greased in oil and his eyebrows furrowed with concentration, he could hear Frank typing away at his computer, researching information on the mysterious cop.
So far, they had come up with nothing and he had been getting incredibly frustrated.
His ears perked with interest when he heard a familiar voice.
"Hey Frank" The voice greeted. Mac slid out from beneath the car, squinting towards Frank at his desk and finding Nina Harrison smiling down at his friend. She was in running attire, tight pants and a tank top to match, Mac had explored that once.
"Hey Nina, hows your car going?" Frank asked kindly, giving her a warm smile and glancing back at her volkswagen.
Nina shrugged, "Alright, I was wondering if you could just give it an oil change" She said.
Frank nodded, took her keys and watched as she walked slowly outside. Mac stood up from his cart and stepped forward, watching as Nina made gestures towards someone across the road. He walked forward even further, he found Nina conversing silently with the same girl he wanted information on.
He licked his lips. She was also in running attire, tight black running pants, a low cut sports bra and her hair drawn back from her face. Even from the town's garage, Mac could see sweat glistening off her chest and stomach, glossing her from head to toe. A small primal growl tickled his throat and he turned his attention away from her. He was going to get this car finished quick, he wanted to see that ass.
Frank kept researching as Mac changed the oil, he worked hard and got it finished in time. Frank didn't get much information on Nina, just an article on her good team work and an old address. She had definitely flown under the radar, but one other article had jumped up after searching a couple more minutes.
Atlanta Police Department botch up drug raid; lose notorious dealer in chaos.
Mac's eyebrows flew up, he knew who that was about. He shrugged it off and turned around, finding both Nina and Audrey waiting with coffee in their hands. Mac's eyes traveled her length, finding nothing to complain about on her. She ignored him however, turning her attention on the fixed vehicle.
Mac wiped off his hands, intently watching Audrey as Frank and Nina exchanged money and long-winded conversations. He followed Audrey as she stepped away, taking herself outside with a small pack of cigarettes clasped in her hand. She knew he was following, so she added an extra sway to her hips.
He gritted his teeth, stopping behind her once she lit her cigarette.
"You don't seem the fitness type" Mac leered, he moved around her slowly.
"I'm a cop aren't I?" She muttered.
"A cop that smokes, I bet you smoke after sex too" Mac added.
"I prefer smoking after working out" Audrey countered.
"I know another good workout" Mac offered, raising Audrey's eyebrows. Was he really going to give her workout advice?
"Oh?"
"Me bending you over that patrol car of yours and having you scream my name" He said boldly, grinning smugly towards her. Audrey rolled her eyes, this was Mac, of course he wasn't going to give workout advice.
"I prefer yoga and pilates" Audrey said, unfazed by his crude comment.
Mac sneered, "Why the fuck would you do a pansy exercise like that?" He asked rudely.
Audrey smirked, she stubbed out her cigarette and turned towards Mac. "Because it makes me more limber than a olympic gymnast" She purred.
Mac stared in shock while she answered Nina's calls for her to get in the car. She slid in, not even looking back at Mac and allowing Nina to drive out. His jaw slackened and he race back into the garage, they definitely needed more research on yoga and pilates.
Oh by the way, Mac doesn't have meth teeth. I forgot to answer that review, sorry :)
And I'm sorry for the long wait, I had a really busy week.