Mac grabbed a hold of her upper arm, digging his fingers into her soft flesh and the hard muscle underneath.
"Ya aint goin' in there, les go back ta yer place." he grumbled in answer to her rhetorical question, attempting to drag her back towards the Denali.
"Get the fuck off me." she hissed at him, yanking her arm from his grasp.
She'd have a nice Mac-mitt shaped bruise encircling it within the hour.
"I'm going to do whatever I please and if that means sitting in there getting drunk with your brother while you stare at me like a psycho from across the room. Then so be it!" she told him icily, turning away and trotting towards the front door the best she could in the gravel. 'I need to get on Walter about paving this shit.'
When Mac caught up to her and tried grabbing for her again she spun around on him, dangerously sharp fingernail pointed inches from his nose.
"I said I was feeling emotions again but I didn't specify which ones. Right about now I'm plenty pissed off but remorse and empathy haven't quite reacquainted themselves with me yet." she lied through her teeth.
When it came to Mac she had more empathy and remorse than she could handle. "So I suggest you get it through your thick head and keep you hands away from me or I will hurt you."
She continued her trek and made it a foot shy of the Mesa's porch when a calloused hand jerked her backwards by the wrist.
"Fuck off Mac!"
Devon's head swung towards the direction of the parking lot when he heard the now familiar tenor of Krystal's voice.
'Fucker'll never learn.' he thought to himself as the sound of a slap rang out over the jukebox.
"Dad, better get some whisky ready. They're here." he called out to Walter at the end of the bar.
His announcement got the attention of the blond in the corner occupying one of the two pool tables with his buddies. They weren't the type of locals to frequent this place. Clean cut, expensive clothes, good manners for the most part. They just felt like slumming it for the night instead of driving to a higher class bar a few towns over.
Devon anticipated the show that was about to go down as he heard Krystal's heels thunderously pounding against the porch from her walking so quickly with anger. She came through the door a whirlwind wrapped in a tight white dress. Her forceful steps made her breasts bounce with a vengeance as she made her way over to the stool next to his. Where a glass of Jack on the rocks had already been placed for her by Walter.
"I take it your lesson went in one ear and right out the other?" Devon asked with an amused smile.
Her only reply was to gulp down the amber liquid and slam her glass back down before reaching over the bar to grab the bottle.
"That bad huh?" he asked with a snicker. Mac came trudging in a moment later, quite a sight with all his bandages and scrapes. As well as a fresh pink handprint on his cheek. 'Note to self. Never ever piss her off.'
Mac slithered up behind her, pressing himself against her back. Caging her in with his arms on either side of her against the bar. He used his right hand to sweep her hair off the shoulder nearest to his brother before leaning in close to her ear.
"Jus remember who's dick ya came all over taday." he rasped loud enough for Devon to hear before pushing off the bar and sauntering over to where his usual group of fellow ruffians resided at the second pool table.
Her knuckles were strained white over the glass that was on the verge of shattering in her iron grasp. Devon was staring at her in wide eyed shock, not daring to ask but dying to.
After she knocked back several more hearty glasses he chanced it. "So. You and Mac huh?"
Kristy turned her head towards Devon slowly with an evil glare arranged on her features. He jumped a little, genuinely scared. She looked downright creepy, like Mac's bloodlust twin.
"Never mind we don't have to talk about it." he quickly offered, trying to discreetly scoot his seat further away from her.
Once he looked sufficiently cowed she resumed her binge drinking. Trying to block out Mac's loud boasting and rude comments about how he bagged the ice queen. His bullshit story was so far from the truth she itched to stomp over there and tell her much more entertaining version. 'I'm sure his buddies would much more enjoy hearing about me making him my bitch.'
"I know he was tied down. I bet he begged." Devon offered tentatively, trying to make her feel better.
She turned to him with a small half smile, thankful he acknowledged the truth even if he was the only one who knew it.
"Oh you have no idea." she muttered with a smirk.
Kristy felt a tap on her shoulder, immediately tensing.
"Didn't you get the point when I told you to fuck off the first five times." she growled, not bothering to look over her shoulder.
"Well I apologize, I was only coming over to see if you'd give me the honor of this dance." came a lighthearted reply from behind her.
She swiveled her seat around, coming face to face with Mr. Balloon Animal.
She noted his crisp baby blue button down, the tiny Lacost alligator peeking back at her. 'Hello corvette.' He smelled like expensive cologne and the sleeves of his shirt were rolled back to reveal a Cartier rolex.
"Twice in one day? It must be fate." he told her, flashing one of his sickeningly charming smiles, offering his hand to her.
"Or a painfully small town." she replied, accepting it on the grounds of royally pissing Mac off who was now seething silently in the corner.
Adam lead her over to the small dance space in front of the jukebox. Leaving her momentarily to slip a few quarters in and select a song. During which time she flipped Mac the bird and made a show of shoving her breasts up, making sure they were nicely on display.
Lynyrd Skynyrd's 'I need you' came from the speakers as Adam turned back to her.
"Sorry, they don't have many adequate choices in slow songs." he apologized, weaving one arm around her back and using the other to clasp her hand in a traditional pose.
"Don't lie, you chose it because it's seven minutes long." she replied with a coy smile, easily falling in line with his small three step. He grinned down at her, guilty as charged.
They slowly twirled around the small space, perfectly fluid and in sync with each other. "So tell me. What is a grocery clerk doing driving around a corvette that's not even available to the public yet?" she asked, looking up into his emerald eyes.
"How presumptuous of you." he teased, mimicking her earlier words. "Maybe I came here in a dusty pickup" he continued, releasing his hold on her back to twirl her.
When she came back she released her hand from his, slipping her arms around his neck. Allowing him to rest his hands on her lower back, their steps becoming a simple back and fourth shuffle.
"Honestly my family is filthy rich. But I believe in working for what you get. Hence the summer job while I'm home." When she raised a questioning brow at the cherry red contradiction sitting outside he added "The car was a welcome home gift from my dad, I'm not keeping it but I couldn't just leave it there in the driveway looking all sad and lonely.". He grinned playfully before admitting "I drive a 77 ford pinto.".
Kristy couldn't help but cackle loudly at his pathetic excuse for a car. "That's horrible!" she laughed, glancing over his shoulder to see Mac glaring at her.
She moved closer to him, pressing her body against his, lying her head on his shoulder.
"I know but It's mine and I love it." he replied, laughing with her before launching into the story of how he'd gotten the monstrosity.
She tried to listen, she really did. But the southern twang in the lyrics and the whining guitar kept her mind and eyes swirling back to coveralls and burning sapphire glares. Shifting her head she stared right back at Mac, keeping her traitorous eyes trained on him. Idiotically wishing it was him swaying her in his arms to the slow southern rock song.
"I'm tryna tell you I love you
In each and every way
Im tryna tell you I need you
Much more than just a piece of leg"
She sang along silently, mouthing the words at him against another guy's neck. Mac's grip tightened on his pool stick at her taunting him. Getting even more furious when the preppy prick turned them and he could no longer watch her watch him over Adam's shoulder. Instead getting a view of the blond bastard slipping his hands lower, onto her ass. Burying his face in her hair to take in her scent.
Mac's self control snapped when the song ended and they pulled slightly apart. Him leaning in for a kiss and her about to give it up. Give up his lips to another man. He slammed the stick down on the table.
"Git yer fuckin' hands off 'er pretty boy." he yelled out as he stalked his way over to them.
They pulled back from the almost kiss and her hands slid off Adam's shoulders but he didn't relinquish his hold on her.
"It looks as though she's quite content with where my hands are." Adam replied calmly, sizing Mac up as he approached.
"Aint er call ta make." Mac growled, taking hold of Kristy's arm in much the same fashion as earlier, yanking her away from Adam's embrace.
"Mac cut the shit you don't own me." She hissed from her forced place by his side, trying to pry his fingers off her.
"Did he do this to you?" Adam asked her, motioning with a sweep of his hand to the state of her skin.
"Why don't ya run along back ta tha country club. What I done ta her aint none a yer business. Less ya wanna know how good I fucked 'er earlier taday." Mac bragged, grinning wide to show off his rotten smile.
Adam winced at the sight, not able to believe she would willingly touch the degenerate. "Yeah right, in your twisted dreams loser."
"She's so tight it oughta be a dream. Too bad you'll never know." Mac retorted, his facial expressions of pleasure exaggerating his point.
Kristy had finally gotten out of his grasp just as Adam gripped Mac up by the front of his coveralls. Intending to slam him up against a wall and teach the hick some manners. She didn't know what came over her but when she saw Adam's hands on Mac her instinct to protect kicked in.
Before either of them could swing at one another, or bat an eyelash. A small fist was connecting with the side of Adam's clean shaven jaw, his surprise forcing him to drop his hold on Mac. He looked at the girl who'd just clocked him in the face in confusion. "What the hell?"
"Don't you fucking touch him." she growled out menacingly with an insane gleam in her eyes, pushing Adam back with a shove to the chest at every other word.
"Well excuse me for trying to defend your honor. It appears you don't have any." Adam spat, becoming angry at her defending Mac.
There was no retort from her. Before she could form one she was being lifted off her feet and swung through the air until her stomach connected with a rock hard shoulder, knocking the wind out of her. An upside down blue material covered butt came into her line of vision along with dirty work boots. 'Fucking Mac.'
"Mac goddamnit put me down!" she roared at his backside, trying her best to punch him in the spleen.
His only answer was the sharp sting of his palm spread wide connecting with her ass cheek as he carried her down a back hallway and out the rear door of the Luna Mesa.
"Ya think jus cuz ya defend me yer off tha hook?" he growled back at her, smacking her behind once more.
She was getting terribly turned on by his manhandling her, something she wasn't used to, always being the one to dominate.
"Aint even close, yer gonna pay fer bein' a lil slut." he continued, landing a third blow before dropping her hard on her back atop a crate beside the bar's back door.
She tried to fight him but adrenaline and lust were powering his calculating actions and alcohol was dulling hers. Zip ties pulled seemingly out of nowhere fastened her wrists together tightly, another one securing them to the gas line running up the face of the building behind the crate.
Kristy was spread out, restrained, and vulnerable to his will. "Fuck."
"Paybacks a bitch princess." he sneered at her, showing off row upon row of neglected teeth before slowly unzipping his suit.