Becoming Macy

Seven

Macy:

I went down the stairs behind Wyatt, who had gotten tired of dragging Gabriella and picked her up bridal style. He laid her in the back seat of his car, and my stomach swirled with terror. Is he going to make me walk back?

"Are you going to just stand there, or are you getting in the damn car, Macy?" my jaw dropped. He just seems busted tonight.

I quickly jogged to the front of the car with my foot sinking into a puddle. F.u.c.k… I forgot my shoes. I looked back up, taking in Wyatt's blue eyes and how they seemed dimmer than usual. I decided the shoes weren't worth it, and I got in barefoot, praying he didn't ask any questions about it. At least I remembered my phone. I exhaled softly, thankful for that small thing anyway.

"Are… Are you okay?" I asked in a whisper, attempting not to wake the Kraken in the back seat.

"It doesn't matter anymore, Macy," he said, side-eyeing me as he drove. I wanted so badly to see him as the little boy who I loved so much but d.a.m.n it. It feels so hard to look over everything he has done, even if it is just for this moment.

"Sure, it does. I mean… only if you want to talk about it. I am good at listening, and if you are worried about me repeating anything you say, you shouldn't. No one talks to me, and I probably won't even remember the infamous Wyatt Whitlock pretending to be nice to me anyway." I shrugged off his rejection of talking; I'm genuinely used to it.

He looked at me with his blue eyes so full of torment that I almost felt bad for him.

A comfortable silence fell over us. The only sounds in the car were from the tires running on the pavement and Gabriella's drunken snores in the back. His phone rang, and I sat there with my eyes closed, pretending to be asleep.

"Hello?"

"What? Slow down! Where are you? Wait there. I will come to get you." His tone was growing more frantic.

"I am on my way, Sophia. Hide." His voice was shaking. Why did this girl need to hide?

"Everything okay?" I asked, pretending to sound groggy as he did an illegal U-turn with cars blaring horns and squealing their tires.

"My sister was kidnapped, and she escaped. She is somewhere outside of Lucky Six on a pay phone." His hands gripped the steering wheel until I thought his knuckles might bust.

Lucky Six is the strip joint I was scouting earlier. They were taking women. I f.u.c.k.i.n.g knew it! That girl I saw in that footage tonight was Aliya!

"There is a payphone outside a hole-in-the-wall gas station about a mile from Lucky Six," I whispered, praying he didn't ask questions. Thankfully, he was so wrapped up in the situation that he didn't. He just sped up.

This means I have these two weeks to shut that s.h.i.t hole down for good…

He whipped it into the gas station I had told him about. A tall woman that looked younger than Wyatt was slouched against the glass wall of the pay phone. I could see from there she had been drugged. Her eyes were wild and dead simultaneously, but thankfully, she didn't look hurt.

"Jesus, Soph," he said, scooping her up.

He scooted Gabriella over in the backseat, sitting Sophia down softly beside her. He is so kind to both of them. I will never understand how he can be so cruel to me.

"Let's go, Macy, before someone comes looking for her." I nodded, jumping back in the car.

My brain sped up and slowed down at the same time, seeing her zoned out like that. I will shut that place down in a blaze before I leave this podunk town. I replayed visions of the brothel, trying to calm the urges in my mind. Instead, my mind replayed that kiss and how his rough hands made my skin tingle. Suddenly, something strange happened...my brain silenced itself.

"Macy, where are your shoes?" Wyatt asked with his shoulders tense and sweat on his brow.

"Baby, something or another's office." I smiled while wiggling my toes.

"Baby, something or another?" he grinned, trying not to laugh at me.

"Yeah… Little Red called him baby, so I just went with it." I shrugged, thinking about having Wyatt pull over so I could jump off a bridge.

"His name is Creed," Sophia mumbled from the back.

"I assume little red is the girl you were sucking face with on the dance floor?" He said, looking at me with a curious light dancing in his eyes.

"Yep." I smiled, touching my lips, but it wasn't because I had thought about her kiss… it was Creed's. F.u.c.k, he tasted so good.

He chuckled as I leaned my head back, drifting off into an alcohol-induced coma with that kiss still spreading tingles throughout me.

Wyatt:

I walked into my room and slammed the door. I could still smell Macy's perfume on my shirt from when I packed her inside Sonny's house. But her scent, no matter how delicious, would not be enough to dull my rage from seeing Creed kissing her.

I kept replaying the night in my head. I was dancing with Gab. She was grinding her ass against me. Her usual weekly hook-up had to have fallen through because she and I typically only sleep together on Fridays, and tonight she wants me. Too bad because I couldn't focus on her because Macy had her hands on the ass of a redhead, and the way her body was swaying was hypnotic. She looked like a peach ripe for picking under the club's lights. Then Dee walked into it, throwing a rock through the show Macy was putting on.

I moved away from Gabriella as Dee raised his hand to hit one of the girls. Before I could make a move, Macy slammed Dee onto the floor, shattering his nose. Shaken by the surprise that sweet Macy could ever do something like that, I moved back into Gab's and sent my boys to take Macy and lock her into Creed's office. I never expected that would lead to me walking in on Creed kissing Macy at the end of the night. I paced the length of my room, trying to talk myself out of killing Creed, when he walked into my room like he owned the place.

"Dad wants to see us. Let's go." He grumbled, seeming as tired as I was.

Once inside Dad's office, I channeled my anger over being this close to my brother, and I told Dad about the guy that killed Johnny and how I had taken care of it. Creed gave him his report on the shipment, and Father sent us on our way with the business and pleasantries out of the way. We were walking back to our lives, just about to part ways, when he broke the silence by asking the wrong f.u.c.k.i.n.g question.

"Tell me about Macy, Wyatt." His words were full of lust at the sound of her name. I'm sure he remembered how her red lips tasted while they kissed, he probably touched her in places no man ever had, and I raged with that thought. I slammed him against the wall, unable to speak the words I wanted to.

"Stay away from her." I knew by the look in his eyes that he knew… he knew the words that I couldn't say. Macy Anderson is mine. Mine.