Mac's eyes narrow at Tony. He raises his knife, pointing it at him.
“You can either leave, join, or watch. I don’t fucking care. After this is all over, I finally get what I’ve wanted for the last five fucking years.” He glares back down at me. He leans, pressing his face against my neck and inhaling deeply. “I’m going to fucking destroy that magic pussy of yours now that Declan’s not under your spell anymore. I’m going to make you wish you were dead,” he whispers against my neck.
My body trembles at the threat. I look at Tony for help, but he’s walking away from me toward the table. He sits facing away from us. Mac laughs when Tony rests his elbows on the table and puts his face in his hands.
“Aww. What’s wrong, Tony? You don’t want a taste?”
He turns back toward us. He glares at Mac like he’s close to slitting his throat. His eyes shift to mine before he gives me a forced smile, trying to calm me.
“No need. I’ve had her plenty of times.”
“You what!?” Mac snaps as he releases my hair and stomps over to Tony. Tony stands to size up Mac. Mac may be older, but Tony has more muscle and is taller.
“You heard me. I don’t need a taste, because I’ve already memorized it.” He glances at me with a smirk. “I know how she tastes…How she feels…Fuck, I know every God damn sound she makes as she comes.”
Mac grabs Tony by his shirt, pulling him closer.
“Declan’s going to fucking kill you!”
“I don’t fucking care. I’m done. This place has gone to hell since Jocko died.” Tony rips free from Mac's grip and starts to walk toward me.
“You’re not fucking leaving!”
*Click*
The sound of the gun's safety being clicked off snaps my gaze back to Mac. He’s standing there with a different gun now pointed at Tony. It has a silencer screwed onto thebarrel.
“Mac, just let me go. Let us go.”
“No. You know too much. Declan won't let you leave breathing. And her?” Mac laughs. “She ain’t leaving before I get my fucking reward!”
He waves the gun to the right, telling Tony to move aside.
“You're not going to touch her! I won’t let you.” Tony shouts as he shifts his body to protect me.
I can hear muffled shouts from the other side of the door. Mac takes another step closer to Tony, pointing the gun right into his chest.
“Then I guess I'll deal with you first.”
Tony moves fast and grabs Mac’s wrist. They struggle. The metal of the gun flashes in the dim red light of the room. The guys push and shove, pulling at the gun as they each try to wrestle away from the other. The gun goes off. The flash of the light and the low, silenced shot is covered by my scream as Mac and Tony stop moving.
I watch in horror as their bodies slowly fall. My chest slowly unclenches as I watch Tony lower Mac's gasping body to the floor. I can see blood staining his chest from the bullet wound. His breaths are sounding gurgled as he struggles to breathe.
“I’m sorry, Mac. It didn’t have to be like this,” Tony says as he leaves Mac lying on the ground and goes to stand. Mac sputters like he’s trying to say something. He grabs Tony’s shirt, pulling him back down to him.
Tony leans down closer to Mac to hear his final words. They were friends. I can see the pain etched in Tony’s face as he tilts his head to listen to the hushed dying words.
A sickening sound is heard, followed by Tony’swidening eyes and his mouth dropping in a choked gasp. He pulls away as Mac takes his final breath. A smile now permanently frozen on his lips.
“Tony?”
Tony takes a step toward me with his hand at his neck. As he takes a few steps closer, the dim light finally illuminates him enough, and that’s when I see it. The knife’s embedded in his jugular vein. Blood seeps through his fingers as he tries to hold the knife in place, but it’s no use. The knife’s too deep. I can’t get out of my restraints. I can’t help him.
“Tony, no!” I sob as he drops to his knees in front of me.
He rests his head against my lap. He looks up at me with tears in his eyes. His voice chokes as he tries to speak.
“I’m so sorry, Mina.”
