Page 58 of Taming the Demon

Macy burst into a fit of laughter. Evil sounding laughter. Chills raced up Mara’s back and she stood from the coffee table and put distance between herself and herformerbest friend. She had been around the motorcycle club life long enough to know it was a constant state of paranoia.

Was there a chance Macy was working with Fitz? After all these years, imagine if they were fucking all along…

Mara’s cheeks burned red-hot.

“Wow, you still don’t trust me,” Macy said.

“No, it’s not that,” Mara said. “He’s not my husband anymore. It doesn’t work like that. His ink… on me? It’s covered up. Macy, I should have never married him. I should have never been with him. I should have never chose him over you.”

Macy then stood up. “I guess that doesn’t do much good for me now, does it?” She shook her head. “I had no idea where I was or what was happening. I didn’t know you’d be here. If I did…”

Mara touched her own cheeks. She felt sad. Heartbroken. “I don’t know what to say, Macy. I texted you the other nightbecause I missed you. I missed my friend. I wanted to talk to you. I wanted to tell you how fucked up my life had become.”

Darrow raced from the kitchen. He looked at the distance between the two former best friends.

“He fucking kidnapped me,” Macy said. She looked over at Darrow. “You’re the same thing as Mara. You think I’m part of this. Want to inspect my body? Huh? Want to find out all the things he did to me?”

“Macy…” Mara said but her voice trailed off.

“He showed up to the club,” Macy said. “No, correction, he broke into the club. And he waited for me. Sitting there, in my chair, with a gun. He told me he had you, Mara, tied up in the trunk of his car and that if I didn’t go with him, he would kill you. And I believed him. Can you imagine that?”

Darrow moved closer to Macy. “Listen, I’m sorry for whatever happened to you. We’ve been looking for Fitz for a while now. He’s a rat. He turned on the club.”

“Maybe because you were fucking his wife and got her pregnant,” Macy said.

Darrow’s nostrils flared. He was about a second away from slamming this woman’s head against a wall and turning her brain into mush.

“It’s not like that, Macy,” Mara said, moving to get in front of Darrow. “It’s not like that at all. Fitz lost his mind a long time ago. I got away from him before I knew he turned on the club. That’s none of your business though. I’m sorry for what he did.”

“What he did was take me outside at gunpoint and opened the trunk of his car,” Macy said. “You obviously weren’t in the trunk, Mara. He then hit me in the back of the head and knocked me out. When I came to I was tied up. On a cold floor somewhere. Fitz pacing around, talking to himself, wondering how he was going to overthrow Cyrus and create his own version of the motorcycle club. It made no sense to attack me. He didn’twant to hear that. I was his punching bag. I was his…for other stufftoo…”

Macy drank more whiskey. This time, more than ever. After downing more than half a bottle, Macy handed the bottle to Darrow and then she ran to the bathroom. She fell her to knees and began to vomit loudly.

Mara and Darrow met eyes.

“He…”

“I know,” Darrow said. “I know. She should get medical attention.”

“How does that work, Darrow? Want her to say names? Open an investigation?”

“Fuck,” Darrow said. “I’ll make another call. There’s someone who can help. At the clubhouse. She’s going to have to come with us.”

“I don’t think…”

Mara heard the rattling sound of a pill bottle. She turned and saw Macy in the bathroom at the bathroom sink.

“Macy! Don’t!” Mara yelled.

She ran but Darrow ran faster. Macy dumped as many pills into her mouth as she could. Darrow got there before Macy could swallow them all and kill herself. He forced Macy to bend over the bathroom sink and stuck two fingers into her mouth, inducing vomiting.

Most of the pills fell into the bathroom sink, still intact. A few where crumbled up chunks of white powder. Poor Macy was thrown right into panic. Having a big, strong biker grab her and force her triggered all those fresh memories of Fitz. Macy bit Darrow’s fingers and Darrow grabbed her hair and threw her to the bathroom floor.

“Darrow!” Mara screamed.

He turned and stormed out of the bathroom. Macy curled up and cried, covering her face. Shaking and then groaning. In amatter of seconds, all that whiskey and whatever pills had been chomped and swallowed started to take control.

Macy sobbed but slowed. Mara crouched down and began to rub herformerbest friend’s back.

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