Page 27 of Mac

Mac

At church the other night, Viking asked if some of us would be willing to help fix up the bungalow for Kate. Even though she’d already moved in, there was painting and a few minor repairs to be done.

I don’t know what possessed me to volunteer, but Viking barely asked for help before I was offering to be there. Now, I’d be spending the whole day with Kate. But it might be a different Kate today since she hadn’t looked happy the other night when we were interrupted. Frankly, I was getting real tired of Michelle’s antics.

Standing by the bar, I checked my phone for the tenth time in the last few minutes. I texted Kate an hour ago that I’d be coming over to help, but hadn’t gotten a response. Figures.

As I was getting ready to leave, Michelle, once again, came from out of nowhere and was all over me. “I haven’t seen you since the barbecue,” she whined.

“Yup, and there’s a reason for that,” I said, peeling her off me. “You aren’t the only one I hook up with.”

She looked like I just slapped her. I didn’t know why she acted surprised. She knew what her role was. None of the guys ever promised a club whore more than a quick fuck. If she didn’t get that through her head, then she was going to start having a real problem here.

“You’re not hooking up with that bitch, are you?” she asked, her face contorting into anger.

I grabbed her by the shoulders and got right in her face. “What the fuck did you just say?”

Fear flashed in her eyes, but then she smirked when she realized my hold on her wasn’t enough to hurt. “I was wondering if you’ve been fucking Viking’s daughter.”

I looked her right in the eyes and spoke quietly, my fingers digging into her flesh. Her eyes widened at the rage radiating off of me. “First off, you don’t get to question me or what I do…ever. Are we clear on that?” She nodded her head, so I continued. “And don’t ever call Viking’s daughter a bitch again. If you do, you won’t have to worry about my reaction. Viking will throw you out on your ass so quick, your head will spin.”

I pushed her away, making her stumble back. “Fuck you, Mac!” she spat. “You’re such an asshole!”

I laughed. She wasn’t wrong about that.

“Lady problems?” Wolf asked as he walked in from the kitchen, a beer in his hand.

“That’s no lady,” I joked.

“When are you heading over to Kate’s?” Wolf asked, setting his beer bottle aside and sitting on a stool I’d just vacated.

“In a few minutes.”

“She’s pretty hot, huh? It’s gonna be a good day watching her work.”

I didn’t like how much interest Wolf showed anytime it had to do with Kate, but I didn’t want to encourage him, so I didn’t respond.

“On a scale of one to ten, she’s like a twenty,” Wolf droned on.

Seriously, this asshole was asking for me to punch him in the face. “Dude, you got a death wish? Viking would kill you before he would let you get near his daughter.”

“Funny, he must trust me enough because he asked me to watch her and her friend when they go out next week to celebrate her birthday.”

“What?” I asked sharply, glancing over at Wolf’s smug face. “He asked you to do that?”

“Sure did.” He smirked like he knew how much he was getting to me.

That was the bad thing about being friends with someone for as long we had. Sometimes they knew you better than you knew yourself.

“Maybe I can talk him into having you go with me,” he added casually, but was watching me too closely.

I shrugged. “Sure, you do that.” I slapped his back as I walked away.

“See you over there in a few minutes.” He laughed behind me.

I was acting like an idiot with a crush, and Wolf saw right through me. If I wasn’t careful, the whole club would catch on.

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