A Kiss From Lucifer (Mac smutfic)

Trap

Mac waited a few minutes after Andrea entered the bar. He felt his insides twist and squeeze, and he felt the pizza he had eaten earlier starting to rise up again. He was nervous, not about what could happen when he attached Hudson, but what would happen later with Andrea. Was he really going through with this? Was he going to sleep with Andrea for what was the hundredth time? With Beth waiting at home? Cheating was a horrible thing to do and Mac knew it. She was probably already upset about him not saying 'I love you too' earlier, and sleeping with Andrea would be the cherry on top of the worst day ever. Mac groaned once again. He should've called Tanya...

Then the front doors to the bar opened up, and out stumbled Andrea and Hudson. Hudson was clearly drunk as hell, while Andrea just looked slutty. Mac sat quietly as Hudson hopped into his car while Andrea went over to hers.

"What's the plan?" She asked Mac as she opened up her door.

"Get him to the top of the Mesa, strip him of his clothes, an' I'll shove him off." Mac grumbled, shifting anxiously. He'd killed before and it had been easy. But this time it'd be different. Andrea would expect to fuck him tonight, and if he refused, then she could tell the police about his murder. He sighed and rubbed his face with his rough calloused hands. Hands that held Beth at night. God he was a horrible guy. He shook his head. He couldn't think that way. He needed to stay sharp. Plus Beth would never find out! She had no way of communication with the outside world!

Andrea nodded and started up her car. Mac waited until they were both out of the lot, Andrea in the lead, before following them. He put a lot of distance between them, but he could make out the red lights of the brown car. His knife was on the seat next to him, ready to shine with blood.

After half an hour, Andrea and the brown car made a left. Mac shut off his headlights and followed, watching as drove over the rocky path towards the edge of the cliff. It was a gentle slope up, so hopefully it wouldn't be too noticeable to the drunk meth head. They drove for a time until Andrea stopped, parking the car near the edge of the mesa. Hudson's car parked behind it, and seconds later he emerged from the car and strode over to Andrea's. Mac parked too, waiting a second before getting out of his truck. Andrea had grabbed Hudson's hand and led him close to the edge. Mac walked over towards them, keeping his footsteps as quiet as possible. He heard Andrea giggling and Hudson laughing while he muttered dirty stuff into her ear.

"...Wanna show ya wha' a real m-man is." He mumbled, and that sent Andrea into a fit of giggles. Mac readied his  knife, and peeked out from behind Andrea's car. Andrea was straddling his lap, kissing his meth spotted neck while managing his pants off. Mac waited, watching the come dumpster work Hudson out of his clothes and tossing them to the side. Mac then decided to reveal himself. He stepped out from behind the car. No one noticed him.

"A'right Andrea. Tha's enough." He growled.

Andrea and Hudson separated instantly. Andrea gathered his clothes while Hudson's unclear vision struggled to focus on Mac. "The fuck's goin' on?" He demanded.

Mac strode forward as Hudson got to his feet. He fumbled with something in his back pocket, determined to get a weapon, when Mac slashed the hunting knife across his chest. Blood squirted from the wound as Hudson let out a cry of pain. Mac grabbed his scruff, not caring that he got blood on his jumpsuit. "Remember me, bitch?" Mac growled. 

It took Hudson a couple seconds before his eyes widened in fear. "Y-yer the dealer! Luke's friend, ain't ya?" 

"Then you remember why I'm doin' this?" 

Before Hudson could answer, Mac shoved him towards the edge of the mesa, where Hudson unknowingly stood a couple inches from the ledge. He staggered to his feet, clutching a gun in his hand. Mac quickly went forward, determined to shove him off before he could shoot, when a loud gunshot pierced the air. White-hot pain flashed through Mac's shoulder, and it felt like it was on fire. He gasped in pain, clutching his bleeding shoulder. He glared at Hudson, whose hands were shaking. Before he could say anything, Mac lifted his leg and slammed his foot into Hudson's chest, knocking him over the side of the cliff. Hudson's screams echoed throughout the canyons, and then there was a dull thud. Silence.

Mac clutched his wound, his hot sticky blood gushing from between his fingers. He growled in pain, stumbling over to where Andrea was standing with Hudson's clothes. He grabbed the pants and checked them, finding $300 and a small packet of drugs. He decided that it wasn't worth much, so he tossed it to Andrea while he pocketed the money. He found a couple hundred more dollars in the jacket pocket. It wasn't a bad haul. Nearly $500, so it was nearly enough for the rent. Hopefully Walter would cut him some slack. 

"You ok?" Andrea asked, scared to even touch him. 

"Yeah." He muttered, tossing the clothes off of the cliff as well. 

"Are you still up for tonight?" She asked in a seductive voice. Mac growled and whipped around to face her. Could she not get a hint?

"I just got fuckin' shot. What'dya think?" He demanded. 

"Well you can let me do all the work if you'd like." She said with a smirk. Mac growled again, and felt a little hopeless. He wasn't going to get out of this. Sure he could shove her off of the cliff too, but she was too popular around town. People would notice if she went missing. He had no choice but to go through with it. If he didn't, then she'd tell the police about the murder he had just committed. This was the only way to remain free and with Beth.

"Whatever." He muttered, going back to his truck. The only thing on his mind was of Beth.