Second Chances

Chapter 8

Mackenzie knew she had to talk to Luke, whether he wanted to or not. It had been a week and a half since her talk with Ashton and Bryana. She was doing what she could to make Luke talk, but he would always just refuse. He wouldn't even look at her. Luke had been spending more and more time at the club, mostly avoiding the talk. "Michael, can you take me to the club? I need to talk to Luke."

"Good luck making him talk. He barely talks to us anymore, unless it's something to do with the ring." Michael shrugged and slipped his shoes on. He grabbed his keys and stood by the door. Mackenzie slipped her Vans on and followed Michael out to his car. She climbed into the passenger seat. "I'm sorry you have to deal with Luke. He's terrible at expressing his feelings." Michael sighed as he drove to the club.

"Trust me, I know." She sighed, looking out the window. "Even when we were dating, he couldn't even tell me he was happy about something."

"This whole gang thing has kind of made him think that he's not allowed to have emotions anymore." Mike sighed and glanced at Mackenzie. "You made him seem more normal, in a way. He was actually passionate about something other than killing people and making money off underground boxers."

"I just wish he would stop all of this." Mackenzie sighed, even though she knew he never would stop, he had no way to get out.

"He's in too deep. The only way out is to get killed." Michael parked in the alley and got out. Mackenzie followed suit and took the keys from him. She unlocked the side door to the club and walked in. "Luke's in his office."

"Thank you, Mikey." She leaned up and pecked his cheek. He grinned and squeezed her hip gently.

"Good luck in there." Michael chuckled and walked over to the bar. Mackenzie walked over to Luke's office and knocked on the door.

"Yeah, come in." Luke sighed, setting his phone down on his desk. He pinched the bridge of his nose and Mackenzie slowly opened the door, walking in.

"We need to talk." She crossed her arms after closing the door behind her.

"Look, I'm really busy. I don't have the time to ta-"

"Cut the shit, Luke! We need to talk about this!" Mackenzie threw her hands up in defeat. "Just tell me how you feel, Luke!"

"Alright, fine!" Luke stood up quickly, looking straight at Mackenzie. "You want to know how I feel?"

"Yes, Luke!"

"I feel terrified, Mac!" Luke yelled. "I'm terrified that I'm going to lose you again! I can't lose you!"

"Why not, Luke? You already left me once. So why do you have a reason to be scared?!" Mackenzie yelled back, rolling her eyes.

"I left you because I thought I was keeping you safe." He sighed, and ran his hands through his hair. "Mac, I love you so much. I love the way you look in the mornings when you haven't put your makeup on yet. I love the way you bite your lips when you're bored. I love how you are so kind and generous to everyone, even if you don't know them. You're the only thing that keeps me from going crazy."

"Luke.." Mackenzie whispered, walking around his desk to him, putting her hands on his cheeks and pulling him closer to her.

"I love you, because you make me feel human again." Luke whispered, looking down at her. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked at him. "You mean the world to me, and if I lost you for good, I'd lose everything." He cupped her cheek gently and wiped the tears off her skin. "I love you, Mackenzie."

"I love you, too." She leaned up and pressed her lips to his. He moved his hands to her hips and pulled her closer, deepening the kiss. She pulled away slowly. "No more of this bottling it up bullshit, okay?"