(Warning: Rated R)
" "No...no..! Your not suppose to be here.", Mary thought to her self. There was a big roll of thunder, Grace started to whimper and cry. Mary tried to bounce her but Graces cries proceeded to get louder. Mary glanced towards the...
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Mary slid from the bed with the sheet wraped around her. Joker chuckled, "Just fucked your brains out and still so modest." Mary continued to walk away as she flipped him off. He snickered. Mary emerged from her closet in a crisp white males shirt. His smile disappeared as he thought to himself, "Who the fuck does that shirt belong to?" He sat quietly as he watched Mary's ass peek from the bottom of her shirt as she walked. Mary was looking at her phone as she stood at the foot of the bed; she was texting someone. "Who ya talking to?"
Mary slowly cut her eyes as she smirked, "Noneya.." Joker didn't fall for it. He climed from the bed and fixed his clothes back in place as Mary continued to text. Mary's and Jokers head turned towards the door as they heard a loud boom down stairs. Mary sprinted for the door, Joker followed. Magda was speaking fast in Russian as she held a frightened Grace, they were being ushered out by three men. As Mary leaned over the top of the stairs, "Grace! No!" One of the men took a shot at her, but missed as Joker pulled her back. Mary shrugged from his grasp and ran into one of the rooms. Mary emerged with a Winchester 1873. Joker could hear her bare feet hit the marble floor as she cocked the lever and pressed the gun into her shoulder. Mary peeked over the railing and a vase exploded behind her shoulder.
Mary took aim and fired, she smirked as she heard the man scream out in pain. "My fucking arm! Fuck!"
She cocked the lever again and waited as one of the other three men ran back into the house to retrieve his wounded coworker. He took a shot at Mary, but as her shot rang out his knee cap exploded. The two men open fire as she jumped back from the banister she crawled closer to so she could see the entrance. The vehicle outside was a black Range Rover, but she couldn't see the license plates. Mary's chest heaved in anger as she saw the man with shoulder wound drag the other with the destroyed knee cap. She pushed herself off the floor as she ran towards the exit with her rifle. Joker slid in front of her to stop her. Mary's face was made of pure anger. "You..!" Joker was confused, "You fucking did this ." His face was blank as he held his hands up while she pointed the rifle at him.
"Mary.. Sweets.. I didn't do that.. I wouldn't take her from you.." Mary's teeth were gritted together. Just as she was about to pull the trigger he grabbed the barrel and pointed it away. Mary groweled when she noticed the gun didn't go off. Joker was looking at her with one eye peeking open, waiting for the outcome. Mary pulled the trigger again out of anger.
Joker looked at her with a blank face, "You were going to shoot me?" Mary shrugged as he let go of the barrel. She turned away as though she was leaving but reared back and hit him in the shoulder with the stock of gun, "Fuck!" Joker grabbed her shirt and she lost her balance and slipped, he started to drag her across the floor as she smirked. He stopped as he noticed his load was lighter. He turned and looked at the empty shirt and spotted Mary running away in just her underwear laughing. She had lifted her arms and had escaped as she slipped out while he was dragging her.
Joker threw down the shirt as he growled, "Come out kitten.." Mary peeked her head out of one of the rooms. He noticed she had replaced her shirt. "There's my girl." Mary slowly walked towards him, her feet pattered against the hard floor. She stood quietly in front of him. He grasped her left wrist. "You got a lot of fucking nerve," Mary swung her brassed knuckles right fist and hit him square in the jaw. He slightly shook his head as she stepped over him. Joker grinned his evil grin as her grabbed her ankle and jerked it out from under her. She heaved as she fell on her rib. She turned over as she held it.
Joker grinned and breathed as though he had just ran a mile as he straddled her, "Hurts don't it?"
Mary laid there quietly rocking back and forth as she held her rib. He noticed a tear going down her cheek. He climed off of her and helped her to her feet. She looked down in defeat. He took a step closer to her. "I didn't take her. I swear it."
Mary closed her eyes as tears trickled down her face. "I wish it was you, because I know you wouldn't hurt her."
Joker pulled her to him and held her as she cried.
