Catching Phoenix: Renegades MC Story

Chapter 44

"So that's it then, the President handled everything?"  Mac asked as he reviewed the documents.

"Well not everything, that files still exists...but yes in a few short weeks the man moved mountains and luckily no one had caught on yet to all the movement, time was critical, but he pulled it off.  I have to say even I am impressed, but then again he had the resources to get it done."

"So now we wait to see if his plan worked..."

"It will work.   I have no doubt, the man was determined to shut them down.   We have no idea how many more we missed but we are banking on the theory that without a head the body will die...we just have a few more heads to eliminate."

Ian and an unknown were still remaining.  Pulling the file across the bed so I can read it yet again an uneasiness settled in my stomach.   The thought of hunting down my non-dead husband left me numb.  I didn't know how to feel about all of this.  Honestly with the rate we were moving there was no time to process anything and I feared the time when that could happen.

"Okay enough of this.  We have a few short hours until all hell breaks loose.   Come here and lay down."  Mac tossed the folder to the chair next to the bed.   He snagged me, curling me into his body and just held me.   I loved how he just knew what I needed and when I needed it.   Hence why an hour ago when we return, he took one look at me after the debriefing and pulled me upstairs.   He knew I needed quiet, space to think, and he gave me that without a second thought.  

Sighing I turned more into him as his arms tightened.   My nose was tucked into his neck as the smell of his cologne calmed my senses.  I needed it.   He was right, all hell was going to break loose soon enough.

"Those poor families...they have no idea that that a loved one was just sentenced to die, granted they are paying for their crimes...but still they don't know that."  I don't know why I said that but it has been weighing heavily on my mind.  All these people completely unaware of the shit storm coming their way, completely left in the dark.  

"What about your family?   How did they react when you were classified as KIA? They must have missed and mourned you...how did they cope?  Did you ever check in on them over the years?"

Instinct had me out of his arms and across the room before he could grab me.   Agitated I paced in front of the window before I had to physically force my body to stop.  More questions, ones I didn't want to answer.  Why did he need answers. What was the big deal about knowing someone's past. I mean I didn't pry into Mac's, he gave that information up freely and spoke about his childhood often. I didn't ask for it so why is he?

"Jules baby, talk to me.  What's wrong, let me help you, let me in for once.   A man can only go up against the twenty foot steel enforced concrete wall that you have surrounding yourself so many times.   I can't keep climbing it, you have to throw me a rope or at least open a window."

"Christ Mac you never let up.  Fuck you are relentless.  Isn't it enough that to have me in yours arms.  FUCK what do you expect from me? Why all the questions...all the time why this and why that...fuck!" I wasn't sure why I was getting so upset but I couldn't stop myself.

"It's called getting to know someone, Christ Juliette even a simple question about your family has you running scared and you are scared, but of what I have absolutely no fucking idea.   Other than your military abilities I know almost NOTHING about you.  Shit I don't even know how old you are or...you know what never mind, keep you goddamn secrets, hopefully they will keep you warm at night."

I have seen Mac mad before, but this time it was different. Completely different. I heard him as he moved about the room behind me.  Putting his boots back on and tugging on this vest.  It wasn't until he reached the door that a new kind of feeling hit me...panic. My chest contracted as the panic consumed me. I could barely hold it in as a whimper flittered out of my lips. Sheer panic that if I continued to push this man out the door he would never come back.