The Vacuum

Part 28

Mac pulled his truck to a stop out in the desert in the early hours of the morning, making the tarp and the contents of it in his truck bed bang against the back of the cab with a sickeningly wet thud.

When he had woken up before the sun had even come up Alex had still been cuddled up against his side, naked even with the dead body in the next room. She was definitely a fucked up girl but if it meant that she wanted him he wasn't about to complain. He'd pulled himself up from her bed none too carefully. She slept like a rock though, something that he had already known from watching her. Her lithe body had the sheet down around her waist as she lay on her side, arms curled into where he had been moments before. He didn't think he had ever slept beside a woman before...ever in his life. But Alex looked good laying there though, arms covering the peeks of her breasts as she nuzzled her head into the pillow.

Climbing out of the truck he opened the bed and pulled out a rag, tying it over his face. Its musky scent assaulted his nose but it would be better than the ammonia or bleach like smell that had assaulted him and when he had opened the bathroom door and pulled the flaking and surprisingly quickly deteriorating body from the tub. She was right. As he had pulled the limp corpse over the side some of the skin pulled off one side of his face in a wet peel...almost like an overly ripe fruit. She was right. If they had left it in there longer she probably could have just pulled the stopper and let all the fleshy bits go down the drain. Still, the idea of leaving a dead body in her bathroom wasn't all together appealing.

After pulling his gloves over his hands he grabbed the end of the tarp yanking it out of the bed and letting it drop onto the ground, kicking up dust and rocks. Dragging it over to the ledge he let the end drop. Rubbing his nose with his forearm he pulled a cigarette from behind his ear and yanking the rag from his face. Lighting it he took a long drag before looking down at the blue tarp and shaking his head.

"Fucking idiot." He muttered. Harley should have known...should have known not to touch what was Mac's. Pulling the smoke from his mouth and exhaling through his nose he turned his head to see Walter's car pulling up.

He gritted his teeth tightly before planting his boot as solidly on the rotting body as he could manage and pushing forward. The tarp and the body inside of it went tumbling over the edge, bouncing and dislodging as it hit the sides of the sides of the narrow but deep canvass. He watched it with narrowed eyes as Walter climbed out of the car and walked over to him, glancing down. Together the two men watched as the tarp was pulled away from the body and the two went falling separately before hitting the ground.

"Harley?" Walter asked. Mac grunted non-committal. "Did you kill him or the girl?"

Mac frowned, still not looking at her father. "I did." He mumbled. "Should have known better than to go after my bitch."

Walter frowned deeply, looking at his sons squinted eyes. "Don't be stupid Mac. She's not yours. She can't be yours....ever." Mac looked at him sharply but Walter just shook his head.

This woman...he should have just told Mac to kill her when she had come. She'd caused more problems than just finding out about Reggie. Mac was drawn into her for some reason and had lied to him about her. She'd divided him from his family and from his duties. Walter loved Devon and would do anything for him but Mac was his crazy enforcer and he needed that.

"Devon found her phone number on Reggie...lord knows how long she's had it or what Reggie has told her." Walter continued as Mac's blue eyes narrowed down almost to the point of closing. "You have two choices here son. I get rid of her...or you do."

"She's aint leaving yet!" Mac snapped, making Walters eyebrows hitch in surprise.

"Then kill her." He said bluntly. "Because either way...she's not for you."