Mack's POV
A cop car is heard in the distance, sounds like it's getting closer, and closer, to the airstrip.
"You think this changes anything? It doesn't." Ward seethed.
"You gotta get outta here. You gotta..." Sarah warns John B and I, cradling John's face in her hands.
Sheriff Peterkin steps out of the vehicle. Sending me a knowing look and then turning her attention to Ward Cameron.
"Oh, thank God you're here. Susan, I told you he lost his goddamn mind, and now he's brought Mackenzie into this whole thing too." Ward huffed, gesturing over to us.
"Put your hands on your head." Peterkin instructed pulling out her gun, as Ward held his stare on John B.
"I'd do what she said." Ward scoffed.
"She's talkin' to you, Ward." John B nods.
I send John B a hopeful look. One that's filled with admiration towards the sheriff who was finally going to put Ward Cameron behind bars.
"You're under arrest for the murder of "Big John" Routledge and Al Bridges." Peterkin began, her gun pointed at Ward's chest as a pro-caution.
Sarah gasped at the sheriff's words, not wanting to believe that the father that had raised her all her life.... Is a killer.
"I got ya." John B whispered to Sarah.
"Are you kidding me?" Ward scoffed.
"Put your hands on your head." Peterkin demanded.
"Are you kidding me, Sue?" Ward tried to argue.
"Put your hands on your head! Turn around. Drop to your knees! I don't like bein' used. I waited a long time for this." Peterkin seethed, putting the handcuffs around Ward's wrists.
He then started to struggle against her, trying to fight his way out of being arrested. Peterkin pulled out her gun, stoping the older Cameron from getting physical any further.
That's when we heard it.
A gun shot.
But not from Sheriff Peterkin's gun.
"No! Rafe, no." John B whispered in shock.
Peterkin dropped to her knees, the red dot in the middle of her chest, expanding by the second.
"Oh my god. What do we do? We have to do something." I whispered, starting to panic at the sight in front of me.
"Rafe. What did you do?" Ward asked, looking up at his son.
Peterkin fell onto her back, a hand placed over her wound.
"I saved you, Dad. I saved you." Rafe explained, trying to convince himself of his dad... that was unclear.
The sheriff started to cough. John B, Sarah, and I all ran over to her side.
I just couldn't believe that the person who was supposed to be my legal guardian.... is potentially going to die right in front of me.
"Hey. Hey. Hold still. Hold stills it's okay. Where is it? Where is it? Oh my..." John B rushed out, scanning over Peterkin's wound.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." John B started to whimper, putting his bandanna on the bleeding section of her chest.
"What do you want us to do? I'll do anything you need." I explained, my voice starting to waver.
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MACKIN' ON MACK
Fanfiction"What can I say? I'm a wreck without you, Maybank." I smiled, wrapping my arms around his neck. "I can say the same thing about you, Bridges." •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Warning: I do not own the characters or the plot except Mack...
