by T. S. Ryder
Her legs wobbled with every step, but Mack summoned all her courage and lifted her chin. Before she knew it, she was striding forward, regardless of Meyer's prodding. She had every intention of marching right up to the filthy drug lord and slapping him across the face, but Meyer grabbed her arm, stopping her before she could reach Gedge.
She summoned up the filthiest look she could muster with her heart pounding the way it was and glared at the marshal. "So you're a dirty cop."
"Pays better."
"Why even let me testify against him in the first place if you were going to help him escape and kill me?"
"Quite simple, my dear." Gedge smiled at her as if he was asking her to tea. "You had already given your testimony. It could have been used against me even if you were dead. Actually, killing you may have harmed my case further. But now…"
"But now that you've already been convicted you're going to kill me?"
"No. Certainly not. I'm here to make you change your testimony. Admit you lied, tell them that you were sleeping with your boss and had a fight, and that you left before the murder took place. Then I will let your family live."
Her family? Mack trembled from head to foot. "Leave my family alone!"
"I have no desire to harm them."
"I'll change my testimony," she blurted. "I'll say whatever you want me to."
The drug lord smiled. "Good—"
An enraged roar interrupted him. The gorilla swung himself over the helicopter, howling. He knocked over three of Gedge's men and, as the rest drew their weapons, he grabbed Gedge by the throat and threw him into them. Meyer cursed and shot two rounds before Oliver was on him, teeth flashing.
Mack darted in closer, snatching the handgun from Meyer as he screamed, grappling at Oliver's jaws. She pointed wildly at the drug lord, holding it with both hands as she fired. The kickback rammed up her arms, knocking the breath out of her, but she continued to shoot wildly while the men dove for cover. She saw one whip around, blood splattering from his skull, and drop. Gedge shot back.
Oliver's fist shot out, grabbing Mack's top. As bullets flew towards them, he shoved her under Meyer's still body and charged. Blood dripped down over her eyes, blinding her. There were screams. Mack blinked rapidly, but everything was happening too quickly for her to follow.
Another sound beat at her ears–the second chopper. Her heart sank. More of Gedge's men. They were going to be killed, her family was going to be killed and it was all her fault. If she had just kept her mouth shut about the murder, if she hadn't decided to be so damn noble—
Oliver let out a howl of pain. Mack's heart jumped into her throat. She shoved at Meyer's body, struggling to see what was happening. All of the drug lord's men were down. All that was left was Gedge himself, leaning against his chopper, a gun pointed at Oliver. He rapidly pulled the trigger but nothing came out. Oliver stumbled towards him, one arm dangling uselessly. Blood poured from his strong body. Mack knew she was screaming but couldn't hear her own voice.
The gorilla grasped Gedge's shirt, dragging him towards the edge of the building. Gedge fumbled at his belt and drew a switchblade. He stabbed it into Oliver's leg. The gorilla howled but kept going. Another stab. Another howl.
Mack screamed, throwing the body off her. She dashed for a gun to finish off the drug lord herself, but before she could get to it, Oliver had reached the edge of the building. With a final scream, he tossed Gedge off the side. He turned, and Mack could have sworn there was a smile on his face before he crumpled backward, disappearing as he followed Gedge off the side of the building.
No.
Mack moved forward, numb, eyes wide.
No.
Pain lanced in her stomach. Stumbling, she looked down. Her front was covered in blood. Her blood. She had been hit.
Oliver.
Black closed in from all sides.
Not Oliver.
Blood gushed between her fingers. Mack fell to her knees.
No!
Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as darkness claimed her.
Chapter Nine
It took weeks for Mack's body to heal from the bullet wound. While at the hospital, she drifted in and out of drug-fueled dreams, never staying in one place long enough to differentiate between the two. Her family visited her, her mother singing her lullabies, her father reading her stories, her brothers not really saying much at all. There was always a low-lying panic under all the painkillers in Mack's system, but she could never remember what she was so afraid of or who she was afraid for.
Eventually, though, her head began to clear. Her mother told her what happened after she blacked out. The helicopter contacts had heard her message moments after she had left it and contacted the marshals and the FBI. Both had mobilized, and a SWAT team arrived just after Oliver had toppled from the building. She had lost a lot of blood, but they were able to get her to a hospital just in time.
The marshal who took over her case from Meyer's betrayal assured her that Gedge's organization wasn't going to go anywhere near her and her family. There had already been dissension among the ranks, and they were too busy fighting each other for control of his empire to worry about her now. He had no family who would want to take revenge on her. She was safe.
"What about Oliver?" Mack had asked when she learned that Gedge's body had been found on the forest floor beside the mansion.
"His body has not been recovered."
"He had a gorilla."
The marshal's brow furrowed. "There haven't been any gorillas found either."
Mack closed her eyes. "That means he's alive. He has to be."
The marshal sighed. "He could be, yes. But don't get your hopes up. Gedge could have brought a lot more men with him than you saw. You and Oliver fought bravely. You should be proud of yourself."
Proud of herself? She couldn’t care less how many men Gedge had. She had seen Oliver fall off that building, but if he hadn't been found, that meant that he was alive somewhere. Maybe in the hidey-hole, nursing his wounds. Maybe he was unable to shift back into a human because of his injuries, and he was out in the forest and swamps.
It didn't matter. Wherever he was, she was going to find him.
***
Once she started refusing the pain medication, Mack was deemed healed enough to head home. Her old room felt comforting, but her gut churned constantly, wondering where Oliver was and if he was safe, or if he had stumbled away from the mansion only to die, and was now being eaten by alligators.
"What are you doing out of bed?"
Mack looked up to see her mother frowning at her, hands on her hips. She was sitting at the kitchen table, laptop in front of her. "Mom, the doctor said I was fine to get up and move around."
"You're still not healed. If you need to get places you should ask for help. It's not safe for you to go up and down the stairs by yourself." Her mother bustled over to her, shaking her head.
"I don't get an internet connection upstairs."
Her mother frowned when she saw what Mack was looking at. "Flights to Florida?"
Mack tensed.
"Honey, if search and rescue down there haven't been able to find him, you won’t be able to either.
"I'm not going to sit around here and worry until they give up."
"You think that you'll be able to find him in all that swampland?" Her mother put her hands on her hips.
Mack ignored her mother's tone and clicked on a flight that would get her there the very next day.
"Bertha—"
"Mom, I'm going. I'm not giving up on him. I am going to find him."
"You're talking like you think you love him. You don't even know him."
Mack thought about his soft eyes, his playful smile, the ferocity of his kisses. She could feel his fingers tracing her lips, hear his hooting laughter as they scrambled up and down the jungle gym, chasing each other. The look in his eyes, so vulnerable and afraid when he revealed his gorilla side to her. The joy that had lit his face when sh
e hadn't run screaming from him. She may not have been with him very long, but that didn't mean that she didn't know him.
"I know him enough to know how I feel for him. To know how he feels for me."
"Honey—"
"I know him, Mom. And I'm not leaving him alone again."
***
Several weeks later, Mack turned off her rental car and stared at the mansion, her heart in her throat. What if she couldn't find him? She had spent the last few weeks telling herself that she would find him and all would be well, but what if she couldn't?
The SWAT team had dismantled all of Oliver's traps, but Mack was still cautious and entered the mansion through the window in the atrium. Everything was in terrible condition. There was shattered glass everywhere, chunks of wood that bullets had torn free all over the floor, and plants that had been torn up and kicked around.
Mack checked the hidden trapdoor first. The frozen foods had thawed, in some cases going moldy. Her heart sank. Even though she had told the marshals about this place, she had foolishly hoped that they hadn't passed it along to the search and rescue team and that Oliver would be inside, nursing some injuries, but very much on the road to recovery.
The house was empty and eerily still. Mack shivered as she moved from room to room, calling Oliver's name. But he was nowhere to be found, and her heart sank further with every step she took. She was glad that she hadn't let her family come out here with her–they would be encouraging her to give up, and as the dull ache of her still-healing wound turned into a persistent throb, it would be all too easy to give in.
She was sobbing by the time she climbed the ladder to the bedrooms. He wasn't here. Would she ever see him again?
Blinded by tears, she went to his room and curled up on the bed, pushing her face into his pillow to breathe in his musky, manly scent. She wasn't certain how long she lay there, crying, but when her face shone with sweat and her throat was dry and sticky, she rolled onto her back, staring at the ceiling.
How long could she hold onto hope? Her mother was right–if search and rescue couldn’t find Oliver, then how could she? If she tried to go out into the swamp looking for him, would she end up lost and dead? Was that what he would have wanted?
But how could she just give up on him? He had defended her to his last, and it was only because of her stupidity, trusting Tom Meyer instead of waiting for Oliver to get her, that they were separated like they were.
Moving as if she was in a dream, Mack wiped her tears and headed for her room. While she was here, she might as well pick up the books she had left behind. And maybe take a cold shower while she was at it. Her temples throbbed from the heat.
She stopped in the doorway of her room. The bed, which she distinctly remembered carefully making the morning of the incident, was crumpled, the blankets in a twisted mess. Leaves were scattered all over the floor. Some were brown and dried, but others fresh, like they had just been plucked from the plant. Her heart beat with hope and she trembled, leaning against the doorway as her knees weakened. Could she withstand more disappointment if he wasn't here?
"Oliver? Oliver, please, if you're here…"
She rushed to the bathroom. Empty. But he had to be here somewhere, he had to be hanging around…
The screen in the bathroom window was missing. If she hadn't noticed that, Mack would never have seen the small shadow cast onto the sill. Like something was just outside, against the wall.
With a cry, she rushed to the window. Oliver stood on the small ledge just outside, clinging to the wall with his giant, nimble hands.
"Oliver!"
He winced as he looked down at her, not even attempting a smile. With a sigh, he slipped back into the room. Mack threw her arms around him, sobbing in relief.
"I thought you were dead! I thought that I'd never see you again."
Oliver's hands cased her shoulders, and gently but firmly he pushed her away. His eyes were on the floor as he shook his head. "I should be dead. No normal person could survive getting shot multiple times and falling off a building like that. But me, not even a scar,"
"You're alive." Mack reached for his face. He caught her hands, holding her away.
"I don't want you to touch me right now."
The smile slipped off her face. "Oliver?"
"I was going to tell you I'm alive. I wasn't going to make you suffer." His eyes fixed firmly on her feet. "But this… this just proves what I was worried about all along. I'm not human. I don't belong in your world. And after seeing what I did to all those men… Mack, I'm just too dangerous to be around people."
"You say that like you're not a person."
"I'm not! I'm an animal." He turned away.
Mack stared at him. The anger she never felt when she was around him blossomed in her chest and her fists clenched at her sides. "An animal? We're all animals. We all evolved the same way. I don't care if you turn into something that doesn't look human, you're a person. You're a good man, and as for what you did here–you were defending me! All the men you killed would have killed me and you if they had the chance. That doesn't make you dangerous."
Oliver lifted his eyes to hers. "You're angry."
"Of course I'm angry! You can't take this one incident, where you were protecting me, and say that it's more important than all the good times we had together. Playing on the jungle gym? Hide and seek in the atrium? Not to mention sex in the theater room!" Mack put her hands on her hips. "When have you ever hurt me? Not once."
"That doesn't mean I won't. In the future."
"You won't. Don't cut me out, Oliver. Please."
"I can't have children."
"I don't care. I love you."
"You love me?" A brief smile crossed his face. "I was afraid you'd run away from me. But I was wrong. You ran towards me." He stepped forward, and his fingers brushed her cheek. She pressed her hands to his chest. His heart beat sure and strong. "I don't understand why you want to be with me."
"Because you are the most unique, wonderful man I have ever met, and you let me be me." Mack pressed herself against him, smiling up into his deep eyes. "I'm happy when I'm with you… and I like to think you're happy with me."
Oliver wrapped his strong arms around her. "Deliriously happy. Happier than I've ever been in my life."
He pressed a kiss to her mouth and, with a sigh, Mack wrapped her arms around his neck and drew him in deeper.
Epilogue
Florida was growing on her. To hell with spanx and whatever else was going to make her look thinner and hide her wobbly bits. Now it was all tank tops and short shorts. Even less when she and Oliver were home in their countryside getaway, but with a business to run, they could only get out there during the weekends.
Mack smiled as she carried a basket of squirming, mewling kittens back to their mother after being weighed. Oliver had purchased a few acres of land just outside Orlando so she could finally set up her animal rescue shelter. They only had licenses to take in domestic animals at the moment, but she was working on getting registered to care for wild animals.
"Here you go, lovely." She slipped into the large pen where the mother cat was anxiously waiting for her kittens to return. As Mack put them down one by one, the mother cat began licking them. "All healthy and purrrrrfect."
She scratched the cat behind the ears, making her purr. In a few weeks, the kittens would be old enough to adopt out, and she already had a new owner for the mother and the runt of the litter when that happened.
Adopting out kittens and puppies was easy. The older animals, however, were starting to get overcrowded. They'd have to put out more advertisements. Even with all their space, they just didn't have enough room to care for them all.
After she fed the cats and cleaned a few cages, Mack sought her lover and business partner out. He was where he always was at this time of day, sitting outside the cage of a cat they had gotten from a hoarder two weeks ago. The poor thing had been half-starved, and though it had fattened up since then, the
ragged patches of fur on its body had not regrown. The fur that was growing was a hideous poop-brown. As Mack approached, the familiar warning hiss issued from the cage.
"I don't know if there's hope for this one, Oliver." Mack put her hand on his shoulder. "He just doesn't like people."
Oliver pressed her palm to his lips. "And that's why I think he's perfect for us. Think about it. I don't like people, you don't like people. If we don't take him, who will?"
The cat spat at Mack as she looked at it. She closed her eyes very slowly several times until the growling ceased, then sat beside Oliver. Her family had found him strange and a little off-putting when she first introduced him, but he had soon won them over. Her mother had confided in him that she had never seen Mack so light-hearted and happy in her whole life, and his eccentric ways were soon labeled endearing.
Mack put her head on her lover's shoulder, enjoying the warmth from his skin.
"If we take him home, he'll run away and end up being an alligator's snack," she said, while Oliver made gentle hooting noises towards the ugly, defensive cat. "I have to admit, though, you're really good with him. Look at that. He's visibly relaxing."
"We could have him in our city apartment at first until he won't run away. I just hate to see him in here. It's so lonely… And I know how he feels. Like he's not wanted, like the world will hurt him if it gets too close." Oliver turned sad eyes on her. "What if I promised to stay home every day to take care of him? I'll buy scratching posts and toys and treats. I'll buy you a new car," he added. "And a new dress. And I'll buy your parents a new house."
"You just bought them a new house."
"I'll buy them another one. And your brothers, I'll buy them houses, too. I'm very rich, you know." He said it seriously, as though she didn't know that already.
Mack laughed. "You crazy monkey."
"Ape," he corrected. "Or hominid-ape. Maybe I'm Bigfoot. It doesn't matter." He beamed at her. "I have you and I'm happy. I just want to give him the same chance that you gave me."