Stan was very tall, very muscular and very … massive. Spiky blonde-haired and blue-eyed with a calm expression on his face as he stared at Macy before letting his eyes drift to Dalton.
Dalton shrugged in his signature way, stepping away from Macy to turn to Stan. “You know I can’t keep my hands off a girl for too long. Especially not with her.”
He laughed again, waiting for some type of a comeback as Macy looked at something random quickly, not having the strength for one. Dalton noticed this with a smile, talking back to Stan.
“Once you get her scared of you … there’s nothing left …” He shook his head, “But that sexy body of course.” Macy was in the mood of a comeback to that. She glared at the back of Dalton's head, raising her hand to hit him when he suddenly spun around, pinning her back to the wall. “Don’t test me, Macy.” He whispered, “The more you deny, the more I want. In. Your. Pants. And soon or later … probably sooner, I’ll be there. Whether you want it or not.” Dalton shifted away toward the door.
“Lemme talk to her.” Stan said, shooing Dalton out of the door. Once he was gone, Macy relaxed the slightest bit but then she realized that Stan was probably a hundred times more dangerous than Dalton.
“Stan.” She acknowledged him silently and surprisingly his expression stayed calm.
“Macy.” He closed the door behind him and crossed the room to where she stood against the wall. “So you’re probably wondering what’s up.”
“Truth is, you’re not part of my plan.”
“I’m part of Dalton’s,” she guessed and Stan nodded.
“There’s something about you that … draws him in. I don’t know …”
“I don’t understand.” She whispered and Stan shrugged his shoulders, crossing those big buff arms of his across his chest.
“He probably just wants to hook-up … but then again, it could be something more.”
“But what does this have to do with Brandon?” she snapped.
“Dalton must have explained the money to you. What else do you need to know?”
“Why are you doing this? Why’d you set him up? What does this have to do with me? And Raine? What’s your problem?” Minute by minute, Macy was getting her confidence back.
“My problem,” Stan pondered slowly, “I need some money.”
“So you decide to set up my brother and get it from him?!”
“Hey, hey, hey. Calm down.” He placed a hand on her shoulder and she flinched, tilting back against the wall to get further away. “Oh sorry.” Macy’s eyes popped. Sorry? Did the supposedly vicious thug leader just say sorry to her? He saw her expression and explained briefly, “I’m not such a fan of beating girls like Dalton may be. My sister got hurt by some guys a couple of year ago and …” his voice trailed off.
She was getting angrier by the second but for a moment actually wanted to be open and understanding. “If you don’t like it, then why do you let it happen? Why’d you let Dalton do it to me?”
“Let’s not get into that.”
Macy glared at him, “Who’s really in charge here?” she taunted and Stan’s eyes glazed over like ice on a chilly lake.
“I am,” he growled, spit coming out of his mouth with his fury. “And don’t forget it. Just ‘cause I may be … nice to girls doesn’t mean I’m not willing to stand by and let anything else go down.” He turned away and turned back to a now shocked and silent Macy. “And just know … that I could’ve come in a few minutes later … not stopping what Dalton was really planning to do to you.”
He started toward the door in long, angry strides but Macy’s newfound quiet voice stopped him. “What was he planning to do?” she whispered but Stan shook his head.
“A lot more than what he did.” And then he opened the door and slammed it behind him, leaving Macy to ponder who the real villain in this situation was.