Max stood outside an old auto repair shop. It'd been closed down for some time. He'd called Mathew's boys to meet him there to confirm the job's completion. He was uneasy about meeting them while injured, so he'd called James and had him patch him up real quick beforehand.
By the time of the meeting; it was already dark once again.
He'd chosen the place to meet; it wasn't too far from where James had patched him up at. He didn't feel like running around the city. His shoulders hurt from two bullet wounds. One had apparently hit him without him noticing as he was jumping through the window. The glass cut up his back and shoulders, he felt like crap. Of course, he'd had worse, which was the only reason he was standing there at that moment. He knew that he'd heal in a few days, maybe less. It was one of the major perks of being who he was. Being a Hunter meant that his healing capabilities were better than most others.
He watched as a car pulled up slowly, and then came to a stop by the side walk. Two men got out from the car. He recognized Colin. The other was another larger man, with a bald head and bulky frame. Another werewolf.
He waved, and set his bag down in the shadows next to the boarded up auto shop, and walked away. He didn't want any sort of complications.
He didn't need to be there for them to confirm the job was done. That would do nothing more than cause him an even bigger head ache. He felt eyes trailing after him, but ignored them.
He continued forward, not looking back.
He wasn't too worried about them reneging on their promises, even if they did, at least he got paid a bit up front. Was it enough for the risk? Hell no. But it was better than getting nothing. At this point, Max was in too much pain and too exhausted to care. He'd call them in the morning after he got some sleep.
After turning the corner, he still felt eyes on him. He figured Colin probably brought along someone to watch from the shadows just in case things got out of hand during the pass off. He used his usual method of wandering around somewhat aimlessly until he felt he was no longer being watched before finally heading back home.
Max reached the apartment and unlocked it. He hissed as he leaned against the door to pull his shoes off. He could feel that one of his wounds was threatening to reopen. He stepped away from the door and headed to lie on the couch. He lay there, silent. The wounds on his back were screaming out as him, begging him to roll over on his side. He ignored it. He'd been in much worse straights before. Been in more pain before. Hell, the full moon alone was worse than this. Pain didn't bother him, not anymore. Not after the life he'd had to lead in order to survive before.
He lay there, listening. He couldn't hear Amanda in her room. Of course, it was after ten, so she might not have been awake. But, he should have been able to feel her in some way. Though, he was injured enough that he could be a bit distracted and unable to utilize them to their fullest ability.
He'd felt that familiar need building the last few days. He'd kept his distance, hoping to keep it at bay and that they could finally end whatever it was that they had started a little over six months ago. He'd thought it wouldn't be too hard, before he'd come to the city, it was never this hard to stay clear of women. Before, it'd been easy for him to ignore their advances. Then again, that was probably because of his survival instinct more than anything else…Jones didn't like others going after his females.
In the beginning, when he'd first started sleeping with Amanda, he probably could have left whenever he'd wanted. Now…he found it harder to go without being with her at least once between the full moons. He was growing soft towards her, he knew it and he suspected that she knew it as well. Then again, it might just have been because she was easily accessible, Max wasn't sure.
Max stood, closing his eyes at the pain in his shoulders, then headed toward Amanda's room. He pushed open the cracked door to find her bed empty.
He was surprised at the sharp disappointment he felt. He frowned.
It was strange. He knew that he felt little emotionally toward her, but.... It was as if she had become a habit. Something that he didn't need, but found himself doing despite having reservations against it.
Max stepped forward. He sat on her bed, and then lay atop it. Her scent was stronger here than anywhere else in the apartment. He lifted her blanket to breath in her scent. He felt his lower half react accordingly.
Before long, a frown came to Max's lips. He pulled the blanket from the side of the bed that he usually slept on. His scent was gone.
She must have washed it…
He paused for a moment, then stood. He fixed the bed back to the way it had been before, then strode out of the room. Maybe he should do the same. Give his life a thorough cleansing. He had some cash built up…and if all went as planned he wouldn't have a need to buy another car.
Max reached his room and lay atop his own bed. He thought back to the day he first moved in with Amanda. His mouth twitched thinking about it, threatening to pull downward. He really needed to find another place to live. This attachment he was starting to feel towards a human was beginning to piss him off.
He lay silently staring up at his ceiling until after midnight. Finally, he fell into an exhausted sleep.
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