digging for gold
rated E. 7.8k. will/mack
And Will catches a glimpse of his future, maybe, Mack’s card the only thing in his wallet, his own long misplaced and gathering dust in some corner of a desk he never sits at, tied to a bank account he never sees, and of course he doesn’t have to ask for everyday minutiae but it’s only manners to get permission for the big ticket items, new watch, new chain, first class to the Amalfi coast, and sometimes Mack says yes, of course, baby, anything for my girl, and sometimes Mack says no, smile curling slow and mean and lazy around his incisors, and doesn’t give a reason why, and doesn’t have to, because it’s Mack’s money. Because he’s Mack’s girl.
