You worked at a local bar, just down the street of your apartment. Mace was a regular there and it was safe to say he took a liking to you.

When you didn't show up to work for a few days Mace just shrugged it off. Maybe you were just sick.

That was, until you came back with a few old cuts on your face and a black eye. "Hey," He said as he walked up to the bar counter. He couldn't deny the burning anger in his stomach. Who did that?