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"Aw, what the fuck!" Devon griped, turning on his heel quickly.
Mac pulled out of Ansley, unpinning her from against the counter and releasing her neck, quickly pulling up his coveralls as Ansley slumped down the stained kitchen cabinets onto the floor, trying to find air.
"Thanks for the interruption, little brother..." Mac glared, still buttoning his coveralls, kicking the boxer shorts on the floor to Ansley.
"You wanted the dope, you got it," Devon replied, turning back around wagging a brown baggie in his hand, his eyes couldn't help but divert to the half-naked girl on the floor, not knowing how Mac noticed this.
"Get dressed, Cupcake. Now!" Mac shouted as Ansley languidly shimmied the shorts up her legs, pulling the elastic around her waist, never attempting to get up. Mac snatched the baggie from Devon's hand, "Thanks."
"You need me to babysit this week?" Devon smirked, running his fingers over his lips.
"Maybe. Might have to ride out to New Mexico on Thursday to deliver some more meth for Walter," Mac sighed, reaching out one arm to prop against the counter.
"She okay?" Devon motioned his head to Ansley, "Good thing I interrupted your love making session, you mighta killed her."
"She's fine! Aren't you, Cupcake?" Mac looked over his shoulder to her, as she weakly nodded. "See? She's fine," his voice was annoyed.
There was a long pause between the brothers, when Devon finally dismissed himself, "I better go. I had to get some more...medicine, for Reggie. She's probably real agitated."
"I can't believe you just leave her alone like that all the time," Mac shrugged.
"She's can't get away, I've got that house locked from the outside in and then some. Well, anyway, just get in touch with me if you need me to stop by. I'll babysit for my usual 20% of your and Walt's profit."
Mac grumbled but agreed, couldn't get much for free in this world.
"Regg, I'm home," Devon called out as he entered the home that once belonged to his mother.
Walking through the kitchen, he set his keys down on the table. The house was very quiet tonight as Devon entered the living room, as Reggie twitched and groaned in her sleep on the sofa. Devon sighed, making his way over to the girl, pushing a few sweaty strands of her hair from her face. Her body was soaked, she was crashing from the high, and hard. Her body was thin and very frail. Her once sunkissed glow was now pale and ashen. Devon questioned himself a million times if keeping her like this was the best thing, and a million times over he convinced himself he was completely sane. He was the only one who truly loved her and who could protect her from herself. Poor little Regina, always finding trouble.
Devon collapsed onto the suede Lay-Z-Boy, and grabbed the TV remote from the end table. Clicking on the TV, he turned the volume down low, so not to wake his resting sister. Flipping through the channels, Devon stopped, unable to believe his eyes. A newscaster, probably in his late thirties, behind the usual desk, in the usual suit and tie, was accompanied by a picture of a girl. Ansley.
"Tonight the FBI are asking the public to help locate a missing Californian woman. Ansley Lombardi, 29, from Chula Vista, CA has been missing since October of 2011. She was last seen at a gas station in Pioche, Nevada. It is believed she was traveling back to Tennessee where Lombardi is originally from. This case has been featured on our news cast before, but the family has now decided to get the federal authorities involved, convinced that their daughter is still alive. Lombardi's family, Greco and Kelly Lombardi, of Memphis, TN are pleading to the public to help them find their missing daughter. They are offering a $25,000 reward for her safe return or firm information on her whereabouts."
The screen cuts to a man, in his late fifties, salt and pepper hair. He has the same olive skin and brown eyes that Ansley does. "We just want our baby girl home. We firmly believe that there is foul play involved, a possibility she is being held against her will...she would have contacted us otherwise. We have had people searching nationwide, including some of the best bounty hunters, if she were dead, we would have a body by now. We will not stop looking for her." The screen switches back to the newscaster, "The family wants it known that their daughter has struggled with psychosis and extreme depression; she needs proper medication to help keep the symptoms of these illnesses under control. Lombardi, who owns one of the biggest Harley-Davidson dealerships in the Southeast is willing to negotiate if money is the object. It is believed Ansley Lombardi could be almost anywhere in the country, as she travels freely between CA and TN often-" Click, the television was turned off.
Devon sat perfectly still in his chair, even laboring his breathing, unable to believe what he just watched. Dollar signs floated in his mind while the sickening fear rolled into him, "They're still looking for her?" he asked himself.
