Settin' the godforsaken cave back up didn't take much time, so here i sat, bottle of beer in my hands, shit in my body, my leg twitching in a nervous gesture. The fuck?! Over the last 3 days I had some fuckin' good fun playing with this lil' brother of mine. When I came back from work to the Luna Mesa in the evenin' , he almost lost his shit. Jeez, what a picture! Still laughin' 'bout it! His eyes almost popped outta that useless skull of his. Never knew a person could be so white. Ha. Bet he's still chewin' his nails tryin' to figure out what's going on. Hadn't even talked to me.
Duh, the fuck did I do? They say playing with the paper-shit on a beer-bottle means sumthin' 'bout sexual frustation. Right. Got an itch? Go get a knife. So I left the cave to get some
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His heart beating up into his throat, Devon tried to call his last remaining strength as he stepped outta his car and moved through the sand towards hell's gate. Ever since he had seen Mac in the Luna Mesa, he couldn't find rest. Couldn't be with Reggi without thinking about Mac. No, he had to settle this. Had to know. Occupied with these thoughts, he didn't realize his target was close. To close. Bam! Mac ran into Devon on his way out of the gave. "Look who found his way home!" Mac's voiced mocked happyness while he shoved Devon back. In his calm and collected way, still thinking he had the upper hand, Devon faced his brother.
"Shoulda known you wouldn't go down like this" "Yeah? Do ya? Funny, thinkin' ya left me outta there, next to this rottin' bitch of ya's" Mac smirked down at the slightly shorter man, his fould teeth showing clear. "She never was mine" Cocking an eyebrow, Devon lowered his voice. "Reggi is. And you leave her alone" Mac laughed at the slight threat Dev tried to fit into those words. "Whatcha gonna do? Huh? Kill me?" Roaring a laughter, he pushed Devon aside and went to his truck. Wheeling around in the middle of a step, he extended a forefinger to point at Devon and walked backwards for 3 steps while saying "Don'tcha dare getting' into my way again, lil' brother. Ya won't survive this" And bam, the car door shut and Devon was left alone in the desert of Utah, back at the place where everything had started.
Perfect! That what was went through Mac's mind on his way back into the little shithole called civilization. He knew that Devon had to run errands for Walter today and it was a safe bet that this visit was a "before I run out of fucks to give"- thing. Meaning: Devon would be gone for some time.
No need to be sneaky about this. He parked right infront the house and went straight for the room he knew Reggi was in.
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Closing the door behind me silently, I leaned against it and just watched. Regina sat on the bed, her face hollow, her eyes empty. Big shirt and panties. Aside from markings on her wrist where she had been bound, she looked unharmed. Physically at least. But given that she didn't react, just looked at me, I knew she was done. "Be seein' ya, 'memba?" my voice was low. I liked what I saw. Her nice blonde hair was clean and brushed. Bet the lil' fucker treated her like a doll.
There was almost no reaction on her face. Just a little flinch when she realized it was me. But she still only faced the floor. I went over to the bed and set down next to her. Uhg, and I thought my dirty ol' matress in the cave smelled bad? The fuck was this shit? Slowly, I let the tips of my fingers travel up her spine while I leaned in to whisper into her ear "Havin' fun with my lil' bro, huh? Lookin' good, Regina" Delibertaly calling her by her full name, I let my fingers slip into her hair. No reaction. "Actually, ya look like shit. Wanna get outta here?" I gave her a second to reply. No answer. "Shame" Strocking her cheeky, I pulled her head to me on her chin, starting into those eyes before simply letting go and backing up.
Back in my truck, I stared at the unlocked door for a second. No, this wouldn't take to long.