Reggie is off the bench and in Mac's arms before she can blink. He crushes her to him taking her breath even as he walks away with her. He smuggles her out, tossing his coveralls at her before he climbs back over the fence. Reggie takes off her robe and puts the coveralls on over her pyjamas. They let you wear your own pyjamas most of the time.

Then Mac boosts her up on to the wall and climbs up himself and hauls her down after him. He has her in a car and they're driving away before she knows where she is.

"You came." She is in tears now. He was here, he'd come for her. Months of agony released from her and she lay her head back on the seat and let the tears come. She could see Mac's jaw clenching and knew he wasn't happy with her. It doesn't register that it's not her that Mac is furious with, it's Devon and Walter.

"Told you I'd come when you were eighteen." He cut himself off before he apologised for taking so long. He didn't fucking apologise. "Need to get you sorted out, what were they feeding you?" He can see Reggie doesn't understand his question. Fuck, she was like a child. Mac's fury at Devon escalated. He wanted nothing more than to peel the skin from his bones with his teeth, keeping him alive as long as possible so he felt every torturous second for what had been done to his property.

"Hey!" Mac snaps at Reggie as she begins to doze now that she has finished crying. "Girl, what drugs they pumping into you?" Reggie frowns and shakes her head.

"Never told me, just 'take your meds'" she mimics the nurse's thrice daily instructions perfectly and Mac smiles against his will at her. She frowns. "Gave me a shot for birth control and I heard them say names that all sounded like they had a Z in them." She closes her eyes again as she basks in Mac's company and he lets her.

Mac drives stopping for nothing but gas until they reach Las Vegas. He takes a room in a motel in a part of town he and Walter are not known using his grandmothers maiden name and paying cash. Then he makes a call. He has carried Reggie inside and stripped the coveralls off her, she's in her pyjamas now. When the guy turns up he tells him what Reggie had said. The guy leaves and when he returns he has two bags filled with a clear liquid as well as some other meds. He gives Mac instructions and Mac pays him and turns to Reggie. He grabs the tubing out of his kit and ties off her arm, tapping her elbow to bring up a vein. He curses as he sees the pinpricks dotting her skin already. She wasn't just getting oral meds.

When the vein presents Mac inserts the IV and unties the tubing. Then he hangs the bag and lets the new drug flush the old ones from her body. It has a sedative in it too so he leaves and comes back a couple of hours later with some clothes for her. She has wet the bed in her sleep. Mac curses at himself more than Reggie, He should have set her up in the bathroom, he was a fucking idiot.

Cleaning her off he strips the bed and leaves her on the floor then he takes a shower and piles the sheets in the bathtub and carries her in with the IV in place being careful not to rip it out. He settles her in the tub, re-hangs the IV again and then he waits. He can smell the drugs in the sweat dripping off her body. Sickly sweet and cloying. He stands and opens the small barred window above the tub and sits down on the floor again.

Ignoring his unease with Reggie's complete and utter stillness Mac picks at his scabs as he waits for the IV to empty, then he hooks up the second one. When he does this he realises he's hungry so he heads out for food. He gets something for Reggie, she'll need it when she awakens. And he stocks up on fluids as well.

Back at the hotel he looks in on Reggie, she hasn't moved other than to sweat buckets he thinks. She reeks now but he'll leave cleaning her until she's up and lucid again.

The next thing Mac is aware of is the housekeeping knock. He answers it and lets them in to change the sheets disappearing into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He moves Reggie and takes the soiled sheets from under her and throws them out for the maid to take. He ignores their voice saying they'll be charged extra. He throws some cash at them and shuts the bathroom door in their face before opening it again and demanding extra towels.

Sitting on the toilet seat now Mac decides to change hotels as soon as Reggie can move. Looking at her she resembles someone who has been in his cave. As he thinks that he hears the maid muttering as she finishes her cleaning and shuts the door. He's thankful his mother taught him Spanish before she fucked off on him. Yes, he was El Loco Diablo, the crazy devil but she didn't think he was crazy enough to report. But it was better to be cautious now.

Absently Mac palms his cock. He's sitting there as he watches Reggie sleep. Her pyjamas are clinging to her thin frame. Anger lights in his eyes as his gaze rakes over her. He'll never tire of looking at her, she is his property. But he is beyond angry at the weight she has lost. Getting up Mac opens the bathroom door. He puts the chain on the room door and goes back, sitting down and watching Reggie again. She is still sweating, it rolls down her face and neck, into her cleavage. Mac looks at her before moving closer. He looks at her pyjamas before he pulls a buck knife from his boot. He slices off her clothes, letting them lay under her in the tub. It's the first time that he's careful not to cut a woman's flesh.

The concentration it takes is arousing in itself. Making sure he slides the blade along her skin, not digging in, just gliding over her like so…Mac finds himself gliding the blade over Reggie's naked skin long after her clothes are gone. He moves her enough that he can see her left side. He wasn't dreaming. She was a fucked as he was, framing his mark on her. Mac places his palm on his framed mark as he closes his eyes. This, this woman was his. He would kill to keep her, kill to have her and kill her if she ever left him.

Mac kneels back swallowing his dry throat as he watches Reggie sleep away the drugs in her system. He looked at her. She'd always been smooth since he'd first touched her when she was fifteen but now she had hair on her legs and her underarms and her pussy. She'd always kept it there and while it didn't bother him, her other hair did. Mac stands and looks at the stuff he's bought her. He grabs the shaving cream and the package of fucking lady razors. Fuck he had felt so stupid buying those, but he'd manned up and bought them. For her.

But he was in the mood for fun so he was gonna shave her while she slept. Grinning Mac propped up one of her underarms and shook and then sprayed the shaving cream on her armpit. Then he took one of the razors and slowly and carefully which again was a turn on in itself he shaved her armpit. Putting her arm down without rinsing off the leftover shaving cream Mac repeated the process with her other armpit.

When he has finished he stops temporarily to undress himself. He wants to fuck Reggie now but reigns himself in. After last time he won't do her until she's conscious and ready for him. This time anyway. He steps into the tub, his legs sliding around her body as he finds enough purchase to sit down on the side of the tub. Then he slowly and carefully shaves first one leg and then the other, lifting, angling and bending them as required. When he has finished he strokes her legs, fingers winding through the leftover shaving cream leaving trails on her skin. He plays with it, swirling patterns on her smooth hairless flesh.

And the more he plays the move his eyes are drawn to her pubic hair. What would she be like shaved? She was his property, it was his choice whether or not she was. Pursing his lips Mac takes another razor and shakes the shaving cream again. He rearranges Reggie's legs until he has her exposed and vulnerable to him. His cock is hard enough to pound fucking nails now. He bends over and ignoring himself he shaves her carefully, mound and lips. When he's finished he leans back and bracing an arm on the opposite wall he starts to jerk off. He wants to mark her bare skin as it has never been marked before.

Hanging his head and closing his eyes to everything but his hand Mac thinks of Reggie posed as he wants her, legs spread, eyes open. Wanting and needing him, begging for him. And him deciding when and how he'll take her. Whether he'll let her come. Stroking his cock harshly, twisting it as he tugs on it, Mac pushes toward an orgasm. He moans loudly the sound echoing off the bathroom walls as his seed spurts from his body and splashes down on Reggie. Marking her. He smells himself and her as well. Come and sweat and piss and pure unadulterated woman. His woman. His eyes fly open when he hears an answering moan. Looking down he sees her eyes fluttering at him.

"Hey there pretty girl." He says to her softly.

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Reggie tries to open her eyes. It is hard, they feel like they're weighed down. When she finally lifts her lids she sees Mac.

"You came." She says to him as she tries to push herself up.

"Easy now," He says to her as he leans over her. She feels a sting on her arm and smells blood. Looking down she sees a small amount well from a puncture on her inner arm. Then Mac is there, leaning over here, looking at her. "You thirsty?" Reggie nods, she is.

It's only when Mac stands that Reggie registers he is naked. She looks down, she is naked too. Frowning she slowly moves a hand down, wiping stuff off her body. She smears it in her hand and brings it up to her nose, smelling it. It smells like Mac. She licks it tentatively and realises it's his come. He had come on her, marking her. Reggie sucks her fingers into her mouth, tasting Mac for the first time in nearly two years. She moans again as his essence explodes on her tongue.

Before her fingers can scrape up more of him her jaw is caught in an iron grasp. Reggie moans and pushes into his hand. "Shh, girl. I'm not going anywhere, let's get you fixed up first, then we'll play." He pushes a sport drink at her and Reggie takes it, drinking it down. Mac waits and then replaces her drink with plain water telling her to drink slowly. She disobeys him however and slugs it down. No sooner has she finished than it comes straight back up again. She tries to move to the toilet but Mac pushes her down in the tub.

Reggie can't keep it down and she vomits all over herself. Splattering her body now with bright blue liquid from the Gatorade as well as the water. "Fucking told you to take it slow, stupid fucking bitch!" Mac curses her. Reggie looks at him in anger as she dry heaves, her body trying to sick up its own stomach lining.

"Water." She croaks, her throat is killing her.

"Gonna fucking listen and take is slow?" Mac questions her as he continues to keep her in the bathtub.

Shooting a look of fury up at him Reggie merely nods. Mac's hand leaves her as he leaves the room and he is back with another Gatorade and bottle of water. This time the Gatorade is red. Reggie takes both, her hands are still trembling but she is feeling alert. She opens the Gatorade first and drinks it slow and steady as ordered. Then she opens the water and does the same. She is wincing at her own smell now.

"I need to bathe." She says as she finishes the water.

"When you keep that down for ten minutes you can move girl." Mac says as he takes the bottles and throws them into the basin.

"Pretty girl." Reggie says.

Mac snorts. "Not at the moment." He doesn't pretend to misunderstand what Reggie was saying.

"I will be" Reggie speaks again as she leans her head back and closes her eyes, letting the liquids settle in her stomach. "I need food." A minute later she feels something press against her lips. An apple. She ignores her smell as she bites into the apple. When she has finished that Mac hands her a piece of jerky.

"Need protein." He says as Reggie chews it slowly.

"Protein is a steak." She speaks as she chews.

"Yeah, you'll get that later." Reggie looks up at Mac, she can't remember the last time she had a steak.

"Promise?" She asks. Her voice trembles as she asks the question. Mac merely nods. Reggie closes her eyes again as she finishes the jerky. Then Mac hands her another bottle of water and a couple of tablets.

"Vitamins." He answers her unasked question. Reggie snorts. And Mac almost smiles at her. "Fucking take them, I won't hurt you that way and you know it girl."

"Pretty girl." Reggie says again.

"No fucking way." Mac disagrees and Reggie pokes her tongue out at him. Before she can blink his mouth swoops down on hers, his lips closing and his teeth clamping on her tongue, biting it viciously. Reggie clasps the back of his head, trying to hold him to her as her other hand continues to hold her water bottle. She flinches when one of his hands twists a nipple, pulling on it at the same time.

"When you're clean, you'll be my pretty girl again." Mac says as he pulls back and so saying he turns the shower on over her full blast. On cold. Reggie's shriek could have broken glass. And Mac's chuckle was evil. He stood back watching as she pulled herself upright and nearly overbalanced reaching for the hot water tap. She was still unsteady.

Mac stepped in behind her, his hands batting hers away from the taps. "Hot or warm?" He asks her.

"Warm." Reggie is not cold but she wants to be clean. She takes the soap the motel provided and starts to clean herself. Mac's arm reaches out to the vanity and he picks up the shampoo he'd brought. Nothing fancy, one of those two-in-one deals. He opens it and squirts it directly on Reggie's head and then his own. Leaving hers he quickly shampoo's himself and leans over Reggie and rinses his hair even as his own hands start to shampoo her hair.

Moaning as his fingers scratch her scalp Reggie just leans back on Mac. She lets her mind wander but comes up blank. She has no memory of how she'd gotten here. "How did we get here? And where is here?" She asks Mac softly.

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Fuck, what the hell was he supposed to say to that? Mac ignores her while he shampoos her hair. When he bends her head forward to rinse her off he grabs the soap and cleans himself down. Fucking Devon. She had no fucking memory at all. Mac's mind works as it hasn't worked since before he'd started using. Anything he could do to Devon would never ever be enough to punish him for fucking with Mac's property.

Mac makes sure they're both clean and then he steps out of the tub. He walks into the bedroom naked and grabs a towel on the bed. Hitching it around his hips he takes another two and goes back to Reggie. She has gotten out of the tub and is standing in the centre of the small room. Mac pushes the towels at her. "Get dry and we'll talk." Back in the room he looks at his bag. He could take a hit, a hit would help. Just one. He moves to the bag but is pulled up by Reggie's scent enveloping him. She is in the room now. One towel wrapping her hair up and the other around her body. Mac jerks his head at the bed and she sits down. He takes the only chair and sits facing her.

"The last thing you remember?" He asks her without preamble. He needs to know how far back he has to go. He watches Reggie frown as she works back through the Swiss cheese that is now her memory. His fury at Devon rises again and his hands clench. Knuckles bunching and writhing under his skin like snakes. He screams at himself in his head that now is not the time for anything but finding out what Reggie does and doesn't know.

"Devon and I went riding, he had a fight with Mum." She frowns trying to recall anything else. Then she speaks distractedly. "And I'm eighteen now." But she frowns more. "But I wasn't then, I was, I hadn't had my birthday. But it's the last thing I remember, except for Devon singing happy birthday" Her breath is hitching and suddenly Mac is rocked as she literally throws herself into his arms. Fuck. He clasps her to him as his mind slowly starts to work out what he needed to tell her and how he needs to tell her. Reggie's hold on his neck tightens. "I have nightmares. But they're not nightmares are they?" She questions him as she looks up at him. Mac shakes his head.

Reggie closes her eyes and leans on Mac for some time. He holds her not knowing what else to do. And then she speaks.

"Did you do that to me in front of them?" Mac nods. "Twice?" he nods again. "And that other man with the long hair…he, he took me too?"

"Yes." He gives her the respect of a physical answer this time.

"He hurt me, you hurt me." Reggie tells him.

"I know." Mac answers. He doesn't apologise. Reggie taps the heel of her hand to her forehead as she thinks some more.

"And Devon as well?" Mac shakes his head.

"Fucker couldn't man up." Reggie looks at him.

"Why did you do that to me?" Her voice is calm making Mac all the more angry that she is accepting of what he and Rick had done to her.

"Rick spiked my drink."

"And that gives you reason to use me like that?" Mac pushes her off him and onto the bed, his fingers scratch at the scabs and sores on his legs. His towel has fallen away without him realising.

"We fucking killed him didn't we?" He snarls at Reggie who looks back at him and frowns. The heel of her hand pushes at her forehead again. Then she looks up at him.

"We wouldn't have if he hadn't gotten hooked up though." And that sentence calms Mac. He looks over at her, he stops moving as he focuses on her completely.

"I would have." He says. "When I came down and realised what we'd done, I would have found him and cut his throat and drank his blood while I skinned him alive and fed him to the coyotes. He fucked with my property. No one does that and gets to live." Reggie's mouth opens as she looks at him. Mac sees her pupils have dilated and her arousal suddenly scents the room.

And he is on her, his body pushing hers down, tearing away the towel around her body even as she spreads her legs for him. Mac just pushes his cock inside her as Reggie's arms wind around his shoulders, holding him to her as tight as she can. Fuck, she is hot and wet and she feels like home.

Mac fucks her hard and fast with no thought to her pleasure. This moment is about him, his claiming her, his marking her. His mouth opens on the pulse he can see fluttering in her neck, right over the scar from the bite he'd given her in the cave. He sucks her this time though, bruising her skin for days he sucks her so hard. His cock is battering her and he can tell from her silence he is hurting her but he doesn't care. Reggie is his, he is taking what is his. His hips piston hard and fast as his balls draw up and he explodes inside Reggie for the third time.

This time though he is not high. And this is the time he's going to remember for the rest of his life. This is the time that matters. As Mac throws his head back in pleasure his fucking pretty girl leans up and latches her mouth over his old bite mark and she returns the favour, sucking on him. Bruising him. Mac groans and fucks her harder through his orgasm, shuddering in pleasure as he feels her biting him as well as sucking. Fuck.

When he eventually stops moving Reggie opens her jaw, releasing him and lays back on the bed, simply looking up at Mac. He stares down at her, cock still hard inside her. He hasn't had her nearly enough. Before she can say anything he pulls out and moves down on the bed, licking at her newly bared lips he sucks on them, his tongue lashing them as he bruises her skin there as well. Her fucking pussy is going to be one giant bruise by the time he was finished with it.

Mac feels Reggie squirming under his hands and mouth. He was arousing her with his biting and sucking.

He pulls back. "You want something pretty girl?" He asks her, playing dumb.

Reggie smiles at him. "Burns." Is all she answers as she smiles at Mac. Her smile makes him think of a black widow spider spinning her web.

"Yeah, you want me to help you with that pretty girl?" Reggie nods. "Tell me." Mac punctuates his order by leaning down and taking one of her lips in his teeth he bites down hard. Not enough to break the skin, but enough to make Reggie hurt the way she likes.

"Tongue." Reggie says as she arches her back, pushing her hips down for him, spreading her legs further.

"Where do you want my tongue pretty girl?"

"In me, on me, making me come." Reggie's words spew from her mouth and Mac obeys every one. His mouth is voracious as he takes her, makes her his again. His right hand presses down on her pelvis, right over his framed bite mark. He feels the scar rubbing against his palm and he unconsciously sinks his teeth into one of Reggie's lips, tearing at her until he breaks the skin, marking her there as well. And then his left hand enters her, his fingers searching the spot he'd found in her last time and stroking over it, causing her to come over and over for him.

Then his tongue and teeth bite and lick at her clit and Reggie orgasms for him there as well. Mac keeps pushing her though, stroking and biting and licking her over and over. He wants to wipe any part of the cave experience from her brain, he wants her to remember nothing but him, here and now, nothing of their past in the cave with the others. Only them, together.

He continues on, forcing orgasms from Reggie even after he is causing her pain, wanting her to be mired in nothing but him, to know nothing but him and the particular brand of pleasure-pain only he can give her. That he is made to give her.

He stops only when Reggie is a crying bleeding mass of pain and exposed raw nerve endings. When she can barely breathe for her sobbing pleasure. Then Mac crawls up the bed beside her. Lying on his back he licks her blood and come from his fingers and then drags her to him. She falls exhaustedly into sleep and Mac follows her.

It is the first time he has ever slept in the same bed with a woman.

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Reggie wakes slowly, hurting from head to toe. Her body is stiff and she is thirsty. Mac is sleeping beside her. She smiles. He came for her. Finally. Stretching carefully she smells herself and pulls a face. Sliding carefully from the bed she moves back to the shower and takes another one. She shrugs over the pyjamas and comes back to the bedroom naked. The clock says it's early but she is wide awake.

Looking around she sees the bags and glancing at Mac's form she shrugs and takes a look. She grabs another apple and bottle of water and munching and drinking she looks through the rest of the bags. Yes, he'd bought clothes. She pulls on the underwear, followed by the jeans and t-shirt. Then glancing at Mac again she looks through his bag as well. Coming across the bag of meth she holds it in her hand looking at it thoughtfully.

Rubbing the heel of her hand against her forehead Reggie tries to make more sense of some things. Conversations she'd heard. Still holding the bag, Reggie sits in the chair Mac had sat in last night, she rests her feet on the bed and watches Mac steadily while her fractured mind tries to put pieces together like a jigsaw puzzle. She pushes at each piece until she thinks she has a clear picture of her life from that day in the cave. But what she doesn't know, she has no doubt Mac will fill in the blanks with what he knows as well. But the drugs in his bag, they were an unknown equation and she wasn't happy about them.

Reggie looks back at Mac's bag. There was a wad of cash in it, a large one. She could take it and be gone and never see him or Devon again for the rest of her life. She thought about it, seriously thought about it. But she knew that wouldn't work. She'd always be looking over her shoulder for either one of them. And it was only one of them that she never wanted to see again anyway.

Mac stirs and Reggie finishes her water waiting for him to wake, she has questions. She bounces the bag of meth in her hand while she waits.

As Mac slowly wakes Reggie stands and opens the curtains, looking at the clock she sees its just gone seven AM. "Need to move motels today." Mac speaks without saying good morning.

"Yes, fine." Reggie answers him. "I have questions you need to answer for me."

"I need to answer pretty girl?" There is a sneer in Mac's voice. Why did she find that, find him attractive?

"Yes. You man enough to answer them without taking any of this?" Reggie tosses the bag of meth on the bed and Mac stills, looking at it.

"Going through my things?" She just nods. Mac looks at her. "Do that again we're gonna have trouble." She just nods again.

"Lie to me and we're gonna have trouble. The one thing I ask, you never lie to me. Ever, no matter how vile the truth is, you never lie." Reggie says all of this tonelessly, no inflection in her voice whatsoever. Mac believes her. She has his blood, if she makes a threat, she'll follow through. It's his turn to nod.

Reggie begins. "Did you use drugs before that day in the cave?"

"No."

"Are you still doing them?"

"Not for the past couple of weeks." She considers her next question as she looks at him.

"Why do you say I'm your property?" Mac pauses, he hadn't expected this question.

"Your mother traded you for herself, to save her own skin." Reggie frowns.

"How long ago?"

"When you were ten." She frowns, putting things together in her head.

"The year you gave her the burns?" Mac nods.

"Okay," Reggie pauses, "I heard Devon call someone Dad but I remember our parents died, that night I think. Am I right?"

"That your parents are dead? Yes."

"Then who have I heard Devon calling Dad?" Mac purses his lips as he looks at Reggie.

"You sure you want to know the answer to this?" Reggie frowns as she looks at him. He has never displayed concern for her like this before. That more than anything tells her she will not like the answer to this.

"Tell me. I need to know."

"Okay then, my father, Walter…" Reggie interrupts.

"The bar owner?" Mac nods again.

"Yeah, my father is Devon's father as well. He and your mother were fucking each other before I was born." He says no more waiting to see if Reggie will connect the dots. He thinks she will.

Reggie can tell he's waiting for her to pick up on something. She knows full well that Mac will only ever be fully honest with her if she asks the right question. And it suddenly drops into her mind. She is Walter's daughter. She and Mac are brother and sister as she and Devon are. But they don't share a mother. Reggie closes her eyes as half-remembered scenes and conversations and looks make themselves known to her from the past year.

"Devon knows, how? When did he find out?" Mac shakes his head.

"Ain't the old man's favourite, he don't share shit like that with me." Reggie frowns as she notices the change in his tone and voice timber.

"Why don't you like Devon? He's your brother."

"He's a fucking psycho." Mac snaps at Reggie. She surprises him by simply laughing.

"Think we all are, don't you…brother?" She says to him slowly.

Mac's smile crawls across his face. He knew she was smart, knew she'd figure it out and he knew she was strong enough to deal with it. Before he can say anything else Reggie asks another question.

"Does Walter know about your drugs and stuff?"

"Yeah, he's the boss. I cook, manage people when they need to be managed, he does everything else."

"Meaning you murder them." Reggie states this. "So that story you told me, about your private cave. That's true? You have a private cave and you take women there?"

"Yes pretty girl, took a friend of yours there not too long ago." Reggie narrows her eyes at him.

"Don't you ever lie to me again Mac. You got that? I'll take anything and everything else and I'll ask for more. But don't you lie to me." Mac's ire rises at her orders. He is off the bed grasping her arms and hauling her out of the chair up against him before she can say anything else.

"You think you can tell me what to do? Order me the fuck around, that your cunt can mind-fuck me the way it fucks my cock?" He pushes Reggie in fury and she careens back against the table, scattering the fruit and water he'd bought for her. He watches, breathing heavily as she stands upright and starts stripping.

"That made you hot?" He asks her sarcastically.

"No, but it made you hot and I figure if I strip now I'll save the clothes." Her words calm Mac's storm, his heart rate settles and he watches as her skin is revealed to him. The bruise on her neck is obvious, so dark it's almost black, it looks almost a leech on her skin.

Her narrow frame, she has not an ounce of excess flesh on her now. Her breasts, firm and high, nipples beading in the cool air of the room. Her pussy, bruised and puffy from his treatment last night. "You still bleeding?" He asks her abruptly.

"No, I'm good." Reggie stands there waiting for him to take her. And Mac suddenly wants to do the unexpected. Stepping toward her he kneels and kisses her stomach. The unborn foetus that he'd done away with several months ago flits through his mind as he rubs his rough cheek on Reggie's smooth stomach, his hand brushes over his mark on her, nails scraping it lightly.

"Got any more questions for me pretty girl?" Mac asks softly. His other fingers slide between her lips, working inside her, testing to see how wet she is for him.

"Just one for now." Mac moves his head, kissing slowly over Reggie's stomach, his tongue winding into her belly button before he moves to his bite on her flesh where he kisses the scars softly.

"Yeah? What's that then?" He pushes his fingers in Reggie, looking for that spot that turns her inside out but she speaks before he can find it and he freezes.

"What. The. Fuck?" he questions. "You fucking serious?" Reggie nods. "Why?" He notes that he hadn't said no straight out and realised that he should have thought of doing this himself. His pretty girl was smart, he'd do well to remember that and to take her mind into consideration in the future.

"Because it's the only way you'll have leverage, though I don't expect you to use it for a while. I want to go back, see what is what."

"Why?" Mac questions again. He knows he should be flat-out refusing but the twisted tunnel her mind was taking was a fucking turn on to be honest.

"Because I like the idea of making him implode from the inside out. If he's as psycho as you say then he's cunning, if our parents are dead and they died before I was eighteen then my Dad's will made Devon my guardian. If he's had me institutionalised all this time then I have no doubt he's done anything legal he possibly could to keep control over me. You killing him would probably put me in the hands of the state or something weird." Mac stands and looks down at the woman in front of him.

She was a woman, not a girl though he thinks he'd forever call her his 'pretty girl' she was a force to be reckoned with that was for fucking sure. He moves back to the bed and sits down on it. Unconsciously he mimics Reggie's habit of pressing his heel to his forehead as his mind tries to cope with what she'd said, what she'd suggested, what she'd asked of him.

Flopping back on the bed Mac lets his hands fall to his sides and his hand lands on the bag of meth. A hit of that now would make everything go away. Before his hand can clasp it however it is torn from underneath and there is a weight on his lap. He opens his eyes to see Reggie straddling him. She looks down at him expressionless as Mac stares up at her.

His property, she was his. And the fucked up thing was she wanted to be his. "Fuck." He says tiredly. "Fuck, yeah." And the smile the blooms across her face carried such sick promise Mac's cock rose to meet it with glee. He feels Reggie move on the bed and then he is sliding inside her hot, wet heat. Fuck that felt good.

Sliding his hands up her thighs Mac feels hers catch them and bring them to her breasts, pressing them there. Then she leans down, hovers over him as she works her pussy on his cock. Mac opens his eyes and looks at her green ones. He fancies he sees her soul peeking insanely out at him as they stare at each other. And as he looks he sees just how her soul fits his. Like they were fucking made for each other.

Clenching his hands on her breasts Mac pulls her all the way down until her mouth brushes his. She presses down on him suddenly, her tongue thrusting into his mouth as his moves back into hers. She bites down on him and Mac groans as his cock jerks in response. She was such a fucking cunt. She knew him so fucking well he was almost scared. But then her hands threaded through his hair before they fisted and yanked and Mac shot up on the bed and Reggie laughed into his mouth.

Her hands moved to his shoulders, holding him to her as she started to move. She was awkward not having had sex in this position. Mac slid his hands from her breasts to her hips and grabbed her, helped her establish their rhythm. And then looking up at her he dug his ragged nails into her skin and dragged them down her smooth thighs that he'd shaved for her not even a day ago. Reggie's head fell back on her neck and Mac smiled as he saw his bite mark and bruise there. She was his. She'd always be his.

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Reggie clenched on Mac and moaned as he scratched her legs. It made her think of something else and she raised her head. Opening her eyes she looked at Mac. "You shaved me." She sees his smile crawl across his face. She knows he'd had fun doing it because he'd come on her. "You shaved all of me." He smiled wider. "You like me that way?" Mac purses his lips as he thinks for a few seconds before he shrugs.

"S'mine either way, if I want it shaved I'll tell you." Typical Reggie thinks.

"Whatever." She leans back, holding onto his beautiful shoulders and she picks up the rhythm he'd had her set. Moving faster she looks down at Mac. His blue eyes, high cheekbones, scruffy face and his moles. And those lips, those wonderfully dirty, filthy expert lips. Though Reggie had realised just this morning that Mac's physical shell was nothing compared to his mind. His mind was dark and twisted and full of caverns that were so deep one could get lost in them. And it was his mind that Reggie was realising would keep her, not his looks or the way he called to her most base nature, it was his mind, because it matched her own as she was beginning to know it.

Reggie clenches herself on Mac and starts to move with purpose. Up and down and Mac matches her. She lets go of one of his shoulders to touch herself, fingers flicking across her clit. Mac froze for a second when he saw her doing that and then groaned. "Fuck, yes." Reggie smiled as she leaned down, resting her forehead on his shoulder. She guessed he liked that then. Continuing to work herself up and down Reggie moved her fingers on her clit in tiny circles. She wanted to come with Mac inside her, she needed to. They hadn't done that yet.

Feeling Mac's lips suddenly close around a nipple Reggie moans as his teeth scrape and bite at her. She holds him tighter with her left hand as her right moves on herself. She feels her orgasm moving closer. "Come with me." She says to Mac. He looks at her even as she feels his hips jerk and fuck her harder as he speaks.

"Just lucky I'm letting you come at all pretty girl." He speaks as Reggie boils over in orgasm and her head falls back again. She feels Mac's mouth back at her breasts, biting and sucking and then as she clamps down on him in orgasm he spurts inside her as well. Reggie moans, he is so hot inside her, she can feel him.

Mac lies back pulling her with him. Reggie lay on his chest, listening to his heartbeat return to normal. He felt like home. Sometime later she moved off Mac and sat up again. Then she moved getting off the bed. Going into the bathroom Reggie looks at herself in the mirror. She wasn't the same person she'd been twelve months ago, she never would be again. But, she could build on that she thought, she could building something from the ashes of who she had been.

Following her into the bathroom Mac stands behind her. She looks at them both in the mirror. He was her brother, she was fucking her brother. She was in love with her brother. Pressing the heels of both hands to her forehead this time Reggie closes her eyes as panic threatens to overwhelm her. Mac distracts her by taking her hair in a bruising grip.

"Hey," he speaks. "Look at me." Reggie looks at him in the mirror lowering her hands. "This was your fucking sick idea, you'll make it work." Reggie sighs and leans back on his warm chest.

"You're my home now." She says simply. Mac snorts as he lets her go and climbs into the bathtub.

"Likewise pretty girl." Reggie smiles as she grabs a toothbrush and cleans her teeth.

"You promised me a steak last night, I'm collecting." She hears another short over the shower as steam fills the room.

When she is dressed again she watches Mac clean up. He bags all of their rubbish to take and then looks around the room. When he sees her looking at him he answers her unasked question. "Less of yourself you leave the better." Reggie nods and takes it one step further. Grabbing a towel she starts wiping down what she can remember touching as well as what she'd seen Mac touch.

They leave the room and several blocks away Mac throws away their rubbish. He takes out the page he'd torn from the phone book in the room and then a map and they drive to their destination. When they're there he parks and they walk up the steps.

About halfway up he stops and looks at Reggie. "You sure about this?" She looks over at him. And she smiles at him as she sees for the first time uncertainty in his eyes.

"I'm sure." Mac nods and they continue up the steps.

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Reggie scrapes her plate with the hash brown and puts the last bite in her mouth. She was stuffed. She moaned in pleasure. "God that was fantastic."

"Yeah well, you need your energy girl." Reggie looks at Mac from under her lashes. He is looking at her with a heavy gaze. She feels the familiar burn that his look has always made her feel start to sweep through her body.

"Pretty girl." She answers him taking up her juice and finishing it off.

"Maybe." Is all Mac answers as he finishes off his coffee. He looks out the window, lost in thought. Reggie knows what he's thinking. She's thinking the same.

"Let's get out of here, find a new place." She stands as she speaks and Mac looks up at her slyly, his mind back in the present.

"Gonna fuck you over good girl." He says softly. He watches with pleasure the pulse jump in Reggie's neck but she merely looks at him smiling softly.

"Put your money where your mouth is Mac." Mac laughs as he stands. His pretty girl was never boring that's for sure.

They pay and leave the restaurant. Mac drives, looking for what he wants. Something a bit nicer but not something where people are going to take notice and still not in a place he would be recognised as Walter's son.

A little while later he finds it and Reggie stays in the car as he checks in, again using his grandmothers maiden name and paying cash. When they get to the room Reggie opens the door and Mac pushes her across the threshold following behind with their couple of bags. When he closes the door he puts the chain across as well as the inner safety bolt. He stands back while Reggie closes the curtains, darkening the room and giving them privacy. Then he watches as she looks over at him and pulls the sheets back, turning down the bed.

Mac feels his arousal for Reggie unfurl from his gut. This girl was going to be the fucking death of him, he knew it. She was like a fire in his blood, something he was never going to quench. It would rage in him until he drew his last breath. And as he feels his arousal rage Mac lets his animal out of its cage.

He leaps, knocking Reggie to the bed as he kisses her, teeth tearing at her lips, biting her, breaking the skin. He sucks on her lip as he does so, swallowing the blood that he draws into his mouth. Reggie moans under him, exacting her own punishment by biting Mac in return. He rears back, he always fucking forgets she bites until she actually does. She laughs at him, her teeth already stained again with their blood.

Then his mouth is on her ear, he bites the lobe nearly tearing it before he bites down her neck. Reggie repays him in kind and Mac's skin everywhere she touches feels like it's on fire, he's so sensitive to her. He finds himself shivering and pushing into her like a fucking cat, wanting more of her, whatever she will give. But that is wrong. He doesn't accept. He takes. And so he continues biting and sucking down Reggie's body, ripping her clothes when they get in his way.

When at her breasts Mac's hands clasp them, palming them before he squeezes them, his fingers dig into the soft skin there and he scratches, raising welts. Reggie is his, he will do with her what he wants and no one will stop him. Yanking on her jeans Mac pulls them off turning them inside out in the process. Then doing nothing more than opening his own pants he fucks straight into Reggie harshly.

Reggie groans under him, arching her back, tilting her hips for more. Mac smiles. His pretty girl. She matched him in every way. Mac pushes his fingers into her mouth. "Suck, get 'em wet." He doesn't say what he's going to do with them. Reggie obeys him, Mac shudders as he feels her tongue winding around his fingers like a rattlesnake about to strike, it's flicking at him, hard and fast.

Then he draws them away, pink saliva drips down Reggie's chin and Mac is there to claim it as his own as well. Pushing up one of Reggie's legs Mac slides his hand down between her leg and his hip and without any preparation he pushes two spit-slicked fingers inside Reggie's anus. It isn't a good hurt, he can tell straight away, it's just hurting. But he keeps going and she doesn't tell him to stop. She simply closes her eyes and breathes through the pain.

His pretty girl, she was telling the truth when she said she'd come back for more. That she'd ask for more and…Mac's brain stops on that thought. "Ask me for more." He says to Reggie as he stops moving on her. Cock still throbbing inside her, fingers in her arse and his body covering hers.

"More what?" Reggie's voice is pain-threaded and aroused at the same time. Mac smiles down at her.

"More me." Reggie frowns. So Mac clarifies. He pushes his fingers in her arse and she flinches. Then he thrusts his hips and she moans and clenches on him nearly causing Mac's own eyes to cross in pleasure. Fuck, she was good. And she was his. "More me, doing you, you said you'd always ask for more before. So ask for more." Mac stills on Reggie again and she looks up at him.

"Give me more Mac." She says "Give me you, all of you. I can take it, take you. And I want you. Always." And so saying Mac gives his pretty girl what she asks for. He gives her himself. As he spills inside her Mac feels something crack inside him. He is too unused to feeling to recognise it as his heart.

But the kiss he bestows on Reggie as he pulls out of her and moves to lie on his side facing her is almost tender. Reggie smiles at him. "I'm going to miss you." She says quietly.

Mac lies his head on Reggie's breast as he slings an arm across her stomach and a leg too. Holding her to him even though he knows she won't leave him.

"Miss you too." Is all he says.

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Devon shoots awake in the middle of the night having fallen asleep on the lounge. He answers the phone on the second ring. "Yes?"

"Mr Devon Ashton?"

"Yes, who is this?" Devon scrubs his face.

"This is Officer Darcy down at the Brentwood police station, we have someone identifying herself as Regina Ashton here, your sister I believe?" The police, they'd found Reggie.

"Thank God, you found her. I'm on my way." Devon gives them no time to say anything else, hanging up and grabbing his keys and leaving the house. When he pulls up in the visitors parking lot of the Brentwood police station he wonders how they'd found Regina, this was nowhere near the institution. Inside he identifies himself and is escorted to a room. Ten minutes later it opens to admit two uniformed men.

"Mr Ashton, I'm Officer Darcy, this is my partner Sergeant Wilson, we received a call from a…" Devon's shoulders relax suddenly as Officer Darcy explains that Regina had been trying into a house in Brentwood. He'd forgotten Regina had no idea that they'd moved. That he'd sold the house when their parents had been killed.

She had never been to their new property. He nods as the police officer explains how they'd been called and taken her in.

"Yes, it was our old house, I sold it when out parents died but Regina has been institutionalised since then. She hasn't been lucid enough for me to tell her anything, I don't even know if she's taken in that our parents are dead." Devon finishes with a fake grimace of pain. He feels no pain. He feels relief his Regina has been found, and irritation that he is involved no matter how innocently with the police but nothing more.

"So we understand. We found the institution your sister was admitted to. She's a voluntary stay though right? So technically she didn't run away, she just left which legally she could do." Devon frowns at the Sergeant, they'd been checking.

"I'm Regina's legal guardian, she's my ward where our parents have been gone." He says rudely.

"Ah, yes. Until she was eighteen, which she now is." The Sergeant speaks again, his voice is mild but it isn't fooling Devon. The Sergeant is curious about something.

"I've actually got paperwork pending a hearing, which I'm sure will be easy to speed up given Regina's recent disappearing act. It makes me her adult carer, I'll have full legal responsibility for her for the next several years, don't worry Sergeant, she'll be very well taken care of." Devon finishes. "Now where is my sister, I need to see her." The police look at each other. All the questions they've had have been answered. If they think the Devon is a dick there isn't anything they can do about it unless Regina says anything. They stand up and motion for Devon to follow them.

When the open the door to where Regina is in the next room Devon nearly dies in shock. Regina is sitting in a large grey sweatshirt she'd been given from lost and found, she is warming her hands around a cup of coffee though she is not drinking. Her hair is lank, hanging around her face in tangles, her eyes are bloodshot and her lips are bruised and cut. And her neck…Devon nearly retched as he sees the huge bite marks and bruises on her neck. From what he can see of her she is wearing torn jeans and a pair of slip on canvas shoes, he can't tell if she's wearing anything under the sweatshirt.

On her left hand, her index and middle fingers are splinted. The police say she'd been seen by the on-duty doctor. He'd said she would need x-rays, he thought one maybe both fingers were broken. "What happened Regina?" Devon asks not expecting an answer.

"I went for a walk." She says no more, merely bending over the coffee and rocking back and forward. Devon looks at the police. They shrug.

"We had a female officer question her, she said she met a guy, they had a good time but when she wanted to leave he gave her some trouble. She was coherent enough for us to believe it was consensual until she tried to leave. But she's too vague to get anything out of her. When she got away she tried to go home. Only she doesn't know that home isn't home anymore." There is a sarcastic tinge to the voice explaining this that Devon ignores it knowing full well that he's showing his belly in submission, if he was Mac, the fucking nosy cops would be torn to shreds, perhaps literally.

Stepping forward Devon puts his hand on Regina's shoulder. She looks up at him blankly. He sighs. She still wasn't any better "Let's go Regina." He says firmly as he grasps her shoulder pulling her upright. She follows his lead docilely.

Signing for Regina Devon leads her out to his car. Putting her in the passenger seat he looks around feeling the back of his neck crawl. Shaking it off he takes Regina back to the institution. The nurses take her, leading her away and Devon sits and waits. A couple of hours later the doctor comes to see him.

"She has two broken fingers, and assorted cuts and bruises but otherwise is fine. She also has trace amounts of what is commonly called crystal meth in her system, we'll wait twenty-four hours before we recommence her drug regimen so it's fully out of her system. And given her recent decision to take a walk, we'll be keeping Regina in our secure area, for those who are considered to be a risk to others and themselves." The doctor finishes and waits to see if Devon has questions.

"The police said she'd uh, taken up with a man briefly. The birth control will make sure she doesn't get pregnant?" He questions softly. The thought of anyone other than himself fucking his Regina is making his skin crawl.

"Yes Mr Ashton, she'll be fine in that regard and we'll test her regularly for the required sexually transmitted diseases at certain intervals." The doctor stood up and Devon nodded as he left. He drives home almost in a fugue state and when there he calls his father but there is no answer.

It is not until the next day that Devon gets hold of Walter, he explains that has happened, that Regina has been found.

"Are you alright son?" Walter asks him as he sits down behind his desk.

"Yeah Dad, I'm just fucking pissed that she managed to pick up some fucking stranger." Walter shakes his head at Devon, the boy was obsessed with Regina, to the point it was impacting on his life.

"Son, you need to focus on your studies for now. Pick up a nice college girl and screw around, doesn't have to be serious, but you need to let Regina get better. Take care of yourself for once." Walter loves Devon and though he's not blind to him, he still sees him with rose-coloured glasses. Devon is always taking care of himself, with every breath he takes.

"Yeah Dad, I might. Be good to get away from all the fucking death and drama you know." Devon speaks thoughtlessly. Walter just smiles though.

"Yes son, believe me I know." He says. Devon laughs.

"How is Mac these days?" Walter is just about to answer when he sees the man himself walk through the front door of the bar. He looks around and catches Walter's eye but doesn't move toward him, instead moving toward his usual place, the pool table. Walter looks him over.

"Speak of the devil and the devil shall appear." Walter says to Devon. He sees a bruise on his neck and sneers, knowing Mac's been off dealing to some woman these past few days. It doesn't matter, as long as he doesn't get behind on his cooking Walter doesn't care how he spends his free time. "But, I can't wait for these few years to pass and you can come home son you and your sister." Walter doesn't think of Regina as his. He has no use for women beyond them serving him, personally and professionally. Their mother had been different, but she wasn't around anymore. He fingers the silver pendant he wears around his neck. It was the one their mother had worn, he'd given it to her and had one made for Regina as well.

"I know Dad, maybe you're right, I should spend some time with other college students and shit." Devon shrugs, it's not a bad idea actually. They finish their conversation and hang up.

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Reggie rolls over in the cot, one arm behind her, one in front of her. She hasn't been given any drugs yet though she knows they're coming. But she has been restrained. She remembers Mac. Their short time together plays behind her lids. She can't wait until she sees him again though she knows it's going to be some time before that happens.

She'd made him promise not to come for her again. She hopes she can keep from going to him. She works through what they'd discussed in her mind hoping they've left nothing to chance, hoping Mac has the patience for it to work out.

Epilogue

Mac jitters in his house. He looks at it as if seeing it for the first time. It's a sty. He takes a hit hoping like hell he's going to be able to stop using when Reggie is back but he's afraid he won't be able to. He's using so often now, he knows he's addicted to his shit, it's the first thing he does when he gets up in the morning before he even lights a cigarette now he takes a hit. Fuck he was so screwed.

Later that evening as he steps inside his father's bar Walter motions him over which he doesn't usually do. Frowning Mac wanders over, Walter had better not be asking him to take care of anyone else, he wasn't in the mood for cleaning up his father's or brother's messes. Too often these past years he'd been called upon for that. Cleaning up Devon's shit was unbelievable. What he left behind turned Mac's stomach and that was saying something.

At the bar he takes a shot of tequila while waiting. He thinks about another hit but something holds him back so he takes a pinch of tobacco instead just to piss Walter off. He was always going on about his teeth, fuck. They're his teeth, not Walters.

Finally Walter finishes serving and makes his way back down the bar to Mac. "They're coming back." Is all he says but the sentence stops Mac's heart. He stills while his brain assimilates what Walter had just said.

"Who?" He knows who, but it's a legitimate question, Walter and he rarely talk about Golden Boy and Regina.

"Your siblings Mac, they're coming back. With some friends." The last sentence tells Mac he'll be cleaning up more of Devon's messes. He was bringing toys home.

"When?" He asks wondering how much time he has.

"Next week at the latest. You play nice now son, you hear me?" Walter looks at Mac and Mac looks back evenly.

"Yeah old man, sure thing. I'll play fucking nice, just like I always do." He pours another shot and raises it to Walter. "To Familiar." He says sarcastically in Spanish as he downs it and leaves the bar.

The plan he and Reggie had set in motion several years ago was finally coming to fruition. He needed to prepare.

THE END

A/N – Here we reach the end of Young Reggie. My follow on MacG story titled Surviving The Fall, will pick up post movie. AU as Mac will survive the fall as the title indicates. A special thanks must go to Peachylana for her positivity toward our Mac and the deviance he expresses. To everyone who has read, reviewed, followed and favourited Young Reggie, a huge thank you from the bottom of my Mac-twisted heart. I hope you like the next in my Mac series when I publish it as well. Thank you all again.