leather - negan x reader

chapter forty - slippin' into darkness

blood. god so much blood. his hair isn't even blond anymore. it's red, bright fucking red.

one hour ago...

"what the hell is that?" jax exclaims as he stands to look out the clubhouse window. i stand and see what he sees.

holy fuck.

gregory and his dipshit men. why can't they take the hint?

he rammed my fucking gate and made enough noise to attract zombies for miles. i walk out. "chibs, guns, now. jax, call rick, ezekiel, negan, and cindy. tell them what dipshit is doing. tig, get everyone to safety and help chibs start handing guns out. get behind something, wait for my go-ahead then light their asses up. i think this motherfucker has a death wish."

i take my machine gun and head for the door. jax grabs my arm, "you're walking into a trap."

"jax, my club, my decision. i love you but i gotta go."

he lets go with a sigh and goes to radio the others. i head out.

"gregory, haven't you learned your lesson, you crazy sick fuck?"

"i could ask the same for you. i'm here to return the beatdown you gave me."

"these must be some sorry bastards to put their trust in you. honestly, has no one told you what happened last time he tried to fuck with me?" i ask the army ready to fill my head with lead.

"honestly, i could say the same thing for your little puppies."

"where do you think this is gonna go? huh? you think the council will just turn a blind eye to the people that saved them countless times? do you think they'd just forget about me?"

"i don't care. they'd be better off without you and you know it. think about it. all the shit you've cost them. the people, the supplies, everything. you and i both know everything went downhill when 'sons of anarchy' became 'the anarchists'. the world is a better place without you, accept it."

"tune your ego out of this shit gregory. you're just mad a girl beat you. i'm giving you ten seconds to disappear before i turn you to dust."

10, 9, 8, 7, 6....

"we're not leaving," he states firmly.

"you're leaving one way or another," i reassure him.

3, 2, 1,

"well, it's your funeral," i say, closing then opening my fist in the air before pointing my gun at his head. bullets start to fly from both sides as i duck behind a car. i grab the walkie from my belt, "take gregory out first, then we'll see if anyone else wants to stand down."

"i don't think they give a shit about us, considering they're shooting at the women inside," tig radios back.

"oh you motherfucker," i groan to myself before resting my gun on the side and firing for the first one i see. 

"get him inside!" i hear chibs scream. i could only hope one of my men didn't just die at the hands of this pussy. 

bright flames meet the corner of my eye, they were lighting the place up. i duck down again, grabbing the radio, "get inside, i'll light a fire in their path and we can figure out a plan."

i creak open the door, grabbing a set of matches and a bottle from bobby's stash of alcohol. i place a bandana in the bottle, lighting the end on fire and then throwing it right in front of their trucks. once i make it inside i run to where my injured man was. halfsack. his life was just starting. 

blood. god so much blood. his hair isn't even blond anymore. it's red, bright fucking red.

"there's nothing i can do. he's..he's gone," tara says.

"i'll do it," jax says, coming from behind me with a gun. 

"no," i stop him, "this is my responsibility now," i grab the gun. "you didn't deserve this, sack, i'm so sorry," i whisper before pulling the trigger.

i can't be weak. we're being attacked. i cannot let my people die. "get out. all of you load up and get out, this is my mess," i say.

"no, i am not leaving you," jax almost screams.

"you are not dying for me. none of you are. this is my mess. i'm the boss. you listen to me," i say turning to my people. "go to alexandria, tell rick what happened. when i get out of here i'll radio for you."

they're all silent. "if you weren't the fucking president there's no way in hell i'd leave. but," chib trails off, wiping a tear from his eye.

"what she says goes," tig finished for him. i receive hugs, but push off the goodbyes. 

"i'll see you all later."

"you fucking better," my mother says, hugging me again. "i love you," she whispers.

"i love you," i whisper back. jax slams the door on the van."now go."

as they leave i take a deep breath, then snipe a few of gregory's men. as far as i could tell it was me, him and five others. what i didn't know, was that two other men snuck in a back way, at least that's what i figure, considering i black out.