In a world ruled by fear, survival comes with a price.
When her brother's attempt to overthrow the Saviors fails, Tessa finds herself under Negan's watchful eye-protected, controlled, and dangerously close to the man she should hate. As violence, po...
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Spencers body was still warm on the ground when Negan stepped back, flicking the blood from his knife like it was a minor inconvenience. Tessa stood frozen near Carl, heart pounding, fingers gripping the porch railing. Negan looked pleased with himself, almost relaxed.
"Now, someone oughta get up here and clean this mess up. Oh, anyone wanna finish the game? Tessa? Sweetheart come and play!"
Before Tessa could react, a loud shot rang through the air.
"Shit! What the shit!"
The gunshot rang through Alexandria and straight into Lucille.
"You tried to kill me! You shot Lucille!"
Suddenly Arat kicks Rosita's legs out. She hit the ground hard, palm scraping the floor.
"What is this? This little bad boy made from scratch? Look at those crimps. This was homemade. You may be stupid darlin but you showed some real ingenuity here." Negan questions as he holds up the bullet.
Suddenly Negan snatched Tessa by the wrist the moment she was close enough and dragged her directly in front of Rosita, blocking Rositas view of Lucille for a moment, forcing her to look at Tessa instead.
Tessa's breath trembled as Negan gripped her waist with both hands, holding her in place like a shield.
"There she is," he said, voice low and cold. "Pretty, harmless, did nothin wrong today."
Rosita's jaw clenched.
Negan leaned his chin onto Tessa's shoulder, intimate, but ice cold. His breath hit her neck, she violently shivered.
"Lucille's beautiful surface is never gonna look the same, so why should hers!" Negan's hold was growing more painful the more he yelled at Rosita.
"Unless... unless you tell me who made this."
"It was me I made it," Rositas breath hitched.
Suddenly Negan slip the knife under Tessa's chin, lifting her face with the flat edge. She whimpered softly, her jaw trembling. His grip was ice thin, unforgiving, holding her in place while her breath shuttered in her throat.
"You see, now I know you're lying. And you lying to me now!?" He lifted Tessa's chin up higher, exposing the soft skin beneath.
"Such a shame. Im gonna have to cut up my darlin's pretty face."
A thin sharp cut opened beneath her jawline, small but deep enough for blood to bleed instantly. She gasped, a strangled sound, her hands flying to Negan's wrist but unable to move him away. He dragged the knife just a fraction of an inch, a line of red following the blade, enough to make Tessa cry out softly, knees buckling.
"It was me!" Rosita begged.
"Fine. Have it your way!
"Arat, kill someone"
Negan shoved Tessa hard as he said it, pushing her out of his hold like she was nothing but discarded trash. She stumbled backward, nearly falling, her hands flying to her jaw as fresh blood smeared across her fingers.
Arat didn't hesitate at Negans' command.
She pivoted, raised her gun.
The shot rang out.
Olivia dropped instantly, collapsing onto to porch with a heavy, final thud. Tessa gasped a ragged, broken sound, her knees buckling as she stared at Olivias lifeless body. Her stomach twisted violently, the shock hitting her harder than the cold wind.
