This Is How I Disappear (Negan/OFC)

Chapter 33

——— Negan's POV ———

I point to Chuck's plate and say, "Finish eating," before I walk into my office. I grab the radio from my belt and put it up to my face. "Tell my men to stay the fuck out of sight and watch those fuckers. I need details before I make any more plans for those fuckin' barbarians."

"Copy that, sir."

I pace around for a minute thinking about what fuckin' needs to get done. How me and my men are gonna take those fuckers out. My office door opens and I turn my head toward the fuckin' sound.

Simon walks in. "What's the plan, boss?" I know he's talking about the fuckin' barbarians. He probably heard the message on the radio and headed this way to talk about what we're gonna fuckin' do.

I let out a sigh as I turn to him. "I want more men out there watching those motherfuckers. Send binoculars, rifles with scopes, shit like that so they can watch them. I want fuckin' numbers. How many fuckin' guys they got. If they got guard patrols. Who comes in and out and fuckin' when. And I want fuckin' eyes on those women. I want to know if they're fuckin'..." I run my hand down my fuckin' face. All the shit those fuckin' dickwads are probably doing to those women goes through my mind. "I want to know if those girls are alive. Or hurt. And where the fuck they are in that house. If we need to fuckin' barge in the place guns-a-blazing, I don't want those girls to get caught in the crossfire."

"Sure thing. I'll get some guys together and they can head out within the hour. We got some of those night vision goggles and thermal cameras that we've never really used yet. They should come in real handy."

"Yeah. I want to know everything about those fuckers before we make a move."

"Are we gonna bring them back? Make an example outta them? Send a message?"

"Nah. We both know why they kidnapped those women. We're neutralizing them the fuckin' second we can and getting those girls back home. That's the message we're gonna send. We will defeat the big bads of this world." I chuckle as I remember something Chuck once said to me. "We will defend the fair maidens. I want those hill-folk to know that. Cuz we are the fuckin' Saviors, after all."

Simon nods. "That we are." He turns around and leaves. To carry out my fuckin' orders like a good little boy.

I fuckin' pace around my office, dragging my hand through my hair. We are going to get those fuckers. Those men are gonna fuckin' pay for what they've done.

I walk back into the fuckin' kitchen, but Chuck isn't there. She must've finished up and went into my room. So that's where I fuckin' head.

I open the door and see that Chuck is bent over the fuckin' coffee table, her hands on Lucille. It's like she's fuckin' exploring her, running her fingers over her handle gently. Goddamn, it's making my dick twitch. Chuck is looking at Lucille so fuckin' intently that she doesn't even notice that I've come into the room.

I watch her for a second before I speak the fuck up. "Whatcha doin', princess?"

——— ———

Chuck finishes her last few bites of food and cleans up the plates from the table. She enters the bedroom and the first thing she sees is Lucille laying across the coffee table. With a bite of her lip, she looks behind her to make sure that Negan is still in the office.

I've never really been alone with Lucille before. I've never even touched her. I don't know if Negan will be mad... but I'm just too curious.

Chuck bends over the table and runs her fingers up and down Lucille's handle. She is smooth and almost velvety, from Negan's near constant grip on her. Chuck brings her hand to her and grasps the bottom of the handle as her other hand ventures further up toward where the barbed wire wraps around her body.