My Little Pup

Chapter 5

My mental pep talk is cut short as Simon knocks on one of the two wooden doors at the top of the stairs. I look at the plain door in front of me. My heart races as my breath hitches in my breast having heard heavy footsteps on the other side.

"Come on in, darlin'," Negan says as he opens the door, replacing Simon's hold on me as he steers me towards a sofa on the opposite end of the room. Simon wasn't lying when he said that most of the upstairs was Negan's. He practically has an apartment on this floor with an open concept layout.

There's a living area with a sofa, arm chair, TV, and fireplace. I glimpse at the kitchen off to the side of the living room with large appliances and a granite island. Cherry hardwood floors appear to cover the entire apartment. I spot something leaning against the wall near the door that we just entered. A barbed wire baseball bat? Could that be…?

"What'd you think of the place?" Negan asked grinning widely as if he already knew the answer.

"It's impressive," I finally answer, taking a seat on the sofa. That's a truthful statement, I'm in awe of the space. If I'm being honest with myself, I would consider this a dream apartment. I guess that goes to show what you can afford when you're a successful dealer.

"You can go now Simon, I got it from here. We have some shit to go over. Today was a productive damn day and you deserve some good fucking shut eye." Simon doesn't argue with that one. He's quick to nod in thanks towards Negan and heads towards the door.

"See you in the morning, princess. Enjoy your first night!" His voice trails off as he closes the door.

I sit in silence as Negan's trademark smirk reappears. "Where are my fucking manners? You thirsty?" he asks as he strolls into the kitchen and starts pouring himself a shot of whisky.

I'm not much of a drinker even though I'm in college; it's never been my thing.

"No thanks," I reply.

"Suit yourself, more for me," Negan says as he downs another shot. He places the glass on the counter and moves to come sit across from me in the armchair. "Jesus fucking Christ, I'm tired," he says as he plops down in the chair. "Driving for hours and beating the shit out of your old man really did a fucking number on me," he teases.

I want to immediately stiffen as flashbacks of earlier creep into my mind. No, stay strong. I can't cave in now. I give Negan an angry look in response to his comment.

"Did I pluck a nerve, sweetheart?"

"I'm going to ask you again, what do you want?" I sneer at him. The sudden boost of bravery egging me on.

Negan is visibly surprised by my brash confidence. "Looks like someone has more balls then their daddy. I can dig that, but don't fucking push it too far. That shit is already getting old," Negan says sternly. He leans forward with his elbows now resting on his knees, his face just a few feet from mine. "It's late, so I'm going to make this quick and give you a short rundown of how this is going to go.'

'You will stay here, in my apartment, until your dad makes the first payment. I don't care how fucking long it takes. You will not venture down onto the production floor; I don't need my men getting any ideas or trying to fuck what's mine," he says in a possessive tone.