You're Mine (Adam Driver x Reader)

Wish You Weren't Here

ADAM'S POV:
(Y/n) had been put in a medically induced coma yesterday so her body could heal from the surgery to suture her muscles back together under her stomach. The doctors felt it was the best way for her and the baby to heal and remain safe.

You had hardly left the hospital since (y/n) was admitted. (y/n)'s parents offered to watch Connor at their home on Long Island until the house was cleared as a crime scene and you could get it cleaned up. You assured them you'd send them frequent updates with (y/n)'s progression. You had been wearing the same black v-neck and jeans for 2 days. You didn't want to go back to the current state of chaos your home was in.

You thought about Andrea's dead body lying next to the woman you loved, and how she had mutilated her all because of you. All of this was your fault, you brought (y/n) into the craziness of your life and it chewed her up and spit her out.

But you weren't the only person to blame, Joanne had another thing coming if she thought you were going to let her get away with what she did. Because of her leaking (y/n)'s pregnancy to the media, Andrea had a reason to come for your family.

The car pulled up and stopped in front of Joannes apartment, you thanked Marcus and kindly asked him to wait for you. He nodded, and you made your way out of the car into the building. Joanne and Ryan's penthouse was on the top floor, you knocked a few times before Joanne answered the door. Even seeing her made your blood boil. The woman you had once loved was not in front of you, the person in front of you was poison, and you hated her.

"Oh, Adam. I heard what happened, I'm so sor..."

"Shut the fuck up, Joanne." You said as you pushed your way past her into the apartment.

"Excuse me? You can leave if you're going to come into my home and speak to me like that."

"Do you think you have earned my respect? You have done nothing but find ways to make me hate you. Do you have any idea what your petty little prank has done?"

"I don't know what you mean."

"Don't even start with me, I already confirmed from multiple people you were the one that told the media about (y/n)'s pregnancy. You couldn't just be happy for us could you? You had to once again only think of yourself. You put her LIFE in danger. Her LIFE, JOANNE. DO YOU UNDERSTAND THAT? SHE IS IN A COMA BECAUSE YOU COULDN'T KEEP YOUR FILTHY MOUTH SHUT. BECAUSE YOU COULDN'T MUSTER AN OUNCE OF COURTESY FOR ANOTHER PERSON."

"Her coma is not my fault and frankly I find that insult-" you grabbed her by neck and pinned her against the wall, her lips inches from yours. You took your other hand and ran it up her thigh, grazing over her pussy. She moaned in response.

"This what you want, whore? You want me to fuck you? Is that why you did this? Wanted to break me and (y/n) up so you could feel my cock inside you one more time? Ryan doesn't fuck you as good as I did?"

"Adam, please."

Your grip on her neck tightened.

"The things I want to do to you for hurting my family are too disgusting to even put into words. What if Connor had been home when Andrea was there, hm? You'd risk your sons life so you could get fucked? Is that how pathetic you are?"

"I regret nothing. I'd do the same thing again if I had to. Andrea was a ticking time bomb, if she didn't coming after me, she was going to go after (y/n). I make no apologies for trying to take back what's mine."

You slammed her head into the wall, she twitched underneath your arms, grasping at your wrists trying to pry you off.

"If you knew what was good for you, you'd stay the fuck away from my family and keep your whore mouth shut. I will ensure your son never even knows your name and you never see him again, you pig."

With that, you release Joanne, leave her apartment, and make your way back to (y/n).