They always knew it would come to this eventually. The war had been going on for what seemed like forever between the two gangs, so inevitably they had to end in one big blow up with everyone going head to head from either side. The Shield vs The Hardy's. Men and women on both sides fighting.
Nothing new in the fighting. When they ran into each other, they would fight. A few people here and there. But it was the first time both gangs had all their members in a fight. Dean had just taken down Finn. He looked around to find Nadia. He had to make sure she was still alive. Someone kicked the back of his knees and he fell down. He was about to get up when he felt a gun press into the back of his head.
"Don't!" Jeff warned.
"Fuck!" Dean muttered.
"Let him go!" Nadia demanded.
Dean looked over at his ash blonde girlfriend. Her pale blue eyes were focused on Jeff. She had Jeff's brother Matt in front of her with her gun pointing into the back of his head.
"You've lost your mind if you think Jeff is gonna let him go for me," Matt laughed. "We've always agreed to sacrifice our lives for a greater good if the time came."
"Shut up!" She snarled.
"Checkmate," Jeff stared at her. "Up to you if you're gonna let me take your king."
"I'm gonna take yours too!" She threatened.
"Go ahead," Jeff laughed. "Shoot him! Fucking shoot him! And Dean dies too!"
She looked at Dean, and he could see what she was thinking.
"I'm not worth it, magpie," he said.
Her eyes moved back to Jeff. She had to block out Dean's voice in order to figure out what to do. No way was she gonna let Dean end his life right here, right now.
"What do you suggest?" She asked.
"Be mine," Jeff answered.
"Huh?" She asked.
"Come with me, and I'll let him live," he answered.
"No!" Dean shouted. "Don't you fucking do it! I'm not worth it!"
"What will I have to do?" She asked.
"You already know," Jeff chuckled. "Be mine in every sense of the word."
"Nadia!" Dean shouted.
"On one condition," she still looked at Jeff. "You let me say goodbye to him first."
"Deal," Jeff said.
She moved the gun away from Matt's head, turned it around in her hand, and held the handle down in front of him. He grabbed it and jumped to his feet. Jeff kept his gun at Dean's head while she walked over. She dropped down on her knees in front of Dean, her hands touching his cheeks to feel his tears and skin for the last time.
"Don't fucking do this," he begged.
"I have to," she said.
She leaned in and kissed him. A soft, closed mouth kiss. She brought her arms around his neck to hug him. Her mouth was by his ear, and her breath sent shivers down his spine. She had just done the ultimate sacrifice for him, and he had no way of stopping her. If he tried anything, he would eat a bullet, and they would still take her.
"You can't find me if you're dead," she whispered. "And I know you'll find me."
"Okay, time's up, princess," Jeff said.
"No, wait!" Dean begged.
Matt grabbed her arm and pulled her away from Dean.
"I love you, baby," she kept her eyes on Dean.
"I love you too," he cried.
"Guess you'll live to see another day," Jeff taunted. "But I can't allow you to follow us."
He hit Dean hard with the handle of his gun. Dean went down unconscious, and Jeff rushed to Matt and Nadia. Both men pointed their guns at her as they slowly made their way out of the battle scene. Every member of The Shield gang still left standing watched them closely.
"If anyone follows us, she's dead," Jeff said. "And I will fuck her corpse, slice her open, and hang her on a pole somewhere."
"Take care of your boy," Matt nodded at Dean.
She was rushed into a car. Other cars followed. The entire Hardy gang was leaving. She watched as they passed their usual house. Of course they weren't taken her there. The Shield would be there within 24 hours to look for her. They were taking her somewhere unknown. It wasn't gonna stop Dean. Far from. He was a fucking bloodhound, and he never lost the scent of his target. He was gonna find her. Only question was how long it was gonna take.
They drove for hours until they finally ended at a house inside a forest. He dragged her inside. She tried noticing everything they passed, but he was too fast. He dragged her up the stairs, all the way up to the second floor and into a bedroom.
"Our bedroom. And don't even bother jumping out of the window. If you jump, you die. Or at least hurt yourself enough to not continue forward. And I'll fuck you with broken bones no matter how much pain you might be in, so better make yourself comfortable, princess," he said.
"Don't call me that!" She hissed.
He backhanded her, the snake ring on his finger cutting into her, and she tumbled down on the floor. She tasted blood in her mouth and felt pain in her split lip. He grabbed her by the jaw in an iron grip.
"I will call you whatever I please, princess, and you better fucking smile and say thank you. You made a deal with me, and you're mine to use as I see fit. You got that?" He barked.
She numbed herself inside. He was not gonna get the best of her. She was gonna do everything he asked of her, but he was never gonna get any emotions out of her. No smiles and no tears. He hadn't earned either. She was gonna be there in body but not in spirit and mind.
"Yes," she said.
"Good girl," he mocked.
He helped her back up on her feet, and walked her over to a door to show her the combined bathroom.
"You got everything you need in these two rooms. As you can see there's a spacious tub for you to use. Don't say I don't spoil you, princess. The rest of the house is off limit unless one of us take you with us. I'll make sure to lock the bedroom door whenever I can't be in here with you. If you need anything, books or whatever hobby you might have, feel free to ask, and I'll do whatever I can to meet your needs," he said.
He pulled her close, and studied her split lip that he had just caused. He ran a finger over it to gather the blood, and then sucked his finger into his mouth while twisting a little smile at her.
"My first taste of you," he said. "And not nearly enough."
He leaned in and kissed her. Her mouth and tongue followed his movements, but her mind was far away with Dean. She had to stay strong and alive for him.
"Mmm, princess," he hummed joyfully. "I've been dreaming about this moment for a long time. I always knew he wasn't good enough for you. You belong with a real man like me, and I'm gonna prove to you that I'm worth it. I will make you love me. Now let's get you out of these dirty clothes. I'm dying to have you."