*Enter Johnny the Boy*

*Edited 9/24/2016* Sorry I wasn't able to come up with a Proper ending for this chapter earlier...**

Just when Daisy closed her eyes and tried to fall asleep herself, their dog started barking up a storm from the next room. "wild dingo passing the house," she thought, so blissfully close to real, restful sleep for the first time since Toecutter had left She dreaded the idea of actually having to get out of bed to see what the dog was barking at. She called out to the dog to quiet him but his barking got more insistent and fearful. Someone – or something – was outside the house.

"Fuck..." Daisy muttered. She thought of waking Toecutter but then saw how peaceful he seemed and decided to get up herself. She grabbed the first item of clothing handy – his blousy off white shirt - when did he get this huge gash in the sleeve – she thought to herself as she pulled it over her head. She felt around on the floor for her shoes – the dog's barking got louder and the poor thing sounded absolutely terrified.

She walked into the kitchen in the front of the house – the few streetlights and moonlight cast an eerie glow on her surroundings. Goldie was at the foot of the front door standing rigid, his barking had turned into a howl of terror and was echoed by the other animals on the street. She heard a low voice on the other side of the door – maybe one of the neighbors complaining about the noise? She reached down and re-assured her dog but he was shivering with fright. How the hell could Joe sleep through all this? She thought. She saw the big meat cleaver she had used to cut the chicken earlier- it was washed and gleaming on the counter. She snatched it and crouched on the ground under the front door's window, out of sight.

The voice outside got louder as it got closer but it was still unintelligible. The poor dog was now whimpering in a corner, away from the door. Daisy wasn't afraid though – there was very little that could frighten her. Joe had taught her how to take care of herself for those long stretches he wasn't around - she just didn't think she'd actually have to use any of that knowledge with him in the house!

'TOECUTTER!" a high pitched man's voice called from outside, followed by the sound of one of their metal garbage cans being knocked over, "TOECUTTER I NEED YOU!"

Daisy did everything in her power to stop from laughing. She put the cleaver back on the dish-rack and flicked the light on. Then she opened the door, "You damn fool!" She called to Johnny the Boy, who was obviously high again. It was such a shame, he was an extremely attractive young man with a sharp intellect. Joe was grooming him to be his second in command should anything happen to his lieutenants Bubba Zanetti and the Night Rider.

"Where is the Toecutter!" Johnny demanded, standing about 20 feet away from the house, "I need the Toecutter!" He was swaying back and forth on the spot and was holding Joe's machete in his hand.

"he's asleep," Daisy answered, shaking her head, "Just like everyone else here was a few minutes ago. Why don't you go crash out on the beach and come back in the morning?"

She wasn't going to have him in her house,not after the stories she heard about him. She wanted to help but knew it was best to keep him at a distance. She wasn't worried about her own safety, it was his life that would be in danger if he laid even a pinky finger on her . The dog started barking madly again and daisy turned her back to soothe him. In a flash Johnny the Boy was inside the house and holding the machete over her head, "I said, I need...Toecutter!"

Daisy ducked out of the way as he brought the machete down – in his intoxicated state his aim was way off and his reflexes were slow, but as she ducked Daisy bumped her shin on the huge table in the middle of the room and she fell on the floor, the dog circling her protectively.

Johnny was now inches away from her and she saw his eyes were bloodshot and glassy.

The dog snarled at him, then began biting at his ankles. Confused, Johnny was thrown off balance and fell, losing his grip on the machete which landed only inches away from where Daisy was on the floor. She crawled over to the knife and grasped it. Johnny's eyes widened to huge saucers and his mouth hung open.

"I'm SORRY" He cried out, "I'm SORRY! I DIDN'T WANT TO...HE FORCED ME!"

Daisy leaned on the huge table for support and stood up shakily, resting one hand on the table – the other hand clutching her man's knife.

"What are you talking about?" She asked, staring at the tweaked out kid.

"The Toecutter – he forced me to..." before he could say any more he started sobbing. "And it wasn't just me – it was Mudguts and Cundolini too..."

The dog stopped his halfhearted attack on the boy and began licking his face, perhaps sensing his anguish. Daisy called the dog off and ordered him to go to his bed. She still couldn't believe Joe was sleeping through all this. Daisy wasn't sure if this was just drug induced babbling or there was something Johnny was trying to tell her. She put he machete on the table, out of reach of both of them, and leaned over where Johnny was balled up on the floor. She held out her hand to help him up, he looked at it confused for a second, then realized what she was doing and took her hand as he raised himself up from the floor.

"Now, do you mind telling me what the hell you're going on about?" Daisy asked, watching Johnny futilely trying to get himself together.

"Listen Daisy, I'm sorry I blundered in here..I..I forgot you were here...I'm sorry,"

"Why did you come here Johnny?" she asked, her voice steady now that she knew she had an advantage over him. Without the machete he was a defenseless little boy.

"I needed to see the Toecutter. We have unfinished business...he and I..we.."

What was it he had so much trouble saying? It was as if he felt she should know, but maybe it was something that would hurt her.

"Johnny if there's something you need to tell me about Toecutter I'd really like to hear it," She hoped her tone was soft and pleasant but she was really slowly losing her patience, and there was that familiar sense of dread but for a different reason.

He looked away from her, "We...we've had it off..."

Daisy wasn't sure she heard him correctly, his words were muffled. She put her hand on his cheek and spun him to face her, "sorry?"

"We...oh don't make me say it Daisy..."

"I fucked him," Toecutter's voice came booming from the hallway.

Johnny collapsed into a sobbing heap on the floor. For a second, Daisy felt like she was going to join him, but she just stared at Joe...no..Toecutter -wearing only his leather pants and a sorrowful expression.

"He raped me!" Johnny cried from the floor.

"Shut it!" Toecutter said through gritted teeth.

Daisy turned from Toecutter (She couldn't call him Joe now), to the sobbing broken man on the floor, then back to Toecutter, who averted her gaze.

She didn't doubt it – not for a second did she think that stoned little man-child was lying.

"Were there others?" She asked Toecutter steadily, evenly.

"Does it matter?" He answered coldly.

Daisy watched his face for any trace of emotion, of remorse, of pity for what he had done to this man – but there was none. All she saw was embarrassment. He was embarrassed that she found out.

Toecutter calmly walked past Johnny and over to the huge table where his home-made cigarettes were lying. He sat in a chair and lit one, watching Johnny who was rocking back and forth on the floor and sobbing. He looked over at his woman, she was leaning against the wall, her eyes closed, he couldn't tell if she was holding In anger or was on the verge of tears. He took a drag on the cigarette before stubbing it out and turning to johnny, "You're going to have to leave now Johnny,"

Johnny stopped his sobbing and looked up, "Yes, I should go," He awkwardly picked himself off the floor, and with his head down walked out of the house.

"That was easy," Daisy thought, then again, who knows what type of abuse the man had gone through to make him jump through hoops like that.

With only the two of them in the house now Toecutter let down his guard, His face fell and he regarded Daisy with watery blue eyes.

"Things...happen when we're on the road, love..." he started, re-lighting the cigarette he had just stubbed out, "It gets lonely and sometimes...this is who I am right? I'm not a good man – except to you, have I not proven that?"

"You've rooted your fucking mates," Daisy spat, unable to keep her voice steady any longer. "You...that poor stupid kid..."

So many thoughts were racing through Daisy's mind – Toecutter abusing that poor helpless kid, and were there others as he said? How many? Were they all men? Were there other women as well? She shook her head, no, he wouldn't have been so aggressive with her if there had been, or...

She looked over at the machete on the table, almost instinctively she went to grab it but Toecutter was quicker and snatched it out of her reach. "While you would have every right to...you know you really don't want to hurt me, do you love?"

He knew what she had done to the last man who wronged her, saw Robinson's body himself – laying in the bathtub of that hotel with the digital alarm clock Daisy had hurled in there. She didn't realize electrocution would happen so quickly, she wanted him to suffer longer. She remembered how she felt absolutely no remorse, no guilt, only relief, and she knows Toecutter remembers that. It was one of the things he loved about her, something that connected them. The way they could both detach from the suffering they inflicted on those they felt deserved it.

Unlike the rest of his gang, Toecutter wasn't violent for the sake of being violent. He would never go out of his way to hurt anyone – but if anyone were to cross him he took his revenge to the nth degree. Only Bubba understood and shared his restraint, but the rest of them were just out of control because who was going to stop them? And Night Rider's latest stunt only proved how much they all thought they were invincible.

But this new information – that he would physically harm and fuck his mates just to show his dominance? To keep them in line? Suddenly she was curious, "WHY did you do it?" She asked, banging her fist on the wall she was still steadying herself on, "I know he can be a bit of a creep sometimes but honestly why..?"

"i told you love, I was lonely. I was miles from home, had no idea when I'd be back to you, and he was there, willing to do anything to get us to like him..." he turned his face away from her, "Don't question me,"

Daisy felt her face flush with anger, but said nothing, she just stared angrily at the back of his head and thought about what she should do next...

Lost in her own thoughts, she vaguely saw him spin around slowly, a gleam in his eye, "Tell me the truth..." he smiled, running his tongue along his bottom lip, "the thought is rather exciting to you, isn't it?"

He stood up and slowly made his way over to her, "It's the display of power that's turning you on, isn't it?"

She turned to avoid his gaze. His face was only inches away from hers, his breath falling against her cheek as he spoke. "That's why you're so cross with me, you don't want to admit it,"

"it..it's disgusting" Daisy whispered, "How could you?"

Toecuttter snorted, "This coming from a woman who watched her old man frying in the bath tub, eh? At least Johnny is still walking around.."

She raised her hand to slap him but he grabbed it mid – air and squeezed her wrist. "Like I said, you don't really want to hurt me," He stared into her eyes, almost defying her. She met his stare and furrowed her eyebrows in anger. Laughing, he released his grasp and her hand fell to her side.

"I don't like being this way with you, love, but I told you not to question me, as I have never questioned you, understand? Now come with me to bed, I want to enjoy every minute I have with you,"

And just as instantly the tension between them grew, it dissipated. Daisy didn't have the will to fight with him. She knew he was right – just as she knew she was the one person with whom he would never be overtaken by his own anger – he was the one man that she could do no harm to, no matter how much he riled her up. She followed him into the bedroom.