Hi you guys. I know it's been quite a long time and I've got no excuses other than life getting busy...
I don't like to leave my stories half written and I really enjoy writing this one, so here you go.

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26.

He watched him cup her face with his hands, his lips finding hers and kissing her eagerly, almost lovingly; his body pressed against her own.

Watched his mouth travel to her neck, his hands lingering on the waistband of her jeans and then lifting her shirt up, exposing her stomach. He touched her like he knew her, like he cared and payed attention to what she liked, and she responded to it, her eyes opening and then shutting close, her head back and then buried in his neck.

And it wasn't that he didn't know that the woman he was married to was much better than he ever gave her credit for. It wasn't that he thought she was as disgusting as he told her. It was simply that he'd never cared; that things and people only mattered as long as he could take something from them. And he'd taken things from Carol, most of them against her will, but there was one thing she could never give him and he'd always used it as an excuse to let all that hate out. She would never care for him; she'd always hate him. He'd made damn sure she did. She'd never be willing to do anything for him, the same way no one would, as a matter of fact. Whatever people did for him, and they sure as hell did a lot of stuff, was either out of fear, or threats or the ridiculous amounts of money he owned now. And that was more than ok by him; that was the only way it could have been when he'd never had anything other than the capacity of hurting without the slightest of remorses. People condemned men like him, but they did it because they envied it. He may be a son of a bitch, but he'd gotten farther than most of them would ever get. He had what it took to control them, and his wife… she'd finally ended up proving him she was a stupid bitch after all, messing with him in the way he'd told her and showed her she should never dare, so many times; fooling around with a fucking redneck, no less, whom he wanted to crush his boot over right now, as he watched him get on his knees and slid her pants down her legs.

He'd underestimated Carol. Should have been harsher with her. Should have left more marks on her body so that no one would ever feel like taking what was little, but his anyway. Should have gotten rid of her before she started to silently rebel like this. Betray him when all this time he'd given her a damn roof and enough food to fill her body in all the rights parts, now that he watched her from the distance, nude and exposed in a way she'd never been with him. Not by her own will. And she was smiling, the disrespectful bitch. She couldn't stop fucking smiling as she played with a lock of the redneck's hair. He clenched his teeth and grabbed the gun from his back pocket, but dropped his hand to the side. That'd be so quick they wouldn't even realize what was happening, and he didn't want that. He wanted them to suffer, pay for what they've done. He wanted it to be slow and painfull, the way he liked it with people who messed with him. Oh, he loved drinking the regret on his faces as they realized they'd fucked up pretty badly, loved watching their features twist in desperation when it hit them there was no way out.

It was going to have to happen with Jack, eventually. He knew it would. Soon enough it'd be either the old man or him. But he had to admit good old Jack deserved a final treat, and he was quite interested in knowing what he would be capable of doing when he laid his hands over the youngest one, the little bastard who was fucking his own wife in that very moment. He'd heard Jack talking about that revenge more than once. Heard him saying the youngest Dixon had been fucked up since the day he'd been born, spoiled but a mother who couldn't even protect herself from their old man, let alone her children. She'd burned herself, instead of protecting the little one, when Jack had told her he didn't want him in his house. Ed snickered. Just an useless bitch like his own wife, that one, but at least she'd known better than messing with her husband like Carol had decided to do now. It'd been a different story with Merle, as far as he knew. He even had that same look on his eyes, like he had it in himself, what took to be a Dixon. But he'd ended up betraying his own father, opting for his brother instead of sticking by him, instead of becoming his right hand in his business like he'd expected he would. He'd also heard Jack claiming Merle would pay for that, one way or another, before he died. And Ed knew by now, that for people like him and Jack, the opportunity always came up. Now it had come up in a pretty twisted way, but, if anything, it made it even more interesting.

Ed bit his lip until he felt the metallic taste of blood fill his mouth, silently watching them as they got out the truck and looked around, apparently relieved when they decided no one had seen them. He watched the redneck take her hand and squeeze it, leaning to shortly kiss her before turning around and heading back to work, and once more he had to fight the urge of pulling his gun out of his pocket. He couldn't believe the bastard would dare doing this in his own house, laughing at his face instead of thanking him for giving him a more or less decent job. Yes, he understood Jack now. This boy hadn't learnt anything. It was strange, with an old man like Jack, that he hadn't learnt there were people he better obeyed or simply stayed away from. Oh, he would make sure he learnt that lesson. All he had to do was come up with the right plan.

"Yow, boy, get over here, will ya?", he shouted from his front yard.

The youngest Dixon stopped on his tracks and seemed to consider it for a few seconds, before heading towards him, lighting a cigarette on his way.

"Ya seen my woman anywhere?", he asked him, trying to suppress a smirk.

"Huh, nope. Ain't seen her today". He was a good liar, just like his old man, although he noticed his nostrils flare.

"Ya don't know you gotta look at people in the eye, when you talk to them?" He figured he'd at least play with him a bit, make him a little nervous.

"Not if I don't got no reason to", he told him back, his brow raising defiantly.

His fists clenched but he heard steps behind him, and when he turned around he watched Carol standing next to the front door, her arms crossed around her chest. What, was she going to stand up for him and defend him now?

"Were you looking for me?" she asked, and he put his best smile on and walked towards her, his arm snaking around her shoulder. He could feel her heart racing under her chest, and it made him only hold her tighter.

"Was lookin' for you indeed, darling. It's Friday night, just figured you don't have to cook anything. We're going out, just a little night out", he lifted his head and fixed his eyes on Daryl, whose features had disfigured even when it was evident he was trying to hide it. "Just you and me, sweetheart, and maybe we can have some time in our bedroom when we get back".

He felt her tense but she just nodded slightly, her eyes fixed on the floor.

"As for you boy, you get the rest of the day off. Go get yourself a beer, maybe a woman too?" he said with a snicker. "Go home, we're gonna be busy here".

"Ain't finished yet", Daryl said sharply, crushing the cigarette butt with the heel of his boot.

"And I said I don't care. Just go home, or wherever it is that you live. You deaf or something? I said you're done here". He let go of Carol and stepped forward, ignoring the gasp he heard coming out of her mouth.

"An' I said I wasn' done, but alrite, I'm gonna go home", he replied, now boldly staring at Carol, who was still standing next to him.

"You gotta learn not to question your boss, boy. And you go inside, woman", he barked. "Put on something nice for yer husband". He smirked at Daryl one more time and turned around, grabbing her arm and taking her inside with him, the door closing behind them with a loud bang and the smirk still plastered on his face.