A/N I love this chapter! ::rubs hands together evilly::

I stab my knife into the map. "They're in this area. Big fucking towers and chain link around an electric company. Near the shore. Can't fucking miss it!"

"But we—"

"No more goddamn fucking excuses," I yell at one of my lieutenants. "Find me Salvation Sixty Six!"

"Sir?"

"What," I snap at Dwight.

"It's Connor and Simon. They're packing."

"Pussies," John comments disgusted.

I don't go after them to beg them to stay. I do it because I want to beg them for something else. The tough facade I had in the meeting room softens as I struggle to find my words. "If you see her... please... keep her safe." My nose is broken again by Simon.

"You just let them walk out there alone? Three women and fucking Niko?"

"Carson and Harlan went with them too."

He stares back at me appalled. "You better watch your back if something happens to Teddy—"

I hit him so hard, he falls on his ass. Fuck, I thought I killed him. I grab him by the lapels of his shirt and pull him up to shake him until he wakes. "Don't you fucking threaten me, Simon!"

Simon pushes himself away from me, stumbling back some. "You're not even listening to what I'm saying! You know what it's like out there. Hell, you're proof. If anything happens to them, that's on you. You fooled us all, Negan, when you told us that the Hilltop was a threat to us. I find out today they don't even have weapons, barely any food. Because you took that from them. You're fucking pathetic!"

Connor and Alder's original five wives also follow Simon. "Goddamn disappointing," Connor tells me.

I'm oddly a little more disturbed by Connor's words. It is disappointing, and it seemed like it all fell to fuck within a matter of moments. "Get back to work," I yell at the rest of my men. I've lost so many good people, and Niko, that I don't even know how we're going to come back from this.

"Alder."

I look down at one of my men and cock my head. "The fuck did you just call me?"

"Uh. Your name. Negan." His eyes shift side to side. "Oh fuck, I'm sorry. I mean, Sir."

I'm losing my goddamn mind.

Everyone wants to compare me to Alder? Fine by fucking me. "Saviors, listen up." I mean, why not the harem, too? Oh, and the best part about having wives?

"Sherry, don't do this," Dwight begs broken.

"It's just temporary. Something I can do so you don't have to worry about me and points anymore."

And he's just dumb enough to fall for that bullshit. I don't even get all the way in my room before I have Sherry against the wall.

My fuck you to Lucille.

My fuck you to Dwight.

My fuck you to Vin.

There is no shortage of willing women ready to forgo points and by the end of the day, I have five wives.

Wives mean I'm never alone.

Wives mean a distraction.

Wives mean I will never be stupid enough to fall for some bitch again.

They'll protect me, alongside Lucille.

"Little pig, little pig. Let me in." Sometimes I crack my own fucking self up with the shit that comes from my mouth. I gotta get my fun where I can.

Rick meets me at the gates of Alexandria.

This is the most ri-goddamn-diculous thing I have ever seen. These people live behind these walls in houses. Running water. Fucking ice makers. Mowing their lawns like nothing ever fell to fuck. The first time we visit Rick, I take half his supplies and his doctor ain't happy. "Do you want my men to start picking out some soft goods?"

"No, it's ok. Take it."

"Well, then. I guess we'll be going. Thanks so much for your time." I reach for Lucille that I've made Rick cart around as a mind fuck. "Thanks for being so accommodating, friend. In case you haven't caught on, I just slid my dick down your throat, and you thanked me for it." This is the moment that I know I can't fall any further. At least, until I see her. I can't see her eyes behind her cracked glasses, but I don't need to to know the hatred Vin has for me right now. I've become Alder. His words leave my mouth. Hoarding, taking, killing for supplies. Wives. Granted, my wives have it fucking made. "There's not a lot to say—"

"Rick's going to kill you."

I take David's gun and shove it into Vin. "Why wait for Rick? Go right the fuck ahead—" The bullet hits me right in the thigh. That meaty muscle part. "Fuck!"

When Vin is taken to the ground by David, her glasses crush under his boots.

"No," I scream, "stop! Let her go." Goddammit. I take my belt off and make a tourniquet.

"You just wait until I have another shot, Negan," she shouts.

"Well, you better goddamn learn how to aim better, you fucking useless bitch," I bark.

"There are plenty of other ways to put you in the ground!"

My bullshit is all a facade. Vin's isn't. Watching how fucking angry she is. How she's threatening my life. Vin. Threatening me. "Load up," I shout, getting in the truck.

Once we get back home, I call David over and stab him right in the stomach. It's hypocritical, I know. In his mind, he was only doing what any good soldier would. I'm so fucking angry at everything. The only person who's been on my side just threatened to put me in the ground, and, fuck. I believe her. I stab him again when I think about his boots crushing her glasses. Again when I think about how Alder had Vin on the ground. Again when I think about fucking Lucille on that desk. Again knowing Dwight fucked Lucille.

My men are silent.

I shove David off me and onto the ground. When he hits the gravel, his innards spill out like sausage stuffed in casings on an assembly line. "Put him on the fence. Now," I bellow when they all fucking stand there. "And find me Salvation Sixty Six!"