*Author's Note*

Thanks for reading, faving, following, and reviewing.

Well, I got this out in a quick amount of time. Cap's such a sassy Rick-rolling troll in this haha. Oh, guess what everybody, I finally settled on a name for the sequel to Thrown Into McCoy's Feud. The sequel's name is Surviving With The Devil's Son. That will be posted once TIMF is finished, which won't be for another 5-plus chapters. I figured out an ending for this story that's a bit heavy and emotional, but it also opens up leeway for a sequel if I choose to do that.

Anyways, I'll end my note so ya'll can get to reading.

Maybe Monday Hates You Too

Novella POV:

On Thursday we finally went home and honestly seeing the farmhouse surrounded by a large wooden-barbed wire cattle fence with a huge metal gate was a bit much to take it. It made everything that had happened late Sunday night early Monday morning seem direr, scarier and more serious than it had felt. Once inside the house we had to clean out the entire fridge since most of the dairy products had expired and the produce had rotted in the crisper drawers along with the deli meats and cheese growin' slimey and fuzzy due to us not being home to eat it. We also had to go grocery shopping to replace everything we had to trash.

Friday, Saturday, and Sunday was spent relaxing and being together intimately. I enjoyed being able to make love with Cap without worryin' bout how loud we were being, like when we were staying with his parents. Also, it was nice to be able have romantic moments that weren't strictly limited to the bedroom. Hey, when the mood hits it hits and it ain't always when in the bedroom. My boyfriend was a ruggedly handsome man that had the ability to make me swoon in a hot minute so…

Anyways today's Monday morning and I'm getting ready to go back to work at Uncle Perry's firm. Currently I'm standing in the bathroom wearing an off-white silk cami and grey pants while applying a silvery-grey eyeshadow to my lids. I could see Cap thru the mirror as he tied his navy striped tie around his neck. "Ya know, babe, we should just ride into town together. I gotta drop off some mediation papers to Perry for Roseanna 'bout Johnse's custodial rights to Sarah Elizabeth."

"What?" I blurted out, shootin' him a weird look via the mirror. "You mean you want us to go to Uncle Perry's firm together, walk in as a couple, for me to go off to my office while you give him papers that's goin' to crush him? Are you plum ass crazy, Cap?" I sarcastically told my boyfriend, who was shruggin' on his navy suit jacket, as I continued to fix up my eyeshadow.

"No, I ain't plum ass crazy. I'm bein' practical." Cap told me in his deep rollin' timbre as he walked over to grab his shoes from the closet.

"Don't seem like it." I scoffed, closing the shadow compact and tossing it into the large makeup case on the sink countertop.

I grabbed my eyeliner pen from the black and silver trimmed case while Cap plopped down on our bed. As I lined my eyes thinly black Cap was putting on his shoes while telling me, "Babe, usin' two vehicles to go to the same town's a waste of gas and money. I don't mind takin' us over the tug in my truck."

"You're not gonna relent on this are ya?" I sighed, putting the liner back and taking out my rose blush compact.

"Nope." Cap popped his tongue while making his was over to the bathroom as I quickly applied the blush to my cheek bones.

"Fine, we'll go to Pikeville together." I sighed, giving in, as I tossed the compact into the large makeup case and closing it while Cap reached over me, grabbing his bottle of sandalwood cologne. "So, mediation then?" I asked, grabbing my bottle of cherry blossom perfume and spraying some on as I watched via the mirror Cap spritz himself with his signature scent.

"Yea, Johnse's tryin' to do it the nice way. Court's only if they can't come to an agreement at mediation." Cap told me as we walked out of the bathroom.

"You're representing Johnse and I know Perry's gonna represent Roseanna." I informed him, my flowing voice a bit flat, as I grabbed my grey blazer off the bed and put it on.

"Yea, but I don't think ya should be on the council for either of 'em." Cap told me, sittin' on our bed, as he watched me go into our closet and grab my grey peep-toe heels.

"I agree, it'd be too messy." I nodded, goin' over to sit next to him to put on my shoes.

"I'm gonna make up some coffee." Cap patted my knee before standing up and walking out of our room.

Oh boy, I'm in a pickle now.

Cap pulled into the parking lot behind Uncle Perry's firm so fast that I think he might've run over a squirrel. God, I was so nervous that I felt like I was gonna throw up. The sound of the morning talk show over the radio cut out as Cap turned off the truck's engine. Grabbin' the legal papers out of the large armrest/middle console between us he asked, "Ready to go inside, get your shitty day started?"

"Yea, so let's go." I sarcastically replied, pushing open my door.

Cap just shook his head and chuckled while mirroring my actions and opening up his own door. In silence we slammed the doors shut and walked around the truck. He took hold of my hand, gently squeezing it to give me a sense of ease and support, and then led me across the parking lot and up the sidewalk to the front of the office building. He let my hand go to open the double doors once we reached them. The door chime dinged as we walked inside, me in front of him.

Old decrypted Betty's head snapped up at the sound of the chime. She narrowed her beady blue eyes and curled up her nose while spatting, "Hatfield ya ain't welcomed 'round here. Go on an' get."

"Ah, Betty Blankenship, good mornin' to you too. And here I thought the Wicked Wich of the West melted and died." Cap scarcastically told Betty with a large smirk on his face. "Acutally I think I'm very welcomed here since I had'a drop my girlfriend off to work, plus I need to serve some mediation paperwork to that slimeball boss of yours." I heard Cap tell Betty, fake mocking sweetness oozing from his deep timbre, as I started to make my way across the room and toards the hall.

"Novella LaVerne Landon, how could ya do this to Tolbert?! Take up with such trash?" Betty spat accusingly at me in her raspy voice, causing my to freeze in my steps.

Shrugging I told her, "Cap was my boyfriend in Baltimore. We took a break right when we first moved here, but decided to be together after a few weeks apart."

"Well, Betty, if ya don't mind I'm gonna walk Nova to her office and then barge into Perry's cause I''ve got somethin' he needs to give that twit niece of yours." Cap remarked as he walked over to me and placed his hand on the small of my back.

Betty just raised a brow at us and shook her head in disgust, watching silently as we walked down the hall.

We came to a stop in front of my office door. "I'll be by at 5 to pick ya up." Cap told me, quickly giving me a kiss.

"Okay." I nodded, my flowing voice a bit soft. Pointing to a door slightly down the hall I informed him, "That's Uncle Perry's office."

Cap nodded and told me, "Your day's gonna be hell once I leave. If ya need'a talk just call me."

"I know." I simply told him before opening my office door and stepping inside, leaving him to stand out in the hall.

Cap POV:

The office hallway looked like shit. Perry Cline was a horrible decorator. The dark wood floors and bare white walls along with the lack of bright lighting and any kind of wall hangings or pictures made the hall seem like it was closing in on ya. It was suffocating. After watchin' Nova enter her office I made my way over to the door she pointed out as her uncle's. Ah, that shady snake was gonna get a nice visit from me.

I stopped at Perry Cline's door and quickly I opened it and stepped inside. I slammed the door shut behind me, makin' Perry snap his head up and look at me. "What're you doing here? Who let you inside?" He asked with wide startled eyes, a franticness to his slick voice.

"Oh, Perry, that's no way to greet your niece's boyfriend. Her boyfriend that was kind 'nough to bring her to work this mornin' too."

"Christ, she would get wrapped up in and fooled by your charming tricks and lies." Perry snipped under his breath, shakin' his head.

"Ah-ah-ah." I waggled my finger at the man sittin' behind his desk, glarin' at me like a furious fox. Sittin' down on the edge of the desk I told him in a deep-toned sing-song voice, "You know, ya should try and be nice to me considerin' I'm gonna be the father of your great-nieces and nephews."

"What in Sam's Hill, you're here telling me that you got my niece pregnant?"

"No, not yet, but sooner or later it's gonna happen since we've thrown all caution to the wind." He blanched at my response, silently lookin' like he swallowed a marble or somethin'. Smirkin' I held the mediation papers out to him while sayin', "Real reason I'm here's to drop these off."

"What're they, papers for the trial?" Perry asked, quickly snatching the papers from me.

"No, mediation papers. Johnse's requesting visitation and custodial rights of his daughter, Sarah Elizabeth."

"What?!" The shyster exclaimed, his brows risin' up to his hairline. "What kind of cruel game is this?"

"Same kind that whore of your's pulled on my brother." I responded, giving him a cold stare as I stood up. "I'll be by the house with Nova later to get the rest of her shit." I informed him as I walked over to the door. "Oh, by the way, try some new décor. The hallway looks like the inside of a mental ward." I sarcastically japed before walking out of the room, letting the door shut hard behind me.

Tolbert POV:

I had just dropped Sally Elle off at school and decided to stop by Perry's office an' see if Ella was back t'work yet. When I pulled into the lot an' saw a large black truck wit' West Virginie plates my heart dropped. He was here. I didn't know if Ella was, but that one-eyed scrawny bastard was. Fuckin' prick, rubbin' it in everyone's faces that he snake-charmed her t'be wit' him. Ugg, I didn't wanna deal wit' that fog-eye today.

I had just gotten out of my old truck and walked a few feet 'way from it whenever the devil's son emerged from the alley sidewalk and onto the parkin' lot. Great… A large shit ettin' grin appeared on his face as he sarcastically greeted me wit', "Oh, Tolbert McCoy, I hope you're here for legal council and not to hit on Nova. She's off the market per say."

"Ella's only wit'cha cause yer a liar that snake-charmed her 'til she believed herself in love an' took yer no good ass back." I gruffly told him, lettin' 'im know that I knew his scam. I knew how he tricked my Ella, who's got the biggest an' kindest heart.

"Oh, so you did figure out that Nova's with me." Cap Hatfield sniggered, pullin' his pack of smokes from his pocket. "Hmm, was wonderin' if ya'd catch on since the stairs don't make it outta the basement with ya." He mocked, sticking a cig in his mouth and lightin' it. The bastard took his first drag while stuffin' his pack of smokes back into his pocket while tellin' me, "I mean Nova hates the name Ella, but low and behold you continue to call her it." He took another quick drag 'fore sneerin', "Not too bright there, Crazy McCoy."

"Shut up, fog-eye." I ordered in a velvet snap, the vein in my neck startin' to twitch. "Ya don't got no right t'be here. All ya gotta do is drop her off an' git t'where ya gotta be."

"See, you're wrong bout that too." Cap smirked at me, a slight chuckle in his deep voice. I ain't wrong, stupid bastard. The smirk quickly disappeared off his face an' it turned into a cold slap of marble as he told me in length, "I'm not droppin' her off, I took her to work and I'll be here later to pick her up so we can go home. Also, I needed to give Perry somethin' from my brother, Johnse, for that twit of a McCoy whore sister of yours."

"Don't call my sister a whore, ya filthy Hatfield." I spat, offended that he'd call Roseanna that. My sister was quiet an' sweet, nothin' like a whore. Now his brother Johnse was a whore, a ragin' man whore that is.

"I dunno, just callin' a spade a spade. Way I was raised a girl that spreads her legs within hours of meetin' a man's a whore and that's what your sister did for my brother or at least that's what he said." Cap told me in a deep rollin' tone, shruggin' an' slightly tiltin' his head as he smoked. Smirkin' wit' a wicked gleam in his mismatched eyes he mocked me deeply wit', "But we both know that Nova's not a whore. Must be the reason you're so desperate to get her back, ya know since these back-hills hollers are full of nothin', but whores to pick from." The bastard's deep wavin' tone was full of sarcasm as he asked in a sneer, "Wouldn't want a whore playin' step-mama, now would we?"

"Ya sum-bitch, shut the hell up!" I shouted, my velvet gruff voice crackin' loudly wit' anger.

"Ah-ah-ah, crazy, calm down." He waggled his finger at me. "Wouldn't want to add an assault charge on top of that murder charge, now would we?" Damn fog-eyed demon bastard had me there an' he knew it. I couldn't 'ford anymore charges pinned on me.

"When Ella finds out what ya an' yer family really are she'll dump yer ass so fast."

Cap blew a large cloud o'smoke in my face 'fore he sneered in a deep confident tone, "Tolbert, as I said 'fore you're not too bright. Perry Cline already to her bout that, but she doesn't believe it. She never will."

With his cig firm 'tween his pointer an' middle fingers he strutted by me an' ov'r to his truck. I shook my head in anger an' disbelief, marchin' 'cross the parkin' lot. As I stepped onto the sidewalk I heard the loud screechin' of rubber tires burnin'. I turned my head only t'see the fog-eye's shiny new black truck peelin' outta the lot.

Meanwhile Inside The Office Building…

Novella POV:

I was sitting at my desk going thru emails on my computer whenever the door to my office flung open. I snapped my head up only to see my uncle, a furious look on his fox-like face, marching inside of the doorway. "Your one-eyed Hatfield demon of a boyfriend just dropped these off and insulted my fiancé." Uncle Perry told me, his slick voice raised, as he held up some papers in the air. "Johnse Hatfield wants to enact his rights to Sarah Elizabeth due to her having his name." My uncle informed me before giving me an accusing look and asking, "How'd he find out about her name being McCoy-Hatfield? Roseanna never told, nobody in Kentucky did either."

"Um, I kinda asked Cap if he knew bout if after seeing her homework on the kitchen table…" I awkwardly stretched out in my flowing voice, biting my lower lip sheepishly.

"Dear lord, I thought I raised you to be smarter than this." Uncle Perry chastised me, shaking his head in disbelief. "That Hatfield's using you to further his ambitions and help his family. He's lying to you 'bout being in love with you just to get information. Once you're not useful anymore he'll toss you aside." He told me, his slick voice firm and unpleasant.

"No, he won't, he's not like that." I shook my head in protest, causin' my copper hair to flitter around my shoulders. "Hell, Uncle Perry, you don't even know Cap. He's a good man and he really does love me."

"That one-eyed demon doesn't love you. Don't delude yourself. The man that's in love with you's Tolbert, but you're too blinded by that Hatfield's charms to see it."

I'm so sick and tired of everyone in Pike County, Kentucky trying to push me with Tolbert. "Don't even go there. Me and Tolbert's been dead and gone for years, stop trying to get me to strike that up 'gain."

"Yes, well, he'll definitely be dead and gone soon considering you're messing around with the ADA Cap Hatfield." Uncle Perry told me with a bite to his slick tone.

"No, he'll be dead cause the evidence's stacked up against him. There's so many half-truths and lies about this case that the more it unravels the more hopeless it is. The smart thing to do would be settling for a plea deal." I told my uncle, cutting a semi-harsh look at him.

Perry rolled his eyes at me. "Oh, of course you'd say that after spending a week across the Tug." Pointing his finger at me with his face a skewed he ordered, "You're going to do your job right. Defend the McCoy boys with everything you got, even though you're sleeping with their enemy and living with him too." Before I could get a word in he quickly added, "We're hidin' this from Ole Rand'l, truth'll break his dear old heart."

"Oh, of course, what's one more lie on top of the mountation you already got going." I sarcastically shook my head.

"I didn't raise you to be like this. I know you're like his cause of that one-eyed Hatfield bastard. Sadly, Novella, you're a disappointment." Uncle Perry told me in a long sigh before quickly exiting my office, shutting the door behind him.

My uncle's words were ringing in my ears, even though he'd left my office minutes ago. The more I lingered and thought on them the more they made me feel guilty. I hated feeling guilty and torn cause I decided to see and live with a man that my uncle, along with everyone he was close too, hated. Damnit, it's not like I wanted to fall in love with Cap. Not like I planned it, I mean when I got with him back east he went by Will. The feelings for him were already strong when I moved here and after having a talk with him I decided to stop running from them. And of course, Uncle Perry had to bring up Tolbert. Is it too hard for him and everyone else to understand that I love Tolbert, a part of me always will since he was my first everything, but I'm not in love with him.

I was leaning back in my chair, sipping on my coffee out of my Yeti travel mug, whenever my door opened to reveal Tolbert. He had a pissed off looked on his face and I knew that he must've run into Cap in the parking lot. As soon as he closed the door I suddenly got a wiff of a strong smell. Instantly my stomach started to churn. I stopped sipping on my coffee and put the metal mug on my desk, all the while watching Tolbert make his way to one of the chairs. As he sat down the smell I couldn't put my finger on got stronger, makin' my stomach quickly roll in choppy waves. Tolbert opened his mouth to sat something, but quickly clamped it shut whenever I rolled my chair back and leaned my head over the trash can next to my desk, emptying my breakfast of French-vanilla coffee and strawberry pop tarts.

Tolbert looked at me with slightly wide stormy eyes, a knowing glossed over them. "You're pregnant." He told me, a matter-o-fact tone clearly present in his velvety gruff timbre.

I couldn't be pregnant, I only stopped takin' the pill last week. "No. Just a strong smell makin' my stomach feel funny's all it is." I told him the my reasoning on why I just barfed up my breakfast.

"No, you're pregnant." Tolbert told me with a firm head shake, his voice strong with his theory. His mouth opened once more and out poured the reason behind his theory. "The strong smell's the shine res'due on my coat. It used t'make Mary sick somethn' awful when she was pregnant wit' Sally Elle."

My eyes widened with horror. I couldn't be pregnant. I mean if I was then-oh shit-I was roughly a month along and even though I've been with Cap there was that one time with Tolbert on my birthday. "Oh…well, maybe you're wrong."

"I don't think I'm wrong. Was drunk on yer birthday, reckon I didn't pull out." Of course I would be tipsy and stupid enough to get pulled into old feelings and memories on my birthday, resulting in me sleeping with my pissy ginger ex.

I held my hand up and waved it a little while advising in a flowing sigh, "Don't be getting ahead of yourself, Tolbert. I've been seeing Cap since a week after my birthday. If I'm knocked up it's his."

"I dunno, they say it only takes one time."

"Tolbert, if you're not going to ask me something about your case then maybe you should go." I snapped, not wanting to be bothered with his shit this morning. It's the last thing I needed right now was his remarks.

"I'll get goin', just stopped by t'see if ya made it back an' ya did." He nodded rising from his chair. "Reckon you'll be runnin' down the street to the Rite-Aid t'see if yer gonna be a mama." Tolbert told me while walking over to the door. "Let me know if ya are. There's a chance it's mine an' I like the idea of bein' a poppy 'gain." Tolbert said smoothly before opening the door and walking out.

Shit, shit, shit! Damn pills better not be defective. I don't need any more drama in my life. Damnit, now I gotta go to the pharmacy. I should wait til lunch, but if I don't do it now the what if is gonna be gnawing at me all morning. I mean I didn't even notice if I missed my monthly visit from Aunt Flo, but with all the drama going on I guess it slipped my mind.

Damn, I better go to Rite Aide now or I'm gonna drive myself crazy.

Perry POV:

I couldn't let Johnse with the help of his one-eyed evil brother Cap hurt Roseanna with the rights claim. Johnse never wanted Sarah Elizabeth when she was born, but now suddenly he does whenever Roseanna's brother's are going to be tried for the murder of his uncle, Ellison Hatfield. This is a scheme cooked up by Devil Anse Hatfield himself, I know it is. Oh, and my niece unwittingly played right into it. Damn, Novella would be blinded by Cap Hatfield's charm. I'm disappointed in her, she knows how those Hatfield boys are. She saw what happened to my sweet fiancé all those years ago.

There was only one way to ensure that Johnse didn't get any vistational and custodial rights to Sarah Elizabeth and that was calling up Bad Frank and getting him to make Johnse Hatfield disappear. Which is what I was doing, ringing up the former outlaw turned Christian and law officer.

"Hello." Bad Frank's weasel-like voice greeted me as soon as the ringing stopped.

"Hello, Frank. I got a problem I need you to fix." I told him, getting down to he point and not beating around the bush.

"What kind of problem?"

"Johnse Hatfield made a discover about Sarah Elizabeth having his last name and had taken out mediation papers for Roseanna to give him visitation and joint custodial rights. The news'll break her heart, I need him to go away so the problem can be solved."

Moses POV:

Holy shit, Uncle Perry, who seemed like such a proper lawyer with a stick stuck so far up his ass, was telling Bad Frank Phillips to whack Johnse cause he wants rights to his own kid. Dear sweet baby Jesus, I would over hear this right outside his door, with it slightly cracked, since I was gonna give him a file he requested. Fuck that shit, he ain't getting the file. He can track it down in my office cause that's where I'm headin' to. Geez, and I was thinking the Hatfields had a mob like family system going on. Seems like Uncle Perry's involved with Bad Frank's schemes too. Looks like I'm headed to the Tug Fork Valley Saw Mill after work to tell Devil Anse there's a hit out on his son.

I was just starting to go back to my office whenever my sister's door opened and she came rushin' out into the hallway. "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing, just need to go to the Rite Aid down the street real quick to pick something up." Novella told me, a pale look on her face.

"Want me to give ya a ride?" I offered, thinking that she might be sick or something.

"No, I can walk, but thanks anyways." My sister declined with a half-smile and a head shake before clicking and clanking quickly down the hall in her heels.

Yep, I'm makin' a beeline for my office. I need'a log onto my Game of Thrones Ascent account and try to level up my character Surviving Oracle Quinn Snow and train his sworn swords before the next AVA battle, which was in a few days too.

AN:

So, is Novella pregnant or is it a false alarm? Yikes, Perry Cline's a shady snake ain't he? Moses has his first spy intel for the Hatfields too. My oh my, the drama's on!