The truck ground to a halt, it was dark and it was time. Negan held his breath. He could hear people talking. Gary was in the driver's seat of this truck, the passenger was a Savior named Seth. They'd both been given silenced pistols and instructions to shoot if the Raiders at the gate cause any problems.
Negan heard three muffled gunshots followed by the thwang of something hitting the side of the truck. When the passenger door opened nobody in the back of the truck said a word, nobody even breathed. The next noise was the clank of what sounded like a metal gate grinding open before the passenger door slammed shut and they started moving again.
Negan sighed, everyone fucking did. This was phase one of the plan and by the sounds of things it had gone fucking perfectly or as close to perfection as possible. The next time the truck stopped it would truly be show time and he could hardly wait. He hadn't become the leader of the Saviours by running away from fights, he actually fucking enjoyed days like these. The adrenaline, the gun pressed in his palm, a dice with death made him feel alive.
The back door of the truck began to open with a clatter to reveal Gary's grin shining brightly before there was a pop of gunfire and Gary's face split like a coconut smashed against a rock. Bits went everywhere.
"Everybody out," Negan roared, shoving people through the door. The worst fucking thing they could do was stand still.
He jumped out with his men, firing a blast of his M4 for cover as his people spread out. He'd hoped for an easier entrance, more stealthy, but it was too late now. Time to adapt. The gunfire blared, a grenade went off, the dark was alight in Negan's organised chaos.
"Everyone do their job," he commanded over the din but to their credit everyone was already doing it. His men didn't fuck around, they were forming into their groups without need for instruction and heading off to their predesigned destinations like dutiful soldiers. He grinned, he was proud, when he needed focus they found it in bucketfuls.
Miguel, Simon and Donnie ran to Negan's side to form his little group. He was heading straight for the jugular of this shitstorm. Carly had pinpointed the rooms in the compound that belonged to Jacob and he figured they were his best chance of catching him alive. He wanted that fucker in one piece and breathing.
Rae had said that Jacob's home had been a rehab facility for rich fuckers and he could definitely see it as they entered the main hallway. It was all clean and new with potted fucking plants everywhere. They took the route Carly had suggested to avoid the main lounge area but that didn't stop them encountering Raiders.
The first was an unarmed woman who fell to her knees crying messy tears and begging for her life. Negan cocked her over the head with the back of his gun before Simon cable tied her wrists and threw her in the nearest room.
The next was a boy who couldn't have been older than 16, he raised his gun and Donnie took the kill without hesitation. Before Negan could think 'fuck' an older man came charging from behind the boy firing one shot of his pistol before he took a bullet right between the eyes. A great fucking shot by all accounts, it was just a shame that the rifleman was that jumped up prick, Miguel.
"Lets keep going," Negan commanded. The one thing this plan needed was speed and he'd made sure to force feed the idea down his men's necks. He wanted to catch these Raiders with their hands up their asses and shut the shit down so fast they wouldn't know which way was up and which way was fucking down.
Negan entered Jacob's bedroom with a kick of his boot slamming open the door to find some naked broad all splayed out, her tittie's jiggling as she jumped from the bed and ran across the room. He laughed, perks of being the fucking leader. He followed big tits into the ensuite room where she was wrapping a towel around her modesty.
"Did you not hear all the gunfire out there darling?" Simon said.
She didn't answer, she probably thought the gunfire was outside the wall. These fucks probably thought nothing could touch them, Jacob probably assumed he was king dick. The thought made Negan want to get his hands on Jacob more than ever.
"Where's your boyfriend, princess?" Negan cranked up the charm.
"I… I… I don't know."
He could see her hand reaching behind her, fumbling for the giant can of hairspray before she pointed it at him and sprayed. He moved his face to avoid a hit of spray in the eye before knocking it across the bathroom with the back of his hand and grinning, "no time for a fucking hair do."
He had to give her credit for at least trying. Negan laughed as he manhandled big tits into the shower, flicking it on full blast and freezing. "You cool off while I find your shit for brains leader." He wedged the bathroom door shut with a chair before they exited the room. He wasn't going to kill every fucker here, just the top fuckers and anyone who had half a brain to raise a gun.
"I'm definitely coming back for that mama," Simon grinned, humping the air, "she's gonna need comforting when all this shit is through."
Negan laughed, "you're one desperate motherfucker."
"You're not interested? Thought I might have to fight for a chance to tame those puppies."
Negan laughed it off but Simon was right, he had barely even looked at big tits. Jesus, he usually lived for that shit and it didn't matter if he had a gun to his head or a herd of dead on his ass. His dick was too preoccupied with long legs and dot to dot freckles.
It wasn't far to Jacob's office. Although Negan thought that if the man was worth a dime he'd be out in the thick of things with his people, taking care of business and killing the fuckers who'd decided to fuck up his home. Negan wouldn't blame him, Negan would personally fillet a person who tried the shit that he was pulling right now.
Outside Jacob's office were three Raiders, with three very tasty machine guns. They fired off a burst of rounds enough to make Negan and his men shrink back around the corner for cover.
Donny started shouting like a sonofabitch, clutching his shoulder.
"Shut the fuck up," Negan demanded before he turned to Simon who had this crazy look in his eyeballs spreading them wide before running his fingers over his moustache.
Simon reached to his belt and pulled out a grenade. Without a word of warning he pulled the pin with his teeth and released the handle.
Negan nodded, there was no time to suggest throwing a grenade in a small corridor full of his own men and his own ass was dipshit thinking.
Simon pitched it like a baseball.
The blast was like a nuclear bomb it resonated so damn loud. Jesus fuck, Simon was one crazy motherfucker.
Negan jumped through the residual smoke like the star of some 1980's cop movie to find two of the Raiders dead and the other, not dead. But what a fucking mess. Negan had seen some fucked up shit since the world ended. He put the fucker out of his misery before following Miguel through the half blasted door.
The man behind the ornate desk was wearing nothing but a flimsy pair of silk pajama bottoms. He ran a hand through his hair and didn't even try to grab the pistol that sat on the desk. "Good evening Gentlemen," the man smiled, "I'm going to assume you want to strike a bargain?"
Negan cast a sideways glance to Simon. This fuck had to be Jacob. "What bargain?" Negan humoured him. Unlucky for Jacob he had no earthly fucking idea who Negan was or how bad this shit was going to get.
"I have supplies hidden," he started, his smile smug as he negotiated like this was some board meeting in a corner office, like Negan gave a shit what he could give him. "You call off your people and we can come to an arrangement. There's nothing here, we can be men about this. I'll take a loss of supplies, you walk away without more bloodshed."
Negan nodded his head like he might consider it before he grinned, "how about I arrange for my friend Simon here to cut off your balls and shove them so far up your ass that you'll choke on them."
Jacob's smile faltered, "there's no need to be ugly, surely?"
Negan stepped deeper into the room, "there is every-fucking-need. You don't know me Jacob…"
His face dropped, the King Dick façade slipping entirely.
"But. I. know. you."
Jacob fumbled for his pistol but it was too late, Negan slammed the end of his rifle onto his hand.
"Oh fuck, did that hurt?" he laughed as Jacob crumbled with a cry of agony. "I gotta tell you Jacob, I'm not fucking sorry."
Negan grabbed him under his arm and pulled him to the centre of the room, the gunfire outside was fading, the fight was over and Negan was confidant, he never fucked unless he could fuck hard.
"What do you want?" Jacob managed.
"Doesn't matter what I want, because I'm already here fucking taking it. But I will tell you one fucking thing… Rae sends her regards," Negan slammed his rifle into Jacobs nose, the crack split through the room with a sickening crunch. Negan laughed, slamming his rifle into the side of Jacob's head with an even harder blow and then another until he was unconscious.
"Bag him," Negan ordered. Simon was already on the move. If Jacob thought it was all going to be over with tonight then he was wrong.
Donnie was sitting on the floor, inspecting his bullet wound.
Negan looked at Miguel who was pacing, his chest all puffed out, the vein in his head bulging. There was one reason he'd brought this fuck with him, well, two reasons, "that fucker definitely Jacob?"
"That's the asshole," Miguel spat.
"Thanks," Negan grinned before picking up Jacobs pistol from the table and firing, point blank. Miguel slumped to the ground and Negan threw the pistol after his body.
"Boss?" Simon questioned, his face amused.
"He was a jumped up little prick that had the gall to try and undermine me," and Rae. Now he was gone. Negan was a man of his fucking word when he said he'd take care of all Rae's problems.
When Negan dragged Jacob outside there were bodies everywhere, those who weren't dead were ceasing fire. It seemed that seeing their leader on his knees and defeated was enough persuasion for everyone to give up the fight and surrender. Negan wondered if his men would do the same thing. Would they fight for him if he was in chains or bow to whoever took his place? He didn't like the answer to that question.
"Make sure there's no fucking stragglers and I want a number on our people," he said to Simon, there was no one like Simon to get shit done.
To Mark he said, "find me a vehicle that runs."
Then he waited as the Raiders were gathered and shoved to their knees. Negan stood tall with Jacob hooded and bound at his feet, he was King Dick to everyone while their home burned to ash behind him.
Simon returned eventually, dragging along big tits and throwing her in with the others, "all Jacob's people are here."
"Our people?"
"Three dead, five wounded but they'll be okay."
"Who?"
"Gary, Alan and Craig."
"Okay," Negan didn't like it, he fucking hated losing his people. He might have ruled with an iron fucking fist but it was to keep his people safe, he controlled them for their own fucking good. He clenched his fist and released it, "make sure we bring them home."
Negan eye fucked all the Raiders, even after all the fighting and deaths there was still more than twenty faces. Now he needed to own this shit even if it didn't feel right without Lucille by his side. It was time to lay down the law.
"I'm Negan. You all belong to me now. There's no more Jacob, there's no more Raiders. This place is finished. You're going to be working for me. You're going to be coming home with me. Not only am I taking all your shit but you are going to load it up in your best trucks for me. The party is fucking over." He stared at each person as he spoke, looking for a spark of defiance, any signs of resistance but these fuck's were beat. Maybe it had already happened before he even came here.
"You," he pointed to a man, it didn't matter which one, "where's all the supplies?"
The man hesitated for a split second but that was all, "a warehouse... 'bout three miles from here."
Negan laughed, Jacobs best kept secret now belonged to him. Power was all just smoke and mirrors, gained as easily as it was lost. He felt a strange camaraderie to the asshole he had bound and hooded on the floor at his feet. Not one of his people had spoken for him. Nobody seemed to care what would happen to him. He wondered if Rae's people would speak for her, if his people would speak for him. Of course he knew the answer to both those questions.
Negan turned to Simon, "I want you to take the lot of them back to the Sanctuary."
"All of them?"
"This place is finished… and I don't think they give a fuck who's calling the shots. Load every salvageable fucking thing up from here and the warehouse and take it back home."
"What about Rae?" Mark said, popping up like a bad penny.
Right then Negan decided there was no fucking way that Mark was setting his toe in Rae's community or within three feet of her again. "What about Rae?"
"You're not gonna give her anything? Her people lost all their crops because of that asshole…" Mark nodded to Jacob.
Simon was watching Negan's reaction, in fact most of his men were watching. He was the boss, he'd set all the rules, everyone knew the score. He couldn't just change things because he had a soft spot for some long legs. Seeing the once powerful Jacob kneeling by his feet only reminded him that he couldn't risk being weak for even one split fucking second. "Rae pays the toll like any other fucker. We just put our fucking lives on the line for her, so you better believe she's gonna pay. Mark's right, she has fuck all but what's in Jacob's warehouse will be more than she could give us in a year."
It was the toll he gave to every other fucker but this felt different. Rae wasn't even here giving him one of her green eyed looks but she might as well have been. He remembered the meagre dinner than Grandma had served and shared with his people, the worried look Rae had got as she poured over Margo's clipboard of supples, the way she'd let him have half the apples.
That redhead was a problem, the guilt weighed heavy, uncomfortable, but he couldn't just hand her half the score. His men had fucking died for her, his men expected to take half of her shit. That warehouse would be her payment indefinitely. What Rae didn't know couldn't hurt her. Fuck, it might even save her. She was getting off fucking easy.
A/N- Thank you for reading and welcome to all my new readers and subscribers! Everyone who's left a comment thank you! I think I read them a million times to keep me going when I'm stuck haha.
Aisha- I always love to hear when people like my OC, its like when you tell a parent that their kids beautiful :D and its so crazy when someone rereads my stuff so thank you for your lovely words! Made me smile :)
Anyway, I hope you all liked this instalment, Negan did a couple of questionable things in there. Killing Miguel, taking all the supplies... is he too bad? Redeemable? Is Rae gonna kill him when she she's him next? What do you all think?