He left me again to do some "errands" that he likes to call it. I doubt it. I just realized I haven't been at my apartment or job. I really need to mention that to Joker. He mentioned a couple days ago when he dragged me back to the warehouse that I can walk around the warehouse. I decided to wear one of his button ups and some short spanx. I don't feel like wearing a tight fighting shirt. I believe he doesn't have anything for me to do so I'm going to stay here and cook. I tapped my lip in thought. Maybe I can make it up to him all those years ago by making his favorite dinner. I hope he has the ingredients. If not. then I would have to ask one of his men or I might just go out my self and buy it. Not like he would know. More than half the men in the area are mentally unstable. I think I can whiz pass them. First though I am going to check what is in stock. Probably nothing. I turned the knob heading out to the so-called kitchen. I reached on my tippy toes looking in the broken cabinets. I heard a low whistle. I opened a drawer finding a steak knife. Of all the things he has, it's a steak knife. I pointed it out to the men who were now staring. I spoke, "Make one move towards me and see what happens."

A man smirked, "We are just enjoying the view."

I could use him as a threat. Oh and I will. I spoke, "I can always tell Mr. J what you guys been doing. I would tell him well they were staring me down like hungry dogs. I didn't have any clean clothes to wear so I wore yours."

Another man snorted, "I can't believe he is sleeping with this bitch."

I felt the side of my face twitch a little. My hand gripped the knife tightly. I took one step closer to the men who were now crowding the entry way. The same man spoke, "Guys, I think that boss wanted an easy lay. I wouldn't mind going for a round or two. How about it, woman?"

I stepped forward before lunging the knife at him. Blood splattered landing on Joker's shirt. I twisted the knife having more blood drip onto the floor. I whispered, "Be careful what you say."

I let go of the knife when I felt it start to slip out of my hands. A thump sounded the area and the other guys backed away instantly. I walked over the body heading to Joker's room. I need to get dress to go grocery shopping.

I looked over my list seeing the ingredients I need. I feel like this is the day all over again but hopefully no one takes me this time. I placed everything that I could find for his favorite meal, Chicken Parmesan, in the cart. I tapped my finger against the metal piece of the cart in thought, "Maybe I should get more food so it's not always that disgusting take out food he brings back."

Grocery shopping didn't take long and before I know it I was carrying bags of food back to the warehouse. I looked around before calling out, "Mr. J?"

No answer. Good, glad he isn't here. That means I can cook in peace. When we first started living together, he did have a knack for staring and asking to have samples.

I stirred the sauce around in the pot. I turned around to get the noodles ready to be boiled. When I turned around once I heard the water boil, I saw a swooping finger in the pot of sauce. I called out, "Jack! Don't do that! It's not ready."

His finger came out of his mouth with a 'pop'. He smiled big, "I couldn't resist."

I placed the noodles in the boiling water gently. I turned on my heel with my hands on my hips, "Get out of the kitchen, Jack."

He stuck out his bottom lip playfully, "I just wanted to try it."

I eyed him now placing my hands on his shoulders, "Trying it to you means it will be halfway gone before I am done. Now shoo with you. Go watch the television or something. Do man things!"

He laughed, "I can't watch my wife cook?"

I gave him one last shove once he was at the entry way to the dining room. I answered, "No! You eat while I cook and I would like to have some left overs when I go to work and that goes for you as well!"

He turned around grabbing my wrists pulling me closer. His smile was just above my head. His free hand hooked underneath my chin, "Fine then give me some sugar."

I rolled my eyes before I went on my tippy toes kissing him. I pulled away smacking his behind, "Now git!"

He laughed and I could still hear his laughter when he was heading to the garage. I am sure he is working on the crib that is going to be for our unborn child. I rubbed my little protruding belly sighing. I whispered, "Your father is something else."

The noodles are being boiled as the chicken is now in the oven to be cooked. I already put some sauce over the chicken along with mozzarella. A voice interrupted my stare down at the piece of meat, "What do we have here?"

I turned my head looking at the owner of the voice. I crossed my arms, "I'm cooking. That's what's up. Now get out before I make you get out."

The Joker looked down at the ground seeing the fresh blood pools on the concrete. He raised an eyebrow licking his lips. Once he got in the warehouse, his men instantly called the woman who is cooking a she-devil. They explained what happened. He couldn't help but feel a little proud she chose a knife of all things for her first kill. He waltzed in the make shift kitchen, his jacket flowing a little behind him. He bent down looking in the oven and frowned, "How did you get this stuff?"

I shrugged, "I went out like a normal person. I needed stuff and I got stuff. I was hungry and I am sure you and those disgusting men out there are hungry."

Joker stood up straight. His height towered over my small frame. I didn't notice till I tried to work my way to my left bumping into him. I rubbed my nose, "What's your problem?"

Joker's tongue licked his lips before I felt his hand grip underneath my chin over my throat. I swallowed thickly. He spoke lowly, "You weren't supposed to go outside. You were supposed to stay inside. Now you are making this abomination."

I used my strength pushing him away. He teetertatered but let go of my neck. I rubbed my neck speaking, "You expect me to stay in this place? You expect me to live off that disgusting food you bring home. I didn't get kidnapped if that is what you are thinking. I can make what ever the hell I want! If you aren't going to eat it cause it is too attached to the past then I am going to have left overs. Now get out of here before I do something I regret."

He took one step closer putting his hand on my cheek. He inquired, "What will you do? Kill me like you did to one of my men?"

My brows furrowed. I am confused. I didn't kill anyone. I slapped his hand away, "I didn't kill anyone. You know me. I can't do anything of that sort."

He snorted continuing to push my buttons, "Sure and my men are lying. There is a fresh blood pool sitting pretty in this entry way. I know for sure it isn't mine."

I threw my hands into the air in frustration, "I don't know what you are talking about! Your men probably got into a fight and killed a man. I wouldn't be surprised!"

He stayed silent for a few moments. He thinks that the woman in front of him doesn't remember. Before he came in here, he went to his room seeing a pretty bloody shirt of his on the ground. Maybe that would spark her mind. I saw him pull something out from behind. He held up one of his shirts, "How did this get blood stains?"

I recognized the shirt as the one I was wearing earlier. I shook my head shrugging, "You must of killed someone and forgot to clean it and I didn't notice it."

He wagged his finger at me, "Oh no no no. You killed a man. You wore this when I left this morning. You killed one of my men with a steak knife. I needed him!"

I rolled my eyes, "You can always get more like you have been doing. I didn't kill anyone."

His hand gripped the shirt tightly shaking it infront of me, "You are insufferable, woman! What do you remember today?"

I answered, "I remember getting up changing into that shirt you are wearing, fixed the bed, came down stairs to see what food we had which was none, one of your men was saying crude remarks, I went shopping afterwards and now I am here. I don't understand what that has to do with anything."

He ran a hand through his hair in annoyance. He held up a finger, "I have my men tell me what happened. Apparently you don't remember jack shit. You wouldn't let anyone say any of those remarks to you. I know you."

I shook my head, "I know you too! We been around each other for what 14 years? That's saying something."

He growled, "I had enough of this. Throw that out and see me in my office."

I rolled my eyes, "Like I am going to throw out food. Now get the hell out of my kitchen."

He gestured to the room, "This isn't a kitchen!"

I pointed my spatula at him, "I'll make it into one. Now get out."

He let out a deep growl before stalking away to where I am guessing his office is. Good. That jerk telling me I killed someone. I definitely did not.

So here we go~! I think for this chapter I made her a little bit more on the edge. This whole thing would continue to the next chapter. He would somehow prove to her yes you did kill that man so stop saying you didn't. I hope I made him crazy enough well a little bit more crazy and have her dip into the deep end a little bit by bit. I hope you guys enjoy! It's raining where I'm at and if its snowing or raining try to stay dry and warm! Enjoy guys :D P.S I love the reviews. The reviews and the help of my best friend is really getting me going for this. I also have a time line of when they met, when Eric was born and all and the ages. I just need to find a good opportunity to put it somewhere so someone knows at least how old and what happened through those times. Anywho! Enjoy once again :D