Authors note:The bustling city of Manhattan, New York is a cesspool of crime, pleasure, and secrets. Including the city's hidden gem, Alexandria lounge. Behind the club's glamour and beautiful women, lies secrets and bloodstains. And when Alexandria's best singer Michonne Hawthorne makes her way on stage, she can't help but catch the eyes of Rick Grimes. Will Rick resist the temptation of desire, and focus on handing his criminal empire? Or will lust cloud his vision, only allowing him to see his new infatuation and her pretty red dress? Some what a Darkfic, some OOC and M for smut, violence and language

June 13.1945. Manhattan, New York. Grimes Estate

Present.

"R-Rick-" Michonne's voice cracked, "I'm s-sorry... please, I'm so sorry..." She felt a pair of cold hands grab her arms, and hold her up to face her lover. Ex-lover.

Rick's blue eyes flashed with hatred and pain, as he stared at the woman before him.

"To think- to think I was going to make you my wife," he spat, pointing at her.

A endless stream of tears ran down Michonne's face. She knew this would happen, she knew. But it didn't make the pain any easier

Rick paced the space of his study, which felt suffocating in that moment despite the spacious amount of room it had. He paused, hands on his hips, facing away from Michonne and Daryl.

"If I see your face here ever again... I'll kill you. Don't ever even doubt that for a second," his voice was cold and unsteady.

Her heart dropped at his admission. Even Daryl's grip loosened at Rick's decision.

"Rick," his gruff voice interjected.

Rick's head turned by a fraction, awaiting Daryl's statement about what was to come next.

"Man, look at her. She ain't worth it," Daryl sighed, "He's dead and her story checks out. If she really was gonna do it, it woulda happened months ago. Plus, Andrea woulda be in on it as well."

"I don't care. That's not how we do thangs around here. She broke a rule that can't be forgiven and she's lucky I won't paint her pretty brains all over my floors. As for her friend, we'll have Shane decide what to do with her."

"Rick."

"You got somethang you wanna say to me, Daryl?" Rick asked, tilting his head, "Unless, you wanna switch sides and join our little vixen here?"

Daryl glared at Rick, and stayed quiet. He could feel Michonne shake from underneath his hold.

"What have you done, 'Chonne?" The man thought, mentally shaking his head.

"As for you," Rick drawled, tilting his head toward Michonne's direction, "You have until dawn to pick your shit and leave. Or I'll have your blonde friend use you as target practice. I heard she's been getting real good at sharp shooting. Must've been Sasha's handy lessons."

In that moment, Michonne's blood boiled. What she did was unforgivable, but speaking to her as if she wasn't the most important person to him until a few hours ago?

The level of disrespect she tolerated had come to an all time high in that single night alone, but this was the breaking point. Her previous feelings of grief had turned into anger.

"All this over a mistake?" She growled, "I didn't think you were that sensitive, Grimes. Aren't you supposed to be big and bad? Isn't this the whole premise of your job?"

Rick's pink lips curled up into an amused smirk. "I just threatened her life and she still wants to have an attitude with me?"

That's what always intrigued Rick about Michonne. How she could go from crying and shaking one minute to challenging his authority the next? She was a snake.

"Don't get me riled up, Canary. Unless you want to get my dick hard again."

"Wouldn't be the first time. Except hopefully this time you won't prematurely ejaculate in your pants after I sing for you," Michonne glared.

Daryl's eyes shifted between the two, as he awkwardly stood by still securing Michonne.

"Well, two can play that game," Rick shifted, discreetly adjusting his pants to hide his ever growing erection. If there was one thing that Rick loved and in this case hated about Michonne, was her ability to arouse him. It was like she had complete and utter control over his carnal desires.

So even while he hated her, he wanted nothing more than to touch her. Take her right then and there over his mahogany desk.

"Too bad you won't be around for much longer," he picked up a glass and filled it with scotch, quickly downing the drink.

"Daryl?"

"Rick."

"Take her out."

"Let's go," Daryl huffed, escorting Michonne out of the room.

As the two of them walked out, Michonne turned her head to see Rick staring at her for the last time before the door closed behind them.

His expression was written with hate, contemplation, and hurt, in that order. She swore she saw a glistening in his eyes.

Wether it was just the reflection of the crackling fire, or unshed tears of grief. She had no clue.

All she knew was that her relationship with Rick Grimes was destroyed beyond repair.

And it was all her fault.

Author's note: Hey... I know this started off pretty rough... but don't worry! Actually... all the events in this story will lead up to this moment since this is a glimpse into the future. But it will be a somewhat smoother ride. There is a valid reason on why Rick is acting this way towards Michonne, and there is a valid reason on why Michonne did what ever she did. Will things eventually change for the better? Or will this be the end for our beloved couple? Stay tuned for my next update :) -starlight.

P.s. this is my first fanfic ever so please leave your reviews and thoughts. Sorry if I make any mistakes, English isn't my first language.