A/N: Hey! I'm uploading the last chapters almost back to back. So if you haven't read the last one (the flashback) please do so!

April 12th, 1973

8:32pm

Nancy's House - Basement

Song recommendation: "Think Twice" by Eve 6

She's Mine.

Johnny

-.-

I fucking hate feeling shit. First, that dumbass "boyfriend" of Maria's comin' and ruinin' shit. I had to get my mama to help me capture him. Then, dumbass Sissy not helping out as much. I don't care what she says, I do everything and she's no help at all. Sure, she helps clean up the house and any "accidents'' we may have. But she doesn't actually provide for the family! She doesn't do the huntin' and hates to even skin 'em too! It's always me, Bubba, or Hands. Drayton runs the gas station, sells the meat, and cooks up what we're able to eat. My mama helps out with the cookin' and cleanin' in all departments. Nubbins and Hands make sure our traps around each of our properties are secure. Sissy just sits around and sings like some stupid church choir bitch. Sits on her ass and watches the clouds roll by.

But, for once, she did something useful.

Earlier, I went and hunted her down. I'm so fuckin' tired of her putting in little effort into our family business' and name. I heard her yapping upstairs in Grandpa's house. I followed that annoyin' ass voice of hers that lead to the bathroom. I didn't give a shit if she was takin' the most massive shit of her life - I pounded on the door until she let me inside. I started to get onto her case before she pushed my limits - mentionin' the shit with mama and my real mama. I hate anyone who mentions it. Doesn't help I have a scar on my face to remind me everyday either. I happened to look in the direction and saw Grandpa and Maria. But I had to look back once again. Maria was standing next to my older relative with her hair up, a nice veil, and wearing our Grandma's old weddin' dress. Normally she was covered in her dirty, tattered, and bloody clothes. But seeing her wear something so nice - and having most of the blood cleaned off her - made her stand out more.

She looked... beautiful.

Fuck her for making' feel so soft 'n shit. Why did I have to feel this way for someone I know is just gonna be used for our family's benefit? Killed off like cattle once we're done with her? I can't let this shit control me. She's nothing more than a quick fuck and dinner at the end of the day. Yet, there I was, standing in front of her with my heart on my sleeve. Givin' her compliments 'n shit, seeing a tiny smile form on that cute face of hers. The first smile I've seen her crack since this shit started. It suited her well. Hopefully, if things happen to change, maybe my last name would too.

Okay, Johnny. That's enough. No need to start thinkin' that far ahead yet. Ain't gonna do anything but get you in trouble.

Yet, despite all that, I found myself in my mama's basement. It was massive and through certain tunnels would connect to our family house - which is right now the road a ways. Grandpa did one genius thing which was connect underground tunnels to each one of our properties. Made it easier travilin' from point A to point B. He's such a genius with that large and old man's wrinkly brain. I went through the garage and down through the old man cave. Mama's three ex husbands and I had one thing in common; get the fuck away from her at times. It's just unfortunate they didn't meet her needs. I walked past the three of their skeletons, the stench of their rotting bodies not bothering me anymore. I'm used to it. Harold was her most recent husband; he died whenever I was a child. Apparently mama and him had a fight because he was disturbed about our family. Nancy hid it from him until their wedding night. He tried to run away but we always got him back - nobody leaves our family. It wasn't until he learned the truth about Nancy's deceased husbands and my real mama where he tried to fight back - claiming to be scared of her and my safety.

It didn't end well for him.

I continued down a few halls before opening up one of the rooms. Inside, hanging from the ceiling, was Maria's little boyfriend. The side of his head was bloody thanks to Mama. There was dried blood on the side of his face, going down his neck, and staining the blue and white shirt he wore. Dirt covered his skin and clothes due to him falling on the dirt road. He dangled from the ceiling from his wrists. He was wide awake, staring down at the floor. As I walked in and closed the door, he slowly raised his head. His jaw was clenched as he glared daggers into my eyes. In my hand, I had a bottle of water with a straw inside.

"Glad to see you're awake." I walked over to him and held up the bottle, the straw a few inches from his lips, "Want a drink? I'm sure you're thirsty." He glared at me for a few seconds, hesitating, before leaning forward. His lips wrapped around the straw and tried to suck the water out. But before the water touched his lips, I pulled the bottle away with a little smirk. "Nuh uh. You're gonna have to work for it."

"Fuck you." He spat coldly.

"No, thanks. Don't swing that way." I chuckled, "But here's how this is gonna work; I'm gonna ask you some questions and when you answer, you get to drink. Deal?"

"Where is she?"

I shook my head, "I'm the one who's supposed to be asking questions. So first one; what's your name?"

He smirked, "Your murderer."

"Cute." I rolled my eyes, "You either answer my questions or I'll dig them out of you." The man remained quiet with the smirk on his face and glare in his eyes. I could tell he's plotting shit. It's funny, really. He really thinks he's tough shit and can get me. He can try but nobody escapes me. Nobody. I began to gently pat his front pockets before his back ones, him squirmin' to get away from me in the process. In his back jeans pocket, I reached inside and found exactly what I was looking for; his wallet. I smirked and began to rummage through it. He had a few dollars on him, some loose change, a few old movie tickets, a condom, but what I was looking for the most - his ID.

Danny Gaines. Birthday is June 1st, 1951. He's twenty-one about to be twenty-two. Originally from Fort Worth.

I smirked and held up the identification card up to Danny who just stared at me, the same glare in his eyes. I rummaged around in the brown leather wallet before finding some more items. A few pictures, one of him and I assume are his parents. He looked nothing like them. Is he adopted too? I saw a photo of him and Maria, her taking a picture of them both as Danny kissed her cheek. I felt a light jab to my heart as I stared at the picture. She was smiling really wide - her nose crinkled up as his arm was wrapped around her shoulder, bringing her closer. I let out a deep sigh before moving onto the next item - trying to forget what I just saw. It was a folded up picture. I carefully unfolded it and-

Oh!

OH, SCORE!

The picture was of Maria. She was laying on a bed, her stomach touching the blanket. She wore nothing but a pair of white lace underwear and a matching bra. She had her ass up a bit as her chin rested on the palm of her hand, staring at the camera with a hungry look in her eyes. God damn it. Hold yourself together, Johnny! Now is not the time to fantasize about shit. I turned back to Danny and held the photo up to his face, a menacing smirk placed on my lips.

"She sure is pretty." Danny stared at the photo for a second before looking away. He didn't say anything as I saw the rage build within him. His face was starting to turn red as his body shook slightly, more anger building inside of him. "Tell me, Danny-boy, is she a good fuck?"

"FUCK YOU!" Danny screamed before raising his foot up, trying to kick me. I quickly dodged before walking over to him, his danglin' body swaying around from the sudden movement. "You leave her the FUCK alone!"

"Or what?" I taunted as I crossed my arms over each other, "What if I already-"

"DON'T YOU FUCKING TOUCH HER!"

"Oh yeah?" I leaned forward as I stared up at him. His nostrils flared as his fingernails dug into the palms of his hands. God, this is fun. "What if I already did? What if she likes me more, huh? What if I make her cum harder than you do? What if she's screamin' my name as I'm pullin' her hair and-"

I flinched as something hit me right in the eye. It rolled down my eyelid and onto my cheek. I let out a deep breath as I held my hand up to my face, wiping away and examining what it was. Spit. I slowly looked up at Danny who now had a little trail of saliva on his bottom lip. He had the same smug expression on his face. I nodded slowly as my thumb and index finger rubbed the spit into my skin. This mother fucker. I balled my hand into a fist before rearing back and punching him in the gut. He let out a loud groan before squeezing his eyes shut. I didn't stop. I then punched the side of his face, causing his head to snap in the direction that I punched him. He let out a louder groan before opening and extending his jaw, trying to release the tension of me punching it.

I let out a low chuckle, "Clearly you need to learn some manners."

"Yeah?" Danny said breathlessly, "You should learn to stop hitting like a fucking pussy."

The knife from my back pocket slid out as I reached up and placed it against Danny's neck. He immediately froze up as the blade hit his jugular. Oh, the things I would do right now. Just slowly sliding the knife against his throat before sharply piercing his jugular. The blood would gush out and spray on me like a sprinkler. His face would get paler before losing complete color and his head slumping forward, eyes glossing over, dead and covered from his own blood. Danny closes his eyes as his body tenses up, trying to not be intimidated or scared by me. God, who's the pussy now?

"If you want to live and get any updates on her at all, you'll obey me." My voice was low in a husky whisper, "You'll tell me what I need to know and in exchange; you'll get to live to see another sunrise. Understood?" Danny didn't move or say anything. I pressed the skinning knife against him more. Danny tensed as he took a sharp inhale. "Answer me."

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes... sir." Danny muttered out.

I smirked before removing the blade and patting his cheek, "Good job! Alright, first question; is she a good fuck? Don't be shy now, just tell me. Man to man." Danny stared down at the blade in my hand. I twirled the handle in one hand as the other fiddled with the blade itself. I could tell he didn't want to answer at all. He shifted around uncomfortably as his gaze looked around the room. He swallowed hard as words got caught in his throat.

He let out a deep breath, "We've never fully went all the way."

"What have you done?"

"C'mon man, I already answered one of your questions! Just tell me-" Danny stopped when I aimed the knife at him. This time, I placed the blade up against his stomach, pressing lightly to apply pressure, but not enough to dig through the fabric of his shirt or skin. "Okay, fine! Fuck! She's given me blow jobs and I've eaten her out and shit. Okay? But... nothing further than that."

"So she's a virgin?" I asked.

"Please, just don't hurt her." Danny's voice was a faint whisper, "You can do whatever the fuck you want to me. I mean it. But please just let her go. Alive."

I shook my head, "No can do. Once y'all know about us - there's no makin' it out. Plus... we have plans for her."

"What would that be?"

I shook my head, "I'm askin' the questions, remember? Or is there a screw loose somewhere with that greasy ass hair of yours?" Danny rolled his eyes before sucking in his stomach, trying to move away from my blade. I picked up the water bottle earlier and held the straw back up to his lips. Danny began to slurp up the water again. Water filled into his mouth as he began to gulp it down. After a few seconds, he pulled away and tilted his head back. I put the bottle back down before facing him again. This time, I was met with a larger amount of spit. He blew all the water he recently collected into my face. I flinched once again as the spit-water sprayed all over my face and hair, damping even my neck and top of my shirt. I opened my eyes and stared up at Danny who had a smirk on his face.

"Whoops?" He shrugged.

I ended up giving him a series of punches to his face before I knocked him out. His face is covered in different shades of black, blue, and yellow. I gave him one more final punch, my hand trembling as my own knuckles were bloody and bruised now. I shook my hand before leaving the room, locking the door behind me. Fucking dick! He thinks he's better than me and can fucking escape. Yeah fuckin' right. He's in for a rude awakening. Once I'm fully done with him, I'm gonna make sure he dies nice and slow. Slowly bleeding out and begging for mercy. I walked down the hallways before back through the man cave, up through the garage, and past the large car cemetery. His truck will be added soon. I head towards a little shack in the midst of it all before shutting the door behind me.

Home sweet home.

I went over to my fridge and grabbed a beer. I opened the glass bottle with my teeth before plopping down on the couch. God Johnny, what type of mess did you drag yourself into? Honestly, I was thinkin' about leavin' a while ago. Sissy had the right idea. It's not like I haven't tried in the past. But mama always caught me and beat me - forcing me to stay in the family and business. I love her but sometimes I just want to leave. I'm almost thirty. I don't need to stay with her. I don't need to be her sweet little boy anymore. I'm a full grown man. I don't need to be babied and also bullied from my own family. Or even full on abused.

I ran my hand through my slightly damp hair before resting my head on the back of the couch. I can't stop thinking about Maria; how beautiful she looked in that dress and - despite who the photo was for - looking sexy as fuck in that picture. She was so sweet and innocent looking with a sharp edge to her. A smart mouth and sexual side. My type of woman. I needed to make her mine. Somehow. She needed to be all mine - not his. Anything but his anymore. Every time she mentions him I want to scream. Why can't she love me instead? Why can't she see I'm more of a man than he ever will be? I would fight for her. He tried and ended up getting captured by us. All these scars? I got them from mama or people who were once in Maria's position that didn't make it out - didn't have that same unique spark I have for her. That we have for each other. I fought and killed them. I did all that so God, the universe, or whatever could lead me to her. I need the family to like her and she likes me back. I can't fuckin' lose one of the best things to happen to me in a while.

Shit. I think I'm fallin' in love with her.

I'm fallin' in love with Maria Flores.