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051: ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ, ꜱᴏɴ

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"Yep." Negan grinned at them, as he looked them all over. "Gonna be pee-pee pants city here real soon."

There was a woman, standing inside the RV, watching, though her face was shrouded in shadow. But Sami could smell something. Something familiar. Perfume and ciggarettes.

He pushed the thoughts that surfaced, and looked back at Negan.

"Which one of you pricks is the leader?" He asked.

 "Those two." The man from before pointed at Rick and Sami, now standing behind them.

Negan walked closer to them, tilting his head. "Hi. Sami and Rick, right? Who's who, Simon?"

"Rick's the one looking at your boots."

Negan nodded. "So, then you're Sami. I'm Negan. And I do not appreciate you killin' my men. Also, when I sent my people to kill your people for killing my people, you killed more of my people. Not cool. Not fucking cool. You have no fucking idea how not fucking cool that shit is. But I think you're gonna be up to speed shortly. Yeah. You are so gonna regret crossing me in a few minutes. Fuck yeah, you are. You see, Rick and Sami." He grinned. "Whatever you do, no matter fucking what, you don't mess with the new world order. The new world order is this, and it's really very simple. So, even if you're fucking stupid, which you two very well may be, you can understand it. You ready? Here goes, pay attention."

He took his bat from his shoulder, swinging it up between their heads. Rick pulled his head away slightly, avoiding it, which Sami caught a barb on the cheek, a deep gash forming, blood already seeping from it. 

Which made Negan chuckle, as he leaned his head to the side, looking at them. "Give me your shit, or I will kill you."

Sami just looked back at him. Rick looked at the ground.

He stood straighter, and began pacing. 

"Today was career day.  We invested a lot to show you who I am, and what I can do. And my girl, of course, but she comes later." He swung the bat towards the woman in the RV. "You work for us, now. You have shit, you give it to me and my girl, that's your job." He looked at Sami and Rick again. "Now, I know that is a might big, nasty pill to swallow. But swallow it, you most certainly mother-fucking will."

The woman moved, and her perfume reached Sami's nose again.

'Vine aqui. Tomé cinco trenes, aunque papá dijo que no puedo. Usé todos mis ahorros. ¿Eso es todo lo que tienes que decir? ¿Después de quince años?' The memory of himself, much, much, younger came to mind. 

'I know what you said, but I'm going to pretend I don't, just because it's easy. Now, hand it over.' She reached out her hand in the memory, in the pouring rain, on the side of a road.

"You ruled the roost." Negan spoke, and Sami looked back at him. Maggie's grip on his arm grounding him. It was just perfume. "You . . . built something. You thought you were safe. I get it. But, the word is out. You are not safe. Not even fucking close. In fact, you are fucked, more fucked if you don't do what I want, and what I want is half your shit. And if that's too much, you can make, find, or steel more, and it'll even out sooner or later."

He backed up, spreading his arms dramatically.

"This is your way of life now. The more your fight back, the harder it'll be. So, if someone knocks on your door, you fucking let us in. We own that fucking door. You try to fucking stop us, and we will fucking knock that fucker down. You understand?"

Rick didn't say anything. 

Sami's mind raced, and he was surprised to find he'd be embarrassed to say yes just to shut the man up. Sami didn't feel embarrassment, but the thought of backing down just to get out alive made him want to puke.