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XXXVIII

"Dwight. As a... apology for betraying Negan and I, you are going to lead a group of men out, and hunt down the man that helped you in the woods. We think he was part of the group that killed the men in the Satellite Outpost, and we want to know where they are. So... you either kill him, and bring his body to us as proof, or you find out where they are hiding. I'll know if he's the right man, I saw him and his friends when I was tied to a tree as walker bait, since I was accused as a traitor as well, since you escaped because of me." I said, standing stiffly in front of Dwight, who had his face practically melted by the iron when he had been brought back by the men and I.

I glanced beside me to look at Negan, who had wanted to hear what I said to Dwight, expecting a bit of a fight, but I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction. 

"Yes ma'am. How many men am I to take?" Dwight asked formerly, staring at my neck and refusing to meet my eyes, and I don't know why he was doing it, but it did make me feel super uncomfortable, since he was tall enough that it kind of looked like he was staring at my boobs. Honestly, he could be. 

"Fifteen. And they better not all die Dwight. Or you'll join them in the grave." I growled, and then I walked away, refusing to engage in any more conversation with the man who had caused my separation from my son for months. 

"Shit beautiful, I was hoping for more fireworks than that!" Negan complained, trailing after me as I power walked back up to my room, where Dale was waiting, since I was lucky enough to have a day off. 

"Yes well, I don't have the energy for it today. Thank you for the day off, Sir." I said stiffly, climbing the stairs with his big feet clanging against the metal steps echoing in my ears loudly. 

"No problem toots. Hey, you should walk in front of me more often. I got a nice view from here." Before I could tell him off, something was shoved up against my ass, and I lunged up the next three stairs, almost falling flat on my face in my effort to get away, and when I was stable I angrily spun around to glare at Negan who was laughing heartily, holding this stomach and everything. His face was as red as a tomato, and I'm sure he was waking the dead with how loud his laugh was. 

"What the fuck Negan?" I yelled, and he raised his hands in surrender, but he didn't stop his laughter. 

"Sorry toots. I always wanted to bury my face there. It just looked so nice and soft!" He jeered, still laughing, but my glare didn't drop from my face, as I jerked away from him and moved up the last few steps, practically running to get to my bedroom. 

"See you later babe!" Negan yelled out as I slammed the door, scaring Dale, but I could barely comfort him as rage boiled through me, and I desperately tried to think of a way to get out of here while holding Dale, trying and failing to soothe him. 

I'll kill Negan eventually. I swear to God I will. And if I die first, I'll come back as a walker and eat him. Bit by bit.

Dwight was only gone for a day. And he returned with only six men, but, he did come with a gift. He, and one of the men leading patrol, informed us that they had captured four people, one matching the description I had given of the man who helped Dwight, and three others who were from the same group. Another group had also captured a woman, who had been hiding in the woods, but when they put her with the others, she seemed to know them, so they assumed she was from the group as well. 

They also said that they were able to figure out where they had come from, a gated community a short drive from the Hilltop. One of the men on the patrol used to be an avid hunter, and had followed their tracks back to the source, and found it. 

So, now we had a plan, some of their people, and it was time to execute it. 

We were going to block off every single road leading away from their community. We assumed that at some point they were going to need to head to the Hilltop, probably sooner rather than later, since they were probably promised something in return for the murder of our men, and based on the scouts who had been watching the Hilltop, no-one from a different group had been there to collect. 

Negan split us all up. Arat, Simon, Gavin, and Regina were going to lead the barricades of the four roads leading towards Hilltop, and Negan and I would be waiting with the ones we had taken, ready for the group to be shepherded to us at the spot in the woods that we had figured out would be right next to the road they would take last, the one with the longest drive time. 

It was time, time for Negan to get his revenge, and when this was over, it would be time for me to leave. 

A/N: Boom. Shit storm. Y'all get ready. 

Also, next chapter will be the last of Part II, so get ready for Part III!