Warning: chapter contains violence, disturbing topics, blood, gore, and death.

You've been warned.

"You again?" Luke questions.

"I said get away from her." He glares. Luke brings you closer to him, smirking at Donovan. "I don't think so." Luke replied. Donovan gives luke a death glare.

"I gave you an order and yet, you do this..." Donovan says, now looking at you. "And I told you I wasn't going to do it." You respond back.

"You didn't have a choice. Now move." His voice darkens. "What the hell is going on between you and him?" Luke asks, suspicion laced in his voice. Donovan chuckles.

"Guess that old hag didn't tell you. Y/N works for me now." Donovan smirks. "She what?!" Luke shouted. "You can talk to the hag about that, you need to go." You whisper to Luke. "You know I can't leave you behind." He whispers back.

"I'll be fine. I can kill him with no problem." You hand him the keys from the car you 'borrowed.' "I parked not too far from here, leave immediately." You ordered.

He nods. You pull away from him. "Fine, I'll move...Just make his death quick." You say as you look at Donovan.

He gives you a suspicion look. You stand besides him, looking away from both of them. Donovan looks back at Luke. You look from the corner of your eye as you watch their movements.

His finger is now on the trigger. Now. You immediately grabbed his arm and pull it up towards the ceiling. The gun goes off. Luckily not injuring anyone. With your strength, you knock him down to the ground, pinning him.

Luke takes the chance to escape the nightclub. He winks at you before taking his leave. You roll your eyes. Donovan glares but his expression soon changes once he notices the position you're both in.

You have both of his hands pinned, one to the side and the other above his head. Straddled on his torso. He immediately composes himself before thinking of anything else.

"Consider that bastard lucky. If you're not going to do it, I will." "I said I'm not doing shit so don't even think about killing him." You say. "Can't make any promises doll." You get off and get back up. "I let this slide...for now..."He said. He puts the gun away.

"Well I'm going home. There's no way in hell I'm staying at your place." Just as you were about to leave, Donovan grabs you by the waist and places you over his shoulder easily. "What the?!" "You're right, we're not staying at my place tonight." He smirks.

"We'll be staying at yours."
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Donovan places you in the passenger seat. You glare and cross your arms. He gets in the driver's seat, turning the engine on. As he begins to drive, you pull out a cigarette from its box. You light it up and take a drag.

"What do you think you're doing doll?" He questions. "What does it look like? I'm smoking dummy." You snap. Just as you were about to take another drag, Donovan grabs your cigarette and takes a drag himself before throwing it out the window.

'This son of a-" Your thoughts are cut off once he starts speaking again. "You've had one already, I don't want you to continue harming your lungs doll." You don't say anything other than looking out the window, pouting. He chuckles.

'How adorable...'
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You both arrive outside your apartment complex. You were shocked to see that he knew the directions to your place. "How did you-" "Files doll. Your address is a requirement in the paperwork."

He parks the car not too far away. He opens the door for you. "Lead the way doll." He says. You sigh and nod. Both of you walk in the complex. To your surprise, you see the old lady at the front desk, Muriel Hollis. She's a sweet old lady, but if you mess with her, you better watch your back.

"Oh Y/N! I didn't know you were out today." Muriel said. "Hi granny, sorry for not telling you, it won't happen again." She nods. Her eyes widen a bit in shock once her eyes land on Donovan. "Oh? Who's this?" She asks. "Granny, this is Donovan. Donovan this is Muriel." You introduce them to each other.

"Finally, you bought a lovely gentleman home. May I say, he looks like a keeper." She whispers the last sentence to you. "Granny!" You shouted.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Muriel." Donovan says. "Good to see that you're finally seeing people Y/N. It's a good thing dear." She says. "It's nothing like that granny!" Donovan chuckles. You gotta admit you were a bit embarrassed.

"Yeah, Yeah, I believe that." You interupt her. "Don't you have a show to watch?" You ask. "Oh why yes I do! Well, you kids have fun." Donovan once again chuckles.

As you began walking away, Muriel shouts. "Oh and don't be so loud! I don't wanna receive any calls about noise complaints!" Your face goes completely red. "Granny!" You yell. "And wear protection!" She jokingly says.

Donovan smirks. "Of course ma'am." He replied. You push him away from the front desk and towards the elevator. "Keep walking before I kill you on the spot!" You warn as you both get in the elevator.

Both of you didn't notice the look the Muriel's face as she narrowed her eyes directly at Donovan. She hums and looks back at the TV.
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"Make yourself comfortable." You say as you both walk in your apartment. "Oh I will." He mumbles. "What was that?" You question, suspicion laced in your voice.

"Nothing you need to worry about doll." He smirks. You narrow your eyes at him. 'Weirdo..."You thought.

"Anyways, there's a spare bedroom to your left. You can sleep there or you can sleep on the couch, I really don't care." He chuckles. "The bedroom is fine doll."

"Okay... I'll be ordering some food, I don't plan on making anything." He nods with the smirk still on his face.
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After eating, you head to your bedroom. You remove the sweatpants that were lend to you but you keep the oversized shirt on. You did your night routine and head to bed.

As you try to get comfortable, you felt the bed move and some weight on you. 'What the hell?!' You turn your head to see Donovan besides you. He wraps his arms around your frame. You squirm from his grasp but he only tightens his grip. 'How the hell did I not hear him come in the room?!'

"Get your hands off and get out." You say with a serious tone. He chuckles. "I don't think so." Just as you were about speak, he continued. "Consider this a little punishment for earlier." "You could've done some other punishment other than this shit." You say.

To your shock, he removes his hands from your waist. Next thing you know, he's now on top of you, pinning your hands with just one of his hands. With his free hand, he gently brushes his fingertips on your lips. "You're right, I can." He says seductively.

"Perhaps I should give you some other kind of punishment..."