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

You've been warned...

Another gloomy day. Rain pouring down harshly. You walk in the cemetery, walking towards Finn's grave. You smile sadly upon coming up to his grave. You sit down in front of his tombstone not caring if the rain was hitting you.

"I promised I would come and visit you didn't I? I'm sorry for coming a little late, but I brought you this..."

You take out a crimson colored rose.

"I'll promise to bring you more things. As you can tell from the weather, I didn't want to bring anything that will get ruined by the rain." You say in a weak tone.

"I should be the one in this grave...not you. I failed to protect you... I'm truly sorry little brother..."

You heard footsteps approaching you. You didn't bother looking at the figure coming your way. No longer feeling the rain droplets hit you, you look up to see a tall figure standing behind you.

Donovan...

Donovan holds his umbrella underneath the both of you."Why aren't you wearing anything warm? You can get sick." He asks. 'This dude again?...' You ignore his question. "Why are you here?" You quietly mumbled. "I was looking for you..." You raise your eyebrow. "I'm taking you home with me."

"Excuse me?" You glare at him.

"I have to get back to work with that old hag-" "Not today, nor this week." You give him a questionable look. "I'll explain once we're at my place." You shake your head. "Oh I don't think so, I'm not going anywhere with you." You glare.

"Oh but I do, you don't have a choice doll. Trust me." He smirks yet you answer back. "How so?" His eyes darkened. He leans down to your level only to whisper directly in your ear. "We wouldn't want that dear friend of yours to be next. Oh what's his name...Luke?" He chuckles.

You immediately stand, pulling out your pocket knife from your pocket. You held the knife up to his neck. His eyes widen a bit, taken back on how quick you took out your weapon.

His eyes soon relax back to an unfazed expression. He then chuckles. 'Interesting...Those were some pretty quick movements. I can see why no one wants to mess with her...' He says to himself. "Well?"

Your hand shakes in anger and frustration. Oh how you wanted this man dead already. You still question why Nana had stopped you from shooting this bastard dead. 'Those two must have some history together if Nana didn't want me to shoot him...'

You put your weapon away. 'Oh well, its really none of my business.' You turned to face Finn's tombstone. You lean down and hug the tombstone. A faint smile appears on your face. "I'll be back tomorrow little brother..." You quietly say, placing the crimson colored rose on top of his tombstone.

Donovan stares as you shed a few tears.

THUMP!

He hears a couple more thumps coming from his heart. 'Even when she's crying, she still looks beautiful...' He tells himself. You nod at Donovan. "I swear if you put your hands on Luke, I won't hesitate to put a bullet in your head. Got that?" You turn only to give him a death glare.

"Of course doll." He responds coldly. Crossing his fingers. 'I can't make any promises on that doll...'

'I will get rid of that bastard...'
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The car trip was pretty silent. You look out the window, viewing the building as they pass by. Donovan stares at you, admiring your beauty. A faint blush appears on his face which he shakes off.

More thoughts flood his mind. The thought of you being on his side from now on. The though of going out on jobs together, almost like dates...Just the two of you. A date...maybe a relationship? A family..?

THUMP!

Again, he felt his heart skip a beat. The thought of you having his kids. A smirk appears on his face.

'You're mine now doll...'
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Arriving at his place, your eyes widen as you see the a mansion. He chuckles at your reaction. "Do you like?" He questioned. Your expression soon relaxes. "I'll admit it's gorgeous, but not a place I'd live in." You say.

'How unfortunate Y/N, you don't like your new home...In time I'm sure you'll love it.' He thought. "We all have our own personal likes doll." You only nod.

Donovan and the driver step out. You grab to pull the handle to open but nothing. Annoyed. "..." Then it hit you. You feel your eye twitch. 'Did this son of bitch really put the child's lock on?!'

Donovan smiles as he opens the car door for you. 'Bastard...' You step out from your seat. He closes the door and starts walking. As you look around, you spot cars parked all around. 'I doubt these are his, he must have company at the moment.' You think to yourself. The three of you walk in, the driver heads off a different direction of the house, leaving you two alone.

"Before we talk, I need you to shower and change. Your clothes are soaked, I wouldn't want you catching a cold. I'll leave some clothes for you." You nod, telling yourself you could use a warm bath.
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After your bath, you take the dry, clean clothes. Oversized sweatpants and an oversized shirt. His clothes. You shrug and immediately put them on before anyone comes in.

Knock!

Knock!

"Come in." You say calmly. Donovan walks in and his eyes widen. A huge blush appears on his face. He smirks. 'How adorable. She looks even better in my clothes.' Why didn't he give you any clothes of your size? Simple, he wanted to see you in his clothes.

"Well, let's go to my office. We have to discuss a couple of things."
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"Make this quick, I plan on going back to the Playhouse." You cross your arms. He chuckles. "I don't think so." You tilt your head in confusion. 'Cute...' He tells himself.

"Didn't that old woman tell you? You work for me now."

"What?!" You yell as he nods. "You're lying..." he shakes his head. "I made a deal with her and let's just say... she was easy to convince. You were traded for money and drugs." He says. You sigh and look down. Let's just say you weren't really surprised. 'Stupid bitch...' You curse in your head.

"Don't worry, I'll treat you way better than she did." You cringe with disgust. "If you do your job, I may consider letting you visit your fellow clan members once in a while."

"You will no longer work for her anymore. If I find out that you do the tiniest favor for that old woman, there will be serious consequences... Do you understand Y/N?

You nod, slowly processing the information. "You will get a new crest symbol-" You cut him off. "I'm not getting your clan crest tattooed on me." You glare. He smirks. "Oh yes you will."

"Before you join my clan, it's best if I tell you the rules that you will go by from now on... You will not talk back to me, you'll do what I say. You will not speak to other men. No relationships allowed, I don't want my clan members to be distracted from work." You nod again.

"You must be loyal and respect me. There are more rules but for now you should know these for the meantime." He strictly says.

"Anything else I need to know?" You ask with a bored tone. 'He sure does talk a lot...' He stays quiet when a sudden thought popped in his mind.

"Now that you tell me...why don't I tell you your first task?" He smirk widens. Judging from that look, you know damn well he'll say something you won't like. 'Fuck...' You tell yourself. "I'm listening..." You say raising your brow in suspicion.

"Sleep with me..."