A/N Well, here it is. The final chapter. Thank you to everyone who has left me a review and followed/favorited. It really means a lot to me.

I am burnt the fuck out. All the responsibilities of the shop fell on me after Tony was murdered. I don't just close the shop on Wednesday night, I close it every night. Two mechanics quit this week alone when I yelled at them because I don't have time for fuckery. Bunch of pussies. I have to try to run this fuckshow, and then go home and pretend every decision I make doesn't ruin Lulu's life even more.

"I'm here about the interview," my new mechanic says.

I lean back in my chair and point to the one in front of my desk.

He grovels and attempts to flatter me.

Christ, I wish everything was this goddamn easy. Like, say a bunch of women ready to bend their asses over for me when I get home.

"I'd be willing to work weekends. Whatever you need."

I grimace at how pathetic this fuck is, tossing my pen up on the desk. "You can start on the fifth. What was your name again?"

"Dwight."

If I had any sense, I'd have him start tonight and help me finish this bike for a big client. There's oil leaking all out of this fucking exhaust when the fuck tried to replace the piston rings but put on the wrong goddamn size. I'm making a mess because of it. "Fuck." A shop towel is placed on my shoulder. I close my eyes as my head bows.

"Do you still have evening appointments on Wednesday?"

"No." I stand up, using the rag to clean some of the oil from my hands.

"This is not the mechanic and customer fantasy I had in mind."

"Yeah, well, we fucking tried that. Or, what I should say is, I tried that and you fucking walked out on me. I have work to do."

"Negan, I-"

"No, you don't get it! You show up with your fucking high heels and tits all fucking perky and shit and expect to just pick up where we left off? Like we haven't lost six months?! Months, Alice," I shout.

She takes a frightened step back.

"Don't think you're going to walk back into Lulu's life all to walk right back out of it. Stay the fuck away from my daughter."

"Is this what you want?"

"Customers aren't allowed in the garage." I squat back down to start working on the bike again. When the door shuts, I lower my face into the crook of my elbow and sigh. I want that woman more than anything, but I'm not going to allow myself to get attached to her so I can watch her turn right back around again. Fuck that. I won't put myself in that position ever again, and most importantly Lulu. Shit, it's almost eight, and I'm still not even close to being finished. Did I make the wrong choice with Alice? I've had so many sleepless nights waiting for some chance like this, but I dismiss her the second I see her? Lulu would be even more upset with me knowing I sent Alice away without the chance to see her. Even if it was only for a second.

The shop door practically comes off the hinges. "You got a lot of fuckin' nerve, ball-bag," Charli screams at me. "Do you know the opportunity that Alice turned down, all so she could come back to this country bumpkin town and live happily ever fuckin' after with you? I mean, Cali-fuckin'-fornia, with like hot dudes sweating on us. You don't deserve her. She's thrown away everything to be with you, and now you won't even talk to her?"

"Charline, you return to my vehicle right this instant," Alice scolds.

"No, fuck this backward ass fuck! What, bitch, you wanna go? I'm right fuckin' here," Charli threatens me.

"Charline Kennedy! Vehicle. Now."

"Alice, wait," I beg. "Just wait a fucking minute. "Why didn't you tell me you quit school?"

"I figured that showing up unannounced on a Wednesday night would imply that part."

"I'm not a goddamn mind reader. Charli, give us some privacy."

"Charline, I'll phone you when I leave here."

"Nah," she refuses Alice's keys. "I'll take a cab and get a hotel room for us." Charli uses her index and middle finger to point at both of her eyes before she walks out of the shop.

"It wasn't my intention to cause grief for you and Lulu. The opportunity I was given was something I worked towards my entire life. Please don't falter me for that decision."

"That is the worst fucking apology I've ever goddamn heard." I'm slapped when I try to kiss her.

"Your hands are filthy, and I wasn't apologizing."

"You arrogant fuck."

"You insolent lout!"

I fiercely press my lips to hers before I gotta hear any more bullshit come from it. Oh, and for the record? My hands are fucking filthy. All over this nice white lace dress. I give her a sharp smack to her ass before hoisting her up by it.

She hits the metal door hard.

I grunt in discomfort when the wood from her heel digs into my hip. There's some tools on my work bench that are shoved to the floor before I practically drop her on it. "Give me those goddamn things!"

"That's a Louboutin heel you're heaving about!"

"Woman, I don't give a good goddamn what fuck's name is on your shoes. Now do you want me to fuck you or pick up the shoes?"

"Retrieve them, now."

Yeah, okay, so I fucking picked them up. But only because my dick had never been harder listening to her order me around like I was some pathetic fuck. And maybe it's also because when I fuck her, that's all I want her to be wearing. After I slip on the second heel, I hold her by the ankle and yank her ass to the edge of the work bench. I silence her yelp with another aggressive kiss. I'm exhausted, sweaty, and dirty, but Ms. wash your hands didn't seem to mind all the greasy hand prints on her dress in spots that are a reminder she is mine.

She gets frustrated with my work shirt buttons and braces both sides of the shirt before prying it open. Two buttons pop off never to be seen again. "Your deltoids are inconceivable."

"The fuck is a deltoid?" I grit my teeth as her fingernails did into my skin. So it's the rounded muscles on my shoulders and upper arms. "Think you could compliment me like a normal fuck?"

"Your muscular physique is making me want to take every inch of you."

I choke on absolutely nothing. You've got to be fucking fucking me. I think I just came. Her sultry emphasis on the word every, and the way her fingers trail the v leading into my pants. "Like those? They're my cock muscles," I grin.

"You're insufferable."

"What-the-fuck-ever, you're eye fucking me as we speak."

"There wouldn't be a need for that if you'd get on with it."

"Wh... I... fuck," I snarl, shaking my shirt to the floor before she tries to fold the goddamn thing. Her fingers hesitantly start for my belt, but I don't have the patience for this fuckery. I tug the fabric between her legs over just enough. Okay, so I lied about her only being in heels, but I can't take another second and bury myself all the way to the hilt.

She braces the back of the work bench with a loud moan.

"You wanted every inch, woman." I hope Ms. FEMA has another dress because I'm done staring at my filthy hand prints on this thing and rip this motherfucker down the middle.

"Negan!"

I silence her complaining with a deep thrust bringing the bench up off the front legs.

Her small fingers latch around my throat.

Fuck yes. I motherfucking love a little asphyxiation and snicker at her trying to assert some kind of dominance over me. "Lose that bra, or it's going next."

"You wouldn't dare."

I lean over, touching my lips to her ear. "Fucking try me," I growl. When her sharp heel digs back into my hip, I drop my head against her shoulder in submission with a painful whimper. "Alright," I whine. My eyebrow inches up in anticipation until the fabric is completely gone and set beside her. I don't want to seem like such a weak fuck, but those titties… goddamn!

She furthers my suffering by running her fingers down the curves of her skin and back up the middle of her chest.

I move her wrists, pinning them to the wall above her head.

Alice arches backwards with a moan as my tongue trails up the places her fingers were.

Moans are nice, but I want my name and I'm going to get it. I slowly ease into her, feeling every bit of her warmth around me. Tools and motorcycle parts litter the floor every time the work bench moves with each one of my aggressive thrusts. When I let go of her hands, they find their way around my neck briefly before they slide out of place from the grease and sweat.

She lets out a frustrated groan, then brings her lips to mine. This woman is always in control, but right now it's driving her insane to be under me knowing I have complete power over her.

I drop to my knees, bringing her right to the edge.

"No!"

"Tough clit," I grin, moving her legs apart.

"I said-"

I lick up her smooth slit and back down again. "What was that," I simper.

"Cease communication," she moans, moving my head back.

I really don't mind those heels digging into my shoulders now. The best part is watching all her little facial spasms as I make this woman come undone.

Her grip around my hair tightens and my name leaves those lips.

"I fucking told you you'd scream my name," I growl, getting to my feet and filling her in one swift motion. Make that twice. She's not so fucking arrogant now. I wipe my chin off with the crook of my elbow.

Her eyes widen at her arousal on my skin.

I'd offer her a taste, but I'll only get slapped. When I feel the sting of her hand across my face, I smirk. Well fucking worth it. I pull in a lung full of air and hold it. She, on the other hand, fights for a breath, and I know the little stoic fuck is close. Fuck, she feels so good. My breath is getting hard to keep in as are her whimpers until I feel her tighten around me and her nails sink into my arms. "Shit, fuck," I exhale, releasing inside her. My eyes roll back in my fucking head as I slow my hips. "Fuck, Alice," I moan heavily. My arms have all kinds of scratches up them, some even bleeding. She and I are going to get along just fine fucking fine.

Alice is quick to slide from the work bench.

I brace the edge of it, catching my breath. Shit. I can't wait to fuck that woman in the shower until the water goes cold.

"Retrieve my bag with my extra clothing from my vehicle."

"A fucking please would be nice."

Alice stares blankly at me before going into the shop restroom.

I laugh all the way to her car.

She cleaned up better than I ever could in that filthy excuse for a restroom. Unless she cleaned it, too, while she was at it.

Which I'll just assume that. It's kinda nice to blow my load and not have all that cuddling fuckery that follows it. Alice might be goddamn near perfect. "So..." I saunter over to her, handing her the bag. "What'd you think?"

Alice doesn't respond until she's fully dressed. "It was good."

I let out a defeated breath. "Good?! You're a the-fucking-saurus and all you have to say is that it was good?" I narrow my eyes to slits. "Are you fucking with me?"

"You'll never know."

"Alice," I whine.

"I'm ready to leave."

"Fine," I pout.

...

I press my hand to the door frame of my motel room to stop Alice. "Look, it's going to suck, but if you want to go back to California, we can make this work."

"Oh? Now that you've had your greasy hands on my dress you're done with me?"

"Alice, I'm serious. I never meant for you to give up everything. I just don't want you to wake up a year from now and resent me for it."

"This is what I want."

"Well… are you sure?"

"Yes. I know this because I'm smarter than you."

I bellow out a laugh. "You arrogant fuck. You just remember what you signed up for when it's a midnight run to the store for medicated shampoo."

"That could be prevented if you'd plan ahead."

"Come to think of it, maybe it's not too late for you to go back."

"Alice," Lulu shrills, shoving me out of the way. She notices Alice's bags that I'm carrying before her eyes spill with tears. "We're going to be together?!"

"Yes," Alice answers, running her hand through Lulu's hair.

"Forever?"

I know Alice wants to give out one of her long drawn out explanations but her lips settle in a smile.

"Yes," Lulu shouts.

I call in that morning for the first time ever. "I don't know. Deal with it." Goddamn it feels good to be king dick. The three of us spend the next few days together. Charli apologizes for threatening me, but I think it's only because she wants to use Alice's car to see some friends upstate. Everything finally makes sense again. If Alice hadn't left, I wonder if Lulu would have found the strength to call me dad?

"Father, I want to lay with you and Alice tonight."

Oh, right. Father. Whatever, I'll take it.

Lulu moves up between us as Alice gives me a look of relief because Lulu has always called me Negan around her. "Alice, I want to tell you something."

"Very well."

Lulu shies away and cups my ear as she whispers something into it.

"Yeah, I think it will be okay," I smile down at her.

Lulu still seems hesitant. "Will you tell her?"

"Uh…"

"It's not so easy, is it?"

I clear my throat and move my eyes to Alice. "Um. Lulu wants me to tell you, that she wants you to know," I rub the back of my neck. "She, uh, loves you and shit."

"That's not how I said it, Negan!"

"Watch how you fucking talk to me!"

Alice gives Lulu a kiss on the head as she stares back at me. "I love you, as well."

"You do," I blurt out in disbelief.

"Hey," Lulu pouts at me. "You say that like you're surprised."

"Oh," Alice deters the conversation, getting her purse from the nightstand. "I have something for you." She fastens the small bracelet around Lulu's wrist. "It was my mother's."

"Wow," Lulu gasps.

Thank you, I mouth. Fuck me, I'm in way over my head. Two against one. But I guess I wouldn't have it any other motherfucking way.

...

I wake up to someone pounding on my door.

"Help me," the disembodied voice cries.

The hell? I stumble from bed, looking out the peephole. There's no one fucking there. These drunk fucks. I was in a really deep sleep, too. As I'm taking a piss, it sounds like thunder in the distance. Must have been what that person was screaming about. Lulu left the goddamn TV on again.

-request of the Federal Emergency Management Agency. At 1:23 AM eastern standard time, an unknown viru-

I think I can handle some fucking lightning. When I get to the edge of the bed, I watch my girls asleep for a few seconds before the red glow of the motel sign out in front of my window turns off and everything goes dark. Goddamn, I've been praying for that sign to go out for years now.

"Negan," Alice calls groggy.

"Go back to sleep," I smirk, curling up behind her. "Everything is fine…"

A/N I'd eventually love to do a second story. I guess that depends if there's a demand for one, so let me know. Also, if you liked Negan x Alice, and Charli's character you can check out my stories Stigmatic and Phlegmatic which they're both in. And, yes, Alice orders Negan around in that, too. Thank you for the support everyone! -217