(A/N: I wanna say sorry for the delay, I just had to focus on other books, but I do hope that this chapter makes up for the long wait.

Anyway, back to it.)

~Y/N POV~

After we found out where the Big Boss Man's house was, Wolfie, myself, and Otis managed to hatch out a plan on how take over the house and the residents inside it.

Thanks to some info from overhearing some miserable fucks, we found out the the wives were there, so here's how we were going to do it: yours truly was going to go up to the front, surprise them in any way while Otis and Wolfie go through the back and take them from behind.

The only trouble was that Wolfie was delusional. This guy could fuck up rolling a joint!

Anyway, I do hope that this works to get my Baby back and maybe propose to her when she gets out.

Once we walked up to the driveway, where the Warden and his wife were living, Otis and Wolfie went around the back as I went to the front door, ready for our plan of action.

I noticed that there was a white bitch in this house as well and I knew that it's gonna be a whole lot of fucking fun.

I went up to the front door and knocked "a shave and a haircut", just to make it sound innocent.

A few seconds later, the wife answered as I smiled...

Y/N: Hello.

I backhanded her and grabbed her by the hair as I slammed the door shut, picked her up, and put the gun to her head as I started giggling with glee!

This was fun already!

White Bitch: The fuck is this!

Black Bitch: Run!

She tried to, but Otis and Wolfie caught her and pushed her back into the room as we were going to try and get Baby out of the can.

Otis: You probably don't recognize us but let me introduce myself, my name is Otis Driftwood, and the man holding that bitch by the hair is my brother-in-law, Y/N L/N! You probably remember us when we broke out of that goddamn prison, which was a shithole, with the help of my half-brother Winslow!

Y/N: Yeah, you thought we were gonna be stuck there for the rest of our lives, then you're fucking wrong! We're free and the boys are back in town, but if I were you, I'd sit the fuck down and not move a fucking muscle.

I threw the black bitch down as she crawled to the dining room table and sat down in the chair as her friend did the same.

Y/N: Who's the Big Boss Man's whore?

Then, this black bitch raised her hand.

Y/N: You? Then why didn't you say shit? Because you're scared?

Black Bitch: Because I don't-

I clubbed the back of her head as I cocked my revolver's hammer back.

Y/N: WHO SAID YOU CAN TALK WHEN THERE'S A FUCKING GUN NEAR YOUR HEAD! WHEN I TELL YOU TO DO SOMETHING, YOU DO IT! YOU UNDERSTAND?!

She nodded with tears coming down her face as I felt the urge to take a dump, so I'm gonna leave Otis in charge because I don't think I can trust Wolfie with something like this.

Granted, I only knew Wolfie for like a few years and Otis, I've known all my life at this point, so it would make sense to have him in charge while go to the shitter.

Y/N: Otis.

Otis: Yeah?

Y/N: Keep an eye on 'em, I'm gonna go take a shit. If they do anything stupid, put their brains on the floor.

I went upstairs and took my shotgun with me in case someone was up there, which turned out to be empty.

As I was on the shitter, I started thinking about what I would say to Baby once she gets out. I really love her and I want to make sure that she's okay.

Then, I saw a light and I knew who it was, the warden and his boyfriend, the lawyer.

Before they ran into the house, I wiped myself and flushed as I loaded my shotgun, ready to take them at any given moment.

Warden: Judy says he barks as soon as I come walking down the street. I don't know whether he likes me or hates me.

Lawyer: You talked to the owner about it?

Warden: I don't even know what language she speaks.

They started looking for their wives as I silently walked down the stairs with my shotgun in hand.

Warden: What the hell is this? Some kind of sick joke? This has been a long day. It ain't funny.

Otis laughed as I heard him walk into the room with his pistol as Wolfie did the same.

Otis: I don't know. Pretty goddamn funny to me.

Wolfie: Guess who's coming down, bitches? The dynamic-fucking-duo, Batman and Robin.

Otis: Chief, we need to jaw, so I suggest you two sit your asses down. Hi sweetie. What's your name?

Lawyer: Look, you don't have to do this. Please.

Otis: Or what? You gonna throw me back into the hole and make me sleep in my own piss and shit?

Lawyer: No, you could just walk out that door. Keep walking, and never look back.

I'm entering now as I was ready to let everybody know that we meant business.

Wolfie: Oh, brother, what a sweet little man. We should let the lovebirds go.

Y/N: Well, then, maybe they ain't leavin' at all!

I walked in and cocked my shotgun as the lawyer was stunned by how menacing I look. I even smiled as I walked toward him.

Y/N: You know what I hate yesmen? Whenever they're given a job, no matter how fucking stupid it is and how fucking simple it is, they always get down on their knees and suck their boss' dick to prove that they have no life, and all that matters is pleasuring their own boss. This motherfucker is no exception. He works for the warden here, who has the mustache of a fucking porn star who looks like he's ready to go for a scene!

Lawyer: You step back, now.

Y/N: The only time I'm stepping back is when I retire from killing fuckers like you. So how about you join your boyfriend and sit down? Unless you wanna get your head blown off.

He was about to run, but with no hesitation, I blew his head off with the shotgun, causing everyone to cry and bitch and moan.

Wolfie: Shut the fuck up!

White Bitch: Jesus Christ! He fucking killed him!

Y/N: No shit, Sherlock!

Wolfie: "Jesus Christ! He fucking killed him!"

Y/N: And you! Porn 'stache! Sit your ass down! Now!

He was stunned and didn't know what to do since his best friend has been killed by yours truly, which I felt good about. Then, he started moving slowly towards the chair and I had to speed it up by shooting the shotgun on the ceiling

Y/N: THE NEXT ONE WILL BE FOR YOU IF YOU DON'T HURRY THE FUCK UP! WHEN I TELL YOU TO DO SOMETHING, YOU DO IT! SIT THE FUCK DOWN! NOW!

He had no choice but to sit down, especially with my shotgun being pointed at him.

So far, this fear is getting to him and the ladies, which is what I wanted.

Y/N: I'll do the talking, you two look around, see if you can find anything worthwhile.

Otis: Yep. Come on, brother.

The two left as I pulled out one of my revolvers and put it on the table, but instead of leaving it naked, I put my hand on it, making sure that none of these bitches nor the Warden try to take it from me.

They think I only have one revolver, but spoiler alert, I got two.

Y/N: So, Warden. What was it you wanted to ask?

Warden: What exactly do you expect to gain by doing this?

Y/N: Me? Ha, I don't expect anything, unless you got something that's worth anything. But I do demand you spring my girl from the can and deliver her to me ASAP.

Warden: What? That's impossible. I can't walk out the front door with a prisoner.

Black Bitch: What you're asking my husband is completely insane.

Y/N: Really? How come he's the boss of the prison? Also, I'm not asking, I'm telling. Here's the difference between asking and telling, for those that don't know: asking is when you end a sentence with a question mark and telling is when you end the sentence with a period. Got the idea yet, bitch?

Black Bitch: Don't call me "bitch".

Y/N: Well, I just did.

Her husband tried to fight me, but I quickly grabbed my revolver and pointed it at him.

Y/N: You wanna die, motherfucker? Then I suggest you sit back down, and be a good boy.

He did as I had to set the record straight.

Y/N: If anyone else has something to say and they want to get it out, NOW'S THE TIME!

They were all completely silent as I continued.

Y/N: The next one who says another word besides the Warden and myself is dead. Am I clear?

They all were still silent as I shot my revolver onto the ceiling as I screamed again.

Y/N: AM I FUCKING CLEAR!

They all nodded.

Warden: There must be something else I can do.

Y/N: How about you stop thinking with your second head and free my Baby from the jail? It's simple.

Warden: I'll give you whatever else you want, but I can't get your girl out. I have a safe full of money?

Wolfie: Stop the fucking press. Asshole has a safe? What safe?

I looked at Wolfie who was holding an urn of ashes.

Black Bitch: No, no. Just... that's not it. Just put that back on the shelf.

Y/N: Hey! What do you think you're doing?

Wolfie: What? I'm not allowed to have fun?

Y/N: I don't want you messing with that thing!

Wolfie: I can't have fun no more? What's going on?

Y/N: You know why I don't want you messing with stuff like that?

Wolfie: Why?

Y/N: Why? Because I got fucking morals. That's why! Wolfie, put that fucking urn back where you found it.

Wolfie: There's no room on the shelf, I can't put it anywhere.

Y/N: I don't give a fuck! Put it anywhere and don't touch it! If you do, I'll know!

He walked away as I went back to the business at hand.

Black Bitch: Thank you.

Y/N: Don't think I was doing it for you. Anyway, back to the business at hand. Money? What the fuck am I gonna buy? Look at me, dumbass.

The warden did as I looked into his beady eyes, making sure he was looking at me.

Y/N: I got everything I fucking need. I'm not a slave to a system where I get treated like I'm not human. How about you talk that way about your own guards since you got no balls between those legs?

Then, the doorbell rang.

Y/N: Who the fuck is that?

Black Bitch: No one.

Y/N: Otis!

He came walking in and was confused.

Otis: Yeah, Y/N?

Y/N: Go check out who's at the door and bring it here.

Otis: Got it.

Black Bitch: We're not expecting anyone, I swear.

Otis went to the door and it turned out to be Bozo The Clown.

Clown: Well, hello! You must be the lady of the household. Oh I almost forgot.

He gave Otis a fucking balloon animal or some fucking shit as this wasn't even funny.

Clown: So, where's the party?

Y/N: Hey, Bozo!

He looked at me and he was scared at what was happening. I mean, his eyes were as wide as saucers and I think this scared him to a high degree.

Y/N: Bring him over here, Otis. I wanna take a good look at him.

He brought him to the table where everyone was as I had to say the one thing that this clown took as a compliment.

Y/N: You look like an idiot!

Clown: Why thank you, sir! You see, I'm for children's parties as well as adult entertainment and as you can see, I'm used however you want me to be.

Y/N: I can see that.

Wolfie: What the fuck are we gonna do with that kiddy tickler?

Y/N: It's simple: if he makes us laugh, we'll let him go. If he doesn't...

I cocked the hammer on my revolver as I grinned at the clown who was probably to hold onto his sanity.

Y/N: ...he's dead.