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Heheheheh awwww thank you sweetie!🩷🩷 I am soooo glad you liked it! 😭😭😭🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Hello everyone! It’s finally here Chapter 9 Part 2. I’m soooo sorry it took months longer than expected but I’m sooo excited & hope you all enjoy 🫶🏻 This chapter is kinda dark and there may be some trigger warnings so please DO NOT read if any bother you.

Big thanks to my amazing girls @hellhound5925 and @lune-de-miel-au-paradis for their help on this 🩷🩷& again @hellhound5925 for letting me use her BOUJEE BAD B character Raven 🤩🤩

Dividers by the best always @idontgetanysleep 🥰

𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗜𝘃𝗲 𝗡𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗛𝗮𝗱 ⠀

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟵 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟮

𝗥𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀:🔞 𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗗𝗢 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗪𝗼𝗹𝗳𝗳𝗲 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿, 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘁, 𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗙𝗼𝘅, 𝗢𝗖 𝗙𝗶𝗻𝗻, 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗳 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗢𝗖 𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆 , 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗳 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗪𝗼𝗹𝗳 𝗣𝗮𝗰𝗸, 𝟱𝟬𝟭𝘀𝘁, 𝗥𝗲𝘅, 𝗔𝗿𝗳 𝗧𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗛𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱, 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙍𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝘾𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙨

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 3540

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗘 𝗗𝗡𝗜 𝗶𝗳 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂- 𝗢𝗖 𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗴𝗻𝗮𝗻𝘁, 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗲, 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲, 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙪𝙡𝙩 , 𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲, 𝘀𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻, 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁 , 𝗮𝗻𝘅𝗶𝗲𝘁𝘆, 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗻

The sun goes down and the light has betrayed you. The compact room you had been thrown in was bleak, icy and almost completely dark. The only illumination came from the energy binders secured around your wrists. The chill danced across your body as darkness engulfed you- it was not merely the darkness that came out of absence of light. No it was much more sinister.

The continuous rolling your shoulders to try and relieve some of the stiffness from your body grew tiresome. If the cold bite of the permacrete floor beneath your knees is any indication of the treatment of the men who captured you then you only hoped for an end. Another moment felt like another eternity. Yet of course you longed for Wolffe to hold you, to save you- to be completely safe in his embrace, but there was no arms just chains to hold you.

It hurts physically and mentally. Your heart feels like it’s about to burst into fire. Your mind racing with the same question over and over. Is this my end.

Unsure if this is reality or some fucked up dream.

It had been 3 days. Three long, tiring and completely wasted days, to no avail any step closer to finding the only thing he cares about. The image of you wavers so bold in his mind but the guilt is slowly overtaking him, the pain he is carrying weighs heavy on his shoulders, the utter agony and weakness he feels would be enough to decommission him if the Kaminons still had control.

Weak, he is fucking weak and he knows it.

He had seen his world change and tomorrow may fall but today has already gone.

The night air was crisp, like shards of ice in Wolffe’s lungs. His skin was pulled taught beneath his eyes, completely sleep deprived, weary muscles ache as a low dull thump lays into the base of his skull.

His two fingers pinch the bridge of his nose hoping to relieve the tension that continues to build up behind his eyes, the clenching pain bubbling away through out his body only exacerbates the prickling feeling of guilt that torment his soul.

“Copy that brother.”

The beep of Fox’s commlink snaps Wolffe briefly back to reality.

Fox clears his throat quietly before placing a caring hand across Wolffe’s broad shoulder.

“Ner vod, I’m sorry but Hound and his team have lost track of her. The massiff’s can’t seem to pick the scent back up…”

Wolffe rubs his temple sucking in a deep sigh. A single tear rolls down his cheek splashing against his scratched armor.

“Fuck” he curses under his breath pained.

“Rex and his team have joined forces with Boost, Sinker and Comet from what I’ve been made aware they are currently in the lower levels.”

“We will find her brother.” The hoarseness in his voice apparent, determined to find you. The close bond you and Fox shared was evident to Wolffe.

The caf had gone cold still Wolffe continued to sup away, the now bland and unsatisfying taste began to vex him, his mind was racing with thought after thought- but he couldn’t pervade his head with such a dark concept, it was becoming a struggle to stay favourable.

“Fighting and war was all we had been bred for Fox…at least that’s how I truly felt until her….finally I had found something I never had”

“Never dreamed I could have and it’s slipping through my fingers” The perturb was visible, deep in Wolffe’s eyes.

“SHE is slipping through my fingers” his last sentence began to crack and waiver.

The agony presented itself as clear as day nothing like his usual cocksure but cold manner.

Stiffness clouded the air, a quiet soreness that silenced the room- only the light raggedy breathing of the Commanders could be heard.

The moonless night was dark, enveloping the planet below casting a mysterious shadow across everything in its path. Yet scattered stars that danced across the vast expanse of sky began to illuminate the upper levels of Coruscant with their gentle glow. A glimmer of hope that this nightmare could soon be over.

The velvety coal canvas seems to stretch almost endlessly and in this moment as the moon hides it face, the sharp shrill of commlinks and the loud clunk of the boots from the battle hard clones drowns out any other sounds from the citizens wandering the lower levels of this bustling metropolis.

“Two lifeforms have been following us for the last 25 minutes brother..” Tup quietly nudges Fives.

“Well spotted Tup, comm the Captain. Now!”

Fives stops and turns his sight to the men leaning ever so cocky against the building of a brightly lit Neon bar across the way. The larger of the two holding a small vibroblade scraping his finger up and down the sharpness of the object before dropping his head only so slightly - a spine chilling smile splashed across his face as he lets out a chuckle.

“Captain Rex- the two unfriendlies less than 10 feet behind Fives and I have been on our tails for well over 30 minutes” Tup calmly speaks into his comm.

Jesse and Rex stop almost instantly in their tracks with the Wolfpack up ahead turning around and following suit joining the rest of their brothers.

The commanding officer of the 501st removes his helmet,whilst the other hand grazes across his DC-15A blaster - the stern look on his face directed at the nat-borns only mere few feet away.

“We clocked them too sir” Sinker says as he takes his place next to Rex.

“Call it in to Commander Wolffe and Commander Fox they must be informed”

Rex prompts Sinker unfazed as the two men begin to make their way over to the group of soldiers.

“Squadron stay alert.” Rex warns over the comms.

He turns nodding at Sinker as the Nat-borns move in closer like a Gundark stalking its prey. The larger of the two stopped and stood afore Rex. Sizing him up.

Silence. One with a life of its own.

With a scoff, the elevated man turns to the other before rotating his attention back to the Captain.

“That freak with the scar not here eh? Can’t even make the effort to come for his stuck up bitch?”

Each of the clones clench their firsts at their sides, the ire plastered rather blatantly in their stance. The air so thick with tension. Tension like a dark black smoke from each of the burning fires that were Clone Troopers.

Boost grasps tightly at Comet’s wrist as he pushes his way forward- a firm way of explaining to his brother the time is not right.

Rex’s brows furrow for a second or two. The acute eye contact between himself and lofty man only intensifies the uncertainty of the current situation.

“The boss… he wants a holo meet with that freak”

“This evening 23.00 hours, here are the details …. Clone”

The word spit as if they weren’t even real men. As if they would never measure up. The contemptuous in tone only angers and each trooper further.

“Does your boss have a name?” Rex grits out between a clenched jaw.

Of course the battle hardened leader of the 501st keeps a cool yet calming aura.

“Finn.”

The name reverberated off the walls of the alley crawling over his skin. Rex puffed his chest out further to suppress a shiver. He of course would stand his ground until the men walked away. It’s what any leader, it’s what your lover Wolffe would do.

A small shit eating grin creeps the corner of his mouth. The two men turn to leave not before the few words that leaver Sinker’s mouth has his skin producing goosebumps.

“His name is Commander Wolffe”

“And he will end you and your fucking boss- you would do well to remember that.”

The nat-born stops in his tracks, the tension now almost palpable.

Another scoff.

“Yeah alright clone…”

The long and drawn out silence broken only by the thunder roaring furiously as the superiorly thick smoky clouds rolled in like boulders- ready to crush anything that stands in their way. Flashing lightning electrifies the dark skies and without warning the rain-fall came gushing down throwing its self onto the cold ground below.

The walls of room seemed to be closing in on Wolffe. He was that one step closer to finding you, that much was certain- yet those cruel thoughts still plagued his mind.

Back in Fox’s office tensions run extremely high. Wolffe tuned out the chatter from his brother and the unknown female voice on the comms. The burning desire running through his blood to find you grows with each second. The dull roar filling his ears.

Yet he continues to scan his datapad over and over, not noticing the hiss of the doors sliding open as Rex enters the room closely followed by the Wolfpack.

Rex pats his brothers shoulder softly before removing his helmet- a gentle gesture.

Wolffe finally lifts his head, behind his eyes pain and a deep sadness lingers. He lets out a long sigh grabbing the bridge of his nose anything to ease that discomfort he feels hacking away at his mind body and soul.

“Commander it seems the person who is holding Crystal is called Finn… from what we know he must be part of some crime family. He wants a holomeet… 23.00hrs this evening”

“Thank you Rex”

“Brothers there is someone I’d like you all to meet..”

Before Fox can finish his sentence the doors to his office slide open revealing a female Mandalorian. Her long blonde hair falls in a neat plait over one shoulder. Wolffe’s eyes fall to the helmet tucked neatly under one arm. She offers a curt nod, looking over the troopers standing before her.

“It’s nice to finally meet you all. I’m sorry it has to be under such circumstances. I’m Raven Skirata.”

A silence falls over the group. Raven Skirata. She spent most of her time training Clone Commandos on Kamino. A glimmer of hope beams throughout Wolffe.

“I’ve got operatives running classified missions here in Coruscant. One of them has been chasing a crime syndicate, collecting data on their whereabouts. I’ve come to learn through Commander Fox you are in need of help tracking someone down who you believe has been taken by one of the syndicates members. Is this correct?”

“That’s correct” Wolffe’s words were quiet.

“We had been informed by two males their boss- Finn he wants a holomeet arranged for this evening. We are 99% sure he has Crystal.”

Raven pushes her neat blonde plait behind her back , the Skirata Wolf that sits on her left shoulder pauldron gleams against the dim lights that flicker in the office. A look of trepidation is shared between herself and Fox.

“Finn Salazar - His family was killed during the war - unfortunate collateral, and ever since then has blamed the GAR and the Clones.”

That long silence is back.

“However his family had links to the Pykes so we can only assume he has taken it upon himself to carry on their work- prostitution and narcotics seem to be his thing. Thats all I’m allowed to say on him but we do have a possible location.”

The pitter-patter of the rain thrumming against the window of Fox’s office breaks that silence.

“Wolffe…. It’s almost 23.00 hours… the meet”

Fox reminds his brother nodding at the holoprojector on his desk. Raven, Rex, Fox and the Wolfpack took a few feet back allowing Wolffe the space they know he will need.

Wolffe lets out a small grunt before nodding.

Anger and vexation burned inside of Wolffe’s chest, his dense hold of the desk grew stronger as his brows furrowed. The blue light from the hologram shone against his face, His cybernetic eye glistened - emphasising the rage splashed across his features.

“Tut tut, I do not usually appreciate tardiness Commander…”

“However seeing as I have something belonging to you this once I will allow it.”

The sick pleasure in Finn’s voice only added to the growing frustration bubbling away inside the Commander.

He was going to fucking kill him. And by the maker he would cause this syndicate boss untold agony.. pain this fucker had never once felt in his pathetic life.

“Where is she?” Wolffe hisses.

Wolffe’s jaw started to tick, his foot tapping relentlessly.

“Oh don’t you worry Commander Wolffe she is being well cared for, isn’t that right darling?

Finn’s tone was vindictive and cold. It trickled through your veins like rusty daggers.

Suddenly the view had been shifted around to you. For what seems like an eternity your gaze flickers up to Wolffe. Like every star system in the galaxy had come to screeching halt, his eyes search yours. He can see the pain and angst that was so desperately lingering across your face.

“Wolffe….” Your words oh so quiet.

Tears begin to form in the corners of your eyes adding to their already delicate shine.

Your beautiful face he has loved since day one. And stars above did it break his fucking heart.

Yet within a spilt second that heartache was gone replaced by agonising rage that inflamed his whole being.

Finn’s hand slithers up your bare arm towards your neck before his hand started to caress your face in such an unholy manner. His lips placed against your pulse point inhaling your scent.

“She’s a pretty little thing isn’t she Wolffe I do however believe she would look even better with a little less on… don’t you?”

His dark chuckle infuriates not just your lover but every single person stood in Fox’s office.

Finn’s voice seeped its way down your spine causing a shiver as his hand slapped you. Hard and with intent. The sting travels from your face radiating pins and needles throughout your body. Your whimpers do nothing to deter him.

Finn glides his calloused thumb across your full lips snagging your chin in his fingers. The contrast between your softness and his roughness makes you squirm. Your attempt to wriggle away fails as he takes out a razor-sharp vibroblade slicing through one of the straps holding up your silky dress.

A small gasp falls from your lips as you feel the dress slipping down exposing your partially naked chest. The blade scrapes across your collarbone, causing your blood to leak from the cut.

"Even her blood smells sweet. I can see why you are so fond of this one Commander. "

"I bet she would look even sweeter underneath me at my mercy …. and under my blade as I touch her like you do Commander. "

The syndicate boss uttered the rank of Commander so contemptuously, almost spitting it out like some sort of disgusting verb.

His wicked chuckle had Wolffe seething with an incandescent ire. Murder was on his fucking mind.

A harsh thump rings in the room as Wolffe slams both his fists onto the cold metal of the desk in front of him.

“I swear to the fucking maker if you touch her like that again I will kill you”

“But it won’t be fucking quick”

Wolffe bared his teeth and his words roll out like a snarl.

“Shabuir” Raven grunted through a clenched jaw.

Her eyes flit across the room noticing the distress across each of the clones faces. The men she cares for like her own brothers.

Her heart pained for them.

“He won’t get away with this” Fox directed to his brothers.

A stillness falls the room.

Finn glares at Wolffe sadistically , as a vile scowl tugged at the corner of his lips. His eyes as green as poison- a look of malice. This just added to his growing fixation of wanting to gut the bastard from stomach to throat. His blood boiling like the fiery lava that ran free on Mustafar.

Slowly with intent to cause the upmost unbearable affliction.

"What I do not seem to understand is why is her interested in YOU clone? I guess even the pretty ones like her can have these type of fucked up brains wired ever so severely incorrect …. “

“But the question stands- what sould I do about it? Hmm? We must tip the balance of normality back. A beautiful thing like her belongs to a normal being. A real man.”

Finn plays with the blade across your cheek so nonchalantly, yet his eyes fixated on the father of your unborn child.

“It does however seem that she wants you…”

“Maybe once I’ve shown her what it’s like to be with a REAL man and how a REAL man can make her feel she might change her mind”

His dry lips graze against the bob in your throat.

Each and every single hair on the back of your neck stands to attention, the chill almost becoming unbearable . You remained as still as could be- the sinister aura from this man held you in a tightening grip. Slowly you closed your eyes, your stomach churning. You were immobilised. Terror sucked the very breath from your mouth.

Finn turns his attention back to Wolffe as Fox appears next to his Vod. The wrath that painted a picture on his face oh so obvious.

“So I will make you and the rest of the experiments in that room a deal, from now on you and the Coruscant Guard will pay no mind to the Salazar syndicate. You will allow us to continue our work with the Pykes in exchange for your little bitch here.”

Wolffe studies his face before holding Finn’s stare with cold and narrow eyes. He tenses and his jaw clenched in annoyance. The blood that ran through his veins began to burn his tanned skin.

“No deal. Let her go and I will think about allowing you to live.”

Finn’s laugh was baleful. It caused you to recoil in terror. As each moment that passed the thought of being back in the arms of your lover faded more and more.

“My my- that is not the answer I was looking for…maybe this will change your answer”

With one hand Finn yanks your dress further and further down, the cool of the air hits your naked flesh like a thousand blaster bolts. The other hand found its way to your neck tightening his fingers, cutting off your air supply. Your face began to turn into a sickening colour as your sight started to close in on you, the feeling of your life ebbing away. Your mouth falls open, a strangled groan pathetically leaving you. His grip was too strong to wriggle out of.

Finn’s eyes glint in amusement. He meets Wolffes gaze. Neither man backs down.

Fuck. The realisation sets in, shooting him directly in the gut and he stiffens.

“Let her go she’s carrying my child”

Wolffe finally yields. He’s fucking seething.

By and by the solid grip around your neck begins to detach, your body gives way as you crumble to the ground below.

A tear forms in the corner of Rex’s soft eyes, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. Raven stands in front of the Wolfpack. Her stance wide, positioning herself between the clones - who are so much like her brothers - and the threat. Her only way to protect them from the abhorrent scene unfolding in front of their eyes.

Raven looks like an animal ready to pounce. Her hands twitch at her sides as if they ache to be around Finn's throat. She exchanges a quick look with Fox who sharply nods before turning his attention back to the holocall.

“Think about it clone. You have 24 hours.” Finn taunts.

As your face vanished from view Wolffe inhaled a painful breath- the first of many.

Wolffe hadn't noticed but Rex did. Raising a brow at his brother and the Mandalorian.

Once the link closes Rex questions them.

"Want to fill me in?"

Raven nods to Fox to explain.

"We were able to tract the location of the signal. Thanks to Ravens brother - Captain Ordo - for the tech."

“I want them destroyed and I want Crystal safe. Brother I’m sorry but the 501st must ship out to meet Cody and his troops… a slight situation has gotten out of hand”

Wolffe and Rex’s eyes meet before they clap another’s forearm with their gloved hands above their wrists. As the 501st bid adieu to the rest of their brothers and Raven , Wolffe turns around catching a glimpse of his misty reflection of the office- one he fails to recognise.

His features replaced by an almost other-worldly demon that haunts his very soul.

“He will find his own grave” Wolffe spits out as he turns to Fox.

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