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Till Death Do Us Part Yandere! Captain Price x Ex Wife! Reader. Chapter Four.

Authors Notes- And here is the fourth and final chapter. And as you can gather by now I like to put whatever trigger things this chapter will feature in the Authors Notes. So this chapter will feature alcohol use, yet more stalking, non-con touching, sexual themes, dub-con, pregnancy, and possessive behavior. If none of this is your cuppa tea then this is where we part ways but I'll remember our time fondly.

Now that we got THAT out of the way here is Chapter Four.

Chapter Four.

"I know you must think I'm silly." You said as you opened the door to John. The man in question offering you a smile as he stepped into the apartment, eyes scanning the apartment he and his men had been in a few hours ago.

"Not at all." Price said, turning to face you, his heart skipping a beat as he looked around, he had watched you for months, and standing here before you, it made his heart ache, especially when you looked so nervous.

Price watched as you rubbed at your arm, chewing on your bottom lip as you looked away from him. Did you feel the same thing when you looked at him? He hoped so. Forcing himself to tear his gaze away from you he looked around your apartment, smile disappearing.

"When did you notice something was wrong?" He asked, moving into the living room, you and Zipper following after him, Zipper rubbing against his legs as he did so, leaving a fine layer of fur on his pant legs. Looking down at him Price leaned down to scratch the cat behind the ears.

You chewed on your bottom lip, now you beginning to feel foolish calling him here for nothing. "W-well I actually only noticed that something was wrong when I went out a couple of days ago. I had gone to the mall and afterwards some guy had followed me." Now you felt ever more silly, what happened when you came home from the mall wasn't related to this...was it?

"B-but when I came home I noticed things had changed, I didn't know what to do so I called you...I'm sorry."

Price chuckled, placing a hand on your shoulders, giving them a squeeze. "I don't think it's silly." He told you before moving around your room once more, noting the things you had pointed out to him that he, Soap, and Gaz had moved, then to the window where you had seen Ghost, peering out the window he could see his lieutenant looking up at him before disappearing into the alley across the street to rejoin Soap and Gaz at the nearby pub where he told them to meet.

You watched as Price moved around your room, blue eyes scanning every inch of the room. While you would never admit it out loud you had missed him. Missed having him around like this, even with one of his nasty cigars in his mouth as he looked to you once more. The same, sweet smile he always wore gracing his face as he moved towards you once more. "I don't see any sign that your place has been broke into, love."

Your heart skipped a beat at his pet name. Your cheeks flushing slightly. Looking away briefly you gathered your nerves. Being alone for so long was getting to you. You had divorced him remember? Giving you head a little shake you forced a smile of your own to your face, moving closer to him. "Must be my imagination." You told him. "I always did like to let it wander. Sorry about this, John. I know your busy."

Price chuckled before placing a hand on your shoulder once more, giving it a little squeeze. "Think nothing of it. I wanted to make sure you were safe. And you can never be too careful. If you'd like I can stop by once in a while and make sure things are okay in the neighborhood when I have time?"

You shook your head, John had enough on his plate the last thing you were going to do was taking him away from anything far more important because of your silly little imagination.

"No," You said. "It's okay. Sorry for taking up your time." You chewed on your lip once more. "Would you like to stay for some tea?" You asked.

Price didn't really care for the types of tea you liked to drink, but if it meant he got to spent time with you he would gladly accept. His smile widening as he looked to you once more. Perhaps you were lonely, having no one for company but a cat could be tough.

"I'd love some."

Your smile widened as you turned your back to him, and headed to the kitchen, John's eyes roving over your body as he followed you into the kitchen. Taking in every inch of you, hunger shing in his eyes, god how it took all of his willpower to not just pin you against the counter and take what he wanted, to have you needy and whining as he buried himself balls deep into your tight cunt. To leave his mark on you delicate skin, to mark you as his own. Patience. He told himself, she'll be yours again in no time just be patient. Easier said than done, but as John seated himself at the kitchen table he wondered were there lonely nights for you too?

Nights where you lay in bed, fingers buried deep in your dripping cunt, begging for something to fill you up? Did you resort to using toys when your fingers couldn't cut it? Price bit down on his bottom lip, eyes fluttering shut, his cock twitching at the thought of you in your bed, bedsheets tangled around your body as you lay naked, thing sheet of sweat coating your body as you arched off the bed. A keening whine escaping your lips as you pumped your finger in and out of your cunt, tears welling in your eyes as you did so so desperate to get off.

God, how he wanted to have you again, to have his mouth on your dripping cunt, your fingers tangled in his hair as he make you come undone by his mouth alone. And before long you would cry out his name as you came, but he knew you were never just satisfied you always wanted more-

"John?!" You voice cut through his thoughts, jerking him back to reality, and Price couldn't help but flush a little bit at the thought of getting caught daydreaming about you. "Are you alright?" you asked.

"I'm fine." Price muttered, trying to adjust himself as his cock pressed against the crotch of his jeans, willing it to go down, before taking a sip of the tea you had offered, as he watched as you sat down across from him. Silence falling over you two.

"Are you hungry?" You asked, trying to get rid of this silence. "I can make you something if you'd like?"

Price shook his head. "No that's quite all right. I ate before I came here." He told you. "So," he spoke. "How are things since the..." he trailed off, watching as you flinched as the unspoken word of divorce.

"I'm good, trying to keep busy. Trying to find something to keep me occupied and such. I might finally take up writing, or knitting." You told him. "How are things at work, busy?"

"Always." John said.

"How are the others Simon and the rest?" you asked.

"They're fine they've been busy torturing recruits and other such things." Following you and making you feel scared so that you'll come to your senses and come back to me. Price thought darkly. Though he knew it would take a little bit more before you came running back, but the fact that you had called him was a sign that his plan was working. Just another little nudge and it would be all over.

Hours had passed since the two of you had gotten together when Price finally decided to call it a night so to speak, getting up from his seat at the kitchen he wished you a goodnight before giving you a friendly hug. One you returned without much hesitation, and Price took this moment to plant a tender kiss on your cheek before heading to the door, wishing you a goodnight before headed out to the street and towards his truck. Heading to meet the rest of the 141.

And as he did he vowed that tonight would not be the last time he had visited your lonely little apartment. Not by a long shot.

***

A few days had passed since you and him had spoke, and now Price had found himself outside your lonely little apartment once again, he had lost count of how many times he had found himself out here while Simon and the others followed you. But this time he wasn't here to simply watch you, as you went about your day unaware that your ex-husband was watching you.

Taking a puff of his cigar he stepped out of his truck and headed towards your apartment. Entering the lobby he looked around seeing no one around he headed to your apartment, and after looking around once more made quick work of the lock before stepping into your darkened apartment. Eyes quickly adjusting to the darkness around him, as you quietly made his way to your bedroom, where he could hear you snoring slightly. Pushing the door open Price looked to where you were sleeping, your sleeping form covered by a thick blanket, Zipper at your feet sleeping soundly as well.

Moving closer to you he looked down at you, completely unaware of his presence as his fingers brushed against your cheek, taking in the softness, before trailing down to your bare shoulder, biting down on his bottom lip he tugged the covers down, revealing you in a thin t-shirt you usually wore to bed, the flimsy worn fabric left nothing to the imagination as his thick fingers trailed across one perky nipple before going lower and lower.

Towards you clothed sex, his fingers dipping underneath the waistband of your panties to your pussy, letting out a low growl as his fingers slipped between your soft folds, a soft sigh was your only response as his finger were greeted by wetness. My, Price thought, a devious grin on his face as he continued to watch you. Someone is having sweet dreams. His thumb brushed against your clit, making your gasp as he did so. You had always been so responsive when it came to sex, another thing, one of very many he loved about you.

However, watching you sleep and toying with you was not the only thing Price had come here for. He had come here for one more thing. Pulling the blankets up once more he covered you completely before moving to your bathroom, making sure to keep as quiet as he could manage as he rummaged through your drawers, with a small flashlight in his hands, until he found what he had been looking for. Your birth control pills.

If his little plan went well you wouldn't be needing these, so he was going to just get rid of them for you. You wouldn't mind, would you? Tucking the tablets into his back pocket he moved back to your bed, watching as moonlight spilled in through crack in the curtains illuminating your room, as he moved to your side once more. And placing a kiss on your parted lips.

"Wait for me, love." He whispered. "We'll be together again." His fingers trailed across your cheek once more as your murmured in your sleep before he disappeared into the shadows, leaving your apartment once more.

And not a moment too soon as a few moments later you roused, blinking up at the ceiling you couldn't help but feel like something was off, what had woke you up? Propping yourself up on your elbows you looked around, staring at your darkened room with bleary eyes and saw nothing. And yet the room felt wrong somehow. Throwing the covers off you turned on the light and looked around, nothing out of the ordinary so what was wrong?

Stepping out of your bedroom you looked around your darkened living room, and saw nothing. Perhaps you were just being paranoid? Nodding to yourself you moved back to you bedroom, intent on going back to sleep. However, that was much easier said than done as you spent the last few hours completely awake, unable to fall asleep. Something was wrong.

***

This was it. Price thought, as he sat in a small quiet pub, cigar in hand, today would hopefully be the last day he would have his men harass you as you went about your day. And sure, Ghost would most certainly be one of the main ones that would stalk you, but this time unlike the last time he would come to your rescue, with some story about how he was coming over to make sure you were okay, considering the last few text messages he had received from you 'worried' him.

Sure, you had assured him that everything is fine, but Price knew differently, you couldn't fool him. He knew his and the rest of the 141's presence bothered you, though you had no idea that it him and the others behind everything, did you? And you never would. Taking a sip of his pint he waited. If all was going according to plan Soap and Gaz would be seeing you soon.

***

You needed to get out of here. You thought as you paced around your apartment, Zipper held in your arms. Blue eyes looking up at you questioningly, something was going on, someone was out there watching you, you were certain of it, and it felt like that someone had been in your house. You know it sounded crazy, and maybe you were going crazy but someone was out there watching you, perhaps, you thought as you peered out the crack into your curtains, peering down at the street below. They were watching you now?

What did they want? Why were they doing this to you? Shaking your head you placed Zipper down after placing a kiss on his forehead and grabbed you needed out of here, you needed groceries anyway and cat food. And paranoia aside you weren't going to let whoever was watching you control your life. Biting down on your bottom lip you reached into your purse, producing a small knife, sure, it was nothing if whoever was watching and following you did want to hurt you, well it wouldn't do much good, but it was all you had. And by god if you weren't going to make it work.

"Be back soon, Zipper. Be good." You told your cat as you grabbed your keys, purse, and jacket before heading out the door and out on to the street.

And the moment you did you caught sight of a hooded man leaning against the wall, hands in his pockets, cigarette hanging from his lips, and the moment he saw you he pushed himself off the wall.

"Hey," the man called out to you, making you tense up. Relax, you thought to yourself. Perhaps this guy is just going to ask for some spare change or directions. No need to be so paranoid. You instantly felt. "Where you goin' sweetheart?" he asked.

Okay. Obviously that was not the case as you quickly walked past him, the man chuckling as you did so. "Aw c'mon I just want to be friends, and damn if you don't got a sweet ass on you."

You picked up the pace. The man also picking up the pace as you clutched your purse tightly to yourself. The knife in your pocket as you slipped your hand in your pocket, producing said knife. Gathering up your nerves you moved to turn around and confront the creep when someone stepped out in front of you. A very familiar someone in fact.

"John?" You murmured as you looked up at the man in question, who was currently standing before you, glaring at the man in the hoodie that had been bothering you.

"You got a problem?" John growled to the man in question.

And despite finding himself confronted by a man far larger than him the man in the hoodie still relented. "C'mon, what's the big deal I was just being friendly. In fact," the smaller man peered around John, leering at you, the look on his face making your skin crawl. "I was wanting to get really friendly..."

Gross. Gross. Gross. You shuddered and took a couple steps away from the two men, and turned on your heel and walked off, leaving John to deal with the stranger. Not getting far as soon as you did you heard John call after you, looking over your shoulder you saw him racing to catch up with you, the man in the hoodie laying on the ground groaning in pain.

"Where are you going?" John asked.

You shrugged, wrapping your arms around yourself. You had just wanted to go for a walk to the grocery store, why was this happening to you?!

"Y/N...Hey, Y/N!" John shouted, followed by the sound of him racing to catch up with you, before clapping a heavy hand on your shoulder. "Where you going, love?"

"J-just to get some groceries." You said.

"Why not call me I would have picked something up for you." He asked, placing both hands on your shoulders now, looking deep into your eyes.

"I've certainly bothered you enough and I really needed some fresh air and I...John what am I doing wrong? Why is this happening?" you asked. Tears of frustration welling in your eyes.

Price shushes you as he pulls you close to him, arms wrapping around you. "I don't know, love. I really don't." He told you as he rested his chin on your head, rubbing you back as he waited for you to calm down. Reminding himself to offer Soap an apology for the black eye he had given him a few minutes earlier, hell he owed them all for how they had helped him. Just a little more and you were his.

"John?" You spoke, jerking him from his thoughts. It was then he realized he had been holding on to you.

"Oh, sorry." He murmured as he reluctantly let you go already missing your warmth and the way you felt in his arms. An awkward silence falling over the two of you. "How about I got with you to get some groceries and then maybe go for dinner?"

You chewed on your bottom lip as you looked up at him. And as you thought it you realized that you really didn't want to go home right now. "Sure, why not?" You said a faint smile on your lips, watching as Price's smile widened and something unreadable flashed in his eyes, as the two of you walked down the street, behind you the rest of the 141 watched them looking triumphant as they did so before disappearing into the shadows once more. It was all up to Price now.

***

And Price's plan? Was slowly coming together as he sat across from you at some small pub, heart swelling as he heard you laugh, your cheeks flushed whether from his story or the glasses of wine he had offered you. You always loved your wine, maybe a bit too much but never less it was nice to see you loosen up.

"I can't believe you still remember that." You chuckled, shaking your head as he told a story from your past of a time when the two of you had gone to the lake when you first started dating, remembering how you had fallen into the lake, and when John had gone to help you up you had managed to pull him into the water too, soaking the both of you.

"What can I say?" It was one of my fondest memories." Price said chuckling, before taking a sip of his pint, eyes glued on you. Warmth filling him as he watched you, you cheeks rosy pink whether because of him or the wine he had been feeding you but he loved it. Loved being with you, and you seemed to be enjoying your time with him as well.

Of course Price hadn't asked you to join him just for dinner, sure that part was true but he also knew if he placed his cards right and got you drunk enough you would be coming to spend the night at his place tonight, and from there that's where the fun began. And thankfully after a few hours it all paid off as the two of you started to head out, you more than a little tipsy, stumbling slightly as you and Price stepped out of the bar and stumbling right into him.

"Oh, sorry." you murmured as he steadied you.

"No need to be sorry, love." Price told you, smiling down at you.

"No I do need to be sorry." You said, cheeks flushed as you looked up at him. "Sorry for how I...how I...hurt you...."

Prices' brow furrowed as he looked to you as he lead you to where his truck was parked.

"With the divorce and everything. I was so caught up in my feelings I..."

"Shhh." John hushed you, a finger to you lips. "It's alright. If anything I should be sorry, sorry for not being there when you needed me, sorry for not being the husband you wanted, needed." Price looked away, guilt gripping him, he had told himself that he wouldn't feel this way, but he couldn't help it.

"Oh, John." You whisper, forcing him to meet your gaze once more, the two of you stared at one another before you moved closer, your breath mingling as you got on your tippytoes and placed a tender kiss on his lips.

If you had been more aware you wouldn't have done it but with all that had happened, and the all the alcohol you had drank and the loneliness you didn't give yourself a chance to address since the divorce you couldn't help it. You had missed him, as much as he had missed you.

Finally. Price thought, pulling you flush against him, deepening the kiss. Everything was going to plan, he smiled against your lips as he pushed you flush against the door of his truck, a low growl escaping him as you gasped. Thick fingers tangled in your hair as you continued to kiss only parting briefly before kissing again, only for you to push him away, guilt still shining in your eyes. This was wrong, this was wrong, this was so wrong. You told yourself, he was you ex, you had divorced him and yet.

"Something wrong?" Price asked.

Biting your lip you looked away. "We shouldn't be doing this..." You said more to yourself than to him.

Cupping your face Price forced you to look at him, a soft smile on his lips. "We can stop anytime, love. Just say the word."

Biting down on your bottom lip. That was the question, did you want to stop? Part of you said yes, another part of you, a part you had thought you had buried scream no. And that part was slowly winning. It had been so long since you had been held by someone, touched by someone, loved by someone. Looking deep into John's eyes you pulled him into another kiss. You didn't want to be alone not tonight.

That seemed to be all the prompting Price needed as he returned the kiss, before opening the passenger door and allowing you to climb in. Before getting into the driver side, taking you to his home.

***

"J-John, a-ah..." You gasped, as you lay in Price's bed, on you back with your fingers buried in your ex-husbands hair with his face buried in your dripping cunt. This was wrong. A small voice in the back of your head whispered, but was quickly silenced as his lips closed in around your swollen clit, making your hips buck, two thick fingers buried knuckle deep in your cunt as well, stretching you out as you keened.

Price smiled against you dripping cunt, it had been hours since the two of you had arrived at his apartment, and since then he had you at his mercy, screaming and crying his name as you came undone under him, and he was far from finished. Bite marks and bruises littered your body, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on your skin. And to him you never looked more beautiful. Closing his lips around your swollen clit he groaned as you came, a screaming ripping past your lips as your hips bucked upwards, and he wasted no time lapping at your juices before finally, and somewhat reluctantly pulling away. You juices soaking his beard as he crawled up to you, a smile on his face.

Staring into your eyes he placed a rough kiss on your lips, allowing you to taste yourself on his lips. Your chest heaved as you looked up at him with bleary eyes, his lips trailing down you jaw to kiss you neck as he hovered over you. "I hope your not tired yet, my love." He growled, his cock twitching, precum drooling from the flushed tip, he had been at this for hours and he was nowhere near being done, not until he had completely filled you up.

Blinking up at him you seemed confused at first until your eyes settled on his thick cock, before looking up at him. "You ready for more?" He asked.

Not waiting for an answer as you let out a startled cry when he pushed you knees up to you chest, and buried his cock into you. Growling as he did so, it took all his power not to cum inside you right then and there. Yes, this was perfect, you were prefect, far better than anything he had ever felt before. Pressing into you he buried his face in the crook of your neck as he thrust into you, relishing your cries and whimpers as he fucked you. How could you ever think you could live without him when he had you folded in half and at his mercy his cock buried balls deep in you.

No man would ever touch you the way he could, no man could ever make you cum the way he could, love you the way he could. You were his. His! With a low, animalistic growl he sunk his teeth into you neck, making you cry out. And he was going to make sure everyone who saw you, who thought they could have you would know that .

"Mine." He growled, as he fucked you, the headboard of his bed slamming against the wall as he did so, he only vaguely heard his neighbor knocking against the wall, trying to get him to knock it off, but fuck them, fuck anyone who thought they could get between the two of you. You were his and the whole world was going to know it. His inside and out.

And if you ever thought of leaving him again? Well, anger swelled in his chest. He would make certain that you wouldn't he would chain you up and hide you away if you ever did. He hoped you wouldn't. He didn't want to break you, but if you did try to leave him well then that would leave him with no other choice.

Growling again he quickened his pace as he felt his orgasm creeping up on him slowly, and before long he let out a low growl as he came, cum painting your insides white, and spilling out of you, as he reluctantly pulled out of you, but not before stuffing two fingers inside of you, stuffing his cum back in so that it would take. As you lay limp before him, bleary eyes gazing up at Price, who smiled warmly at you as your eyes slid shut.

"Oh no, darling." He growled, lips brushing against your neck. "We're far from being done." He told you, before pulling you in for another brutal kiss.

***

This. Was a mistake. You thought, as you lay in a bed that wasn't yours, in an apartment that was yours next to a man that was no longer yours. Whose arm was wrapped around your midsection, pulling you flush against him, snoring slightly, dead to the world. And here you were unable to sleep and filled with regret for what you had just done. You had just had sex with your ex and now you were regretting it.

Looking over your shoulder he looked to him, he seemed to peaceful, and god you would be lying if you said that you didn't want this to be back in his arms once again. But it had been you that had divorced him, and now you go and do this?! Guilt gripped you as you managed to lift John's heavy arm off of you, and roll out of bed without disturbing the slumbering bear of a man. This was no better than toying with his emotions with some cruel game, you knew that John still had feelings for you no matter how hard he tried to hide it. And this wasn't helping.

Biting down on your bottom lip you struggled to find your clothing, while trying to keep as quiet as possible, ignoring the various aches and pains in your body you manage to get dressed, finding your bra on the back of a chair, not quiet recalling how it had ended up getting there before heading for the front door. Or had been if not for the sound of the bed creaking reaching your ears making you flinch, followed by the sleep heavy voice of John.

"What are you doing, love?" he asked, looking at with bleary eyes.

Caught.

Biting back a curse you turned to face him. "I-I was just about to head out, I think I overstayed my welcome, and-"

"Come back to bed." He growled.

"John, I really should-"

"You want me to drag you back here?" He asked, he was sitting up now.

You were silent as you moved back towards the bed, eyes fixed on John. Once you were in reach he pulled you back into bed, tugging your clothes off and pulling you flush against him. And soon, despite your initial thought you too drifted off to sleep again, your head tucked under his chin. Tomorrow you would let him know that this was a one time thing, and that it would never happen again. But for now... you could let it slide. Heaving a sigh you snuggled closer.

***

However, fate seemed to have other plans for you as days passed since you and John's little tryst. And since then you seemed...off. That was the safest way to put it as you milled around your apartment, cleaning up the cup off coffee you had spilled. Something that would normally not have bothered you, it was just coffee, and yet it seemed to sour your mood, in fact it seemed a lot of things seemed to upset you for no reason. Recalling one time you had yelled at poor Zipper for knocking over one of your favorite plants, sending the poor scurrying away from you, and had hid from you for hours as you cleaned up the mess he had made. Something you had never done before. And that wasn't the only strange thing to happen to you.

If your moods were changing constantly you found yourself suddenly nauseated by certain foods. Foods, you might add that you loved, and now just the smell of them caused your poor stomach to churn. You couldn't be...could you?

You stopped what you were doing at that thought. Worry gripping you, your thoughts going back to the night with John, and then wondered had to taken you pill that morning? Tossing the soiled wash cloth into the sink you moved to your bathroom where you knew you kept your pills, and found them missing. Blinking you shoved everything else out of the way looking for them. And they were nowhere to be seen, where could they be? You did renew you pills right? Sometimes you could be so scatterbrained sometimes as John once told you. But never over this.

And now there was a possibility that you were...No. You were being absurd. You could just be getting sick or something. However, you remained unconvinced as you looked around for your purse and jacket and headed out the door. A new question forming in your mind as you walked down the street with no troubles this time around. In fact, since the night you had spent with John things seemed to be better, no one following you, no one watching you. It was almost like the moment John was back in you life that things seemed to be going okay.

It was an odd thought you knew that but still one that seemed to form in your mind as you walked to the drug store. Shoving the doors open you darted down the aisle to where you knew the pregnancy tests were and grabbing a handful of them before making your way to the cashier. Another question eating away at you, what if you were pregnant? What then? What would you tell John? Would you tell John? However, as you tried to deal with these thoughts you were so lost in thought that you hadn't realized that someone was in front of you until you bumped right into them.

Knocking you to the ground as you did so and making you drop the boxes you were holding. "Oh, sorry." A familiar voice spoke, making your heart drop.

"J-John?" you choked out. Oh no, no, no, no! This was bad. You thought as you looked up at the man in question. Reluctantly taking his hand as he pulled you to your feet.

"Small world, eh, love?" John chuckled, easy smile on his face.

You were silent, unable to utter a word as he then looked to the boxes you had dropped. His smile slipping away as picked up said boxes before you could stop him.

"John, I-"

"You think your pregnant?" John asked.

You flinched slightly. This was what you wanted to avoid. At least until you knew for sure.

"I-I don't know." You told him, and as you said this you felt tears welling in your eyes.

Sympathy shone in John's eyes as he followed you to the cashier, hand on your back, rubbing it reassuringly. "Well, whatever happens, love." He told you, pulling out his wallet and paying for them. "I'll be here for you."

You were silent as you watched him leave the store, you following soon after and rushing back to your apartment. Eager to see what the results were. And if you were pregnant what then? What would you tell John? In fact, what would you do?

Biting down on your bottom lip you unlock you door, and are greeted by a meowing Zipper. The cat following you as you raced to the bathroom ripping open the boxes, littering the bathroom floor with bits of cardboard and other such garbage before doing your business. And then waited...and waited.... and waited. Biting your nails bloody as you did so while pacing around the room.

Realizing that staring at the damned thing wasn't going to help you decided to busy yourself with cleaning up the apartment. Hours soon passed and you finally gathered the courage to check the tests. And when you did you felt your heart sink as you looked at it. Seeing the two little lines that confirmed your fears. Pregnant. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!

Tears spilled down your cheeks as you looked to it. Your were pregnant. But, wait what if this one was defective? Stifling your tears you grabbed the other two pregnancy tests and repeated the same process. Checking later and both read pregnant. Fuck. Now what? What were you to do? Biting down on your bottom lip you paced around the apartment living room, Zipper watching you worriedly. After a while and many many tears you picked up your phone. John said he would want to know, so what should you say?

Should you lie? Tell him they were negative? No, you couldn't do that, John seemed to have this uncanny knack for sniffing out lies, and it would do you no good. Taking a deep breath you dialed his number and waited.

One ring. Two, three, then four. "Hello." He picked up on the fourth ring.

"John, it's me. Can you come over?" You asked, voice wavering.

"Is something wrong?" John asked, worry tinting his voice.

"J-Just come over?" you asked, you didn't want to have this conversation over the phone, you wanted to see how he would react, would he be angry? Happy? You really didn't know, and you really didn't know what to do, John had always known what to do he could help fix this, right?

A while passed before there was a knock on the door, opening it you were greeted by John. A soft smile on his face as he stepped into the apartment. Silence permeated through out the apartment as the two of your stared at each other for the longest time before you beckoned him to follow you to the bathroom, where not one but three positive pregnancy tests greeted him.

And as he looked at them Price was almost unable to keep the grin from his face. You were pregnant. Perfect. Schooling his expression he looked to you. Seeing the worry in your eyes.

"W-well?" you choked out.

"Well?" He parroted.

"What should we do?" you asked.

You were looking to him for advice, good. Then Price only had one option. "We always wanted kids." He told you.

"John-"

"Now hold on." He cut you off, holding up a finger. "I know we're divorced. I know we aren't together but if you want to keep the kid, or kids I want to be there for them." He said, eyes fixed on you. "We don't have to be together but if you want to do this I'll be there for you."

You were silent as you looked to him. Seeing the warmth shining in his eyes, and despite the small voice telling you that something was wrong you felt tears welling in your eyes. "Oh, John." You sobbed, burying your face in his chest as he wrapped his arms around you, unable to keep the grin on from his face.

He had won. You were his once more.

"Everything will be alright, love. I'm here now." A dark look fell over his face as he held you flush against him, sobbing, tears soaking into his shirt as he shushed you. "And I'll never leave you alone ever again." Not a vow but a promise not to you but to himself. You were his once more, and you would be his until the day he died, and god help you or anything that thought otherwise. You were his. Forever.

Authors Notes- Yeah, sorry the ending and a lot of parts of this were meh. There were times when I lost steam when writing this fic, and that kind of shows at the end? But despite that I hope you liked it, and I also apologize for how this story jumped around so much. That being said, have a good day!

#tw stalking #yandere price #cod mw2 #Ex wife reader #tw non con touching #tw alcohol use #Watching you while you sleep #oral sex #vaginal fingering #tw biting #tw pregnancy #tw possessive behavior #Final chapter #dub con #Sorry this story seems to jump around alot #Sorry if it seems rushed in some places

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Till Death Do Us Part Yandere! Captain Price x Ex Wife! Reader. Chapter Three

Authors Notes- And here I am with Chapter Three. And this is where things get real. As you can gather by now I like to mention any triggering warnings in my Authors Notes. So this chapter will feature stalking, breaking and entering, panty stealing, and so much more. If none of this is your cuppa tea then this is where we part ways but I'll remember our time fondly.

And now onto the third chapter. I hope you enjoy!

Chapter Three.

This was perfect. Price thought, as he sat in his office, a sly smile on his face as he leaned back in his seat. Days had passed since he and and his lieutenant had come up with a perfect plan to get you back. Sure, it wasn't the most ideal plan he had ever come up and if he was being honest? Price had been running out of ideas. Or had been until Simon had asked him how he could help. And it was that moment an idea formed in Price's exhausted mind.

Perhaps there was a way Simon could help him get you back, perhaps the entire 141 could help him. Granted he knew he really shouldn't get his men involved, this was his problem. But still... Price lit a cigar he had no other choice, and as he stared up at the ceiling. But whatever choice did he have? He couldn't live like this, not without you.

But now he had come up with the perfect plan. One that would have you back in his arms where you belonged. And when you were he was never letting you go. His plan? Was to have his men follow you, stalk you where ever you went, make you feel afraid, was it cruel of him to get his men involved like this? To frighten you? Perhaps, but it meant you'd come back to him the it was all worth it.

***

Days passed, and you were slowly but certainly getting used to living the life of a single woman. Sure, it took sometime, and there were some lonely nights and nights where you woke up searching for John. But as time went on you eventually got used to sleeping on your own. Well, not on your own as Zipper had long since taken the place where John used to sleep, purring happily as he did so since he was so used to being kicked out of John's spot and forced to sleep on the floor. Now he didn't have to worry about that.

And listening to him purr beside you certainly helped during those sleepless nights. But sometimes you wished you could be with someone. Fall asleep in someone's arms again, as you had before, you always felt the safest then, asleep in John's arms. You missed that. Huffing a sigh you got up from your bed, glancing at the clock as you did so, noting that it read 8:00 AM the time you normally got up, letting out a yawn you headed to your bathroom intent on getting ready for the morning. Stepping out a half an hour later in nothing but a warn out faded pink towel around yourself as you milled about your room.

And perhaps you should have remembered to close your curtains before you went to bed last night, as you walked through the living room, unaware of hungry eyes watching you. Sure, Price was allowing the rest of the 141 to take the reigns and stalk you, terrify you, but he couldn't help but come out and see you. Price shook his head, he and told you time and time again that to close the blinds, however it seems that no matter how many times he did you still always left the blinds open. Making it easy for people to see you go about your day, and for him to see you in that ratty old towel, still wet from the shower. His cock twitching as he took in the sight of you.

You were beautiful. And he couldn't wait to hold you in his arms again. Leaning back in his seat of his truck he continued to watch you from the street. He then turned his gaze to where he knew Simon and the others were, smirking as he saw Gaz lurking near the porch of your apartment. Soap was milling about in the cafe you liked to frequent whenever you had time, and Simon? Price looked to the dark alley beside your apartment, and while both Gaz and Soap would do their very best to help him get you back it was mostly Simon that would be following you. And sure over the years you had met the rest of the 141. Had liked them all, and you especially liked Simon.

But you had never met Ghost. What would you think when you realized you were being followed by a large man clad in a balaclava you would come running back to him. Eventually. There was one thing Price hoped would happen. Guilt gripped him as he thought of what he had resorted to all just to have you back, but it would be worth it, and when it did he would do everything to make you happy. Wanted him home more often? He would find a way to make it happen, wanted to go on vacation? Sure, he could find time. Kids? Price chewed on his lip as you finally closed the curtain, not that it really mattered now he had seen more than enough. But he recalled you guys having conversation after conversation about the two of you having kids, you had always wanted kids, but- No!

Price shoved these thoughts from his head, as he put the key in the ignition, he wouldn't dwell on that, not until you were truly his again. Then they would think about having kids. Pulling away from the building he returned home, trusting in his men to do their best.

Funny, you thought, as you closed your living room curtain, you could have swore that you saw someone watching your from your window. A feeling you quickly brushed off when the feeling disappeared. You're just being silly. You told yourself as you shook your head and turned away from the window. Watching too many crime shows before bed. You told yourself as you entered your bedroom once more, Zipper at your feet. Meowing continuously, and would not stop until you filled his food bowl, so better get on that before anything else. You had planned to meet with your sister-in-law for lunch around noon, so you had plenty of time before your lunch date. Perhaps you would wear something nice for it.

And then perhaps when it was done you might take a walk around town, you had always wanted to get out more. Sure, you loved being home but sometimes it was nice to get out and about, perhaps you would go to the mall. You had been meaning to get some new shoes and other such things. Nodding to yourself you fed Zipper and got dressed before killing time before your lunch date.

***

Perhaps this would lead to nothing. Perhaps he was wasting his time. Gaz thought, as he leaned against the railing outside your apartment. Sure, he had been a little uncertain about this plan of Price's and Simon's, a little reluctant. But in the end both he and Soap had given in. Anything to get their Captain back. He was tired of walking on egg shells when it came to his Captain. Anger swelled in his chest as he thought about what Price had been through because of you. You hurt him. If it had been him he would have forgotten you and had gotten on with his life. But that was not the case with Price.

"You ready?" Soap's voice cut through Gaz's thoughts.

"I am." Gaz spoke.

And what perfect timing too. As the moment he spoke you stepped out of your apartment. A faint smile on your face, as you walked down the street, Gaz following behind you, hands tucked into the pockets of his hoodie, the hood pulled up, obscuring his face as he kept his eyes glued on you. And while he and the rest of the 141 followed you, Price leaned back in his chair, listening in on all of this.

A cold grin on his face as he lit up another cigar.

***

Hours had passed since you had met your sister-in-law for lunch and had gone to the mall afterwards. Now you would admit you have never intended to spent this much time at the mall. But, well, it has been a while since you've gone to the mall, and, oh they just had so many things you just couldn't help but be there longer than you had intended. Though to your credit you somehow managed to not spend all your money and needless things and getting out had been so fun. And now it was dark out.

Looking up at the night sky you sigh and head for the train station, your arms filled with bags. Unbeknownst to you of the large man clad in black, wearing a balaclava with a skull on the front, dark eyes glued on you as he followed you through the darkened streets to the train station. Taking note of the fact that the station itself was quite empty, not a soul to be seen. And if Ghost had been so inclined he would have grabbed you right here and now and delivered you to Price himself. But orders were orders Price wanted to give you the chance to choose to come back to him, even if that meant scaring you back to him.

Shaking those thoughts from his head he followed you on to the train, standing uncomfortably close to you as you peered out the window, unaware of him, until after what seemed like forever when you turned to face him, and Ghost was unable to keep the smirk from his face as he saw the concern shining in your eyes as you looked up at him. Watching as you took a step back, before offering him a shaky smile and moving to the recently vacated seat, trying to ignore him as he continued to watch you. Did you think he was after you? Did you know you were being followed? Watched? All because your ex-husband needed you back?

No, of course you didn't, how could you? Ghost was silent as he followed you off the train, keeping a safe distance from you as he followed you, not wanting to alert you, but close enough to make you feel concerned. Every time you looked over your shoulder Ghost would melt into the shadows, disappearing from your sight, watching as you would glance around before continuing on. Watching as you finally reached your home, he hoped both Gaz and Johnny would be done in your apartment before you got back. Little did Ghost know was that Price was also there finding himself unable to sit still, unable to stay away from you no matter how hard he tried.

***

So this was where you lived, huh? Price looked around your rather small apartment, before exhaling smoke billowing around him as he did so. Earning a look from Gaz as he stood in your kitchen. Cute. Price sighed as he continued to mill around your home, taking in the little knickknacks and other various things you liked to keep around the house, before moving to your bedroom, and looking around, noting that the bed was neatly made, and a book lay open on the nightstand. Obviously you still kept up your nightly habit of reading every chance you could.

But Price wasn't interested in that. As he looked over his shoulder, seeing that neither Soap or Gaz where watching him before going to your closet, eyes fixing on the hamper, and casting one final glance behind him he snatched up a pair of plain white panties that sat on top the growing pile of dirty laundry.

"All done, Captain." Gaz spoke, as Price quickly pocketed his prize before turning to the Sergeant. A smile on his face as he nodded to him before leaving the bedroom. Leaving behind him the lingering smell of smoke as he did so, casting one final glance around your one bedroom apartment, noting the little changes Soap and Gaz had done to the room, nothing major just certain things moved around, things he knew you would notice, and something he knew you would notice were missing excluding the panties tucked in his pocket that is. And that included your watch and other such things.

Looking to Soap and Gaz he headed for the door. And not a moment too soon either. As the moment the three of them left your apartment did Simon report that you were returning. The three men disappearing into the nearby crowd, just as you stepped into your apartment, and as you did you could already tell that something was off. Placing your many bags on the floor by the door, and looked around your apartment.

Closing the door behind you as you looked around. At first nothing seemed out of place as you moved around your apartment, Zipper meowing at your feet as you did so. Standing in your living room you looked everywhere, hoping to find an answer to why you felt this way. Was it perhaps because of that strange man you saw following you? As you thought that you moved back to your front door, making sure it was locked before continuing on.

It was then it hit you, the all too familiar smell, a smell you both loved and hated then smell of those damned cigars John smoked. Was your mind playing tricks on you? Was not being with John messing with your mind? You would admit you missed him, and there were times when you wished you could go back in time and take it all back, but still you made your choice. And despite that you hoped he was well. Perhaps you should call or text him. See how he's doing, but right now you need to make sure you place is secure.

Looking around you could see that things had been moved, not by a whole lot, but you could tell that things had been moved, had someone been in your apartment? No that was just silly perhaps you have moved them when you had cleaned in here, you tried to tell yourself, but you were not convinced as there was still a thin layer of dust around said objects. Glancing around your apartment once more you moved to your bedroom, when you caught that familiar whiff of smoke once more, had John been here?

No, that was impossible he didn't have keys to your place. Given his profession. A voice whispered in your head as you took stock of what you had in your bedroom. That would have never stopped him if he wanted into your house. Nodding to yourself you reached for your phone and typed a text to John.

"Hey, John it's Y/N I have a question for you."

You stared down at your phone, waiting for a response if he decided to respond, he could be busy with work. However, as you thought that you heard your phone chime.

"What is it?"

Okay. That was far faster than you had thought it would be. Perhaps he wasn't working to day, or he was at his office. You chewed on your lip suddenly feeling a little nervous. This would be the first time the two of you had spoken since the divorce so you were feeling a little uncomfortable, remembering how eerily silent John had been during that whole thing. A sign that John had been mad at you then.

And why shouldn't he be? You divorced him...sorta without warning. Wouldn't you be pissed? You thought to yourself as you struggled with coming up with what you wanted to say. Then decided to bite and bullet and just say it.

"You haven't been in my apartment, have you?"

You bit your lip as you waited. Then your phone chimed again.

"No, why?"

As you read his messages you bit down on your lip, suddenly feeling a tad bit silly about this. You knew that nothing was missing, and when you had arrived home but you just couldn't help but think that something was wrong.

Ever think you're just being paranoid? You asked yourself. Continuing to chew on your lip you looked to your phone once more, before moving to your living room window. And nearly dropped your phone when you caught sight of that very same man from before staring at your from the street, face obscured by a black balaclava and clad in all black, dark eyes looking up at you! Gasping you backed away from the window, and nearly trip over the damned rug as you do so, fuck texting you need to call John!

Dialing his number you are thankful when he answers after the first ring. "John." You choke out after his hello. "Someone is watching me..."

***

He knew it was only a matter of time. Only a matter of time before you called him for help. A smirk form on his face as he leaned back in his seat, phone to his ear as you listened to tell him about some strange man lurking outside your apartment. Good ol' Simon he knew his lieutenant wouldn't disappoint, sure Soap and Gaz did well too but it was Ghost stalking you, and currently lurking outside your apartment scaring the wits out of his poor little wife.

"John? Are you there?" You spoke.

"I'm here I'll be right over, love." He told you getting up from his seat and grabbing his jacket before going to the door. "Everything is going to be fine, don't you worry."

Muttering a shaky thank you John listened as you hung up the phone, a smirk returning to his face. Things were going according to plan. Just a little more and you would be his once more...

Authors Notes- Okay firstly sorry this took forever to post. Life y'know? And sorry it's not overly interesting but I assure you the next chapter will have all the saucy stuff in it. Stuff I WAS going to cram all in this chapter then call this story done, but there is just too much I want to put in. So this fic is going to be four chapters rather than the usual three. And I'm rambling but I hope you enjoyed it! Have a goodnight!

#Yandere! Captain Price #ex wife reader #Tw stalking #Breaking and entering #captain john price #kyle gaz garrick #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #141 makes a brief appearance

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