The Coldwell Chronicles

 It was from the knock on the door till the cusp of the dinner hour that had Negan contained. He hadn’t had a free moment to speak of for a phone call. While he conducted his business in the back of his mind was how he needed to call Cash to thank him for the roses. The more time that had passed the more Negan knew that Cash was doubting himself. He knew what that looked like in Cash’s eyes and he could feel it. There hadn't been time to thank him and now it was well past the time to invite him to dinner much less to ask Minerva to prepare something impressive and romantic. It was nights like this when his business ran long that called for Chinese take out and he sure in hell wasn’t inviting Cash to his house for the first time to have him eat out of a box.  Cash at first had felt the rushing excitement of sending Negan that arrangement of roses. He had felt real good about it as well as enjoyed the anticipation of receiving that phone call and hearing that deep scratchy voice that

  Negan had entered his kitchen having over heard his staff being unusually excited over something. He had had a long night and even though he now felt fully restored physically, his mind was wrecked and he just wanted things to be quiet. He knew that two things had to happen. One, he needed to make it very clear to Cash that he needed to go along with what his chief had planned for him because defending him would only put himself in danger. He knew that Cash could handle his own but there was also serious power in numbers and with Cash living out in the middle of the woods made him a sitting duck and such an easy target. The Mackey’s would kill him without a second thought and the chief would undoubtedly look the other way. He was not willing to risk Caah’s life. Cash had already proven himself now twice to him and that’s all that mattered. The second thing that needed to be stopped before it could even begin was any sort of relationship between them both. Being friends was also now o

  Mornings always came extra early for Tony and Minerva. There was breakfast to be made and delivered, cleaned up after as well as the pressing of suits and arrangements of schedules. So while most of the world were just getting up for their day, Tony and Minerva had found their morning break time. By the time that Tony had returned from laying out their boss’s suit and making up his bed while he showered, Minerva had the kitchen cleaned up and was beginning to set out Fall and Halloween decorations. “How is Negan this morning?” She asked as Tony headed for the coffee pot. She knew that he had skipped his morning run and hadn’t eaten much of his breakfast aside from his toast and the cup of fresh fruit. She had been with The Coldwell’s for many years. She had hired on when Negan’s parents, Nic and Nora had their third son, Nox. Negan had been just a boy then. She had originally signed on as the three boys nanny but as the boys grew she had become less of a nanny and more of a right han