(Whitey Winn POV)
It had been as peaceful as I could get after (Y/n) chased off those two pricks on horses. She was staying in The Le Belle Hotel across the street so I stared at the building, unable to sleep. I just couldn't get (Y/n) off of my damn mind. She was stuck in my head, her soft but sexy voice replaying itself. The only thing that snapped me out of my trance was seeing the door to the hotel open. I sat up to get a better look through the window before I realized who the person was. It was (Y/n) and she seemed to be in some kind of rush. She shouldn't be out this late due to the night being a dangerous time around her. I instantly got up, jogging over to her.
"(Y/n)! What in the hell are you doing out here so late?!" I said, putting my hands on her shoulders. She was wearing her nightgown which made her seem innocent, unlike the girl I wad seen shooting men's fingers off.
"I...uh... just needed some air..." she said, avoiding eye contact with me. I noticed, even in the dark, that there was a shadow on her cheek that was continuously there. I looked at her with concern written in my eyes.
"Look at me." I ordered. She scoffed and ignored me, shaking her head slightly as she refused to look me in the face. I grabbed her chin and made her face me, but I did so as gently as I could. She had a bruise on her cheek bone and her cheeks were tear stained as my eyes widened in shock.
"Who the hell did this?!" I said, shocked at how protective and concerned I was. She didn't answer, tears pricking her eyes as she shook her head.
"Hey... Don't cry... I just wanna help ya... Please tell me who did this to you..." I said softly, not wanting to cause her anymore anxiety than she was already going through.
"My brother... Richard... He ain't too friendly after too many drinks..." she whispered, wiping away a tear that escaped her eye. I couldn't help but pull her into a hug, smoothing her hair. She immediately broke in my arms, sobbing softly. I smoothed her hair and rubbed her back, trying to calm her down.
"Hey... Do ya wanna stay at my place..? I don't want ya being around ya brother when he's drunk again, got it? Come find me anytime ya need and well spent the night together so I can make sure that bastard doesn't lay a finger on ya." I said, continuing to smooth her (h/c) hair. She looked up at me with doughy eyes, seemingly a different girl from the sharpshooter.
"Really?" she said, clearly shaken up a bit from everything that was happening. I nodded before pulling away from her and offering her my hand.
"I'll lead the way if ya want me to." I said softly. She took my hand and we walked back to my place. When we got there, I suddenly realized that I only had one bed... (Y/n) examined my small house, looking around curiously.
"I only have one bed, but ya can have it. I can sleep on the floor." I said as I took my hat and shirt off. She blushed when the cloth slithered off my shoulders and onto the floor.
"I can sleep on the floor.. It's not my place to sleep in ya bed..." (Y/n) said and she tried to avoid eye contact with my shirtless form. I smirked and walked over to her, lifting her chin, our noses almost touching.
"No.. Ya sleeping on the bed and I ain't wanna hear any complaining about it from ya." I said, smirking at her. She was turning a deep shade of red as I stayed close to her face. That's when she did something I didn't expect, but greatly wanted. She placed her hand on my bare chest before feeling my abs, seemingly fascinated by the strong muscles. She blushed and pulled her hand away when she realized what she was doing.
"I-I'm sorry..." (Y/n) whispered. She would have looked down if I wasn't still holding her chin up. I chuckled and pulled her body against my own, her chest squishing against my own. She blushed madly before I pulled away with a smirk so that I could make the bed for (Y/n). After making the bed, (Y/n) hopped onto the plush surface, cuddling up in the blankets. I went to grab a spare blanket from my main room, but I heard (Y/n)'s voice behind me.
"Please stay...." she said. She didn't sound like the strong women I had met in the streets anymore. Her voice was shaky and cracking, reflecting how broken she really was on the inside. I nodded and sat on the side of the bed before she tugged my sleeve innocently. I looked at her with a smile before she patted the spot next to her. I took the hint and laid down next to (Y/n) who's eyes seemed to glisten abnormally in the low flicker of the candle light. I decided that me being stiff about this would only cause us to squabble in our own heads. I rolled over, pulling (Y/n) into my chest. He nightgown was now just above mid thigh level as her exposed baby soft skin was pushed against my own. She was beautiful both inside and out and, when she slept, her faced seemed peaceful and innocent. I couldn't help but pull her closer, smoothing her hair and drawing circles on her back as I thought.
"Whitey..." I heard (Y/n) whisper in her sleep. I held back my urge to laugh and silenced it as a slight chuckle. She wriggled around a little, nuzzling into the crook of my neck as I smiled. She was so cute, but so badass and sexy at the same time. I felt my eyes becoming heavy so I placed a gentle kiss on her forehead before falling into a deep sleep.
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In the morning, I woke up to the smell of bacon which made me smile. I stretched before hopping out of bed, not bothering to put my shirt on. I walked out of the bedroom into the kitchen area to see (Y/n) making bacon and scrambled eggs. She seemed to be deep in thought so I thought I would surprise her a little bit. I made my way over as quietly as I could before gently wrapping my arms around her waist and resting chin on her shoulder. She flinched a bit before chuckling.
"Ya startled me, Whitey Winn!" she said, pretending to pout as she turned around. I smirked before noticing that the bruise on her cheek wasn't a baby bruise like it was yesterday. It was a light color, only noticeable if you really looked at the details in her face, but it covered her entire left cheekbone.
"(Y/n)... How many times did that dirty, no-good brother hit ch'ya? A bruise that wide isn't caused a single wimpy punch..." I said as I lifted her chin so I could looked at different angles of the bruise. It was slightly swollen now and must have like hell to the touch.
"Two ta four times... I lost count since he pushed me to the ground..." (Y/n) said as she sighed. She tightened her gun belt and sighed.
"That bastard!" I cussed as I glared at the ground. "That no-good bastard! How long he been doin this to ya?!" I said, anger welling up inside me.
"Since my mother was shot dead..." she said as she sighed. I placed my hands on the counter and stared at the wood surface, fuming at the thought of her brother's nerve to dare do something like that.
"Damn it..." I said as I turned to (Y/n), a stern look in my eyes. "(Y/n), you ain't spending another night near ya damn brother alone again. Ya gonna be sleeping here from now on until I figure out what to do..." I said as I moved a strand of (Y/n)'s hair out of her face. She nodded and looked down before looking up at me.
"I don't show just any man my tears, Whitey. Ya a special one, so don't mess it up." (Y/n) said as she looked into my eyes. I could see he broken heart through her eyes which made my heart break for her.
"Ya a special one as well, (Y/n). I ain't gonna just let any perty lady sleep in my bed with me." I said as I smirked. She chuckled and gently grabbed me by the collar, pulling me closer until our noses were touching.
"I'm glad I was lucky enough to cuddle up to ya toned form a night, Whitey. We may just have to do it again tomorrow night and see where it leads to~" (Y/n) said, her voice putting me in a trance instantly.
"Gladly. Forgive me, but I just can't stop myself no longer." I said as I pulled her closer so that our chests were pressed together. I placed my lips on hers as she kissed back almost instantly. It was a bit sloppy, rough, and longing, but we didn't really care. We didn't part until the need for air was stronger than my grip on her waist. We gasped and she smirked before I picked her up and sat us both on the couch. She straddled my waist and smirked at me, tracing her fingers over my neck and collarbone which made me shutter. We started to have a little make out session again until there was a demanding knock on the door. (Y/n) froze up, fear written in her eyes.
"Sh~ It's okay. Stay right here." I said as I grabbed my gun and answered the door. I glared at who was on the other side. It was no other that nobody brother of (Y/n)'s... Richard... He smirked at me as I glared at him. He had a flask on his waist and his guns at his sides.
"I heard from a little robin that my sista was at ya place last night... I'm looking for her and I trust that the little robin that saw you two walk into this very building wasn't lying to me. I chuckled and smirked at him, catching him a bit off guard.
"Say she is here and ya dumb little robin was telling the truth... What makes ya think ya could hav'er back after what ya did to her pretty little cheek last night?" I said, as my smirk turned to a cold-blooded glare. Richard's eyes seemed to grow to twice the size of what they were before.
"So the little bitch told ya, eh? Doesn't matter though... I'll take her back one way or another..." Richard said as I heard (Y/n) stifling her sobs from the other room.
"Not from behind bars ya won't." I said as I smirked. He looked confused and slightly nervous as I stepped outside my house, still shirtless.
"What's that suh'posta mean?" he said as he stepped backwards. I smirked and pulled hand cuffs from my pants pockets.
"Ya gonna be behind bars for a while, Richard." I said as I grabbed his wrist and cuffed it. He squirmed trying to get away, but I kicked him in the shin.
"I hav'nt done anything you can put me behind bars for!!" he squealed as he tried to escape. I cuffed his second hand so that his hands were behind his back.
"Unfortunately, ya have! Abuse is a crime here in Le Belle, Richard." I said as a crowd began to form. Mary Agnes took Richard from me, walking him the sheriff's office so that I could comfort (Y/n). I rushed back inside to see (Y/n) staring at the ceiling, tears hitting the fabric of the couch. I rushed over and picked her up bridal style before sitting with her as she cried. I whispered sweet words into her ear and smoothed her hair for a little bit until she was calm. I laid her down on the couch before bringing her a glass of water.
"All that cryin's gonna make ya dehydrated." I said before Mary Agnes walked into my house since I told her to come check up on (Y/n) and I just in case.
"Let me see." Mary said as she sat next to (Y/n), checking the bruise on her face. She scoffed and stood up.
"Damn bastard... Whitey, (Y/n) goes wherever ya go, understood? She ain't leaving ya side until I say so." Mary Agnes said, walking out of the house, clearly upset that we would have to deal with a abuse case. Mary always hated abuse cases... Not because of the level of attention they need, but because of the trauma that follows the victims for a while.