1935, Mississippi

It's been three whole years after the massacre of the juke joint and the sad and heroic death of Elijah "Smoke" Moore, killing off Hogwood and his group for revenge on what they were gonna do to them in the morning if Remmick never existed.

You were still recovering, still working on the flower shop that you own but now taking care of Grace and Bo's daughter, Lisa, since they also died by the massacre. A sweet young girl, you didn't make her change her last name, she deserves to at least have something off her parents to live on about.

Night scares you now, always bringing a weapon to keep you safe, not trusting the night or anyone who walked by your home anymore.

Placing the wet clothing to dry up the lines and clipping them in place when you hear a noise around the bushes, picking up your shotgun and pointing it where the noise came from just for you to lose your grip on the gun.

Elias, or was also known as Stack, stood in front of you, a few steps away. His usual stupid cocky grin still adored his stupidly handsome face. How you hate that you still miss him till this day.

"Came back to see ya' one last time, darlin'." He spoke from the shadows, stepping out of the dark parts of the forest that was behind your home.

"Missed you, so much." He said, words dripping with desire after long three years without you. Three years of utter torture for him. Years without you were the worst years he's ever had to walk upon and live with.