Chapter 1

A fiery redhead walked inside the Staples Center in Los Angeles, California, and smiled as she seen the security guard nearby walking toward her.  She smirked at him and handed him her backstage pass that her father had graciously gave to her the last time she’d visited.  He smirked right back at her and bowed as he said, “Welcome back to the WWE, Namine.”

“Thanks, Tony.  Now, can you be a doll and point me in the right direction toward daddy’s dressing room?” She asked softly, batting her eyelashes at him innocently, and laughed when he started shaking his head at her.

“You are such a character, Namine.  He’s down the hall.  Make a left at the end and then he’s all the way down, last door on the right.” Tony stated, giving her the directions she needed because the arena was so big, and went back to guarding the door.

Smiling widely to herself and flipping her hair over her right shoulder, Namine headed down the hallway, and didn’t see a pair of ocean blue eyes staring after her.  Those same eyes trailed down her back and landed on her backside, smirking as he licked his lips hungrily, and knew he had to have her.  First the meet and greet and then he would make his move.  Rubbing his hands together, he headed down the hallway to catch up with her, not realizing she was the daughter of a very popular and respected wrestler in the business.

Namine decided she needed something to drink and headed into the cafeteria, sighing with great relief when she saw a water machine nearby.  She pulled out her wallet from her purse that was draped over her shoulder, and took out a dollar, sliding it into the machine, and smiled when it took her money without a problem.  She then pressed the button that said Dasani on it and sighed heavily when it said she had to enter a dollar. 

‘Fuckin’ thing ate my money.’ She thought angrily and went to retrieve another from her purse, jumping out of her skin when she heard a loud bang sound in her ear. 

She whipped around and came face to chest with a baggy black t-shirt and knew immediately who it was.

The kick to the side of the machine had made her water drop from the machine and down the slot, landing with a thud, and made Namine smile appreciatively.  Her emerald green eyes ran up his t-shirt covered chest and landed on the possibly the most beautiful blue eyes she’d ever seen on a man in her life.  The clothes he was wearing made him actually look cute and adorable in her eyes, but she would never admit that in the open.

She smiled softly at him and said, “Thanks, I really didn’t want to waste another dollar on a bottle of water.”

Marc Predka smirked down at the gorgeous fiery redhead and replied, “My pleasure, Mami.”

Quirking her eyebrow up at this street thug that was John Cena’s cousin, Namine smirked right back at him and retorted, “I’m not your mother, honey so don’t call me that.”

The girl had a mouth on her that was for sure as Marc crossed his arms in front of his chest, staring down at her with his eyebrow still quirked, and replied, “That doesn’t stand for a mother…” He felt like an idiot because he didn’t know what her name was.

Rolling her eyes in his direction, Namine didn’t have time to argue with this behemoth who claimed to a man, and flipped her hair over her other shoulder as she retorted, “Whatever.  Look, I’d LOVE to stay and continue this flattering chatter, but I have to go.”

Marc watched as she walked away, swaying those gorgeous hips at him, and shook his head, knowing this was the beginning of a truly beautiful relationship.  What type?  He honestly didn’t know and neither did she.

Namine laughed softly to herself as she arrived at the dressing room door that had the name ‘Mark Callaway’ written across it and brought her hand up, knocking on it three times.  She giggled when she heard a growl sound from behind the door and felt her lips tug up into a grin as she stared up at the largest, scariest man in the planet.  To her though, he was simply known as daddy.

Mark was shocked into silence as he stared down at his beautiful daughter from his first marriage and was the spitting image of him.  He wouldn’t have traded having her as his daughter for anything in the world as he opened his arms and wrapped those huge, massive tattooed arms around her, hugging her close.  He hadn’t seen her in two years and couldn’t believe she was there in his arms again. 

“My baby girl.” Mark softly whispered in her hair as he picked her up and swung her around in the air, grinning from ear to ear, and finally set her down, not wanting to make her dizzy.

“Hi daddy.” She whispered back and peeked up at him when he finally released her, smiling brightly, and felt the tears burning her eyes as shear happiness filled her soul.  She had missed her father so much and couldn’t believe she went two whole years without seeing him.

Their happy, cherished reunion was disturbed moments later by the sound of a familiar female voice that came from the bathroom.  Namine had to bite her tongue as her father’s newest mistress, Samantha Hores, came prancing out of the bathroom in nothing, but a towel.  She rolled her eyes in annoyance and sighed heavily when the bubbly voice sounded in the room, “Honey, are you coming back in the shower?”

Samantha immediately shut her mouth upon seeing the spoiled brat known as Mark Callaway’s daughter standing in their presence, and tightened the towel around her body.  She seen the happy expression on her boyfriend’s face and scowled, wishing Mark had that look on his face whenever they made love to each other.  As usual, she knew she had to make Mark happy so she could keep him in her life so she plastered on that fake smile and walked over as she said, “Namine!  It’s so good to see you, sweetheart!  When did you get into town?” She asked, her bubbly, annoying voice making Namine sigh deeply to herself.

Whatever her father saw in this woman was beyond her.  He could do so much better, but she also knew he was very much in love with Samantha and it would take a miracle to break them apart.  Or would it?

“I just got here actually.  I came to see my father, but I didn’t know you were going to be here, Samantha.” Namine sweetly said, batting her eyelashes at the whore her father was in love with, and wanted to punch the whore in the face.  Samantha Hores was her name, but what Namine wanted to call her to her face was Samantha Whores.  She giggled at the thought and shook the vixen’s hand, gripping it firmly, silently warning her not to hurt her father.

“What are you laughing at, baby girl?” Mark asked from behind, seeing the exchange between Samantha and his daughter, and knew Namine didn’t think much of the woman he was currently with. 

He knew his daughter despised her, but was glad that she didn’t make a big scene when Samantha was around.  After all, he was getting ready to make this woman his wife if she would have him.  He had to make the arrangements at the hotel room later on that night before the show ended so everything would be ready when he finally did pop the question.

His thoughts were cut off guard when Samantha tapped him on the shoulder, making him bend his head down to her mouth, and chuckled at something she whispered in his ear.  He seen the annoying looks in his daughter’s eyes, but couldn’t help, but groan outwardly at the things Samantha was whispering in his ear.  She was DEFINITELY going to be the most adventurous wife he’d ever had.  That’s only if she said yes though.

Namine could see she wasn’t wanted in the room anymore as she took a few steps back from her father, glared at him, and stated heatedly, “When you’re done playing beat the cock, let me know, DAD.” She then stormed out of the room, leaving both Mark and Samantha speechless at her sudden outburst.

Chapter 2

Feeling sick to her stomach after seeing that display from that slut toward her father wasn’t even the emotion Namine was experiencing at the moment.  She absolutely hated Samantha and had from the first time they met.  It was at her dad’s house.  She had just come home for Spring Break, instead of going to see her mother like she had every time since she started college, and wasn’t pleased to find a blonde, big breasted bimbo having sex with her father in the living room.  It was the most disgusting thing she’d ever witnessed.  Walking in on her father having sex was the LAST thing Namine needed after a harsh semester at college. 

Samantha had long, bleach blonde hair that went past her J-Lo ass that stuck out about two inches with blue eyes.  She’d had several breast implants done and every time she seen Samantha, she just wanted to take her breasts off her chest and throw them through hoops because that’s what they were.  They were two huge basketballs and all they were missing were a couple hoops to go through.  She was truly every man’s fantasy and every woman’s nightmare, especially hers.

Namine sighed heavily to herself as she walked down the hallway, wrapping her arms around herself, and wished she had stayed at her mother’s.  Her mother had long, flowing red hair that was a mirror image of her own with bright blue eyes that shined.  She was happily married to a man named Chris and Namine respected him.  She never called him dad though because Mark was her father and that’s the way it was always going to be.  The only time the blue in Namine’s emerald green eyes came out was when she was really pissed off about something.  That rarely happened, but when it did, everyone ran away because she had inherited her father’s temper.

She was so deep in thought about her father, the bimbo who he was probably screwing at this second, her mother, and Chris, that she didn’t see someone coming towards her.  She was leaning against the nearest wall with her arms crossed in front of her chest and her head was lowered.  A few tears had flowed down her cheeks from the heartbreak her father had caused her, but it would go away like every time.  She gasped when someone placed their hand on her shoulder and whipped her head up, smiling through her tears upon seeing her best friend of nine years, Stephanie Marie McMahon-Levesque standing before her.

They had grew up together as Namine stared at her and sighed heavily as she said, “Hey, Mrs. Levesque.”

Stephanie sighed heavily and opened her arms up to her best friend, taking her in her arms, and whispered, “It’s so great to see you.  When did you get here?” She somehow knew the reason why Namine was standing out in the hallway a few doors down from her father’s dressing room was because of the bimbo Samantha.

“A little while ago.  I went to see my dad, but as usual, the whore was with him.” Namine bitterly replied as she hugged Stephanie back, wishing just one time that she and Mark could be by themselves instead of Samantha constantly traveling with him.

“Don’t worry about Whores, Namie.  Come on, let’s go get something to eat and catch up on things.” Stephanie suggested, making both girls bust out laughing at the nickname Stephanie had given Samantha the moment she met the bimbo too.

Namine nodded and followed Stephanie down to catering, making small talk on the way, and squealed when she was grabbed from behind and swung around.  When she was finally on her feet again and turned around, Namine grinned when she seen her second father, Kurt Angle, staring back at her.  She hugged him around the neck instantly and exclaimed excitedly, “Oh my God, Kurt!  How are you?!”

Kurt chuckled as he hugged her back and replied, “Sore as a bitch, but living, breathing, and happy.”

“How’s Karen?” Namine asked, wanting to know how her second mother was doing, especially since they had just had their first baby not too long ago.  A beautiful baby girl that looked identical to her mother, but had Kurt’s unbelievable blue eyes.

“Tired.” Kurt chuckled.  “The baby has really been keeping her up, but she couldn’t be happier with being a mother.  She’s the happiest she’s ever been actually.” He added and looked down at his gold Rolex, sighing heavily, and knew he had to go to a signing. 

He looked back up at Namine and before he could say anything, she hugged him and whispered in his ear, “Go get’em.  I’ll talk to you later on.”

Smiling softly at her and nodding, Kurt hurried out of the cafeteria and down the hallway, hoping he wasn’t late for his signing.  Namine shook her head as she laughed softly to herself and turned around, coming face to face with Paul Levesque, her big brother.  Paul had been talking to the current WWE Champion of Raw, John Cena about their match up later on that night, when he heard a familiar laugh sound behind him.  He turned around and felt his breath catch in his throat upon seeing his adopted baby sister. 

He grinned and crooked his finger at her as he demandingly stated, “Get your cute little ass over here right now, sis, and give me a hug, damn it!”

She laughed at him as she looked over at Stephanie, who was shaking her head at her husband, and started rolling with laughter as Paul lifted Namine up and swung her around in the air.  “Pauly, put me down!” Namine screeched out and held onto her brother for dear life, knowing he was ecstatic to see her again after two full years of not seeing her around the arenas.

While the reunion of adopted baby sister and big brother was taking place, those same ocean blue eyes that were standing beside his cousin John Cena, were piercing through the beautiful red headed vixen that Paul was spinning around in the air.  She was obviously well known at the arena by the boys in the back, that was for sure, and Marc wondered if it was even worth pursuing.  Someone like Paul Levesque being that close to her, Marc knew instantly that she was either related to him in some way by blood, or they were really close friends.  He looked over at Stephanie, who was hugging her close as well after Paul finally set Namine down on her feet, and knew instantly she was probably a McMahon. 

‘So much for that happening.’ Marc thought dejectedly as he lowered his head to the ground, his hat covering his face, and growled when John started nudging his cousin in the arm.  “Not now, John.”

“You like her, don’t you.” John said in more of a statement than a question, already knowing it was the truth.  “You’re diggin’ on her!” John whispered making Marc left his head enough to where his cousin could see the fire burning in his blue eyes.

“Stay out of it, John, I mean it.  I’m not diggin’ on her and even if I was, she’s a McMahon.  She would never want a thug like me.” Marc stated heatedly before walking out of the cafeteria, leaving the happy reunited brother, sister, whatever she was to Paul and Stephanie, by itself.

Just by the outburst of his cousin at just the mention of the possibility that Marc was digging on this new vixen that was in the company, John instantly knew Marc liked her.  Who wouldn’t though?  She was a bomb shell and could easily be a Diva.  Somehow though, John knew there was more to this woman than words could say and would find out for his cousin, whether Marc liked it or not.  It had been such a long time since his cousin was happy with someone and John wasn’t about to let this opportunity pass by, not even if it meant getting his ass handed to him by his cousin.

Not seeing or hearing the confrontation between Marc and John, Namine was trying to regain her footing after being spun around in the air by Paul over twenty times, and laughed at something Stephanie said. 

“Look out, she’s about to fall over!”

“It’s so great to see you, sis!  Where the Hell have you been hiding?” Paul asked after setting Namine back on her feet, laughing at his beautiful wife, and waited to hear Namine’s answer.

“I’ve been to college, bro.  I’ve been so busy over the past two years that I haven’t had the chance to come see my dad.  That and the fact that every time I DO come on the road, that blonde whore is always with him.” Namine answered, the bitterness entering her voice again, and Paul suddenly felt anger well up inside his big body at the Deadman.

He sighed heavily as he pulled Namine in his arms and stated, “Screw your dad.  If he wants to choose you over Whores, then he’s not worth it.  You can hang out with us.  We’re going to a club tonight along with a few others and you’re coming with us.”

“That’s right, girl!  We’re gonna get down and DIRTAY tonight!” Stephanie excitedly stated, clapping her hands happily, and squealed when Paul smacked her ass.

“The ONLY person you’ll be getting down and dirty with is me, woman.” He corrected, smirking at her with that sexy tug of his lips, and Stephanie instantly melted.

Namine stood back and watched as the two playfully argued, knowing they would be together for the rest of their lives, and wished she could find a guy as decent and kind as Paul.  She ran a hand through her hair as she smiled at her best friends and reluctantly agreed to go with them that night.

Like she had a choice, right?  WRONG!

Chapter 3

After having a quick bite to eat with the Levesque’s, Namine finally decided it was time to go see her father again.  She hugged Stephanie and Paul goodbye, promising to meet up with them after the show was over with that night, and ventured out of the cafeteria.  She was a few doors away from her father’s dressing room when a hand came out of nowhere and pulled her into the nearest, empty, dark dressing room.  Her screams were silenced by the hand that was covering her mouth and Namine was scared to death.  Her entire body began to tremble from head to toe as she felt lips start to caress her flesh and reached her hand out, pretending to enjoy what this stranger was doing to her, and flipped the switch.  She shoved the invader away and was shocked at who it was. 

“MJ?!” She exclaimed, wiping his kisses away from her neck, not believing who she seen before her very eyes.

Those soft green orbs pierced her soul as he stared back at her, seeing how flushed he’d made her, and walked over to her as he said, “Hello beautiful.”

Her eyes instantly narrowed to dangerous slits, not believing this creep violated her the way he had, especially after what happened between them two years ago, and stated heatedly, “You have no right calling me that anymore.”

“On the contrary, Namine, I have EVERY right to call you whatever I please.  After all, it is the first amendment in the Constitution.  Freedom of Speech.” He cockily pointed out and Namine just wanted to slap the smirk right off his face that had tugged at his lips.

Running a hand through her hair and staring at the one man she despised more than life itself, Namine stared at him hatefully and spat angrily, “No you don’t.  I’m not yours anymore so why don’t you take a hike before I have my brother kick your teeth down your damn throat again like last time!”

Jindrak pressed his hand to his chest, pretending like her words burned him to the core, and chuckled at the fire she possessed in her soul as he retorted, “That was a two on one situation.  If it was me and Paul, I would kick his teeth down his throat in no time, bitch.”

Tears burned her eyes instantly upon hearing Jindrak call her that, but Namine blinked them away quickly and stated, “If I’m such a bitch, then why don’t you go and find some other bitch to fuck with because I’m not in the mood to deal with your shit.  I hate you, do you understand that?  I HATE you.  Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go talk to my father before he goes in search for me.  I only hope you get out of the arena before Paul, my dad, or any other wrestler in this company finds you.”

As Jindrak watched her walk out of the dressing room, a cocky, evil grin curved his lips as he started forming a plan in his mind, knowing it would work.  He rubbed his hands together and whispered to himself, “Oh you have NO idea what you’ve started, my beautiful bitch, no clue.”

Namine felt disgusting as she brushed her arms off, trying to get the feeling off of her, and took a deep breath before knocking on her father’s dressing room door.  When she heard him mumble come in, she mentally counted to three to calm her nerves that Jindrak had stirred up and walked inside, not seeing Whores anywhere, and smiled to herself.  ‘I think he got the picture.’ She thought as she seen her father shadow boxing in the room and smiled at him as she said, “Hey daddy.”

Mark immediately stopped his shadow boxing exercise he always did before every match and turned around, seeing his daughter once again, and sighed heavily as he opened his arms to her again and stated, “Come here, baby girl.”

She could feel the tears sliding down her cheeks slowly as she walked over to her father and hugged him close, having another tender moment with him, and it temporarily made Jindrak escape from her mind.  She closed her eyes as she started to cry harder, having missed her father like crazy over the past two years, and whispered softly, “I’m sorry about earlier.”

“It’s alright, baby girl.  Don’t even worry about it.  I sent her home so we could spend some quality time together.” Mark replied, holding his daughter close to his body.  He had missed her insanely too much and sighed heavily, knowing her tears were the cause of the pain Samantha had inflicted on her as well as him.

Namine’s jaw dropped as she looked up into her father’s eyes that were mirror images of her own and replied, “It’s okay, daddy.  I just wanted to spend some quality time with my father since I haven’t seen you in two years.”

Nodding in full agreement, Mark smiled down at his baby girl and broke the hug as he pulled her over to sit on his lap, wrapped his strong arms around her, and said, “Well you have me until the show starts.  So how has my baby girl been?” He asked, wiping her tears away from her cheeks, and smiled when she did the same back to him.

“School’s been hectic, but my last year is coming up this semester so I’m gonna make the best of it.  I will have a number one best seller in no time.” Namine stated proudly, grinning at her father as she rested her head against his shoulder, and closed her eyes.

Chuckling softly to himself upon hearing a small yawn escape his daughter’s lips, Mark knew she was tired as he simply rocked her to sleep, and whispered in her ear, “I’m so glad you’re here, Namie.”

“Me too.” She whispered back, just wanting to fall asleep in her father’s arms, and that’s exactly what she did.  Mark went to say something else to her a few seconds later and looked down, realizing she’d fallen asleep, and chuckled to himself.  He very carefully and smoothly stood up with her in his arms and laid her back down on the couch, knowing the jetlag was kicking in, and continued his shadow boxing exercise.

A half an hour later, a knock sounded at the door and the stage technician yelled through it, “Five minutes, ‘Taker!”

Mark cringed when he heard the loud knock and yell of the technician and looked over at his daughter, who was still sleeping peacefully on the couch, and knew he had to leave her.  He smiled softly when Stephanie entered a few minutes later and walked over to her as he stated, “You’re gonna stay with her.”

Stephanie’s blue eyes held a sense of urgency as she looked up at the man who had tried to sacrifice her on TV when she first made her debut in the WWE, but considered Mark a brother behind the scenes, and whispered softly, “Something’s happened that you need to know about NOW.”

Mark looked back at his daughter and then back down at the youngest McMahon, who was now married, and nodded as he said, “Give me a sec.  I gotta do somethin’ and we gotta make this quick ‘cause my match is comin’ up.”

Nodding and looking around nervously, Stephanie nodded while Mark walked over, placed a soft kiss on his daughter’s forehead, and then walked back over to Stephanie before she guided him outside of the dressing room.  Mark crossed his arms in front of his chest and asked, “Alright, Steph, what’s goin’ on?”

The next set of words that came out of Stephanie’s mouth would change not only Mark’s life forever, but his daughter’s as well.

“My father is insane.  He just signed Mark Jindrak back on the roster!”

Chapter 4

Mark could not believe what he was hearing as he heard the daughter of Vince McMahon tell him something that was going to devastate his daughter to no avail.  After what happened between them and what Jindrak put everybody, including Vince, through, Mark couldn’t understand why he reinstated the prick.  He not only broke Namine’s heart into a million pieces, but he also betrayed all of his co-workers, best friends, and people he considered family in general.  Closing his eyes, the painful memory unfolded in Mark’s mind as it took him back to two years ago when all of this began.

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Her heart was filled with so much love and comfort as she walked hand and hand down the hallway with the love of her life, Mark Jindrak.  They made the perfect couple in everyone’s eyes and he treated her like a queen.  Mark had already given them his blessing, after talking with the young talented wrestler of Smackdown!, and knew Jindrak would never hurt his daughter, or so he thought. 

Namine had just come back on the road with them for her summer vacation and things were happening so fast.  She had laid her eyes on Jindrak and the feelings just grew more and more for him.  It didn’t help when Jindrak was always hanging out in her father’s dressing room either.  Mark finally asked her out on a date one night one month after meeting him and Namine immediately said yes.  They would go for walks and even vege out in each other’s hotel rooms.  Mark thought they were just friends, but when he found out they had made love, everything changed. 

Both the Raw and Smackdown! rosters were convinced one hundred percent that Namine and Jindrak would end up getting married and she was even convinced herself.  When they first started to officially date, Namine had doubts about her appearance and would put herself down countless number of times in front of Jindrak.  Jindrak retaliated by calling her beautiful and made that her nickname, making her truly feel it. 

He would tell her that he wanted her to be the new mother of his child, Marcus.  It scared Namine at first, but every time she would stare into his soft green orbs that were filled with love for her, she couldn’t say no even if she wanted to.  She had never met his son, but would when they finally decided where this relationship was going.  He would talk to her about what a terrific person she was and filled her heart and mind with love, laughter, and promises.

They never came true though.

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Raking a hand through his shoulder length auburn hair, Mark sighed heavily as he stated, “This is going to devastate, Namine.  What the fuck is your father thinkin’, Princess?” He’d given her that nickname when she first debuted in the business and had never stopped using it.

“I have no idea, but I just heard it from Shane.  I agree with you, this is going to devastate her and I don’t want her in any more pain.  The bastard caused her enough, Mark!” Stephanie cried out, truly pissed off at her father for his decision, and knew now more than ever that Vince had gone over the edge. 

Her big, ocean blue eyes slowly started to fill with tears at the painful memory overtook her mind while the Deadman stormed toward the gorilla position, knowing he was going to rip his opponent limb from limb.  Stephanie didn’t want to tell Mark this way, but knew he had to be alerted immediately before it was too late.  She sighed heavily and looked at the dressing room door, knowing Namine was asleep peacefully, and wished there was some way she could overrun her father’s decision to reinstate Mark Jindrak into the company, but it wasn’t going to happen.

Things were about to become worse.  A lot worse.

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Eight months into their relationship, Jindrak started disappearing left and right, telling his best friends Randy Orton and John Cena lies about where he was going.  They would often order out and Jindrak would always volunteer to go get the food.  Randy and John made sure to give him directions that would get him to the place and back within twenty minutes, but for some odd reason, Jindrak would end up being gone for more than three hours before finally returning with their food.  It would be ice cold by now and he would tell them he got lost.

Thinking that a best friend and brother would never lie to them, John and Randy shrugged it off, too busy dealing with their own lives to even question Jindrak’s motives.  Jindrak would just smirk on the inside, knowing he was tricking his friends, and it was the easiest thing in the world to do.  This started happening more and more often as the eighth month of his and Namine’s relationship progressed.  She had went back to college, but had his promises that he would call every day and night.

They were broken also.

After not hearing from Jindrak for two months straight, Namine started getting this sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach that something wasn’t right.  She started calling Stephanie and asking her questions about where Jindrak was because whenever she called his cell phone, he would never answer her.  That wasn’t like Jindrak and that spiked Namine’s suspicion even more.

“I don’t know, Namie.  Now that you mention it, Mark has been disappearing an awful lot lately.  I’ll check on it and let you know.” Stephanie said and tapped her chin deep in thought, deciding she needed to check into this, especially for her best friend’s sanity.

“Thanks, Steph.  I just have this sinking feeling that something isn’t right with him.” Namine replied as she played with the heart shaped sapphire necklace that Jindrak had gotten for her twentieth birthday and, coincidentally, their sixth month anniversary.  She just hoped she was wrong on her suspicions about Jindrak because she wasn’t sure if her heart could handle another heartbreak, especially after what her other two ex-boyfriends had done to her.

So that’s what Stephanie started doing.  Her father had asked her to start going through the hotel expenses and paperwork since he was overworked enough as it was and Stephanie obliged.  She knew that her father wanted to take her mother, Linda McMahon, on a second honeymoon, but there was too much work to be done to make that happen unless she helped.  Stephanie loved her family and would do anything for them, even if it meant putting her own neck on the line. 

Stephanie was sitting in her office two weeks later, after the phone call from Namine about her suspicions and concerns about Jindrak, and came across what she never wanted to see.  There right in front of her laid bill after bill after bill after bill, stacks of bills full of hotel expenses that the wrestlers, Divas, and the rest of the WWE crew stayed at.  They were secluded hotels all around in the cities they’d performed in and the expenses were put for an hour and a half to three hours at a time.  Nobody had ever just rented a hotel room for a few hours and Stephanie gasped when she seen who had signed the bill on all of them.

Mark Jindrak.

This was bad considering the fact that the wrestlers never paid for any of their hotel room, rental car, airfare, or any other expenses when it came to wrestling for the company.  The company took care of all those expenses, which meant that they had to pay for all of these hotel bills that Jindrak had stacked up.  Stephanie picked up the pile in her arms and immediately rushed to her father’s office, knocked on the door, and threw the papers down as she demandingly asked, “What the fuck are these about, dad?”

Vince looked over all the paperwork and bills that Stephanie had found and closed his eyes, not believing what was happening, and sighed heavily as he answered after a few moments of silence, “I have no idea, Stephanie, but it’s not good.  I want you to have him followed.  I’ll hire a detective first thing in the morning before we arrive in Phoenix.”

Stephanie felt sick to her stomach that following week at a house show as she looked down at the photos the private follower her father had hired taken, not believing what she was seeing.  It was there, clear as crystal, and Stephanie knew this wasn’t going to go well at all with her husband and especially Namine’s father, Mark Callaway. 

The photos showed Jindrak pulling up to a nasty looking shack of a hotel with a woman.  It was a different woman in every photo she looked at, making her feel even sicker to her stomach, and continued flipping through them.  The detective had gotten some close up shots of Jindrak squeezing these ring rat sluts asses and kissing their neck, even sucking face with them.  There had to be at LEAST twenty different women in the photos and this was just in a week! 

Shaking her head in shear disappointment, Stephanie threw the photos down and flipped open her cell phone, dialing her father’s number, and closed her eyes when he answered.  “Daddy, it’s Stephanie.  You need to get down to my office.  I have something offending to show you that the detective found about MJ.” She stated and hung up when Vince told her he’d be there shortly.

Twenty minutes later, Vince walked into his daughter’s office, seeing the tears already sliding down her cheeks, and sighed heavily as he mumbled out, “Is it that bad?”

Looking up at her father with a tear streaked face, Stephanie didn’t say a word.  She simply handed the photos of evidence of Jindrak’s infidelity toward Namine and the company, not able to find the words to even speak to her father.  Vince took the photos from his daughter and started flipping through them, his blood boiling at what he was seeing.  Not only had the punk cheated on Mark Callaway’s daughter, one of his most loyal and respected wrestlers in the company, but he had cheated the company out of THOUSANDS of dollars! 

Vince threw the pictures down on his daughter’s desk and stated in the most angry tone of voice Stephanie ever heard her father use, “Get that bastard down to my office when you see him!” He then stormed out of her office, leaving Stephanie to simply nod and knew what was coming.

Later on that night, Jindrak was all smiles as he quickly rushed into the arena, knowing his match up was in ten minutes.  He hadn’t expected his cock to last as long as it had with another local ring rat and smirked to himself, already having him another piece of ass lined up after his grueling match that night with Billy Kidman.  He arrived at the gorilla position just as music began to play a second time through the packed arena filled with fans.

Vince had seen this unfold and slammed his fist down on his desk, not believing Jindrak had literally been late for his match, and knew what he had to do.  The match lasted ten minutes before Kidman got the pin and win and Stephanie was waiting for Jindrak as he walked through the curtains of the gorilla position.  She had the most pissed off look adorned on her beautiful face as she pointed down the hallway and stated, “My father wants to talk to you immediately.  You can shower after you see him.  It’s direct orders from him.”

Not thinking anything of it, Jindrak smiled at her and nodded as he pranced down the hall, not noticing all the hateful glances toward him from the roster of Smackdown!.  He walked into Vince’s office and the boss was in no mood for small talk.  He snapped his fingers and growled out, “Sit!”

Not daring to mess with the owner of the WWE, Jindrak did as he was told as he sat down in the chair that face Vince’s desk, and gulped nervously when he seen Vince pick photos of some sort up.  He looked at his boss and smiled as he laughed half heartedly before asking, “What can I do for you, Mr. McMahon?”

Vince didn’t say anything.  He simply threw the pictures of evidence right at the asshole’s face and stated, “You’ve cost not only me, but the rest of my employees thousands of dollars for your fucked up one night stands.  That is against company policy so I have no choice, but to do this.  Mark Jindrak, YOU’RE FIRED!” Vince growled at him after locking eyes with him and shoved him back while he was still in the chair before adding dangerously, “You WILL show up next week on Smackdown! and you WILL sign your resignation papers!  Do you understand me?!”

Jindrak couldn’t say anything because he was too shocked and looked down at all the photos, his blood boiling when he realized Vince had him followed, and knew he was screwed.  He looked up into his boss’s eyes and scrambled off the floor and out of the door, coming face to face with none other than Namine’s father, Mark Callaway.

Mark didn’t say anything to him as he stared down at the young puny, pathetic punk, his emerald green orbs lit ablaze, and stepped to the side, allowing him to pass.  The next week on Smackdown! would be Jindrak’s execution and Mark couldn’t wait for it as he looked over at the two men who were going to get the job done.

Paul Levesque and David Batista.

Chapter 5

Mark paced back and forth in the gorilla position, growling under his breath about how he was going to pulverize that puny motherfucker Jindrak if he came within two hundred feet of Namine.  That was his daughter and he was going to protect her from Jindrak and any other guy who tried to pursue her while she was with him on the road.  He wasn’t about to let what happened with Jindrak happen to his daughter again.

He would rather die than see her in that much pain again.

His thoughts were cut in half when he seen Paul run up to him, looking outraged, and knew exactly why.  He was one of the people who had beaten the shit out of Jindrak that following week on Smackdown! in the parking lot two years ago.  Nobody messed with Namine Callaway and walked away from it Scott free and Jindrak certainly didn’t either.

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Surprisingly enough, the following week on Smackdown!, Jindrak had actually showed his face, much to Vince’s pleasure.  He rubbed his hands together as he looked at Mark, who was smirking evilly at his boss, and stated, “Just don’t kill him, Callaway.”

“No guarantees on that, Vince.  Thanks again.” Mark replied as he walked out of his boss’s office, and came face to chest with his daughter.  He sighed as he looked down at her, not believing she was there, and pulled her into his chest as she began to cry.

Namine couldn’t help, but cry her heart and soul out, not believing what Stephanie had told her over the phone the previous day.  It was the worst, blackest Sunday she’d ever had and wished she were dead at that moment.  The comfort her father was giving her at the moment was nice, but she just wanted things back to the way they were.  She loved the bastard and he cheated on her! 

Her ex-boyfriend, who had the same name as Jindrak, had cheated on her when she was sixteen and she had actually agreed to marry him.  It was a short relationship, lasting just a little under a year, and he broke up with her after he pushed her down his stairs, causing her to break her foot.  Mark wanted to sue the prick, but Namine wouldn’t allow it because he was sponging off of his grandmother and she was too sweet for Namine to let her father sue them.  They had practically nothing to their name so it wouldn’t be worth it to begin with.

Mark immediately held his daughter tighter against his body when Jindrak came walking their way, glaring hatefully at the motherfucker, and sighed heavily when Namine turned around, coming face to face with her now ex-boyfriend.  She glared at him and stated hatefully, “What the fuck do you want?  Haven’t you caused me and everybody else enough pain, you son of a bitch!?”

Smirking wickedly at Namine and shaking his head, Jindrak simply laughed sarcastically at her and stated, “Not nearly, beautiful.  Trust me, I don’t want to be here anymore than you want me to be, but unfortunately, Vince demanded my presence here tonight.”

Heartbreaking tears slowly slid down her cheeks as Namine felt her father’s hands clamp down on her shoulders, making her feel a sense of safety, but couldn’t keep the chunks from rising in her throat.  She ran out of her father’s grasp and away from her cheating boyfriend and into the women’s bathroom, emptying the contents of her stomach.  She still couldn’t believe this is happening.

Later on that night, after the taping of Smackdown! had ended, Jindrak was all smiles as he walked out of the arena, ready to go get him some more pussy from yet another ring rat, but was stopped dead in his tracks.  The entire roster from both Raw and Smackdown! were standing in his way, their arms crossed in front of their chests, and Paul and David both stepped up.  Paul was the first one to strike as he leveled his fist right in the pit of Jindrak’s gut, causing him to cough out and bend over in pain. 

Namine was standing on the outside of the circle with Kurt and her dad on either side of her as she watched the ass beating of Jindrak take place.  David grabbed the puny punk up by the back of his neck and growled out viciously, “Do you think its right taking a woman’s heart and crushing it just for your own amusement, BOY?!  You have NO idea what you’ve done and now you’re gonna pay.” With that said, David punched Jindrak right in the face, knocking him down on the ground.

Both men started kicking the shit out of the cheating bastard, stomping a real mud hole in him and walking it dry, and soon, Jindrak was busted open.  Namine looked up at her father, seeing the blood, and looked over at Kurt as she asked, “Can you take me inside, please?  I can’t take seeing anymore of this.”

Kurt nodded as he lead her back inside the arena, away from the bloody scene, and smirked when Paul lifted a bloodied, unconscious Jindrak up in the air and threw him against the steel gate of the outside arena building.  Blood curdling screams echoed from Jindrak’s mouth as he felt a few of his ribs bust in half, knowing he’d be out of action for a while now, and coughed out as blood poured out from the sides of his mouth. 

Both rosters watched the finish of the ass beating as David delivered a devastating spine buster on Jindrak rental car and Paul finished it off by delivering his own move, the pedigree, right in the black asphalt of the parking lot.  Jindrak was knocked out and completely unconscious as Mark walked over, lifted his head up by the back of his hair, and whispered deadly into his ear, “Listen good, boy.  If you ever, and I do mean EVER, come near my daughter again, I will finish the job these men started.  Get the fuck out of here before I kill you.” He then slammed Jindrak’s face in the asphalt before ushering everyone back inside the arena, and smirked as Vince called 911, explaining to them that someone had jumped his now fired wrestler.

After the police had taken the statement while the EMT’s carried Jindrak’s broken body away from the arena, they just ruled it out to be a gang fight and closed the case.  Mark smirked as he patted his boss on the shoulder and stated when everyone was gone, “Nice work, boss.”

Namine had finally decided that she would focus strictly on her school work and not about being on the road with her father, especially when he met Whores a few months later.  She just couldn’t stand being on the road with the guys because all she thought about was Jindrak that first year after their breakup.  Then things became better for her and she finally forgot what the son of a bitch had done and put her through.

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“What the fuck is this shit I hear about Vince reinstated Jindrak?!” Paul shouted, his anger getting the best of him, and immediately calmed down when he felt his wife’s gentle touch on his arm from behind. 

He turned around and looked down into her eyes, seeing the all the pain and hurt swimming through them, and immediately pulled her into his arms.  He kissed the top of her head softly, rubbed her back in circles, and sighed heavily when she started to cry.  Paul looked up at Mark, who simply shook his head in shame for what Vince had done, and wished he could take away all the pain Jindrak had caused everyone, especially his own daughter.

“I don’t know, man.  Princess came up to me and told me right before my match…” Mark’s voice trailed off when he heard his theme entrance music blast throughout the arena and slipped his black sunglasses on, straddled his motorcycle, and stated, “Please keep an eye on her until I return.  We’re gonna figure out what’s going on.” He then rode out to the ring on his bike, leaving Stephanie and Paul to go check on Namine.

Namine had just gotten up from her nap and was just about to go see where Stephanie and Paul were so they could go clubbing that night, when both came into her father’s dressing room.  Her smile immediately vanished upon seeing Stephanie crying and the dangerous, deadly look in Paul’s eyes.  Something definitely wasn’t right.

“Hey guys.” She softly said and stood up, looking at how red and swollen Stephanie’s eyes were, and immediately became worried.  “What’s wrong with you, Stephanie?”

Looking up at her husband, Stephanie began crying harder, and Paul sighed, knowing he’d have to tell Namine the unfortunate news about Jindrak.  Taking a deep breath, he looked at Namine, his adopted baby sister, and said, “Sit down, little girl.  You’re gonna need to after what I’m about to tell you.”

Listening to what Paul said, Namine obeyed as she sat back down on the couch, and immediately hugged Stephanie when she sat down beside her.  She stroked her back and looked up at Paul, confusion swimming in her eyes, and was shocked at what she heard next. 

Paul was never one to beat around the bush so he rubbed the back of his neck, shoved his hand in the front pocket of his blue jeans he was wearing, and bluntly stated, “Vince has resigned Mark Jindrak back to the Smackdown! roster, little girl.  He’s back.”

Her entire body began to tremble as Namine’s eyes burned with tears, not believing what was happening, and looked down at Stephanie, who was still crying and whispering how sorry she was, and then back at Paul.  After doing that several times, Namine couldn’t take anymore as she bolted out of the room and toward the exit, needing to get out of there as soon as possible and far away from the man who had broke her heart two years ago. 

She was going so fast that she didn’t see someone rounding the corner that was right by the entrance and went down like a ton of bricks.  They collided with a hard force, causing her to fall back on her ass, and groaned as the wind was knocked out of her.  When she looked up, all she seen was a pair of soft, ocean blue eyes staring back at her before the darkness overtook her body.

Chapter 6

Groaning came from the lips of the gorgeous creature, which had bumped into Marc as his head turned, seeing she was starting to awaken.  He immediately shot up from the cushioned chair he was sitting in, watching over her protectively, and leaned over as her eyes slowly fluttered open.  Blurred vision suddenly became clear as she blinked several times and gasped at the sight before her.

“Are you okay?” The man asked, staring deep into her emerald green eyes that shined with pure fear and uncertainty, and knew she didn’t know where she was.  Marc slowly took a step back as she scooted back on the four poster master bed, tears welling up instantly in her eyes, and it broke his heart to see them appear.  “I’m not going to harm you, Namine.  Please, believe me…”

“Why should I?!  What do you want?  How do I know you’re not working for him?!” She cried out, spewing questions left and right at him, and quickly blinked her tears back into her eye sockets, not wanting to show any fear.  It was inevitable though.

Taking a step forward towards her, Marc very cautiously and carefully placed his hand on one of the nightstand and said, “I’m not working for Jindrak, Namine.  I simply brought you here under the permission of your father.  You ran into me at the arena earlier on tonight and I guess I knocked you out when you bumped into me.  Your father is just a phone call away…” Marc trailed off as he handed her his cell phone, throwing it on the bed gently, and watched as she stared down at it.

Namine snatched the cell phone that this man had thrown to her, not remembering his name off hand, and flipped it open as she kept her eyes locked on him the entire time.  She tapped her fingers nervously and closed her eyes, feeling the tears building up into them when she heard her father’s voice on the other line.  “Daddy…” She whispered and immediately started to cry. 

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Mark had been sleeping when he heard his cell phone start to vibrate on the night stand.  It was loud so he would wake up, worried sick about his daughter, but also incredibly tired from the match he had that night.  He slowly reached over, groaning at the pain that racked through his body, and immediately shot up from his bed, hearing his daughter’s sobs on the receiver, and stated, “Namine, baby girl, where are you?!”

Mark had no unearthly idea where his daughter had run off too and was thankful to hear her voice.  That meant Jindrak hadn’t gotten a hold of her like his previous fears had been.  He listened to what his daughter said and nodded, knowing exactly who had her in their possession, and stated, “I’m on my way.” He then hung up and slipped his boots on along with his leather coat, ran out of his hotel room, and toward the elevator, needing to see his daughter immediately.

The Deadman didn’t get very far as he dropped to his knees on the hotel hallway carpeted floor, the darkness overtaking his huge body, and finally collapsed on the floor unconscious.  The person standing over him had a sick smirk on their face as she whipped her hair back from her face and stated, “I’m sorry, my lover, but I can’t allow your precious daughter to interfere with our plans.  I love you and NOTHING and NO ONE is going to stop us from getting married so I can take you for every cent you have.”

Samantha giggled as she pick pocketed him, seeing he had his wallet on him, and decided she was going to treat herself that night by going to the bar for a few drinks.  That was going to be after the demise of Mark’s precious baby girl, Namine.  Samantha smirked to herself as she looked around, making sure nobody saw what she had done, and knew she had to act fast.  She lifted her skirt up, seeing the band around her thigh, and pulled out the caplet of anecdote that would make Mark forget what had happened on this night.

Very carefully and quickly, Samantha poured it into the syringe that Jindrak had given to her, patted Mark’s arm with the cloth full of alcohol so the man wouldn’t get an infection, and then closed her eyes as she stuck the needle into his arm.  The fluid from the syringe slowly leaked into his body, making her smirk as she licked her lips hungrily, and gasped when she heard some commotion from down the way.  She quickly put the stuff back into her lacey, black band that was around her thigh tightly, and vanished, not wanting to be caught.

Moments later, a scream came down the hallway as Samantha dropped to her knees on the hotel floor and bellowed out, “Somebody help me!!!!” She smirked at Mark as she kept screaming, trying so hard not to laugh because she had to make this work in order for their master plan to finish, and kept on screaming as fake tears slowly slid down her cheeks.

This was phase one of their master plan as Samantha continued screaming, knowing someone would come eventually, and looked at Mark’s face as she opened his eyes, seeing they were dead and gone.  It had worked.

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Once the phone call ended, Namine threw the cell phone back at Marc and stated, “He’s on his way to get me.”

All Marc could do was nod and sigh heavily; wishing she didn’t want to leave so suddenly, but also knew now was certainly not the time to make a move on her.  He simply sat back down in the chair where he’d watched over her for the past few hours and waited for Mark Callaway to show up.  He just hoped he wasn’t about to get his ass handed to him by her father.

A few minutes later, a knock sounded at the hotel room door of Marc’s, and he smiled as he stared over at Namine.  Namine didn’t smile back though as she stood up from the bed, wanting nothing more than to be in her father’s arms, and gasped when she seen who it was.  It wasn’t her father.

The sick, sadistic smile etched across none other than Jindrak’s face as he looked at Marc Predka, who had answered the door, and pulled his fist back as he stated, “Good night, Predka.” He then decked the man, watching him fall to the floor like a sack of potatoes, and smirked as Namine let out a scream.

“No…GET OUT!” She screamed and immediately rushed over to the fallen body of Marc’s, but that was short lived as she felt Jindrak’s fingers clasp into her hair, making her scream more, and started to fight with every ounce of defense she could muster up.  Her head was still pounding from the run in previously at the arena so she didn’t have all of her strength back yet.

Jindrak pulled her up by her hair to look into his dangerous, cold green orbs, and stated with a hint of cockiness in his voice, “Make me, Namine.”

Tears poured down her cheeks when Namine realized she was defenseless against this monster, but that still didn’t stop her from fighting with all her being.  She yanked her head away from his hand, making him release her hair, and started backing up on the floor on her hands and feet.  Jindrak simply looked down at her, smiling wickedly, and knelt down so he could be eye level with her.  “I want to take you back to…let’s say two years ago, beautiful…” Jindrak started to say, but was immediately interrupted by the woman he despised most and wished death upon for the past two years.

“Don’t call me that!  You have no right to call me that!” She shouted at him and closed her eyes when the door closed shut, signaling to her that the only escape she had was now gone.  She felt her lips start to quiver with fear as she quickly stood up on her feet and screamed again when she felt Jindrak yank her to his body by her hair once more.  “Let me GO!  DADDY!  SOMEBODY HE…” Before she could get the last word out, Jindrak had shoved a bandana in her mouth, silencing her screams, and shoved her on the floor.  He then reached back into his pocket and pulled out duck tape, making Namine’s eyes widen in pure fear of this monster.

“I have EVERY right to call you whatever I please, BEAUTIFUL!  Now shut up and listen to me!” Jindrak growled at her, taping her wrists and ankles together so she couldn’t fight him, and lifted her up off the floor as he threw her on the bed with a sickening thud.  Namine groaned as the impact hit her, thanking God it was only a bed, and felt her head start to spin once again.  Jindrak smirked down at her as he ripped his shirt off and looked down, seeing Marc was still out cold, and chuckled as he stated, “Now, where was I?  Oh yes…Two years ago, beautiful.  I want you to think back.”

Namine screamed at him through the gag that was in her mouth, coughing a little, and closed her eyes, knowing she had to breathe out her nose or she would pass out.  She looked up at this monster that had her captive and suddenly wondered where her father was.  It had been too long since she had talked to him on the phone and knew something was going on.  ‘He did something.  Daddy, where are you?’ She thought with a broken heart, sighing to herself as the tears slowly slid out of the corner of her eyes, and down the side of her face.  Her sight went over to unconscious Marc on the floor and silently started to plead for him to wake up.  ‘Please, please wake up.  Please before he does something.’

Jindrak had spilled the whole story about how Paul and David had kicked his ass and teeth down his throat that night at the arena two years ago.  He explained in a very vivid detail how many injuries he had sustained because of them and how he’d been plotting his perfect revenge for the past two years against her and everyone who was involved.  Jindrak smirked as he looked down at his watch, hearing screaming sounding down the hall, and shook his head as none other than Stephanie Levesque was thrown into the room moments later.

Laughing even more sadistic, Jindrak looked over at Namine’s shocked facial expression, and stated, “I believe you know my best friend, Randall Keith Orton.”

Randy simply waved over to her with his fingers, smirking down at the wife of Paul Levesque’s, and cracked his fingers by stretching them out as he stated, “It’s payback time, bitches.  Matt should be here shortly.”

Nodding in approval, Jindrak smirked down at Stephanie, who was on the bed beside Namine, and trying to get the duck tape off of her, when Jindrak belted her right in the face with his backhand.  Stephanie screamed out in pain as she flew back on the bed, holding the side of her face, and sobbed out dangerously, “You’ll pay for this.  Mark my words, both of you pricks shall pay!”

“Shut up bitch before I do something I might just regret later!” Randy growled at her, his dangerous blue eyes lowered to slits by now, and looked at the doorway as the third and final woman was shoved into the room.  It was none other than David Batista’s wife, Angie as she fell to the floor, after being shoved by Matt Morgan and Jindrak clapped his hands together as the biggest smile spread across his face.

Phase one was now completed one hundred percent as he stared at the three women who were now his hostages and stated, “Let the games begin.  Get them out of here.”

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Pounding sounded on the door of Marc’s hotel room a few hours later, making him sigh heavily as he closed his eyes before walking over to answer it.  His head was still pounding from the blow he’d taken from Jindrak’s hand and gulped nervously when he opened his door to reveal Namine’s father, Paul Levesque, and David Batista standing before him.

Mark looked down into the fear filled blue eyes of Marc Predka’s and immediately saw red as his arm shot out and wrapped his large hand around the neck of Marc’s.  Marc coughed several times, gripping at the Deadman’s arm to release him, and closed his eyes as the darkness started to overtake his body.  Paul seen this happening and immediately stopped Mark’s rage from getting the better of him as he stated heatedly, “Doing this won’t bring them back any faster, Deadman.  Now let’s here what he has to say.”

David nodded, wanting his wife back more than anything as Mark reluctantly released the kid, and growled out in a demanding tone of voice, “Where is my fuckin’ daughter, Predka?!”

“And my wife?!” Paul growled right after Mark, wanting to know where Stephanie had been taken, especially since the security guard that they’d talked to only moments prior to this moment told them that Jindrak and two other guys asked for Predka’s room number a few hours ago before all this unfolded.

“What about my wife too?!” David growled along with Paul, knowing Angie was in NO condition to be under this amount of stress.  It was going to be bad for her treatments since she had cancer once again.

Marc looked at all three gentlemen and stepped back a few feet as he stated, “All I remember is answering the door and getting the shit knocked out of me by Jindrak’s fist.  I don’t remember anything else…”

Paul and David couldn’t take it anymore as they started for Marc’s throat, but the Deadman stopped them, believing Marc for some odd reason, and turned around as he stated in a firm, deadly tone of voice, “Then there’s only one way to find out exactly what happened in this room.  We go to the security of this hotel and get the video tapes from the security cameras.”

All four men agreed as they left Marc’s hotel room and headed down to the hotel security, hoping they could find some clue as to where Jindrak and his two secret henchmen had taken their wives and Mark’s daughter, Namine.

Chapter 7

Emerald green orbs slowly fluttered open a few hours later and looked around, seeing she was lying in a room full of black darkness.  Tears instantly welled up in her eyes when she went to sit up from the bed she was apparently lying on and couldn’t because she was restrained from doing so.  She looked her and gasped in horror as thick, steel metal chains were links around her wrists and they were chained to the metal headboard.  Huge tears slid down her cheeks as fear gripped her insides, wondering what was going on and where she was at.  The last thing she remembered was being in the room with Marc and then Mark Jindrak showed up. 

‘Oh God please tell me that I’m not here because of him.’ Namine thought frantically and started yanking on the chains, wincing at how much noise they were making, and froze when she heard footsteps just outside her door.

“You think she’s up?” Matt asked, smirking devilishly as he rubbed his hands together, wanting to enjoy every second of this masterful plan the leader, Jindrak, had thought up.

“I don’t know, man.  We gave all three of them a nice dosage of that serum, but it wouldn’t hurt to take a peek.” Randy replied with a sick, twisted smirk plastered across his lips, licking them hungrily, and was about to open the door, when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

He turned around and came face to face with those dangerous green eyes of Mark Jindrak’s.  Randy smiled at him innocently, throwing his hands up in the air in defense, and stated, “I wasn’t gonna do anything, man.  I just wanted to take a peek and besides, it was Matt’s idea.”

Matt glared over at Randy and cracked his knuckles, ready to pound the cocky punk into the ground, but Mark stopped him from doing so.  “Shut up both of you before I knock your teeth down both of your throats!  If anyone is going to do some peeking, its going to be me, got it?” He stated, making both men lower their heads as they nodded at him, but deep down, Randy was growing angrier by the second.

Matt was about to say something in his defense to what Randy had accused him of when Mark put his hand up, silencing anything Matt might have said, and pressed his finger to his lips.  He smirked as the sound of rattling chains echoed through the closed door of Namine’s room and chuckled softly to himself.  He rubbed his hands together as he turned around, looking at both of his accomplices, and stated, “Go take your peek at your girls.  If Namine is up, they should be.”

“Will do boss.  Whatever you say.” Matt immediately replied as he headed toward Stephanie’s room while Randy went to Angie’s, leaving Mark all by himself outside the door of Namine’s.  He closed his eyes, not believing his plan had worked out this well, and took a deep breath before placing his hand on the doorknob.  He mentally counted to three and pushed the door open, seeing a frightened Namine lying on the bed in the thin, black negligee he had his maid, Sarah, put on her.

Namine’s head snapped up and winced when she heard it crack in a few places, but she had more important matters to deal with.  The first one was trying to get as far away from this six foot six tall monster known as Mark Jindrak.  Namine started yanking on the chains more, glaring hatefully at Mark, and stated in a deadly tone of voice, “Where is Stephanie and Angie, Mark?”

“Shhh do not worry, beautiful.  They’re being well taken care of, trust me.  Now, why don’t you turn your attention to something more important?” Mark suggested as he crossed his arms in front of his chest and kicked the door gently behind him closed.  That one movement caused Namine’s heart to lower and a huge lump formed in the back of her throat, making it hard for her to breathe. 

“What is more important than my best friends being manhandled by your asshole friends?” Namine retorted, refusing to show Mark her fear, but somehow or another, she knew he’d already seen right through her.  He always could and she hated that.

An evil chuckle echoed off the walls of the small bedroom where Mark was keeping Namine captive as he took a step toward her, making her scoot off the bed as far as she could, considering her wrists were cuffed to the headboard of the bed.  She didn’t even want to be in the same state as this man right now, let alone the same small room she was trapped in now.  “Now, now, now, Randy and Matt won’t hurt them as long as they cooperate and not resist temptation.  Same as you, my beautiful baby girl, I missed you.”

“Go to Hell, Jindrak.” She stated in a low, deadly tone of voice as she started yanking on the chains, tears welling up in her eyes when he started coming closer to her and this caused her panic level to rise beyond recognition.  “Stay away from me!” She shouted at him, yanking on the chains even more, and closed her eyes as she thought silently, ‘Daddy, where are you?’

“Oh contraire to popular belief, beautiful, I’ve been there and I must say, it’s rather hot, if you catch my drift…” Mark retorted in a cocky tone of voice as he sat down on the bed and started to slide his hand up her leg, making Namine close her eyes tighter and cringed at the simple touch of his hand.  This was the last thing in the world she wanted, but knew she was helpless and couldn’t do anything.

“Don’t touch me.” She whispered harshly at him, her entire body shaking from head to toe, and this was making Mark angry.  He didn’t want her to tremble because then he would have to cause her massive amounts of pain when they had sex for the first time in two years.

Mark acted like he was going to leave as he raised his hands up, but then pounced on top of her like a cat, making her scream at him as she tried bucking her off of him, but it was no use.  Mark gripped her by her throat when she wouldn’t quit fighting him and stated, “I will have what I want or I will take it by force!  It’s your choice, Namine, but remember this; I can make this the most painful experience of your life!”

Just the look in his eyes was enough to scare the life out of Namine as she gripped his wrist that was attached to the hand that had her throat gripped firmly, cutting off her air supply, and closed her eyes.  She then opened them, not about to give into him this easily, and hauled off as she lunged a huge wad of spit in his eye, causing him to cry out in pain because it went right in his eyes, and fell off the bed.  Namine took this opportunity to start screaming at him, even though her voice was incredibly hoarse from the grip Mark had on her throat, “FUCK YOU!  I’LL NEVER GIVE IN TO YOU!  IF YOU WANT MY BODY, YOU’LL HAVE TO KILL ME FIRST!”

Glaring up at her hatefully with his eyes burning in pure rage, Mark growled out in the most sadistic, low tone of voice Namine had ever heard him use, “That can be arranged.”

Moments later, echoes of a belt could be heard down the hallway as screams of pure torture came from Namine’s bedroom.  The lashing sound continued for a good half an hour, making both Stephanie and Angie scared to death as they looked at the men who was holding them captive, and knew they were in for it.  They closed their eyes, wishing to God their husbands would find them before this went from bad to worse. 

Stephanie looked into Randy’s dangerous blue eyes and stated, “If you have sex with me, you’ll go to prison for life.  Do you really want that, Orton?  My dad is looking for me and so is Paul so do yourself a favor and let me and Angie go!” Stephanie stated to him harshly and received another backhand across her face for her troubles.

As if one bruise wasn’t enough, right?

Angie was backed up on the bed, not having been handcuffed to her bed and looked into Matt’s eyes as she softly said, “Why are you doing this?  I haven’t done anything wrong.”

Matt sighed heavily as he ran a hand through his hair, growing soft already just by one look in Angie’s eyes, and whispered to her, “Look, this is all an act.  I won’t hurt you, but you’ve got to promise me you won’t try to escape.  I’ll get a hold your husband and let him know you’re safe, but I can’t just hand you over without getting what I want.”

“What do you want?” Angie asked and started to cough harshly, feeling her cancer start to overtake her body once again into darkness, and looked at Matt one last time before passing out on the bed.

Matt seen this happen and immediately shot up out of his chair and bolted out of the bedroom, running toward the room where Mark and Namine were located, and stopped dead in his tracks when he seen the scene before him.  Covering his mouth with his hand, Matt stared at Mark like he had just grown three heads and shouted, “What the fuck did you do to her!?!”

Standing up to a standing position, proud of his handy work as he stared at an unconscious, bloodied Namine; Mark turned around and stared into Matt’s eyes as he simply replied, “Getting my payback.”

He then walked out of the room, leaving Matt to stare at the unconscious body of Namine’s, not believing how out of hand this whole thing had gotten in just a matter of hours.  He slowly walked over to her, wanting to tend to her wounds so she wouldn’t get any infections, but Mark stopped him.  “Don’t even think about helping her.  She’s gonna get a lot more where that came from until she fucking submits to me!” Mark growled and slammed the bathroom door behind him; smirking as he stared in the mirror, and the reflection came back at him ten fold.

He had her blood all over his chest, arms, face, everywhere he could think of.  He had beat her so badly that where he’d whipped her had bloody lash marks.  He smirked as he licked off some of her blood from his body and stated to himself in a deadly tone of voice, “This is just the beginning, Namine.  Until you submit to me, it’s beatings from here on out.”

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Tape after tape after tape after tape and nothing had come up.  No evidence as to who took the wife’s of Paul and David and the Deadman’s daughter, Namine.  Mark had a pretty good idea who it was, but as for Stephanie and Angie, he didn’t have a clue.  Obviously, Jindrak had accomplices and had been planning this for quite some time.

Mark stood up after looking through the twentieth tape, growling in frustration, and stared over at John Cena’s cousin, Marc, who was staring at the screen, and knew he didn’t have anything to do with it.  That huge gash on the side of his forehead from the blow he’d taken was stone cold proof.  That and Mark knew that the boy had feelings for his daughter and he’d be talking to him later about that, but now wasn’t the time.  They had to act fast before something bad happened to the girls.

“Goddamn it!  We’ve been through every Goddamn video tape in this fucking hotel and nothing!” Paul snapped, running a hand through his long blonde locks, and wished he had Stephanie in his arms at that moment.  They had just found out she was pregnant and then this happened!

“Paul, I understand you’re upset, man, but we have to keep our heads straight for the girls.  Angie has cancer, but you don’t see me losing my cool, do you?” David stated, crossing his arms in front of his chest as he popped another tape in, and stopped dead in his tracks when he seen his wife on the screen.  “Guys, I found something!” He quickly stated and got close to the TV screen, his blood boiling at who he seen on the screen before him, and whispered under his breath, “Morgan.”

Moments later, a chair came whizzing past Marc’s head and slammed against the wall with so much force, it shook the room as David started tearing the place apart.  The footage he’d just witnessed clearly showed Matt Morgan taking his wife forcefully out of the room and he even backhanded her so she’d go with him willingly.  “That motherfucker is going to pay with his LIFE!” David bellowed as he threw another chair, making it whiz past Mark’s head this time, and that was the last straw. 

The Deadman immediately took David and planted him on the ground with a submission move, making David groan out in pain, and Mark looked down at him as he asked, “Are you calm down? I’m not lettin’ go until you calm the fuck down, man!”

“Yeah and quit throwing chairs at me!” Marc shouted at him in defense, making Mark quirk his eyebrow up at the youngster, and released David.  Marc looked like he was about to piss himself as David started to come after him, but the Deadman once again stepped in, saving the youngster’s ass.

“Cool it right now, Batista.  At least we know she’s still alive and she’s with that prick Morgan.” Mark stated, making David sigh heavily as he raked a hand through his hair in pure frustration, knowing it was going to be like finding a needle in a haystack to locate where Morgan had taken his wife hostage.

“Hang in there, Angie baby.  I’m coming for you, I swear it.” David whispered under his breath and nodded at what Mark said, needing to calm down before he got a mouth full courtesy of Mark’s fist.

Paul was the next one to snap as they popped another security video in and it showed Stephanie in hers and Paul’s hotel room.  He smiled with tears in his eyes as he seen how beautiful she looked, wearing his favorite negligee and dolling herself up for their celebration that night.  He had found out he was going to be a father earlier on that night and it was the cutest thing.  Stephanie had given him a Father’s Day card, making Paul curious because that day was indeed Father’s Day.  He opened the card and a twenty dollar bill fell out of it.  Paul’s eyes bugged out of his head as he looked up at his wife, asking her if it was true, and huge tears slid down his wife’s cheeks as she nodded in response. 

They had made a bet that he could get her pregnant before Father’s Day that year and it happened.

Paul’s thoughts were shattered when he seen none other than Randy Orton push his wife into their hotel room forcefully as soon as she opened the door, pinned her to the bed, and started to feel her up on camera.  Stephanie’s screams could be heard on the camera as Randy pulled her up by her hair, backhanded her across the face, and yanked her out of the room by her hair.  The footage went black and Paul completely came unglued.  Grabbing the first object he could find, Paul hauled it at the nearest wall and shoved Mark a good five feet away from him when the Deadman tried to restrain him.  “THAT MOTHERFUCKER IS GOING TO PAY WITH HIS LIFE FOR EVEN FUCKING WITH MY WIFE!!!” Paul screamed as he started tearing apart the rest of the hotel room they were currently in.

While all of this was going on, all Marc and the Deadman could do was sit there, trying to figure out why they didn’t find a single tape on Namine’s disappearance.  Suddenly, something snapped inside Marc’s head as he bolted up off the chair he was sitting in and shouted at all three men, “Follow me!  I know how to find out who took Namine!”

Before Mark, Paul, and David could stop the youngster, he was already out the door and they immediately followed, hoping to finally get a clue as to where Namine was.  They knew who took Stephanie and Angie, but that wasn’t going to help them if Namine was with the girls too.  They had to find out and get the girls back fast before something awful happened to them.

Little did they know just how late they already were.

Chapter 8

A tall man walked up the steps of the Callaway household and rang the doorbell twice, holding a manila envelope full of information, and sighed heavily when his client answered the door.  Mark Callaway stood before him with guilt ridden eyes and asked, “Have you found anything?”

Taking his glasses off and placing them in his jacket pocket, the man replied, “Yes, I know where the girls are.”

The cup of coffee that Mark had been holding suddenly fell to the concrete below as tears welled up in his emerald green eyes and said immediately, “Come in, Detective Morse.”

He nodded as he walked inside the four story mansion behind Mark, holding the information in the envelope that was in his hand, and sat down at the dining room table.  He looked up at the big man who was worried about his daughter and said, “Sit down, Mr. Callaway or I won’t tell you what I’ve found out.”

“Just get on with it, Morse!  I want to know where my daughter is and where the girls are!” Mark growled as he slammed his hands down on the glass dining room table, cracking it in four places and Detective Morse knew better than to push his luck.

He opened the manila envelope and emptied the contents out of it, showing photo after photo, and they made Mark sick to his stomach to say the least.  There his daughter was, forced outside in the cold rain in her naked form, and there were lashing marks all over her body.  The fury in Mark’s eyes erupted once again as he looked at her, growling ferociously, and took the nearest object as he hurled it against the wall. 

David and Paul walked in the house at that moment, seeing the lamp shatter against the wall, and that caused Marc to run down the stairs.  He’d been staying with Mark throughout this entire kidnapping situation and sighed heavily as David asked, “Okay, what did we miss?”

Morse stood up from the dining room table, leaving the contents spread all over it, and stated, “We found the girls.”

That news caused Marc to come unglued as he ran down the rest of the stairs, grabbed the detective by his shirt collar, and shouted, “Where are they?!  Where’s Namine!?  I swear to God if he’s hurt her, I’ll kill him with my bare hands!”

“Whoa sport, calm down.” Paul stepped in as he went to pull Marc away from the detective, but then something caught his eye.

It was a photo of Stephanie.  There were photos of all the girls, but the worst ones of them all were of Namine.  Paul closed his eyes as he touched the photo, seeing her round stomach starting to form, and immediately walked out of the dining room, wanting to be alone right now.  David seen this and looked at the photos, feeling sorry for Namine, but the sight of his wife made him sick to his stomach.  She was paper thin and very pale and he knew it was going to be too late to kill off the cancer now.  It’d been too long and it was his entire fault.

Marc immediately released Detective Morse as he looked down at the photos, feeling sick to his stomach as he picked one up, and couldn’t believe what he saw.  It was Namine, but she’d been beaten and looked very weak.  He looked at all of the pictures and looked at the detective as he said, “I want to know where she is.  I want to save her from his wrath.”

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For the next three months, Mark fulfilled his words proud and true.  He beat Namine every morning and night with his big, thick black belt and her blood would always end up somewhere on his body.  Surprisingly enough, Matt would come in afterwards and clean up the mess, tend to her wounds, and whisper apology after apology to her.  All Namine could do was close her eyes and not give up hope that her father would soon find them.  Stephanie was now three months pregnant and beginning to show, much to Randy’s dismay and Angie was getting sicker from the cancer in her body.  She had none of her medications with her so the cancer was killing her faster. 

Matt finally decided he had to do something for Angie, not having the heart to even touch her with how sick she was, so he went to Mark one evening.  There was the master mind behind the whole kidnapping as he sat on his black leather couch, watching a movie, and thinking about Namine no doubt.  Taking a deep, shaky breath, Matt entered the living room and asked, “Hey man, can we talk for a minute?”

Looking up at one of his most loyal friends, Mark smiled as he nodded and said, “Sure, man, but hang on, I need something to drink.  Want one?” He asked, making Matt shake his head in response to the question, and Mark shrugged as he got himself a beer and shut the refrigerator door.

Matt leaned on the arm of the black leather chair that matched the living room set and sighed heavily, running a hand through his curly locks, and said, “Look Mark, I understand your vendetta against Namine, but we have a problem with Stephanie and Angie.  Angie has cancer.  She told me and she’s getting sicker by the minute, man.  Stephanie is three months pregnant too.  I think it would be best if we just left those two alone, let them go back to their husbands, and keep Namine.”

Tapping his chin deep in thought, Mark nodded in agreement as he walked over to the window, seeing it was pouring rain outside, and replied after a few moments of silence, “I get what you’re saying, Matt, but what you don’t understand is that I want Paul and David to pay as well.  What better way is that then having his ill wife and Stephanie in our hands?” Mark asked, making Matt shake his head as he stood up to his full height, glaring hatefully at the man who he thought was his friend, but all Matt seen at that moment was a cold, heartless monster.

“Goddamn it Mark, don’t you get it!?  She’s DYING and Stephanie is pregnant!  We can’t do anything with them!  If Randy tries something with Stephanie, she’s bound to lose the baby and Angie can’t even stand on her own two fuckin’ feet!  I say we just release them and just focus all of our energy on Namine.” Matt shouted, trying to get Mark to understand the severity of the situation, and closed his eyes when he seen Mark shake his head in response.

“Matt, Matt, Matt…” Mark said softly as he walked away from the window and over to the man who he thought was his friend just as a bolt of lightening lit up the darkened room.  He patted the man on the shoulder as he smiled at him and said, “I understand how much you care for these women…” He trailed off again as he pulled something out of his back pocket, making Matt uneasy with this situation, and went to say something, but it was too late.

Before Matt could utter another word, Mark quickly whipped out his pocket knife that was pure silver and slid it right in the center of Mark’s abdomen.  His hand shook with pure adrenaline as he closed his eyes and whispered deadly into Matt’s ear, “You’re weak, you’ve always been weak, and I’m tired of carrying you around.  These women will pay with their lives if that’s what it takes to get my final revenge on Paul, David, and Mark Callaway.” He then slid the bloodied knife that was covered in Matt’s fluids out of his stomach, causing Matt to stumble back as he looked down in shock, and fell to the floor as death claimed his body.

Maniacal laughter erupted from Mark’s mouth as he looked down at the knife in his hand and brought it up to his mouth, licking Matt’s blood off of it, and groaned in response, “Simply delicious, but not as enticing as her blood.  RANDALL!!!” Mark bellowed, causing Randy to bolt through the doors moments later, and looked down as he backed away from the corpse of his one good friend, Matt Morgan.

“Man, what the fuck…” Randy went to say, but Mark held his hand up, shaking his head in response, and held up the knife he’d killed Matt with only moments ago.

“Take his body and bury it in the backyard.  Do yourself a favor, Randy, and forget you ever saw anything or you’ll end up just like him.” Mark stated in a threatening tone of voice as he walked out of the living room, leaving Randy with the mess, and headed toward Namine’s bedroom.  ‘I have to taste her.’ Mark thought as he entered her bedroom, seeing she was sleeping, and knew this was the perfect opportunity.

Moaning softly in the bed from both the pain her body felt from Mark’s wrath over the last three months and the dream she was having at that moment.  His soft, gentle hands caressing her body as he whispered sweet nothings into her ear, making her feel like a real woman.  She bit her bottom lip as a soft moan escaped her lips and ran her hands down his muscled up back, wishing he’d do more to her.

Mark was taken aback by what Namine was doing, but didn’t argue against it.  Instead, he went with his gut instinct and started to trail his hands up her sides, making sure not to hurt her since she was finally submitting to him.  He smirked as he carefully lifted the blanket off of her body, throwing it to the floor, and licked his lips at her naked form.  The lash marks from his belt were slowly fading, since he’d taken it easy on her the last few weeks so he didn’t kill her, and started to kiss the healed ones gently.  He smiled at the soft moans that escaped her lips and continued to onslaught. 

Namine opened her legs for invitation when the onslaught of his touch continued, wanting him to take her now before she exploded without him.  She ran her hands down her body and moaned out softly, “Mmm Marc…”

Thinking it was his name that she was moaning; Mark had the biggest grin on his face as he whispered in her ear, “I’m here, baby.  Just lay back and relax.”

She licked her lips hungrily as she felt his hands on her thighs, feeling her legs spread apart, and gasped at the size of his huge, engorged manhood against her dripping wet sex.  Mark smirked as he slowly started to slide inside of her, lifting her legs up over her head, and started to slowly thrust in and out of her.  He reached over, seeing she was still fully into the dream, and took one of her hardened nipples into his mouth, smoothing it out with his warm saliva, and grinned when she moaned his name yet again.

“Faster Marc, please…” She moaned a little louder, not ever feeling this incredible with a man before, and wished it would never end.  She looked into his piercing blue eyes and seen something in them that made her suddenly freeze in spot.

The warm blue orbs turned into an evil, sadistic green, and the face suddenly became clear.  It was Mark’s face and Namine started screaming, trying to buck him off of her, and popped her eyes open.  Tears instantly slid down her cheeks as she seen him still thrusting in and out of her and she started fighting him, not wanting him anywhere near her, especially inside, and screamed, “NO!  GET OFF OF ME, YOU MONSTER!  STOP IT!”

Mark growled out as his release started to build and thrusted harder and faster inside of her, ignoring her screams, and groaned at how tight her pussy had gotten.  It was wrapping around his shaft like a blanket, making his balls start to tingle with pure pleasure, and continued what he was doing to her.  Namine could do nothing, absolutely nothing, but lay there on the bed and take what Mark was giving to her.  Her screaming continued, no matter how hoarse her voice was, not about to give up without the fight of her life. 

She wouldn’t win this battle though as Mark growled out one final time and thrusted one final time deep inside her now dry sex, hitting her back wall with the tip of his throbbing cock, and exploded his seed.  It splashed against her walls as her pussy milked him for all it was worth, and Mark finally leaned down after putting her legs back on the bed and said, “I told you you’d surrender to me.  Thank you for the bout, beautiful.” He then roughly kissed her lips, making her squirm beneath his touch, and cried out when he backhanded her across the face.

He then stood up from the bed and walked out of her room, slamming the door behind him with his dick still hanging out, and stated as he looked at a pregnant Stephanie, “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll allow Randy to fuck your brains out like I just did with Namine, or you’ll lose your baby.” He then walked into the bathroom and shut the door, leaving Stephanie standing there with tears spilling down her cheeks.

She wiped them away and quickly ran toward Namine’s bedroom door, but was stopped from behind by Randy, and immediately backed up away from him.  He was covered from head to toe in mud and his body was dripping with water from the storm that was going on outside.  There was a shovel in his hand as lightening lit up the entire house from the windows, revealing his dangerous, deadly blue eyes, and backed up more away from him.  Randy Orton wasn’t Randy Orton anymore.

He was a monster now.

Chapter 9

After the murder of Matt, it was time to change the plan a little.  Jindrak already knew that Namine’s father and the husband’s of Stephanie and Angie had hired a detective.  He went by the name Morse and Jindrak knew they had already found the location where the girls were being held hostage.  Angie was dying fast so they were going to drop her off, knowing it wasn’t worth the trouble of a cancer victim, and knew the perfect plan. 

“We’re going to drop her off at Callaway’s house, leave her on the lawn, and speed away toward the next arena.” Mark stated as he finished tying Namine and Stephanie together while Angie lay in the back unconscious.

Biting his bottom lip in worry, Randy looked back at the leader of their two man posse, and replied, “Man, are you sure about that?  What if they find out what we have planned next?” He asked, worry evident in his voice, and that made Stephanie and Namine smile to themselves.

Screaming sounded in the backseat as Mark turned a corner too sharply, causing the girls to topple over on their sides, and got smacked in the arm for their trouble.  Namine growled under her breath as she tried to get her wrists loose from the rope, but it was no use.  She managed to get a glance at Stephanie and whispered, “Are you okay?”

“No, not with all this toppling I’m doing.  What if I lose the baby, Namine?” Stephanie whispered back, tears gathering in her eyes, and closed them as they slowly slid down her cheeks.  She knew better than to start crying and making a sound because Randy had already beaten her up on more than one occasion.  “This is a nightmare!” Stephanie whispered harshly as she tried to get out of the ropes as well when something caught her eye.  “Namine, don’t move.” Stephanie warned, making Randy and Jindrak look in their rearview mirror, and the car suddenly screeched to a halt. 

Stephanie bolted up, causing Namine to go with her because they were tied back to back to each other, and Stephanie began freaking it.  It was the biggest spider she’d ever seen in her life as she screamed at Randy and Jindrak to get them out of the car.  Jindrak bolted out of the car along with Randy and they both laughed at the girls as the spider came closer and closer to them.

“Oh God!  It’s coming closer!” Stephanie shouted scared to death of anything that crawled on more than four legs. 

Namine was the same way and actually had arachnophobia, which made her freak out even more as she started kicking the door, screaming at the top of her lungs, “LET US OUT!”

The creature started coming closer and actually touched Stephanie’s leg, making her scream out in fright, and hauled off, kicking it away from her, and begged Namine, “Please open that door!  It’s coming back!”

Closing her eyes, Namine kicked the door one final time, using all the power she had in her body, and kicked the door open.  Both girls went piling out of the car and into the cold, wet grass and Namine silently thanked the man upstairs for allowing her access to freedom away from the spider.  Stephanie was lucky that Namine hadn’t landed on her too. 

Randy and Jindrak looked at both the women before them in shock and looked at each other and then back at them, hoping the door to the car wasn’t broken.  Namine glared at her kidnapper with pure malice flowing through her eyes as she stated heatedly, “Thanks for getting us almost poisoned!”

“What the fuck are you talking about being poisoned?” Jindrak retorted, growing irritated of Namine’s mouth already, but she wouldn’t shut up.

Namine nodded at the spider that was now crawling out of the car and toward some unknown destination.  It wasn’t a regular spider though.  Namine took a deep breath before answering Jindrak’s smartass question, “That spider is called a black widow.  They mate with male spiders and then kill them afterwards.  Those are poisonous and if you get bitten by one, you have an hour to live unless you get to a nearby hospital with a special anecdote.  So once again, thank you almost getting us killed.”

Rolling his eyes at Namine, Jindrak snapped his fingers and stated as he pointed toward the car, “Get back in there now.  We have to make it before the day is through and drop off your sick friend, Angie.  She’s no longer of use to us.”

“What about me?!  I’m pregnant you jackasses!” Stephanie shouted at them, outraged that they wouldn’t release her, and cried out in pain when Randy backhanded her across the face.  Her head whipped to the side, cracking her neck in four places, and the blow split her bottom lip in half.

“SHUT UP and get in the damn car, bitch!” Randy growled at her as he forced both girls back into the car and then got in the passenger seat before Mark pulled away and toward Mark Callaway’s house to drop Angie off.  The whole way there, all Stephanie could think about was her husband and how much she desired to be back in his arms again.  ‘You’ll pay for everything you’ve done, Orton.  Trust me, you’ll pay.’ She thought as she looked out the window once again and winced as the tears stung her bruised cheek.

The rest of the ride was made in silence complete silence and soon, all five individuals were in Houston, Texas.  Jindrak knew exactly where to go, considering how long him and Namine had dated, and started going over the plan with Randy once again.  They pulled up to Mark’s ranch about two hours later and Randy immediately got out of the car, leaving the door open incase they had to jet fast, and popped the trunk.  He looked down, seeing a sleeping and deathly looking Angie curled up in a tight ball, and growled.  He rolled his eyes as he lifted her up from the trunk and set her down in the freezing wet grass before jumping back in the car and shouted, “DRIVE!”

Jindrak squealed his tires out of Mark’s yard and down the road, leaving Angie to die in the grass, and went on to the next arena, where they would set up the next plot to their master plan.  What they didn’t know was that Paul had seen them drive away because of the skid marks Jindrak had left.

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Detective Morse did as Marc asked and gave him all the information on where the girls were located.  He looked over the information thoroughly and growled, not believing where Jindrak had taken them, and ran a hand through his hair in frustration.  It was deep in the woods somewhere in the mountains in Utah and it looked like it was a maze on how to get there. 

Marc looked at the detective and asked in astonishment, “Are you serious, man?  This is where they are?”

“The perimeter on the location shows that you can’t drive up there because it’s already started to snow.  You’ll have to hike if you’re going up there to save them.” Morse informed just as Paul, David, and Mark came walking back into the kitchen.

Sighing heavily to himself and running his hands over his face, Marc nodded and said, “Let’s do it.  We’re running out of time.”

“Do what exactly?  What’s going on, Morse?” Mark asked, crossing his huge, tattooed covered arms in front of his chest as he stared at the youngster, along with Paul and David, intently.

Detective Morse sighed as he ran a hand through his hair and said, “I just told Marc that I know where the girls are, but its going to be very difficult and take time to get to them.  Where they’re located is really rough because it’s begun to snow, which means you can’t drive up there in a flash.  You’ll have to park your car and hike about three days we’re estimating to get to them.  If you’re not up to the task, you can always wait until the snow melts, but it could be too late by then.” He was being one hundred percent honest with them, knowing the task at hand could potentially kill them.  He didn’t want anything happening to his clients.

Tears burned in David’s eyes as he sniffled a little, trying to hold them back, and replied, “It might already be too late for my wife…” He finally couldn’t hold it in anymore and broke down, sitting in the nearest chair he could find, and put his face in his hands as he began to cry. 

Paul patted David’s shoulders, knowing Angie was dying, and wished they would just let her go.  The medication wasn’t with her, that much David knew, and if she went much longer without taking the, the cancer would kill her.  David sighed heavily as he closed his eyes, wishing she was in his arms at that moment, and suddenly, the front door burst open.

Coughing and frozen solid, Angie crawled on the floor on her hands and knees, feeling her entire body give out on her, but managed to whisper out, “David…”

All four men rushed into the living room and David was shocked at who he seen on the floor.  “ANGIE!” He shouted and slid on the floor on her side, cradling her frozen body to his warmth, and let tears flow down his face freely.  “Someone get me her medication, NOW!” He commanded, checking her pulse, and sighed with great relief when he felt she still had one.  “Hold on, baby.  We’re getting them for you.” David whispered as Paul set the bag down beside Angie, making David release her so he could find her medication. 

After prepping the needle with the medication in it, David held his wife close as he found the vein in her arm and slowly let the liquid drain into her body.  Angie closed her eyes, groaning a little at the prick in her arm from the needle, but couldn’t even protest even if she wanted to.  She simply snuggled up to her husband’s warm body and fell into a deep slumber. 

When he felt Angie fall asleep in his arms, David carefully and gently picked her up, carrying her upstairs to the bedroom that he’d been sleeping in.  He seen how pale she was and started to cry again, wishing he could’ve been there for her, and started to think about how she got her in the first place.  He held her hand and gently caressed it, silently vowing to never let anything bad happen to her, and leaned over as he pressed a soft kiss to her lips.

“I’m here for you now, Angie.  Now and forever.” David whispered as he lay down beside her, wrapped her up in his strong, secure, and warm arms, and closed his eyes, letting sleep finally claim his body for the first time in months.

Meanwhile, downstairs in the living room, Namine’s father, Marc, Paul, and Detective Morse were at a loss for words.  The same question was going through every one of their minds and there was no answer for it, which made it even more frustrating.  How did Angie escape and end up at Mark’s house of all places?

Paul walked over to the window and looked out, seeing it was beginning to rain outside, and something caught his eye.  He opened the front door and looked out, seeing the skid marks in Mark’s yard, and growled low from the back of his throat.  Turning around and staring at the other three men, Paul stated, “They dropped her off.”

“How do you know that, Levesque?” Mark asked, using his last name, and walked over when Paul summoned him with a wave of his hand.  As Mark looked out the door, he seen the tire marks and his blood began to boil furiously.  He looked back over at Detective Morse and stated, “They’re not in the mountains anymore.  I want them found or ELSE!”

Chapter 10

Surreal was the only word that could describe how David felt as he stared down the six feet deep hole that had been dug up the previous day.  He still couldn’t believe what had happened and felt sick to his stomach.  It had been three months since his wife was brought back to him and he did everything in his power to help heal her, but it wasn’t enough.  The cancer had destroyed her body inside and out with the kidnapping situation.  She hadn’t been taking her medications regularly and that’s what killed her. 

She didn’t kill herself; Mark Jindrak, Randy Orton, and Matt Morgan were the perpetrators of this crime.  As David stared down at the pure white casket that his wife’s lifeless body rested in, his anger started to course through his veins.  His eyes narrowed to dangerous slits as his fists clenched and unclenched at his sides. 

“As God as my witness, Angela, I’ll make them pay for what they did to you…to us.  I love you forever, baby.  Rest in peace.” David whispered to his wife as he bent down, holding a single black rose in his hand, and tossed it in the hole, making it land on the top of the coffin.

Paul closed his eyes as he watched David toss the rose in the ground and could feel the anger radiating off of his best friend.  He couldn’t believe Angela was dead and gone from their lives and hoped the same thing didn’t happen to his precious Stephanie.  She was six months pregnant now and he wondered how she was holding up. 

Was she being fed right? 

Were they were taking somewhat care of her? 

Paul ran a hand through his hair as he started thinking about all the horrible things Randy was probably putting his wife through and that angered him more than words could say.  All he wanted to do was hold Stephanie in his arms and press his ear to her stomach to feel the being that he helped create move against his touch.  Shaking the thoughts out of his head, Paul walked over to David and placed his hand on the big man’s shoulder, sighing when he felt nothing, but tension. 

He looked down at the hole were Angela would forever rest and softly said, “I’m sorry about Angie, man.  She was an angel to all of us and I know she’ll watch over the girls.”

Nodding at Paul’s statement and finally looking up from the grave, David turned his head to the side and watched the expression on Mark’s face.  The Deadman was going stir crazy wondering where his daughter was and David felt sorry for him and Paul.  Even though he had lost the love of his life, at least he got to spend the last remaining months with her.  The girls had been gone for six months now and it had been three months since Angie had been dropped off at Callaway’s house.

Detective Morse was trying everything in his power to track down the girls, but every time they would come within an inch of finding them, Jindrak and Orton would already be gone along with Namine and Stephanie.  Mark was getting fed up with all of these dead ends and felt something in the pit of his stomach that wasn’t right.  There was something about Detective Morse that didn’t settle with him right, but Mark couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

The more he thought about, the more pissed off Mark became as he walked over to David and stated, “I need to talk to both of you now.  It’s about Morse.”

That sparked both Paul and David’s interest greatly as they walked away from the gravesite and slowly walked back to the car while Mark started to talk.  “How do you two feel about Detective Morse and be honest with me.”

David was the first to speak up as his brown eyes narrowed to slits once again and stated, “I don’t trust him.  There’s just something about that guy I’ve never liked.  Angie coming back to me was one thing, but did you both notice how he didn’t even seem surprised by the fact that she was back with me again?” He asked, causing both Paul and Mark to start thinking as they stroked their goatees in thought.

The more both men thought about it, the more David’s example made sense.  Detective Morse wasn’t shocked when Angie came crawling through the door of Mark’s house.  Neither Mark nor Paul seen that observation and they were shocked that David had since his wife was in bad condition in the first place.  Come to think of it, Morse didn’t even get up and make sure Angie was okay.  He just sat at the kitchen table and read over his paperwork like nothing big had happened.

Paul finally spoke up after a few moments of silence between the three men and asked “Do you think Morse might be connected to the kidnapping of the girls?”

Mark’s hand dropped from his goatee along with David as they both stared at Paul, who looked like a deer caught in the headlights, and the light bulb started to click in their heads.  Cracking his knuckles, Mark let out a dangerous growl and stated, “I think its time we had a little chat with Detective Morse and his so called evidence.”

Paul and David agreed as the three men left the cemetery, after saying one last goodbye to Angela, and were on their way back to Houston, Texas.  RAW was being performed there that night and Paul had a match.  Mark and David were on Smackdown!, but they normally traveled with Paul anyway and went to the RAW show.  It happened that way a lot with most of the wrestlers since there were a lot of friendship ties between both brands. 

The plane ride was long and grueling, since the funeral for Angela was all the way in Washington D.C., where David lived.  He had taken Angela home a few days after her drop off at Mark’s house, wanting to spend as much time with her that he could.  He knew she wouldn’t survive considering she had been missing for three months without her medication.  David made another vow on the way to RAW and that was that he was not going to let what happened to Angela happen to Namine and Stephanie.

Four hours later and the men had arrived at the arena, where unbeknownst to them, the girls were being held captive in a dark dressing room deep in the arena.  Randy was being forced to compete that night or he was going to be fired, courtesy of Stephanie’s father, Vincent Kennedy McMahon.  Randy’s opponent was a mystery though and this worried the self-proclaimed Legend Killer.

Randy quickly got ready for his match and looked over at the girl’s hired bodyguard, whose identity was being kept secret, and rolled his eyes when the cell phone started to ring.  It was the bodyguard’s as he flipped it open; smirking at the girls as they tried to scream for help, but being gagged and tied back to back was a bit of a problem for them.  The man held his finger to his lips as he flipped open his cell phone on the third ring, and rolled his eyes when he heard that familiar tone of voice.

“Uhhh yeah, yeah I can meet you at the arena.  I’m in the middle of doing something right now.  Uh huh, okay well since Paul has to wrestle, how about we meet up after his match?  Uh huh, alright I’ll talk to you then.  Don’t worry I’m on it, Callaway.  Bye.” The man ended the call and shut his cell phone, making both Randy and Jindrak look at him with quirked eyebrows.  He stood up from his chair and said, “I think we might have a problem with the plan you had orchestrated tonight, boys.  Get the girls out of here.  They’re on their way here.”

“Fuck!” Jindrak snapped, stomping his foot on the cement floor of the dressing room, and as soon as Namine heard that, a spark lit up in her eyes that had been dead for six long months. 

She started squirming her hands in the bounds that they had put on her, but not enough to get the monster’s attentions.  Stephanie felt what she was doing and started to help her when an idea popped into her mind.  Looking down at her protruding pregnant stomach and closing her eyes, Stephanie said a silent prayer before screaming out in pure and agonizing pain through her gag.  Both Randy and Jindrak stopped as they looked at her with stunned expressions on their faces.  The secret man who had been helping them all along started to panic, especially seeing she was pregnant, and immediately started to wonder if she was in premature labor.

He looked up at both men and stated, “She needs to go to the hospital.  She might be in premature labor.”

Randy’s eyes bugged out of his head as he shot a glare over at Jindrak, who was pacing furiously back and forth, and knew he had to make a decision.  When he made it a few moments later, he smirked down at both of the girls and stated, “We’ll allow Stephanie to go, but Namine stays.”

“Hell no!  I want Stephanie for myself, man!  You promised me!” Randy snapped at his partner, causing Jindrak to roll his eyes as he shoved the man away from him.

“I didn’t promise you shit!  I said you could have Stephanie as far as sex went, but I didn’t know she was knocked up already.  I’m sure you can find some other piece of ass to fuck, Randy, but we can’t allow her to lose the baby.  After all, we already made Batista lose his wife.” Jindrak stated and started laughing; causing Randy and the mystery man to chuckle along with him, but the girls just started crying to themselves in silence.

“His cheating, backstabbing wife that is.” Randy commented, causing both Stephanie and Namine’s heads to snap up, and stared at the Legend Killer in shock.

Jindrak let a slow, sadistic smile form on his lips as he licked them with his tongue and nodded as he said, “For a cancer victim, she sure was a fine piece of ass.  Morgan got the best of her and then it was you, right?” He asked Randy, who simply nodded in response and the girls felt chunks rising in their throats.

Angela had slept with both Randy AND Jindrak willingly?

Running a hand through his hair, the mystery man smirked as he looked at both of his partners in crime he was working for and added, “I wish I could’ve tried her out since she was a good slut unlike these two.” He started eyeing Namine with hungry eyes and added once again, “Especially that fine looking one that’s Callaway’s daughter.”

Jindrak immediately shoved the man away from Namine, who looked at him in somewhat of shock, and lowered her head as he stated dangerously, “You stay away from her.  She’s mine and ONLY mine, got it?”

Choking out a yes, Jindrak released the man who had helped them keep the girls away from the men for so long, and looked at the clock that was on the far wall.  It was nearing eight o’clock and Randy’s match was in five minutes.  As if on cue, a stage technician knocked on the door a few seconds later and shouted, “Five minutes, Orton!”

Completely forgetting about Stephanie, the men started to head out, when a light bulb started to click in their minds.  Jindrak untied the girls and yanked Namine to her feet, smirking at her wickedly, and ran a finger down her cheek before stating, “Since we’ll be alone in here, I think Randy should take Stephanie down to the ring with him for his match.”

Randy stared at him in shock, not believing what he just said, and pointed out cockily, “Uhhh Mark, that’s going to be a bit of a problem considering Paul, is IN THE BUILDING!”

Tapping Randy’s cheek with his hand, Jindrak smirked at him and retorted back, “What can he do if his wife’s life is put on the line along with his baby’s?”

Tears instantly slid down Stephanie’s cheeks as Randy pushed her out the door, causing Namine to stare after her with fear ridden eyes, and closed her eyes when the door closed behind them.  She looked over at the mystery man and couldn’t help herself any longer.  Ripping her arm out of Jindrak’s grip, Namine ran over and tackled the mystery man as she screamed, “YOU STUPID SON OF A BITCH!  HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?  HOW COULD YOU!?”

Jindrak pulled her off of him by her hair, causing another scream to erupt from her mouth, and unbeknownst to both the mystery man and Jindrak, David had been wandering the halls and heard the scream.  Hauling back and backhanding Namine across the face, Jindrak smirked at her as he watched her body crash to the concrete floor once again, and looked up at the mystery man before stating dangerously, “Get out of here.  I want some alone time with my soon-to-be wife.”

The man simply nodded and walked out of the door, hearing his cell phone start to ring again, and didn’t even get it in time because he was knocked unconscious from behind.  Dangerous, dark brown eyes stared down at the betrayer who had helped Jindrak and Orton escape time and time again with the girls and looked at the closed door as he heard Namine’s screams once again.  Deciding to take matters into his own hands, David walked over to the door after dragging the limp body of the betrayer behind a curtain, and mentally counted to three.  When he arrived at number three, David took his boot and kicked the arena door in, causing a scream to come from Namine’s mouth as Jindrak started ripping her shirt off her body. 

“GET OFF OF HER RIGHT NOW, JINDRAK!”

Chapter 11

Jindrak groaned as he started to enter Namine, slapping her across the face with a sick smirk plastered on his lips, and growled out, "Goddamn baby, you're so tight against me..."

Namine started screaming louder; hoping and praying someone heard her. She couldn't allow this monster to force her into submission again, especially after he'd already done it for six months straight. It was like clockwork. She'd be forced out of bed around five in the morning and he would rape her. Then she would be forced to clean the entire area where they were being held captive.

After that, Mark would make her cook breakfast from scratch as well as lunch with Stephanie's help. They couldn't force her to do too much because she was pregnant. If Namine tried to fight him in any way, shape, or form, she wouldn't eat. After breakfast and lunch was over with, Jindrak would drag her upstairs again and rape her three times before finally leaving her unconscious on the floor in her prison.

Stephanie would be forced up to her room, where she would be able to watch television with Randy. Namine was grateful to Randy in a way for not forcing Stephanie to have sex with him. She knew if Stephanie wasn't pregnant, Randy wouldn't think twice about it, but she was grateful to him nonetheless for having somewhat of a heart.

Her thoughts were cut in half when she was backhanded once more, causing her entire face to whip to the side, and that only made her scream louder. Just as her monster was about to hit her again, the door was kicked open in the secret dressing room she was being held in and there stood a dangerous, deadly looking David in the doorway.

"GET OFF OF HER RIGHT NOW, JINDRAK!" David roared, causing Jindrak's head to whip up as he looked over his shoulder, and immediately released Namine. The shocked expression on his face was something Namine wanted to take a picture with, but she resisted as she scurried out of harm's way.

Taking two strides to him, David hauled off and uppercut Jindrak right in the face, causing him to fly in the air and land on his back with a sickening thud. Namine gasped as she watched David lift the pathetic excuse for a man in the air by his throat and let him stand, decking him in the stomach a few times, and then in the face. Blood immediately started pouring from his mouth as it spewed on the walls and on David's hard rock, chiseled chest.

Mark Jindrak was going to pay for the kidnapping of both Namine and Stephanie as well as Angie's death.

Watching in awe and silence as the tears poured freely down her cheeks, Namine could only watch David destroy the monster who had kidnapped her six months ago. It had been the worst six months of her life and Namine could only hope and pray it ended on this night. Stephanie suddenly popped in her mind as her eyes widened in shock and looked up as the light bulb in her head finally clicked. A half smile came to her lips as she finally realized what was about to happen.

Picking up a half conscious Jindrak, David hauled off and threw him against the nearest wall, causing his body to fall through the coffee table that was made of glass. The glass shattered everywhere, causing some to slice through David's skin, but it didn't phase him. He looked down at his handy work and smirked before looking over at a frightened Namine and walked over to her.

Bending down and gently lifting her head up from her knees, David stared into her eyes and asked softly, "Are you hurt?"

She shook her head in response, causing David to nod, and walked back over to the man who had stolen the love of his life away from him. David saw nothing, but red as he grabbed Jindrak by the throat and lifted him up, glaring into the man's eyes, and stated, "You're going to pay for what you've done to the girls and...my wife." He had to choke those last two words out as tears of both pain and anger filled his dark, brown eyes.

"It...Doesn’t matter...What you do...to me..." Jindrak coughed out as he let his arms fall at his sides, welcoming the darkness of unconsciousness, and groaned when David threw him on the floor. He coughed more, holding his throat, and finally got out the rest of what he wanted to say, "I still got my revenge..."

Namine heard that and shook her head, slowly stood up with as much energy as her body held, and stated painfully, "Revenge? No, Mark, it wasn't revenge. If anyone deserves revenge between us, it would be me, but I'm not like you. I found someone who completes me in every way and I love him dearly. I thought after what you did to me that my heart would never heal, but it has. You're going to pay for what you did to not only me, but to Stephanie and David and Angie. You killed her and that's murder, Mark. I really hope you know what you've done and I hope you realize that our revenge will be seeing you in prison behind bars where you belong." She leaned against David as her eyes closed and collapsed, her body giving out on her, courtesy of all the punishment Jindrak had inflicted on her for the past six months.

David lifted her up, glaring down at a broken, bloodied Mark Jindrak, and kicked him in the face, knocking him out cold, and stated, "That was for my wife." He then walked out of the room with an unconscious Namine in his arms and headed toward Callaway's dressing room.

Meanwhile in the ring, Randy did the cut throat motion with his hand, causing his entrance music to stop, and peered over at a scared Stephanie. He had her hand firmly in his so she couldn't escape and knew she wouldn't try anything because of the current condition she was in. He put the microphone to his lips, staring up at the entrance, and was about to say something, when music blasted through the speakers.

Vince McMahon came walking out moments later, looking down at his pregnant daughter, and felt the anger welling up in his body. He immediately shouted in the microphone, "Cut my music, damn it!" Once it was off, Vince continued as he pointed toward the ring, "Randy, you've crossed the line this time, pal! You've kept my daughter Stephanie hostage for the past six months, but now, its time for her to come home where she belongs. Randy, if you even THINK about leaving that ring and not competing against your opponent tonight, I will PERSONALLY tell you to your face right here and now that you…ARE FIRED!"

Stephanie's blue eyes lit up as she watched her brilliant father, the owner of the WWE, put her kidnapper in his place. She started to struggle against his hand, trying to get it out of Randy's thick and tightened grasp, but it was no use. She looked up at her dad helpless and simply lowered her head, wishing she was back in her husband's arms.

Randy stared up at his boss in pure shock, not believing the threat Vince had just thrown at him, and shot back in the microphone, "Vince, Vince, Vince, calm down. First of all, I've taken GREAT care of your daughter. I haven't harmed one hair on her head and her child is safe. So you shouldn't have to threaten me in this match because I'm not going to run away like a coward. I'll stand here and face my opponent, beat him within an inch of his life, and then take Stephanie back to the hotel. It's as simple as that. You're daughter belongs to me until I say otherwise and NOBODY is going to stop me!"

A slow, sadistic smirk spread across the face of Vince as he nodded in response and replied back to the cocky employee of his, "Its funny you should say that, Randy because I'd LOVE for you to make this match game over."

As soon as Stephanie heard those words come out of her father's mouth, her eyes lit up like shining stars as her husband's theme entrance music blasted through the speakers. Randy's eyes shot out of his sockets, feeling his jaw drop, and immediately tightened his hand on Stephanie's even more. Paul walked out, wearing a pair of tight, baby blue jeans that looked like a second skin on him and he was holding a sledgehammer. His hair was dripping wet and in the front of his face as he stood there for a minute, taking the atmosphere in.

He finally slammed his head back, letting the water spew out of his mouth to shower him, and stalked down to the ring with his equalizer in hand. He was going to make Randy pay for taking his wife away from him for six months along with his unborn child. The crowd was going completely wild as the lights flashed all around and Paul had his eyes locked and zeroed in on Randy Orton.

Stephanie couldn't help, but let huge tears slide down her cheeks, seeing her husband for the first time in six months, and screamed out, "PAUL!"

Stepping through the ropes and standing in the ring, Paul looked back at Vince and Shane, who had arrived on the scene after Paul walked out. They both stood at the stage with their arms crossed over their chest, wanting to see Randy get what was coming to him. This wasn't about being scripted and pleasing the fans. This was about revenge and getting Stephanie back.

Pointing at the puny, pathetic looking Randy Orton, Paul growled out in a low, dangerous tone of voice, "Let my wife go right now you piece of shit or I'll end your fuckin' career here and NOW."

Out of pure shock and dismay with what was going on, Randy released Stephanie's hand, causing her to look at her husband, and immediately ran in his arms. Paul wrapped his arms around his wife's body, holding her as tight as he could, and felt the tears burn his eyes. He stroked her hair and touched her face as he pulled back a little, making sure she wasn't harmed in any way, and kissed her lips softly.

Paul released her and looked in her eyes as he stated, "Get out of the ring and go to your father and brother. I'm going to make this motherfucker wish he never laid his hands on you."

Hugging her husband one final time and nodding in obedience, Stephanie got out of the ring quickly and ran to her father. Vince took her in his arms and held her tightly, feeling tears sliding down his cheeks, and pulled back as he asked softly, "Are you and my grandchild okay?"

She nodded and turned around, looking back at her husband, and knew she had to watch this. After Paul seen his wife was safe with their family again, he finally turned his attention back to Randy and took the sledgehammer, driving it right in Randy's abdomen. Randy cried out in pain as he bent over, holding his stomach tightly, and got a sledgehammer to the head for his troubles.

Randy fell to the mat as his forehead busted open, causing Paul to smirk wickedly at him, and looked back at his wife before driving his knee right in Randy's face. He wasn't going to let up until Randy's career was over once and for all. After beating him for a good solid five minutes with the sledgehammer, Paul decided it was time he ended this.

He slid out of the ring and took a steel chair that was by the announcer table and got back in, standing over a bloodied and broken Randy, and stated loud enough to where he could hear him, "If you ever mess with my family again, I'll kill you."

Throwing the chair down, Paul put Randy's entire knee into it, and got on the second rope, sitting on the turnbuckle for a minute. He closed his eyes and opened them, feeling a surge of anger coursing through his veins, and looked back at his wife. Stephanie smiled at him with tears sliding down her cheeks and nodded her head, telling him it was okay to do what he was going to do to Randy.

Not having a second thought, Paul jumped off the rope and landed on the chair, snapping Randy's leg completely in half, and a loud scream sounded from the young man's lips. The entire crowd was squirming, not believing what they had just witnessed, and Paul finally leaned down as he whispered in Randy's ear, "I hope it was worth it. I hope kidnapping my wife and endangering both her and my unborn child was worth all this pain, boy. Have a nice life." He then spit on Randy's broken body before sliding out of the ring and stopped, staring up at his wife on the stage, and immediately ran to her.

Stephanie broke away from her father and ran down the ramp as Paul ran up it, making them meet halfway, and Paul pulled his wife in his arms as he held her close. Stephanie closed her eyes as she started crying harshly, trembling against her husband's body, and was glad that he had lifted her up in his arms. He closed his eyes, not believing she was finally back in his arms and whispered against her ear, "I love you so much, baby."

Resting her head against her husband's heart and smiling softly for the first time in six months, Stephanie whispered back to him, "I love you too. Let's go home."

Nodding in response, Paul carried his wife to the back with the crowd going absolutely insane, and Vince sent the EMT's to get that piece of shit out of his ring.

It was over, it was finally over.

Chapter 12

David walked into the dressing room of Namine’s father and seen him shadowboxing with dimmed lights.  His shadow reflected off the wall as he moved swiftly, every punch harsher than the first.  David cleared his throat, getting Mark’s attention, and seen huge tears well up in the big man’s eyes when he saw David holding his daughter. 

Mark swallowed nervously as he slowly walked over to David, who was holding his precious baby girl, and immediately took her in his arms.  She was light as a feather and he seen her complexion wasn’t the greatest.  Also, her shirt was ripped right down the middle and the left side of her cheek had a huge and fresh black and blue bruise on it. 

“Where did you find her?” Mark asked, still not believing his daughter was with him again, and sat down on the couch with her still in his arms.  He never wanted to let her go again.

An angry expression adorned on the face of David when Mark asked that question and simply replied, “Apparently the pathetic pricks weren’t as smart as they thought they were.  They had both Stephanie and Namine held captive in one of the dark dressing rooms in the arena and I had gone for a walk and heard someone screaming.  When I kicked the door open, I saw Jindrak on top of Namine and he was…” He trailed off, not sure if he wanted to tell Namine’s father the rest of the story, but one look from the Deadman told David he wanted to know.  He was raping her, man…”

Looking down at his daughter, Mark ran his finger slowly down his daughter’s cheek, and blinked back the unshed tears in his eyes.  He held her close to his big body and kissed her bruised cheek gently, not wanting to hurt her anymore than Jindrak had.  He couldn’t believe Jindrak would stoop so low to where he had to force Namine to have sex with him.  It was disgusting and inhumane and Mark vowed to make him pay with his life for ever laying a finger on his daughter.

Seeing Mark was deep in thought and staring down at his daughter, David decided it was time to take his leave.  He started to walk out when the door suddenly flung open and there stood an out of breath Marc Predka before them.  He had gone back home to West Newbury, Massachusetts after Mark convinced him to do so, and started working on his music again.

However, every second and moment that Namine was gone, Marc felt a little bit of his heart slowly diminish, but he never gave up hope.  He stared at the father of Namine and gulped nervously, seeing an unconscious Namine before him, and slowly made his way over.  He dropped to his knees, tears glistening in his blue eyes, and slowly ran his finger down her bruised cheek, feeling the anger already welling up in his body. 

“I’m going to beat him within an inch of his fuckin’ life for touching her.” Marc stated hatefully and looked up into Mark’s emerald green orbs, seeing the fire built in them, and knew what was about to happen.

Slowly and carefully standing up with his little girl in his arms, Mark gently laid her on the couch, being extremely cautious, and squared his massive shoulders.  He looked down at the young man who had stood beside him and his daughter since she was kidnapped and asked, “Will you watch over her?  I have to go take care of some business.”

“Absolutely, Mark.  I won’t leave her side.” Marc replied and slid on the couch, carefully sliding behind her, and wrapped his arms around her body.

David witnessed what Predka was doing and quirked his eyebrow up at Callaway, who simply shook his head in response as he walked out.  Glancing over one final time at a sleeping Namine, David took his leave as he watched the Deadman storm down the hallway, and knew this wasn’t good.  He wanted to stop him, but he had other things on his mind as he walked down the hallway toward the exit. 

His mission had been fulfilled with both girls being securely and back safely with their families.

Meanwhile, back in the dressing room, Marc stared down at Namine, running his finger down her arms, and couldn’t help, but start crying.  He couldn’t believe she was back in his arms once again, even though they hadn’t started going out officially.  He was completely in love with her and only hoped she felt the same way about him. 

Namine could feel someone holding her and heard the sniffling in her ear, making a soft moan slowly escape her lips.  Marc was too busy crying to hear her as he held her tighter against his body, causing Namine to cough out a little, and slowly whispered, “Easy big guy, easy.”

Marc’s head shot up from being buried in her neck and looked deep into Namine’s emerald green eyes, feeling the breath leave his body.  A slow smile crept across her face as she lifted her hand up, gently running it against Marc’s face.  No words needed to be spoken between them as Marc stared into her eyes, covering her hand on his cheek with his own, and kissed her wrist.

After a few minutes of silence between them, Marc finally spoke up as he said, “I never gave up hope that I’d see you again.  I knew you were a fighter and would survive through what that son of a bitch did to you.”

“I love you, Marc.” Namine bluntly stated, ignoring the previous statement that came out of his mouth, and she couldn’t help, but giggle at the fish look he had.

Swallowing past the huge lump that had formed in his throat, Marc gulped nervously as he stared into her eyes and finally asked, “Are you sure about that?”

“Positive, I’m sorry we never got a chance to officially date, but you’re the reason why I survived Jindrak’s wrath for so long.  I love you and if you can’t say it back, that’s fine with me, but I wanted to let you know how I felt incase something else happened.” Namine explained softly, her voice incredibly hoarse from all the screaming Jindrak caused her to do earlier on that night.

A huge smile spread across Marc’s face as he took her face delicately and carefully in his hands and said, “I can’t say it back yet, but I will when I get to know you better.”

Namine nodded and smiled, completely understanding about what he said, and looked into his eyes deeply before asking, “Where’s my dad?”

The smile disappeared off of Marc’s face and was replaced with a frown upon hearing Namine’s question.  He ran a hand over his bald head and sighed, wondering how he was going to tell her where he father had went.  ‘She’ll only worry if she finds out so I won’t tell her the truth.’ Marc thought, making up his mind as he said, “He went down to catering for some grub.  He should be back soon.”

Uneasy was the only feeling Namine was experiencing at that moment as she stared into Marc’s eyes and knew immediately he was lying to her.  He couldn’t lie to her even if he tried and the frown was a dead giveaway that something was terribly wrong.  She sighed heavily and ran a hand through her hair, wishing people would stop treating her like a porcelain doll, and felt anger suddenly well up in her body.

Namine pushed Marc away from her and stood up from the couch, placed her hands on her hips, and stated as she stared into his eyes, “If you can’t tell me the truth, then I’ll simply go find my father myself.  I’m sick and tired of being treated like some kind of china doll.  I’m not going to break, Marc!  Now tell me where my father is!” She demanded, causing Marc to sigh heavily as he lowered his eyes to the floor.

“He went to find Jindrak and beat him within an inch of his life.” Marc stated truthfully, causing Namine to break out in trembles, and looked at her boyfriend in shock.

She covered her mouth with her hand and began to pace, chewing on her thumbnail, and closed her eyes, hoping her father wasn’t put away for murder.  It was bad enough that Matt Morgan had lost his life due to Jindrak’s evil plot and twisted mind.  Just the thought of Matt’s death caused Namine to collapse on the ground and she started to sob harshly. 

Marc immediately shot up from the couch and went to her side, holding her in his arms, and wondered what had set her off so suddenly.  He stroked her hair lovingly with his hand, running his fingers through her locks, and held her close to his body.  She needed him now more than ever and Marc was going to be there for her this time.

Violent sobs shook her entire body to the core as Namine started rocking back and forth, wishing she hadn’t looked out of the window she had been kept in for most of her kidnapping.  The same night that Mark had killed Matt was the same night his body was buried in the backyard of that prison by Randy.  Namine had seen Matt’s body thrown into the six foot hole Randy had dug up and she ended up running to the bathroom to vomit. 

That one image caused Namine to react the same way as she shoved Marc away from her, tears pouring down her face, and ran into the bathroom.  Her head ducked in the toilet, holding onto its sides, and vomited once again.  She cried harder as vision after vision of Mark raping and beating her entered her mind.  The harsher the visions came, the harder she vomited.  She was sure she was going to hock up one of her lungs as she continued to vomit and then looked over at the shower.

She had made sure to lock the door behind her as she stood up and  immediately peeled off her clothes.  The reflection staring back at her caused Namine to feel even more pain as she touched her cheek with her hand, wincing at the tiny stabs of pain it brought forth, and started to cry harder.  She threw the clothes she was wearing in the trashcan and turned the shower sprays on steaming hot. 

The steam quickly covered the mirrors and flowed throughout the bathroom as Namine stepped in the sprays, ignoring the pain her body brought forth, and grabbed the nearest washcloth.  Vision after vision entered her mind of Mark forcing her into submission and treating her like an animal as she started scrubbing her body with the washcloth.  Her skin instantly became beat red as she continued to scrub, crying harder and soon the sobs started to come once again. 

She wanted him out of her mind, out of her heart, and out of her life forever.  His touch made her quiver with pure fear and she was going to scrub until she couldn’t feel him on her anymore.  Never again would she submit to him or surrender as she seen her skin was becoming a raw red. 

Finally stopping and sliding down the wall, Namine bent her knees against her chest, and started to cry harshly.  Once her cry was over with, Namine finally stood up from the shower stall, feeling the water was turning cold, and stepped out.  She grabbed a towel nearby and wrapped it around her body, shivering at the coldness of the bathroom, and opened the door as steam flowed out behind her. 

Mark had gotten back and he was wrapping his hands up in gauze.  He didn’t want his daughter to see his bloody and bruised knuckles, but it was too late.  He turned around and seen his distraught daughter before him, stopped what he was doing, and slowly walked over to her.  Namine let out a loud cry as her father took her in his arms and she held onto him for dear life as he lifted her up off the ground.

Letting out a sniffle and feeling the sobs wrack throughout her body, Namine managed to whisper out, “Daddy…”

“I’m here, baby girl.  I’m here now and he’ll never touch you again.” Mark cooed to his daughter as he held her close to his big body, and couldn’t have been anymore grateful to have his daughter in his arms finally.

Six months.

Six long months.

Now it was over and she was finally back where she truly belonged.

Chapter 13

Ringing of her cell phone woke Namine up as her eyes fluttered open and smiled when she felt familiar arms encircle her waist. She sighed in contentment and snuggled up against him, not wanting to be anywhere else at that moment, but knew she had to answer her cell phone. Once her vision become clearer and her eyes adjusted to the darkness of her room, Namine looked at the clock and groaned when she saw it was three o'clock in the morning.

'Who in the world is calling me at THIS hour?' She thought angrily and immediately sat up in bed, grabbed her cell phone off the nightstand, and flipped it open as she stated, "This better be a life or death situation."

"Well would having the baby fall under that category?" Stephanie shot back in her cell phone and wailed out a scream, causing Namine's eyes to widen instantly.

She stumbled out of bed and turned on the light, causing Marc to groan out in annoyance, and growled out, "Turn the damn light off!"

"Marc, get up! Stephanie's having the baby!" Namine screamed out in excitement as she held her cell phone to her ear while Paul talked to her while she slipped into a pair of jeans. "Yes I know, Paul, but you have to breathe. She's going to be fine, but you can't lose your nerve right now, okay?" Namine coached the man she considered a brother and smiled when Paul started to calm down a bit.

Quickly slipping a shirt over her head and staring at Marc, Namine tossed the phone at him and said, "Talk to him. I have to go brush my hair really fast." Before Marc could even utter a response, Namine was already in the bathroom with the door closed.

Marc sighed heavily as he looked at the cell phone and started talking to Paul, hearing the pure fear in his voice, and sighed heavily. He was trying to get into his baggy jeans, but balancing the phone and his own body was too much. The phone fell from his ear and crashed to the floor along with his big body, and caused a loud thud to echo throughout the room.

Namine heard that and rushed out of the bathroom, her eyes widened with fear that something had happened. She immediately started laughing at the predicament her boyfriend had gotten himself into and covered her mouth with her hand when Marc shot a glare at her. That made her laugh even harder as she looked at him and simply shook her head before gathering a few things before they left for the hospital.

Grumbling under his breath, Marc stood up after untangling himself from the phone cord he'd tripped over. The hotel had to do something about their phone cords because as far as Marc was concerned, they were too long. He quickly slipped his jeans on along with a t-shirt. In a matter of minutes, they were both on their way to the hospital and Namine could only hope and pray that Stephanie hadn't had the baby yet.

Meanwhile, at the hospital...

Sweat was pouring down Stephanie's face as Paul stood right beside her, holding her hand, and groaned inwardly when she started squeezing it again. He thought for sure his hand was either going to pop off his wrist or it was going to explode. He never realized how strong his wife was until he felt her squeeze his hand once again.

"Fuck, is this ever going to end?" Stephanie breathed out as she lay back on the hospital bed and tried to catch her breath.

Paul bit back a chuckle as he wiped the sweat off of his wife's forehead with a damp, cold washcloth and replied, "I hope so, baby. I hate seeing you in this much pain."

"Ditto...OH FUCK!" Stephanie replied and then screamed out again, gripping her husband's hand, and squeezed her eyes shut tightly as another contraction ripped through her abdomen.

"I think this is it! You gotta push, Stephanie! The baby's head is almost out!" The doctor coached her, causing her to squeeze Paul's hand until it turned purple, and the pain made one of Paul's knees buckle.

While Paul was feeling excruciating pain from his wife, Marc and Namine had screeched to a halt at the hospital and ran out after parking the car. She couldn't miss this, especially since she was going to be the baby's godmother. Marc chased after Namine into the hospital, knowing she was anxious to find out if Stephanie and the baby were alright, but he didn't want her out of his sight.

It had been three months since Namine and Stephanie came back to their families and where they truly belonged and Marc had watched over Namine like a hawk. He had given up on his music career, deciding she was more important than that, but Namine refused to let him do so.

She had told him that it was the most important thing to him in the world to write and record music so they compromised. Namine ended up moving to West Newbury after arguing with her father for countless days. The entire move was a nightmare because Mark would hide some of Namine's cherished items, but she found them and told him to get out of her life if he was going to keep treating her the way he had.

His thoughts were split in half when he found Namine at the nurse's station, asking about Stephanie's condition, and walked up behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and whispered in her ear, "Let's go sit down and wait. They're not going to tell you anything right now."

Knowing Marc was right and sticking her lip out in a pout, Namine finally obliged as she allowed Marc to guide her into the lobby area and sat down in one of the chairs. Namine couldn't stand still though as she started pacing, chewing on her thumbnail, and looked up when she heard someone walk into the lobby. Her eyes immediately widened when she seen David Batista before her.

Not having a second thought, Namine ran into his arms and hugged him tightly, tears welled up in her eyes, not believing he was there. David had disappeared the night he'd brought Namine back to safety with her father and Marc and no one had heard a word from him in three months. David had some thinking to do so he went back to Washington D.C., where he had spent the last few years of happiness with his late wife, Angela.

David peered over at Marc, who was sitting in one of the chairs reading a magazine, and looked down at Namine. He wrapped his strong, secure arms around her, holding her close to his big body, and sighed heavily to himself. After what Marc had done to Namine, David was going to stick around and make sure the son of a bitch didn't break her heart the same way Jindrak had.

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David had decided on doing some traveling and he somehow ended up in West Newbury, Massachusetts. He had forgotten about Marc living there and didn't know that Namine had moved in with him not even a month after her return. David had been walking down the sidewalk of the county, admiring the natural beauty it possessed, and stopped dead in his tracks when he seen Marc on the street.

He had his arms wrapped around a woman and David smiled, knowing it was probably Namine, and started to walk away from the couple, when something caught his eye. The woman Marc was holding didn't have fiery red hair. As a matter of fact, it was bleach blonde with brown roots and she was much shorter than Namine.

She couldn't have been anymore than five feet tall. David closed his eyes and had to turn away when he seen Marc lock lips with the woman and immediately walked away, not believing this was happening. How could Marc betray Namine after everything Jindrak had put her through?

After seeing that, David knew he had two choices. He could either take matters into his own hands and find out just what was going on with Marc Predka or he could tell Namine's father, Mark Callaway about it. David honestly didn't know what to do as he ran a hand through short brown hair and knew what he had to do.

The Callaway's had been through enough pain and anguish to last them a lifetime so David decided to keep out of this mess for the time being. He ended up taking matters into his own hands and had Marc followed by a private detective. The pictures that the detective had brought back to David made him sick to his stomach. Marc was sleeping with this blonde, big breasted bimbo and David wondered why Namine hadn't become suspicious of his cheating ways.

'I'll let her find out on her own. He's bound to screw up sooner or later and when he does, I'll be there to pick up the pieces once again.' David thought as he sat in his home in Washington D.C., hoping Namine could take another heart break in her life.

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David's thoughts were cut in half when he heard her sweet voice and looked down at her as he asked, "Any word on Stephanie?"

"Nothing, but I know she's close. When she called Marc and I at the hotel earlier, she said she was already dilated to eight so it won't be long before I'm holding my new godson." Namine explained, excitement evident in her voice, and that made David smile. Namine stopped smiling when she seen the sadness in his eyes and took his hand as she asked, "How are you doing, David?"

Shrugging his shoulders, David ran a hand through his hair as he replied, "I'm living if that qualifies for anything."

Biting her bottom lip, Namine sighed heavily as she sat down in a nearby chair, David right beside her, and wondered how she was going to tell David about Angela's infidelity toward him. Would it be better to leave it alone and allow David's heart to heal from her death? Then again, it wasn't right that such a good hearted and decent man was mourning over someone who clearly didn't love him back. Namine sighed heavily, not knowing what to do about this situation, and looked over at Marc, who was staring at both of them with uneasy eyes.

Marc had seen David walk in and felt the green monster of jealousy instantly come out when he seen David take Namine in his arms. For some odd reason, the look David had given Marc was unsettling to him and he couldn't fathom why. His thoughts were cut in half when his cell phone started blaring and immediately opened it, closing his eyes when heard her voice.

Namine quirked her eyebrow when she seen her boyfriend get up and walk out of the hospital lobby, wondering where he was going, and knew it was probably an important phone call. She looked up at David when they were alone and asked, "Where have you been, David? It's been months since anyone has seen you."

Sighing heavily and looking down at the lobby floor, David closed his eyes painfully and stated, "I needed some time to reevaluate my life and figure things out. I lost my wife, the love of my life, and I had to cope with that in my own way, Namie."

"I know." She whispered back and looked down at the floor, biting her bottom harder, and thanked the angel upstairs for getting her out of this uneasy environment.

Paul's voice had cut the tension in half that was in the air as both Namine and David looked up at him, seeing the biggest grin on his face, and stood up as they walked over to him. In his arms was a pink blanket and in that came the cooing of a beautiful baby girl. Namine's lit up immediately as she looked into Paul's eyes and couldn't help, but start crying.

That baby girl had been through everything in the book with the kidnapping and yet she was so perfect and healthy. Namine wiped her tears away and choked out, "She's so beautiful, Paul. Can I hold her?"

Nodding, Paul handed his precious new baby girl over to her godmother, who held her close, and said, "Stephanie's fine. She's sleeping right now, but instructed me to get out of the room and take the baby to see you right away."

Namine cooed to the baby girl as she looked into her eyes, seeing how blue the baby's eyes were, and knew immediately that was a trait from Stephanie. She looked up at Paul after cooing at the baby girl and asked, "What's her name?"

"Aurora Rose Levesque." Paul announced proudly and grinned, causing Namine to smile brightly, and knew why Stephanie had named the baby that. Aurora was the name of the Disney princess from the movie Sleeping Beauty and it was her all time favorite.

"That's really pretty, man." David commented as he looked down at the baby girl, smiling himself for the first time in months, and shook Paul's hand as he added, "Congratulations, man."

"Thanks for being here, man." Paul replied as he gave David a brotherly hug and then took the baby girl away from Namine's arms. "I have to take her back to the room, but you're welcome to follow. Where's Marc?" Paul asked suddenly as he held his daughter in his arms, wondering why he wasn't glued to the side of Namine.

Running a hand through her hair and smiling softly, Namine answered by saying, "He had to take an important phone call. Let's go, I want to see Stephanie."

Paul chuckled as he nodded and guided both David and Namine out of the hospital lobby and into the room where Stephanie was sleeping. In the back of David's mind though, all he kept thinking was, 'Important phone call my ass. More like a booty call.'

Chapter 14

A week later, Stephanie and Aurora were both released from the hospital.  Unfortunately, Paul was called to an emergency meeting at WWE headquarters in Connecticut so he asked Namine if she would pick his wife and child up.  She more than obliged, wanting to see her new goddaughter, and Paul thanked her profusely for it.

Marc wasn't with Namine because he said he had to take care of some family emergency back in West Newbury.  They had been on the road with the WWE because Marc had to go over some lyrics for their new upcoming CD with John.  John couldn't make it off the road for at least three weeks so he invited both his cousin and Namine on the road.

Namine couldn't fathom what had happened and wished she could go with Marc, but unfortunately, she had to pick Stephanie and Aurora up from the hospital.  So here she sat in the car, sipping off her coffee latte, and all she kept thinking about was the family emergency Marc claimed he had.  Namine didn't know what to do and could only hope and pray that everything was alright.

Her thoughts were cut in half when she saw Stephanie being wheeled out of the hospital doors and immediately got out.  She smiled and waved, causing Stephanie to half smile at her, and said, "I know I'm not Paul, but at least I'm somebody."

"Oh no, Namie, its not that.  I just...I really wanted Paul to take us home ya know?" Stephanie confessed and looked down at her new bundle of joy, not believing how well the pregnancy and birth went.

Namine nodded in complete understanding as she took Stephanie's bag from the nurse who had wheeled her out and threw it in the back of her midnight blue Lexus.  It was a rental, but it was a great car too.  She smiled over at Stephanie as she carefully stood up from the wheelchair and placed the car seat in the backseat, making sure to buckle it securely so her baby girl didn't fall out or move an inch.

A few minutes later and they were on the road, making Namine sigh heavily as she gripped the steering wheel, and looked over at Stephanie.  The new mother wasn't paying attention to her though and Namine knew she was probably thinking about Paul.  Whenever they were apart, Stephanie was really quiet and barely spoke two words to anyone, except Namine.

Thoughts of David suddenly entered Namine's mind out of nowhere, making her more confused by the second, and smiled softly as she thought about the big guy.  He had saved her life not once, but twice and was one of the two guys to beat Mark Jindrak within an inch of his life for her.  She would never forget that night, but more importantly, she wouldn't forget what those men had done for her.

Stephanie glanced over at her best friend and godmother of her child, quirked her eyebrow, and asked curiously, "What's that smile for?"

"I honestly don't know. I just all of a sudden started thinking about David for some odd reason." Namine replied truthfully, knowing she could trust Stephanie with anything she told her.

A slow smirk spread across Stephanie's lips as that statement got her full attention.  She moved in the seat so she was now facing Namine and asked, "Why did he pop in your mind all of a sudden?  Usually it’s only Marc in that mind of yours." Stephanie added, causing Namine to laugh nervously as she started driving faster, not realizing it.

"I don't know, Steph.  I mean...I love Marc.  He's my world, but then again, David did save my life from that piece of shit twice.  I just feel that I owe David so much more than what I've given him." Namine confessed and sighed heavily as she slowed the car down a bit when she realized they were going over eighty miles an hour.

Reaching over and touching Namine's shoulder gently with her hand, Stephanie looked at her best friend and said, "Namie, I completely understand that.  That's why I'm more in love with Paul now than I've ever been.  He saved not only me, but Aurora from Randy and I'll never be able to repay him for that."

"I know that and that's how I feel for David.  Like I can never repay him for what he's done for me.  I love Marc though so it’s really hard because I think I'm starting to have feelings for David." Namine stated as she took the exit toward Paul and Stephanie's house in Connecticut.

Stephanie's eyebrow quirked up in curiosity as she stared at Namine, her jaw dropped, and finally managed to say, "You're starting to have feelings for David?  Are you sure, Namie?" Stephanie asked wanting to make sure she was hearing what her best friend was saying right.  When Namine nodded, Stephanie sighed heavily as she shook her head and stated, "He doesn't know about Angela, does he." It wasn't a question, just a simple fact of life.

Tears instantly welled up Namine's eyes as she looked over her shoulder, seeing there were cars coming at her, and immediately stepped on the gas as she sped down the interstate.  When they were in the clear, Namine finally let off the gas as she looked in her rearview mirror and said, "No he doesn't and I'm not telling him."

The rest of the ride was made in silence.  Stephanie had ended up falling asleep and Aurora was sleeping peacefully.  She was such a quiet baby and Namine couldn't help, but hope she would have a baby just like her goddaughter someday.  The sun was setting over the horizon, causing Namine to stare at it, and started thinking about David again.

'I can't do this.  I can't be unfaithful to Marc.  I love Marc damn it!' Namine thought angrily to herself and gripped the steering wheel, wishing she could find it in her heart to get David out of it, but that wasn't going to happen.

A few hours later, Namine pulled up to the Levesque home and put down her window, smiling at the guard, and said, "Stephanie and Aurora are home."

The guard smirked at the woman he was staring at and kissed her hand before saying, "It’s nice to see you again, Namine.  Go right inside."

"Thanks Curtis." Namine replied and rolled up her window before driving inside the gate.  Once she was parked outside of the front door, Namine turned to her side and shook Stephanie awake, smiling when she started to wake up, and said, "We're home, mommy."

Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, Stephanie smirked back at her best friend and stated, "Smartass.  Will you get the bags while I get Aurora?" She asked, causing Namine to nod as she got out of the car and popped the trunk.

Aurora decided at that moment to wake up and start crying, causing Stephanie to sigh as she looked at Namine and said, "Just set them inside on the floor.  I'm going to go feed her." She then walked over to her best friend, seeing that familiar look in her eyes, and hugged her as she added, "Go to Marc.  Tell him how you feel."

Nodding with tears pooled in her eyes, Namine hugged her best friend back and whispered in her ear, "I am.  Take care of yourself and I'll call you later." She then allowed Stephanie to take a screaming Aurora in the house and set the bags inside before getting in her Lexus and stared at the open road before her.

If she and Marc were going to have a future together, then she had to find out once and for all if he loved her or not.  He hadn't said it since they started dating three months ago so it was do or die now.  Putting the car in reverse and pulling out of the Levesque gate, Namine closed her eyes and hoped she was doing the right thing by going to surprise Marc with a visit.

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David was sitting at the hotel bar having a couple drinks before the show that night on Smackdown!.  He knew Namine had gone to the hospital to take Stephanie and the baby home, which was a good thing because David was feeling things he didn't understand or comprehend.  Angela hadn't been gone more than three months and he was already thinking about another girl.

Namine to be more specific.

David didn't know what it was about her, but something in that fiery redhead caused David's heart to burn with desire once again.  He didn't think he'd ever feel this way again, but in all honesty, he wanted to feel it once more.  He wanted to hold someone in his arms and never let them go, just like he'd done with Angela.

Now he found himself dreaming about Namine in provocative ways that he didn't even want to relive.  He licked his lips gently and took another swig of his drink, wishing he could stop thinking about Callaway's daughter, but it wasn't happening.  'This is hopeless.  I need to get her out of my mind somehow.  I can't betray Angie this way.' David thought, feeling the twinge of heartache fill his heart once more at the thought of Angela.

He finished off his drink before walking out of the hotel and ended up coming face to face with John Cena.  He shook his head as he seen John's arm wrapped around another ring rat and stated, "Hey."

John nodded his head in David's direction, not wanting to ignore the big man, and smirked at what the ring rat was whispering in his ear.  He looked at David and slapped her ass before stating, "Go to my hotel room.  I'll be there after the show, baby."

The ring rat giggled mischievously before saying, "Whatever you want, Cena, baby." She purred in his ear before walking away, causing John to smirk as he looked at David and seen the trouble in the big man's eyes.

"Have you seen my cousin?" John asked when he seen the ring rat had done exactly what he instructed.

David's eyebrow quirked up at John and answered, "No, I thought he was on his way back home to Massachusetts for a family emergency."

Tapping his chin in thought, John smirked to himself as he nudged David in the shoulder and said, "Yeah, family emergency.  That's it." He then walked away and flipped open his cell phone, not noticing David had followed him, and smirked when his cousin answered, "How's that piece of ass Cindy, dude?" He whispered so no one else would hear him.

Moaning sounded from the other end of the line as John heard Cindy cry out once more in pure pleasure.  He smirked as his pants immediately started to tighten and knew he had to get back to the hotel so he could get rid of the problem that had erupted in his pants.  He knew where Marc was and what he was doing, but it wasn’t his problem and honestly, he didn’t mind.

“I gotta go, man…Uhhh God…” Marc groaned out over the phone as he started to enter Cindy from behind, causing John to close his eyes as he nodded, and before Marc hung up the phone, John could hear Cindy screaming out in ecstasy.

Neither man knew or seen that David had listened in on the entire conversation and clenched and unclenched his fists in pure anger.  He couldn’t believe the audacity of Marc to go behind Namine’s back, just like Jindrak had.  He didn’t understand why all these men wanted to hurt her and vowed then and there to make sure Namine didn’t fall completely apart when she finally found out about Marc’s infidelity.

Chapter 15

It was close to two in the morning before Namine arrived in West Newbury. All the little shops in town were closed for the night and she knew there wasn't an all night gas station open for a few miles. Surprisingly enough, the gas she'd stopped for in the middle of her journey had lasted quite a bit. She had half a tank left, but that was the last thing on her mind.

Her eyes caught on the familiar street name that she had lived on for the past two months and pulled down it. She dimmed her headlights, not wanting to wake any of the neighbors up with the brightness. In a few seconds, she stopped in front of the two story house and the name Predka was adorned on the mailbox.

Pulling in the driveway and shutting off the headlights, Namine quirked her eyebrow when she saw two vehicles parked. She knew John was on the road and it wasn't his type of car. Namine actually never saw this particular car before as she stepped out of the Lexus and shut the door quietly.

Namine swung her keys back and forth, letting them lightly cling together, making a ringing sound, and walked up to the front door. She put the key in the lock and smiled when it turned and made a click sound, letting her know that she had full access to her home. Namine pushed the door open and walked inside, seeing all the lights were off and it was pitch black inside.

'He's probably sleeping.' She thought, deciding against flipping the switch in the hallway, and started up the stairs. She could only hope that Marc wasn't upset with her for making this journey to see him after dropping Stephanie and Aurora off at their home.

As Namine walked up the stairs, she started hearing a noise sound down the hallway. The further up she went, the louder the noise became and realized that it wasn't just any noise. It was moaning. An unsettling feeling started to form in the pit of her stomach as Namine ventured down the long hallway and closed her eyes when she heard the moaning clear as day.

Thinking nothing of it, Namine smiled and took a deep breath before pushing the door open and felt her heart drop in the pit of her stomach at the sight before her. There was a woman straddled on top of Marc and she was bouncing up and down on him while the bed started to lightly squeak.

Marc groaned as he gripped Cindy's hips tighter, not believing how good this woman felt on him, and closed his eyes as the ecstasy overtook his body. Cindy whipped her head back, screaming out his name in pure pleasure as she felt his seed completely fill her. She ran her fingernails down his chest, leaving her mark on him, and Marc sat up as he started to kiss her neck, but stopped.

His eyes bugged out of his head as he seen a broken hearted Namine standing in the doorway of their bedroom and closed his eyes. He immediately pushed Cindy off of him and stood up, pulling his boxers on, and started to walk toward Namine, but she backed up instantly. "Namine, I can't explain this..."

"Explain what, Marc? Explain the fact that these past three months have been nothing more than a lie? Explain the fact that you've done the exact same thing Jindrak did to me? Explain the fact that I said I loved you three months ago and you never ONCE said it back to me? I can't believe I was stupid enough to believe you actually wanted to settle down with me and have a future together. I came here to confront you about why you haven't said those three little words every woman in the world wants to hear and I'm sure you've already told her that, right?" Namine stated, her eyes pooled with tears and she could feel her heart shattering in a million pieces once again.

Marc opened and closed his mouth several times, but nothing seemed to want to come out. He finally adverted his eyes to the bedroom floor and mumbled out, "I do love you, Namine, but I'm not in love with you. I'm in love with Cindy. She's my childhood sweetheart and we met up while you were still kidnapped by Jindrak and it sorta fell into place. I'm sorry, Namine..." He didn't know what else to say as he looked back at Cindy, who was sitting on the bed with the blanket over her body, not wanting to reveal her goods to anyone else.

Namine couldn't take it anymore as she threw her hand back and hauled it forward, slapping Marc as hard as she possibly could right across his face. The tears were threatening to fall as her entire body trembled from both hurt and anger and Cindy gasped as she covered her mouth with her hand. Marc's head snapped to the side, causing his own anger to start flooding his body, and didn't even have a chance to reciprocate because Namine had already left.

Rubbing his burning cheek with his hand, Marc immediately went after her, causing Cindy to just stare at him, and knew she had to just wait. Marc yelled after Namine, wanting to smooth things over with her somehow, even though he knew that was going to be impossible, and bolted out the front door just as she started to pull away. "NAMINE, WAIT!" Marc yelled after her and ran toward the moving car, stuck his head in the window, and stated, "You can't leave until I explain things!"

"I don't want to hear anything you have to say, you son of a bitch. You better stay away from me and never speak to me again. I hate you, Marc Predka, do you hear me? I HATE YOU!" Namine screamed at him as she started driving down the street and Marc finally couldn't keep up with the speed of the car as he fell to the ground with a thud.

As soon as Namine pulled on the interstate, the tears that had flooded her eyes slid down her cheeks freely. She couldn't stop them even if her life depended on it and honestly she didn't want them to stop. She couldn't believe that Marc would betray her this way, just like Jindrak had.

What was it about the Mark's of the world? Did they suddenly look at her and think to themselves that it would be funny to screw her over? Namine honestly didn't know as she drove down the interstate at top speed, making sure to turn her cell phone off, and took the exit toward Washington, D.C., where the WWE would be performing next.

It was close to night time when Namine finally pulled into the arena parking lot and her entire body was drained. She had cried the entire way and knew she had to see her dad. He was the only man in her life who hadn't screwed her over and just wanted to be held in his secure arms.

She shut the ignition off and sat there for a minute, wondering what had went wrong in her life, and closed her eyes as more tears flowed down her cheeks. Her heart was already broken and nothing would heal it except her father. She stepped out of the car and looked toward the arena, seeing her father was already standing outside talking with David, and took a deep breath before walking over to him.

Mark was more than angry at what David had revealed to him and snapped his head to the side when he heard footsteps coming toward him. He peered at the shadowed figure and immediately sighed with relief when he seen it was his daughter. The closer she got, the more pain was evident in her eyes as he took her in his arms and closed his eyes when she began to cry hysterically.

David closed his eyes, hating to see Namine in this much pain once more, and vowed to make Marc Predka pay for hurting her. He looked at Mark and stated, "I have to get going. I have a match I have to prepare for."

Nodding his head and stroking his daughter's hair, Mark acknowledged David, but had his full attention on his broken hearted daughter. David nodded as he walked back inside the arena, cracking his knuckles, and couldn't wait to destroy his opponent that night, which happened to be Mr. Kennedy. Mark sighed heavily as he heard his daughter mumble something in his chest and said, "Repeat that, baby girl. I couldn't understand ya."

"What's wrong with me, daddy? Why do men want to hurt me so much?" Namine sobbed out as she started hiccupping against his chest and all Mark could do was sigh regretfully.

"I don't know, baby girl, but you can beat yer ass I'm gonna find out." Mark's thick, southern accent drawled out, causing Namine to cry harder, and held onto her father's shirt for dear life.

Mark lifted his daughter up in his arms and held her close, trying to calm her down so they could talk about this, but whenever she'd try to do so, she would simply start sobbing again. He never thought in a million years that Marc would crush his daughter the way he had, but maybe it was for the best. Maybe it was time that Namine found a sense of peace and security in her life before jumping into another relationship.

When Mark felt his daughter completely pass out in his arms, he sighed once again and carried her into the arena to his dressing room. He kicked the door closed and laid her down on the couch before starting his shadow boxing ritual he did before every match. Visions of that puny pathetic boy entered his mind as his fists moved faster, anger invading his mind, body, soul, and heart.

He was going to make Predka pay for messing with his daughter the way he had. David had taken that opportune moment to walk in and seen Mark shadow boxing, knowing he was mentally prepping himself for the match up that night against The Great Khali. He glanced over at the couch, seeing a sleeping and exhausted Namine, and cleared his throat, getting the Deadman's attention.

Mark stopped and turned around, facing David Batista, and sighed heavily as he said, "She took it pretty hard and I don't want her to be alone right now. Could you watch her while I go out for my match?" He asked, making David nod his head in response.

"Yeah, I'll watch over her, man." David replied, causing Mark to nod his head at the loyal man who had helped him so many times in and out of the ring.

"Thanks, David. I owe you one. I'll be back after my match with Khali." Mark stated as he slipped his long, leather black trench coat on along with his hat, and walked out of the dressing room.

David looked over at Namine and walked toward the couch. He bent down and stared at her face, not believing two men had hurt such a precious angel, and ran his finger down her cheek lightly. He didn't want to disturb her rest and knew she hadn't had a lot of sleep the past few nights. Her heart was broken and bleeding again and David vowed at that moment to help her heal completely.

'I won't let you get hurt again, Namine. I swear it.' David thought as he sat on the floor and watched over her, hoping she would heal from the pain both Mark Jindrak and Marc Predka had put her through.

Chapter 16

Aurora giggled as she was bounced on her mother’s lap, all smiles that she was finally out of the house.  She just turned a month old, but looked like she was four months.  She got the trait from her daddy, even though Paul was a skinny, scrawny kid growing up.  Stephanie sighed as she glanced over at Namine, who was sitting on the couch by herself, and felt her heart ache for her best friend.

It had been three weeks since Namine had paid Marc a little surprise visit in West Newbury and ended up finding out that he was screwing another woman behind her back the entire time they were together.  Stephanie had to literally keep Paul from going to Massachusetts and beating the crap out of John’s cousin for hurting Namine the way he had.  Hell, she wanted to go and do it herself, but she had Aurora to think about first. 

Namine hadn’t spoken two words to anyone since that fateful night and Stephanie was starting to become worried.  She looked up at the clock in Paul’s dressing room and seen it was almost time for the show to start and then stared at her best friend once again.  Paul seen the concern in his wife’s eyes and decided to have a one on one talk with her later on that night.

He bent down and whispered in her ear, “We’ll talk later.”

All Stephanie did was nod in response as she kissed her husband before letting him go out for his match that night.  A strong silence filled the room as Stephanie sighed heavily, running a hand through her hair, and finally broke the tension, “Are you nervous about tomorrow?”

“Extremely.” Namine stated in a low, dead tone of voice, not looking at Stephanie once.

Stephanie chewed on her bottom lip, wondering how to get a conversation going between herself and Namine, but nothing was coming to mind.  She felt the tears welling up in her eyes and finally said, “Namine, I know you’ve been hurt, but you can’t bottle all of this anger up inside of you.  It’s not healthy and I’m worried about you.  The trial is tomorrow and you’re acting like you don’t even care.”

As soon as Namine heard those words come out of her best friend’s mouth, she immediately shot up from the couch and shouted while pointing her finger, “You’re wrong!  I DO care about tomorrow and what that sick son of a bitch did to me!  Excuse me for not wanting to talk to anyone right now after I just got my heart ripped out of my chest for the second time not even a month ago!”

Narrowing her eyes dangerously at this woman and looking down at her now screaming daughter, Stephanie picked Aurora up from her portable crib and stated, “Get out of my dressing room right now, Namine before we say things to each other that we’ll regret later.”

Namine showed absolutely no remorse as she stared at her goddaughter and Stephanie, picked up her purse, and stormed out the door, slamming it behind her.  Stephanie cringed at how hard Namine had slammed it because the hinges had almost broken completely off.  She looked down at her daughter, seeing Aurora was starting to calm down a little, and smiled as she held her close to her body.  However, Stephanie couldn’t help, but start worrying about her best friend who had shut not only her, but everyone in the world out of her life.

Anger was the only emotion Namine was feeling at that moment along with betrayal as she stormed down the hallway of the arena, trying to find the nearest exit.  She didn’t want to be there anymore and needed to be alone for the remainder of that night.  For her best friend to say that she didn’t care about the trial hurt Namine more than anything words could say.

The truth was, Namine was petrified of the trial that following morning and wished she never had to face Mark Jindrak again.  The mere thought of the man sent bolts of shivers down her spine, but they weren’t good ones.  They were shivers of pure fear and dread that Namine never wanted to feel again.

Jindrak had taken six months out of her life and even though Namine wanted to see him sent to prison for life, she also never wanted to see him again.  David, Paul, Stephanie, and most of the roster of both brands in WWE were going to be present for this trial, wanting to see Jindrak get what he deserved.  They all hated this man with a passion, but no one, absolutely no one hated him more than Namine’s father, Mark Callaway.

Namine was so deep in her own thoughts that she didn’t realize she had walked outside until a cool, summer night breeze flowed through her hair.  She looked up at the dark sky, seeing a million stars lit, and closed her eyes as the tears started to flow freely down her cheeks once again.  The tears weren’t because of what Jindrak had done to her; they were because of the heartache and betrayal that Marc Predka had caused her not even a month ago.

‘I was stupid to think that anyone could love someone like me, especially after what MJ did to me.’ Namine thought sadly as she slid down the arena wall and buried her face in her knees, trying so hard not to cry out loud, but it was hard.

When she looked up after a few minutes of silent crying, Namine gasped in shock at who was in front of her.

David had heard the yelling coming from Paul’s dressing room and decided to see what was going on.  He walked in and sighed upon seeing Stephanie trying to get a screaming Aurora to calm down.  He looked at Stephanie and just the look in the Billion Dollar Princess’s eyes told him the entire story.

“Where is she?” He simply asked and all Stephanie did was shrug her shoulders, too busy with her daughter to worry about where Namine had ran off to.

David started thinking about the places Namine could’ve gone and snapped his fingers as a light bulb suddenly clicked in his mind.  He left the dressing room and in no time, ended up outside, where he seen a heartbroken Namine crying while she sat on the hard gravel of the arena parking lot.  Sighing heavily, David walked over to her and when she looked up to stare in his eyes, he was shocked at what she said.

“What do you want?  Can’t you see I want to be left alone?” Namine coldly asked, her voice holding nothing but hatred and anger in it.

Crossing his massive arms in front of his chest, David quirked his eyebrow up at Callaway’s daughter and retorted, “No, I didn’t think you’d want to be alone, especially with what has happened over the past month.”

“Well you were mistaken now leave me alone, Batista.” Namine shot back at him as her eyes narrowed and all David could think was if looks could kill, he would’ve keeled over.

Her look and anger didn’t phase him as David reached out and touched her shoulder, wishing she’d allow him to help her through this tough time.  She didn’t need to be left alone right now and he wanted to help her heal.  David sighed heavily when she shrugged his hand off and finally couldn’t take it anymore. 

Lifting her up by her arms and shoving her gently against the arena wall, David locked eyes with Namine’s terrified emerald green orbs and stated in a low voice, “I’m not going to stand here and watch you wallow in your self pity over someone who didn’t give a damn about you!  You’re acting like a selfish bitch right now!”

“Oh I’m a selfish bitch?  You’re the one who couldn’t even keep your wife happy, you son of a bitch, which is why she went and screwed Matt Morgan, Randy, and Jindrak WILLINGLY when they kidnapped us!” Namine shouted at him out of pure spite and immediately shut her mouth when she realized what she’d said.

David couldn’t believe what Namine had said as his fists clenched and unclenched at his sides, glaring deadly at Callaway’s daughter.  He closed his eyes and finally stated in a deadly tone of voice, “When you’ve removed the stick from your ass, you let me know.  Until then, don’t come near me or talk to me, Namine.  I’m not going to listen to your lies about Angie and be pushed away by you anymore because I’m going to walk away until you’re ready for help.”

Leaving her with that statement, David stalked back inside the arena and left a stunned Namine to stare after him in shock.  She looked down at the parking lot gravel and rubbed her neck with her hand, suddenly realizing what she was doing.  Instead of embracing all the love and comfort from her family, she was pushing every single person who ever loved and gave a damn about her!

‘After tomorrow is over with, I will finally start getting my life back together.’ Namine thought and decided as she walked away from the arena toward her rental car. 

In the darkness of the shadows outside, chocolate brown eyes stared after Namine as her car drove away in the distance and sighed heavily to himself.  David ran a hand over his hair and looked up at the sky, tears pouring down his cheeks freely.  Somehow he knew what Namine had told him was true about Angela and it broke his heart in two.

David walked back inside the arena, his face a mask of pure anger and betrayal, and decided he needed some music.  He flipped his radio on in his dressing room and turned it up full blast before destroying the dressing room with his bare hands.  Holes were punched into walls, furniture such as chairs, couch, and even a table were overturned, and all David could do was scream out as the lyrics of the song that was playing on the radio tore through is heart.

Go ahead as you waste your days with thinking

When you fall everyone stands

Another day and you’ve had your fill of sinking

With the life held in your

Hands are shaking cold

These hands are meant to hold

Speak to me, when all you got to keep is strong

Move along; move along like I know you do

And even when your hope is gone

Move along; move along to make it through

Move along

Move along

So a day when you’ve lost yourself completely

Could be a night when your life ends

Such a heart that will lead you to deceiving

All the pain held in your

Hands are shaking cold

Your hands are mine to hold

Speak to me, when all you got to keep is strong

Move along; move along like I know you do

And even when your hope is gone

Move along; move along just to make it through

Move along

(Go on, go on, go on, go on)

When everything is wrong, we move along

(Go on, go on, go on, go on)

When everything is wrong, we move along

Along, along, along

When all you got to keep is strong

Move along; move along like I know you do

And even when your hope is gone

Move along; move along just to make it through

(Repeat 3xs)

(Move along)

(Go on, go on, go on, go on)

Right back what is wrong

We move along

As the song came to an end, David finally collapsed on the ground and curled up into a tight ball, squeezing his eyes shut, and only one thought ran through his mind.  ‘Why, Angela, why?’

Chapter 17

Her reflection stared back at her as Namine stood in front of the mirror in her hotel room, wishing this day was over with, and felt the tears building in her eyes already.  The attire she had chosen to wear to the trial was really simple and clean.  It was a black skirt with a silver tank top that had a jacket to go with it along with heels.  She left her hair down and wore black eyeliner.

After everything that had happened, Namine never wanted to see Mark Jindrak again, especially after everything he’d put her through, but on this day, she had no choice.  Namine’s thoughts went to David and she could feel her heart breaking once again as remnants of last night entered her mind.

She never meant to blurt out Angela’s infidelity the way she had, but David had angered her to the point where she couldn’t think clearly.  Marc had broken her heart not even a month ago and David was pushing her to talk about it, but she didn’t want to.  She never wanted to talk or relive that fateful night that she caught the man she loved fucking another woman in their bed.

Namine’s thoughts were cut in half when she heard a knock sound at her hotel room door and sighed heavily, looking herself over one last time in the mirror.  She ran a hand through her hair, blinking back the tears repeatedly, and opened the door.  Stephanie stood before in a similar outfit except hers was navy blue.  A tear ran down Namine’s cheek as Stephanie immediately embraced her and both girls started to cry.

“I know we got into a fight last night, but there’s no way I wouldn’t be here to support you through this and to send that son of a bitch to prison.” Stephanie whispered in her ear, causing Namine to cry harder as she squeezed her eyes shut, still holding onto her best friend.

After having a semi decent cry, Namine finally pulled away from Stephanie and said, “Thank you for being here.  I’m sorry about what I said yesterday.”

Stephanie raised her hand before Namine could continue and stated, “Its ancient history.  Come on, we’re going to be late if we don’t leave now for the trial.”

Namine nodded as she quickly wiped away her tears and grabbed her purse, cell phone, and walked out behind Stephanie.  They walked to the elevator in silence, but once they were on it, Namine noticed something odd.  She quirked her eyebrow up at her best friend and asked, “Where’s Paul and Aurora?”

“I didn’t want Aurora at the trial so Paul took her to his parents’ house for a few days until all of this mess is over with.  Paul should be at the courthouse when we get there.” Stephanie answered and Namine could only nod, not blaming her best friend one bit for not wanting her baby girl at this type of event. 

Hell, she didn’t even want to be there, but there was no way out of it.

Another moment of silence passed and Stephanie sighed heavily when she heard the elevator ding, signaling it was their stop.  She took Namine’s hand in her own, needing just as much strength as her best friend, and together, they walked out of the hotel.  On the ride to the courthouse, Stephanie couldn’t take the silence anymore.

She looked straight ahead as the rain poured outside, trying to focus on the road as her windshield wipers swished back and forth vastly, and casually said, “I heard you and David got into it last night outside after our little fight.”

Tears poured down her cheeks as Namine merely nodded, sniffling gently to herself, and grabbed a tissue out of her purse.  She couldn’t talk about David without crying hysterically and Namine didn’t understand why.  The man had saved her life twice, that was true, but there was something else she was feeling for the big guy and she didn’t know what it was yet.

Stephanie sighed heavily to herself as she continued to drive down the road, turning on the radio to try to ease the tension in the car, but it wasn’t happening.  Namine cried the entire way to the courthouse and as soon as they pulled into it, she completely lost it.  Stephanie started crying along with her as soon as she parked the car and took Namine in her arms once again.

This was definitely going to be the hardest day in both of their lives thus far.

After both women calmed down once again, they reluctantly got out of the car, and Stephanie grabbed an umbrella.  She offered to share with Namine, but the stubborn daughter of Mark Callaway wouldn’t hear of it.  She sighed heavily as they walked down the walkway of the parking garage that was connected to the courthouse and finally found the room where the trial would be held in just a few short minutes.

Namine hadn’t gotten that wet as she looked up at her father, who had a look of murder in his eyes, and immediately hugged him.  Mark closed his eyes as he held his daughter tightly, not believing this was the day that Jindrak would get what was coming to him.  He had destroyed so many lives, but nobody’s as much as his daughter’s.

Pulling away from the embrace, Mark looked straight into his daughter’s eyes and stated in a hard tone of voice, “You have to be strong, Namine.  Ya can’t let’em see ya like this, darlin’ or he’ll put the fear into ya and ya won’t be able to answer any questions.”

Nodding at her father’s words, Namine knew he was right as she hugged him close once more and whispered in his ear, “I wish David was here.”  Those words made Mark sigh heavily as he nodded, rubbing his daughter’s back soothingly, and looked up as the doors opened and closed in front of him.

 Namine’s back was turned as a smile crossed the face of Mark’s and he let his daughter go and said before pushing her toward the individual who had walked through the doors, “I think you’ll get your wish, baby doll.”

There right in front of her stood David Batista in a pure white suit that looked excellent on him.  He had a gray shirt on underneath the suit jacket and his hair was spiked up in gel.  Namine had to inhale and exhale slowly as she seen the outfit he’d chosen to wear.  David looked down at Namine with emotion filled eyes and went to give her a hug, but Namine backed away.

“I-I have to go talk to my lawyer.” Namine managed to get out before walking away from David and in the courtroom.

Stephanie walked over to David and patted his arm with her hand, reassuring him that everything was going to be fine.  David looked down at her and simply nodded before walking in the courtroom after Namine and sighed when he saw the lawyer talking to her.  Mark and Stephanie were next as they walked in together and Stephanie instantly felt the emotions building up in her system.

Not only was her husband not there, but she had to face the man who had made her life miserable for six long months:  Randall Keith Orton.

Mark felt Stephanie freeze up and leaned down as he whispered in her ear, “Everythin’ is gonna be fine, Princess.”

Smiling softly up at the man she considered to be a big brother to her, Stephanie kissed Mark’s cheek and whispered back, “Thanks, Deadman.” She winked at him before taking her place beside Namine as the trial officially started.

Three bulky and strong police officers escorted Jindrak and Orton out of the room moments later, causing Namine to look at both of them with hurtful eyes.  Stephanie had to look away from Randy, not able to look him in the eyes, and wished her husband was there to support her.  She looked ran a hand through her blondish, brown locks before taking her seat next to her own lawyer.  Each woman had their own lawyer, wanting to make sure these bastards didn’t get away with what they had done to them.

“All stand for the residing judge, Marshall Stevens.” The court reporter announced, causing everyone to stand up that was in the courtroom, and it was completely filled.

The judge nodded to everyone as he walked up the steps and took his seat before stating, “Good morning, counsels.  This is case 33039 against Marcus Robert Jindrak and Randall Keith Orton.  How are we doing this morning, counsels?” The judge asked, causing both counsels to nod their head in acknowledgement.  The paperwork with all the incriminating charges lay before the judge as he looked them over quickly once more and finally asked, “So I understand that both Stephanie Marie McMahon-Levesque and Namine Michelle Callaway have decided to press charges against the crimes of these two men, correct?”

Namine’s counsel, Derek Charles, nodded as he stood up and stated, “Your honor for six long and grueling months, these two men, along with another accomplice, kidnapped these women and forced them to do despicable things.  Ms. Callaway has vividly described to me exactly what Mr. Jindrak did to her in those six months and wants him to be prosecuted to the fullest.”

The court erupted in applause, causing the judge to bring down his hammer on the platform and stated, “Order in the court!”  Everyone immediately quieted down just as the doors swung open and everyone stared at a heavy breathing Paul in the doorway. 

Stephanie felt the tears flow down her cheeks as she jumped over the gate and ran into her husband’s arms, crying her heart and soul out to him.  Paul held her close to his chest, glaring deadly at Randy, and pulled away as he whispered, “Sorry I’m late.”

“Better late than never.” Stephanie whispered back to him as they kissed each other passionately before taking their seats once again.

The judge shook his head at the two individuals and sighed as he looked at Namine’s counsel and said, “Counsel, please bring up your first witness.”

The witnesses included Namine’s father, Paul, Stephanie, David, and finally, it was Namine’s turn.  She looked at Derek and then at the unhappy lawyer of Mark Jindrak’s as she stood up from the desk.  She straightened out her skirt and walked through the gate before taking her seat up on the platform and raised her right hand with the police officer.

“Namine Callaway, do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing, but the truth as long as you live?” The police officer asked and Namine nodded her head in response.

“Yes.”

The police officer nodded before stepping off the platform and left Jindrak’s lawyer, Amanda Banger, and Namine kept a straight face as she stared down the woman.  Amanda sighed heavily as she started walking back and forth and finally asked in a soft voice, “Ms. Callaway, where were you on the night of the kidnapping?”

Clearing her throat, Namine stared at this woman and answered, “I was with Mark Jindrak, having my mouth duck tapped shut and being assaulted by him…”

“That’s not what I asked you, Ms. Callaway.” Amanda cut her off, smirking over at Jindrak, and looked back at the woman before stating, “So you say you were with Mr. Jindrak on the night of the kidnapping, correct?”

“Yes.” Namine answered and wondered where this lawyer was taking this.

“So for the record, Ms. Callaway, how long did you and Mr. Jindrak date for prior to this kidnapping?” Amanda asked coyly, causing Namine to sigh as she ran a hand through her hair.

“Eight months.” She answered in a low tone of voice and could feel the tears welling up in her eyes, making Amanda scoff and roll her eyes in response.

She placed her hand on the podium and stared straight into Namine’s eyes as she asked, “Are you going to be able to continue this, Ms. Callaway?”

Blinking back her tears and getting right into the lawyer’s face, Namine nodded as she stated emphatically, “Yes, next question, please.”

Amanda flipped her hair over her shoulder as she looked at the woman and stated, “Please tell the court exactly what happened during your six month stay with Mr. Jindrak.”

“It wasn’t a stay!  It was a fuckin’ kidnapping!  That son of a bitch kidnapped me and my best friend along with Mr. Batista’s wife and killed their accomplice, Matt Morgan in the process!” Namine shouted at the attorney, getting fed up with this bitch’s attitude toward her, and looked up at the judge as she asked, “May I please stand before you and tell you exactly what happened, your honor?”

The judge simply nodded as he directed Amanda to sit back down, causing Namine to take the floor, and said, “Go ahead, Ms. Callaway.  Tell the court exactly what happened.”

Running a hand through her hair, Namine began her story about how Jindrak had forced her to have sex with him every day and night.  She described in detail about how he’d beaten her to a bloody pulp and chained her to the wall like she was some kind of animal.  She went on to talk about Angela and how she had sex with all three men willingly.  David’s eyes filled with tears immediately when he heard her repeat it and lowered his head, wishing this day was over so he could be back at home in Washington, D.C., and continued to listen to Namine’s description of the Hell she and Stephanie had been put through.

The entire courtroom gasped in shock when Namine got to the part with Matt Morgan’s murder and how she had watched Randy bury one of his friends six feet under with no remorse.  The detail was so vivid and real that it was almost as if Namine was teleported back to that scene in her mind.  The entire story took about two hours to fully get out and by the time Namine had finished, she was mentally, physically, and emotionally exhausted.

So many tears had poured down her face that Namine knew she could have filled the Atlantic Ocean with them as she stared up at the judge and said, “There is one more piece of evidence that proves just how sick and twisted this monster was.”

“What would that be, Ms. Callaway?” Judge Stevens asked, heartbreak adorned in his eyes for this woman, and glared over at the man who had done this to her.

Namine looked around the entire courtroom and closed her eyes before she said, “This.” She then lifted her shirt up and turned her back to the judge, showing him the scars that Jindrak had left on her body, and the jury all gasped in both shock and disgust.  They were thick and deep gashes that were healed, but would forever be there.

Judge Marshall Stevens nodded as he hit his mallet on the platform once again, shouting order, and finally got everyone to calm down.  He looked at the young, brave woman and said, “You may take your seat, Ms. Callaway.”

Nodding and doing as the judge told her, Namine sat down and immediately received a hug from Stephanie.  She felt like the biggest weight had been lifted off her shoulders after getting everything out and looked at the jury.  They were already talking among themselves and Namine hoped they seen the light to punish this monster who had taken six months of her and her best friend’s lives.

Jindrak was seething with pure anger along with Randy, who was confined to a wheel chair for the rest of the year, and growled out to his attorney, “Do something!  I’m not going to jail because of this dipshit beside me!”

The judge looked at the jury and was surprised when the leader stood up and said, “We have reached a decision.”

“No second thoughts about this?” The judge questioned them and they all looked at the perpetrators, Jindrak and Orton, and all twelve shook their heads at their boss in response.  “Then by all means, what did the jury decide?”

Clearing his throat, the jury leader stood up and stated as he read off the paper, “On a charge of first degree murder of Matthew Morgan and Angela Batista, we the jury find the defendants guilty.”

The courtroom erupted in applause as the jury continued, “On nine counts of sexual assault and two counts of attempted murder against Namine Callaway and Stephanie McMahon-Levesque, we the jury find the defendants guilty.”

Closing their eyes upon hearing the jury’s decisions, Stephanie and Namine each started to cry as they hugged each other and felt the tension release from their bodies.  The entire courtroom was a buzz as the judge ordered complete silence and finally said, “I have come to a decision on punishment for these two men.  Since they plead not guilty to begin with, they lied to the justice system so I hereby sentence Marcus Robert Jindrak and Randall Keith Orton to life in prison.  Court is adjourned.” Judge Marshall Stevens announced as they courtroom erupted in a fit of chaos as they police took both men away while Namine and Stephanie hugged their loved ones.

They couldn’t believe that it was finally over with.

Chapter 18

After the trial, life started getting back to normal for everyone; everyone except Namine.  She had disappeared right after the trial had ended and only one person knew where she went.  Mark sighed heavily as he stared down a picture of his daughter and knew things would never be the same in her life after the ordeal she went through.

Mark Jindrak was in prison for life and out of hers, but he wasn’t out of her heart and mind.  As the Deadman stared down at her picture, Mark couldn’t help, but wonder if his daughter would ever be the same, joyful and lighthearted Namine he always knew.  He ran a hand through his hair and looked up as a knock sounded at his dressing room door.

“What do you want, boy?  I’ve told you a hundred times I don’t know where she is.” Mark stated in a cold tone of voice as he started his shadow boxing routine before his match that night.

David sighed heavily as he ran a hand over his short, spiked brown hair and looked at the father of the woman who had stolen his heart.  Something in his heart told David that Mark knew exactly where his daughter was and he wouldn’t give up until he found her.  Taking a deep breath, David closed the door behind him, not afraid to stand up against Namine’s father.

“I can’t leave until you tell me where she is.  I’m in love with your daughter, Mark.” David confessed, making the Deadman stop his shadow boxing in midair, and slowly turned around to face David.

Taking a deep breath, Mark stared hard at this man and bluntly asked, “How do I know you’re not just another Jindrak or Predka?”

“Because I actually love her and I would never hurt her the way they did.” David answered truthfully and ran a hand through his hair, wishing he could find someway to prove to Mark that he wasn’t another Jindrak or Predka.

“That’s what they all said and look what happened.  Look, my daughter doesn’t want to be found so for once in her life, I’m going to respect her wishes.” Mark stated as he started shadow boxing again and rolled his eyes when David wouldn’t leave his dressing room.  “You can exit the way you entered, son.”

“Fine, but this isn’t over, Deadman.  I will find a way to prove to your daughter that I love her and want to be with her.” David stated heatedly before storming out of the dressing room and down the hallway, making Mark smirk to himself.

“You do that, David.  You do that.” Mark whispered to himself as he shook his head and continued his routine, hoping that David did find a way to his daughter because he wasn’t going to break his promise to Namine.

The more David sat in his dressing room and thought about someway to get to Namine, the more the light bulbs in his head dimmed.  He knew he’d made a mistake by not going after her right after the trial was over with, but the thought of Angela got to him too much.  He looked at the wall, his mind starting to wander back to that night him and Namine got into that fight and sighed heavily.

It had been three months since the trial and every night, David would sit up in his hotel rooms wondering where Namine was at.  What was she doing?  What was she eating?  But the most important question that ran through his mind was, is she happy?

David’s thoughts were broken in half when a light bulb clicked on in his head.  In lightening speed, David ran out of his room and down to Mark’s burst through the door, and looked at the man standing before him.  Mark’s back immediately turned around as he clicked his cell phone shut and growled out, “Do you know how to fuckin’ knock, boy!?”

“I know how I can get to her.” David managed to get out as the Deadman rose from his seat and crossed his huge arms in front of his chest.  “I need your help with this, Mark.  It’s the only way to prove to her once and for all that I truly love her and I’m not like the rest.” David pleaded with Namine’s father, who sighed heavily, and finally nodded.

After going through the details of his plan, Mark agreed with him and watched David run out of the room and down to the creative team, hoping they would allow him to do what he was about to do. 

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The ocean waves crashed along the shore as Namine closed her eyes, feeling the water splash on her feet, and allowed the tears to pour down her cheeks once again.  It had been three months since the trial ended and Namine finally had her life back, but she wasn’t happy.  She wanted to be loved and cherished, but most importantly, she wanted to be respected and that was never going to happen.

Two men she had given her complete heart to vanquished and sabotaged it, making Namine out to be a complete idiot.  She wouldn’t allow it to happen again as she looked out on the horizon, feeling the sun on her face, but even the most beautiful sight couldn’t heal her broken and torn heart.  Wiping the tears away from her eyes, Namine sighed heavily as she walked away from the beach and up the steps of her ocean view home.

She closed the door behind her and walked into the kitchen, smiling when she heard her cell phone ringing.  Picking it up and flipping it open, Namine closed her eyes and said, “Hi dad.”

“Hey, baby girl, how are ya?” Mark asked his daughter and sat down on the couch of his dressing room.  “I’m sorry about the interruption earlier.”

“I’m okay and its fine, dad I understand.  So, what’s up?” She asked as she sat down at her kitchen table after pouring herself a glass of wine to calm her nerves.  It was the flavor of strawberry, her favorite.

Taking a swig of his bottled water and watching the monitor, Mark sighed heavily and said, “Turn on yer TV.  I think there’s somethin’ ya need to see, baby girl.”

Quirking her eyebrow up in confusion, Namine shook her head and walked over to her television set, turned it on, and asked, “Daddy, what’s this all about?”

When she didn’t hear anything, Namine sighed and shut the lid on her cell phone before turning the volume up, and immediately felt the tears well up in her eyes.  The familiar music blasted throughout the arena as Namine’s eyes glued on the screen, not believing what she was seeing, and sat back on the carpeted floor.  Namine bent her knees up against her chest and rested her chin on them, not having seen David in three months.

“He looks so good.” She whispered to herself and turned up the volume even more, knowing she had to watch his segment because her heart was telling her to do so.

David did his ring entrance and got in the ring, staring out at the audience, but none of them mattered this time.  His attire for this segment was a white and black pinstriped suit with a black shirt underneath the jacket.  In his hand was a dozen of beautiful red roses and his hair was spiked up in gel. 

He summoned the camera crew in the ring, staring straight in the camera, and took the microphone from a nearby ring assistant.  He smiled in the camera as his music cut and said, “As many of you know, I had a match tonight against Mark Henry, but that isn’t going to happen.  You see, I can’t wrestle if my heart isn’t in it and right now, my heart isn’t in the ring.  It’s somewhere else, somewhere I can’t even explain, but it’s somewhere I want to be.  Now you probably are all wondering what I’m talking about and I’m going to tell you.” David took a deep breath as he closed his eyes and the lights dimmed, making the whole arena go completely dark, but one spotlight shone on him.

The love and hurt shined in David’s eyes as they pierced Namine’s soul through the television set, who was watching this like her life was at stake.  She looked at the man standing in the ring and felt a few tears slide out of the corner of her eyes and down her cheeks.  David took a deep, shaky breath and couldn’t believe what he was about to say to this worldwide audience.  David could only pray that Namine was watching this at that very moment.  

“A few months ago, my wife Angela passed away because of three lowlife bastards who took away her life and the lives of two other women for six months.  One of those women you all know as Stephanie McMahon, who was rescued by her husband, Triple H.  Now we all think that they are divorced, but in reality, they’re very much in love with each other.  That’s why you saw Paul beating the shit out of Randy Orton, who has been sentenced to life in prison along with Mark Jindrak.  You all knew him as the Reflection of Perfection, but behind closed doors, he ruined lives and almost destroyed a certain someone.” David explained and the audience was dead silent, wanting to hear this story from The Animal himself.

He took another deep breath before continuing, “The point I’m trying to make is that, those men are out of her life now.  All of their lives, including my own, but I’m still unhappy with the way my life is going.  I lost my wife, who had cheated on me willingly with her kidnappers, but maybe it was all for the best.  Maybe it was a sign and a reason why I’m feeling the way I’m feeling right now.” David dropped down to his knees in the ring and stared straight in the camera as he said, “There is a woman out there right now with her heart torn into a million pieces and she’s been gone for three months now.  Her father is the only one who can keep in contact with her and it has killed me these past ninety days not being able to hear her voice or see her face.  You know who you are out there and I just wanted to let you know that I’m not going anywhere.  I’m not like the rest who have hurt you and I can only hope wherever you are that you’ll come out of hiding and give me a chance.  One chance is all I ask because I deserve that much.  I love you so please, don’t hide from me anymore.  Come out and let me show you how much I truly love you.  To wrap this up, I want you to listen to this song and think about your decision thoroughly before making it.” He finished and closed his eyes as his head lowered, the spotlight coming off of him, and finally allowed a few tears to spill down his cheeks as he got out of the ring just as the song filled the arena.

Almost made you love me

Almost made you cry

Almost made you happy, baby

Didn’t I didn’t I

You almost had me thinkin’

You were turned around

But everybody knows

Almost doesn’t count

Almost heard you singing

You’re finally free

What was always missing for you,

Babe you’d found it in me

But you can’t get to heaven

Half off the ground

Everybody knows

Almost doesn’t count

I can’t keep lovin’ you

One foot outside the door

I hear a funny hesitation

Of a heart that’s never really sure

Can’t keep on tryin’

If you’re looking for more

Than all that I could give you

Than what you came here for

Gotta find somebody

Not afraid to let go

Want a no doubt be there kind of girl

You came real close

But every time you built me up

You only let me down

And everybody knows

Almost doesn’t count

I can’t keep lovin’ you

One foot outside the door

I hear a funny hesitation

Of a heart that’s never really sure

Can’t keep on tryin’

If you’re looking for more

Than all that I could give you

Than what you came here for

Maybe you’ll be sorry

Maybe you’ll be cold

From the cruel, cruel world

You almost convinced me

You’re gonna stick around

But everybody knows

Almost doesn’t count

Maybe I’ll be here

Maybe I’ll see you around

That’s the way it goes

Almost doesn’t count

Namine was frozen solid on the carpet as she stared at the television screen, not believing what she’d just heard, and completely lost it.  Her heart started to pound furiously and her pulse was racing fast as she sobbed out her heartache.  She knew David was talking about her, but she wasn’t sure if her heart could take giving one more wrestler a chance. 

The question that went through her mind was if David was worth it or not. 

Was he? 

Was he worth Namine going back on the road and giving him a shot at her heart?

Namine didn’t know what to do as she finally stood up from the carpet, seeing Jeff Hardy was on her screen now, and walked out of the living room as she wiped her tears away.  Her cell phone was still in her hand as she walked out of her house and onto the sand, dropping in it, and started crying her heart out once again.  She didn’t know what to do about this situation, especially after all the turmoil and heartache both Mark Jindrak and Marc Predka had put her through.

They both had taken away a piece of her heart and never fully gave it back, but those were only little pieces.  Namine closed her eyes as she realized that she had given her complete heart away already and it was in David’s hands.  She loved him so much that it killed her not to be in his arms for the past three months, but she wasn’t sure he wanted to be with her.  After her rude confession about his late wife, Namine was sure David hated her to the core, but after what she’d seen on the television, Namine knew David felt the exact same way.

With shaking hands, Namine dialed the number to the nearest airport that was about an hour away from her and booked the next flight to Houston, Texas.  That’s where the WWE would be heading next and she could stay at her father’s ranch until she was fully ready to face David.  After getting everything settled with the airport, Namine looked up at the sky, seeing a trillion glistening stars twinkling above her, and knew this was her destiny.

She quickly got up off the sand and ran into the house to pack for her trip that following morning to Houston.  Her heart was starting to light on fire at the thought of being in David’s arms and Namine couldn’t wait until that moment happened.  It would be the first time in three months since she’d seen her father and more importantly, David Batista.

After finishing her packing for the next two weeks and taking a quick shower, Namine slipped into her bed and closed her eyes.  A genuine smile was stretched across her face as she snuggled against her pillow and sighed with pure contentment.  The past was the past and Namine was finally ready to let it go and move on with her life.  She could only hope she spent the rest of it with David because that’s where she truly felt in her heart she belonged.

Chapter 19

It was around noon when Namine arrived at her father’s ranch in Houston, Texas, and smiled when Pain, Panic, and Hades ran up to her. They were Mark’s three dogs he owned and Namine giggled when Hades jumped on her and started licking her face. She had named the dog Hades and her father seemed to agree with her so he named the other two Pain and Panic.

“Okay easy boy, easy now.” Namine spoke softly to the dog and smiled when he allowed her to stand up. She scratched and rubbed each other heads, giving all three equal amount of attention, and walked into the kitchen to get something to drink.

She never drank on planes since she got really bad jetlag. The last thing she wanted was to be vomiting out of an aircraft. Namine poured herself a glass of juice and took a huge swig of it, sighing in contentment, and smiled as the dogs stood at the back door. She shook her head and walked over, letting them out to go to the bathroom.

The phone rang a few minutes later and Namine walked over as she picked it up and said, “Hello?”

“Hey baby girl, I hear ya made it to the house.” Mark’s voice responded on the other end and a smile instantly crossed Namine’s face as she nodded.

“Yeah dad, I made it. Are you coming home tonight?” She hopefully asked and bit her bottom lip when she heard her dad sigh on the other end.

Mark smirked as he looked over at the guys in the locker room and replied, “Yeah, baby girl, I’m comin’ home, but I’m bringin’ some company. Is that okay?” He asked causing Namine to fidget a little as nervous laughter came from her lips.

“S-Sure dad, anything you want. What time will you be here so I can have dinner ready for everyone?” Namine asked her father, making Mark tap his chin deep in thought, and smirked as he handed the phone over to one of the guests who would be staying at his house for the next few days.

Licking his lips and smirking over at his beautiful wife, Paul took the phone from Mark and stated, “Girl, you better be at your old man’s house when I get there. We got a lot to talk about.”

Namine’s eyes instantly lit up and a huge sigh of relief escaped her lips as she smiled and said, “Hello, big brother. Yes I know we have a lot to talk about. How are Stephanie and the baby doing?” She asked and sat down at the kitchen table, ignoring the whining dogs for the time being.

Paul chuckled as he glanced over at a tired Stephanie, who was taking a short nap on the couch of Mark’s dressing room, and replied, “She’s good, tired, but good. That comes with being a mother though.”

“I fully agree, Paul…” Namine stated and bit her bottom lip, wondering if she should ask about David or not, and decided not to.

Paul could tell what Namine was thinking so he decided to answer her thought for her, “He’s doing fine, Namie. He misses you something terrible.” He was referring to David naturally.

“I know that and I’ll see him when the time is right. You always know what I’m thinking, you smartass.” Namine retorted and laughed, causing Paul to roll his eyes in response.

He looked over at Mark, who was aching to get the phone so he could talk back to his daughter, and Paul held his hand up in a one second motion. Mark scowled at the man, making Paul smirk in response, and said, “I know you will, Namie. Listen, your dad is getting his panties in a twist over here so I’m gonna give him the phone back. See you tonight, sugar and keep your head up. Love you.”

“Love you too, Paul.” She replied and shook her head as she started picturing her dad giving Paul a hard time. She immediately stopped when she heard her father’s voice on the other end.

“Are ya laughin’ at me, little girl?” Mark asked his daughter, causing her to burst out laughing, and felt his heart fill with joy. It had been such a long time since he’d heard his daughter laugh and it was music to his ears. “Alright, baby girl I’m gonna let you go now, but we should be home around seven at the latest. The house show starts at three so we should be home by seven or a little after.”

“Okay daddy, I’ll see you then. Love you.” Namine replied before hanging up the phone and sighed heavily, seeing she had a few hours to kill before starting dinner. “I think I’ll take a nap.” After letting the dogs in and curling up on the couch, Namine fell into a deep slumber, but not before setting the clock behind her to wake up at four.

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Mark clapped his hands as he walked through the gorilla position, causing Paul, Stephanie, David, and his new squeeze, Jennifer, to look his way. He smiled when she walked over to him and hugged him close, letting him know how well he did in the ring, and kissed the top of her head. She was fairly short, standing at around five foot eight and weighed around one hundred and fifty pounds.

Her long, flowing black hair pooled down her back in luscious waves, but what intrigued Mark most about her was her eyes. They were the deepest blue and had just a hint of gray mixed in with them. A cloudy teal and they captured Mark in ways unimaginable. Mark could only hope and pray his daughter liked Jennifer when he brought her home that night for them to finally meet.

“Thanks, baby doll.” He whispered in her ear, causing a shiver to shoot down her spine, and stood beside him as she started fidgeting with her hands. “Now, whoever is coming to my house, go pack your bags and meet me outside in ten minutes.”

David sighed heavily as he ran a hand through his hair and walked over to Mark as he said, “Look man, I don’t know about this. Maybe I should just wait patiently and have her come to me.”

Patting David on the shoulder, Mark sighed as he replied, “David, sometimes in life, a parent has to kick their daughter square in the ass to get them to stop being so stubborn. Think of this as that kick in the ass. Now get your bags and get outside boy. I’m tellin’ ya, everythin’ is gonna be fine.” Mark reassured her, causing David to nod in more confidence, and walked away to do as the Deadman instructed.

In ten minutes, the group was on their way to Houston, Texas and David was in the far backseat of the van. Mark had decided to take his van for this trip since so many people were coming home with him and looked over at the new love of his life. He could see how nervous Jennifer was so he took her hand in his and placed a soft kiss to the top of it.

Jennifer smiled over at him, not believing this man was actually her boyfriend, and whispered, “I’m okay, Mark. Just a little nervous about meeting your famous daughter.”

Chuckling gently, Mark kissed her hand once again as their fingers entwined together and softly replied, “I know that, darlin’. Just sit back and relax. She’s gonna love ya.”

Jennifer wasn’t the only one who was on edge as David stared out the window, his thoughts on Namine like they had been for the past three months, and hoped this visit wasn’t a total disaster. The last thing he wanted was to push Namine into something she wasn’t ready for. ‘I love her though. I love her so much. Please let this go well.’ David silently thought and prayed, hoping Angela helped him out with this one.

She owed him that much after all.

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The alarm clock rang at exactly four o’clock in the afternoon and Namine’s eyes slowly fluttered open. She sat up on the couch and stretched her arms, smiling softly to herself, and knew her dad would be home in a matter of hours. Petting the dog’s heads and standing up, Namine walked into the kitchen and began taking pots and pans out of the cabinets.

She then took out a box of angel hair pasta and poured it in the boiling water, making sure not to crack them in half so the noodles would be long. She smiled softly as the aroma of her cooking filled the air and laughed when Hades began licking her leg. She knew the dogs had to be hungry so she decided to feed them earlier than normal.

The clock soon read seven o’clock and dinner was ready as Namine finished up the touches of her famous pasta lasagna. Instead of putting simple sauce on the top, Namine made it original by putting a box of cooked angel hair pasta on the top of the lasagna and then put the sauce on top of it. She hadn’t heard one complaint ever since she learned how to cook this and hoped her father and his company enjoyed it.

Headlights shone in the driveway fifteen minutes after seven and Namine squealed with delight. She quickly finished setting the table and then ran to the door, having open arms for her father, and felt the tears instantly slide down her cheeks as she shouted, “Daddy!” She closed her eyes as her father held her close for the first time in three months and never wanted to be away from him again.

“Baby girl.” Mark whispered as he spun his daughter around and kissed her head multiple times, not believing how much he’d missed her.

He set her down after a few moments of holding her and turned around to face Jennifer. Namine stared at the woman, a blank expression on her face, and looked up at her dad in question. Mark smiled as he encouraged Jennifer to say the first words and smiled when she did. “You must be Namine. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Namine looked up at her father, seeing the pure love shining in his eyes, and looked back at his woman as she shook her hand firmly and stated, “Yeah that’s me and you are?”

“Oh I’m sorry; excuse me for being so rude. My name is Jennifer Neals. I work for the WWE as a script writer and met your father and well…we kinda hit it off.” Jennifer explained and introduced herself, feeling her knees shaking from the nervousness, and seen the hardened expression on Namine’s face.

Namine pulled her father aside, ready to ask him something, but stopped when she seen who stood in the doorway of the ranch.

Chapter 20

The entire room went silent as Namine and David’s eyes locked together for the first time in three months. Shock was evident on Namine’s face as she stared at the one man who had stolen her heart and kept it for himself. Tears slowly started to slide down her cheeks as Namine stood frozen solid to the hard wooden floor, completely forgetting about her dad’s new squeeze, Jennifer, and finally looked up at her father.

“How could you?” She whispered out and backed away from her father, from the group of people who loved her, and from the man who was standing in her father’s doorway.

Mark sighed heavily when he heard his daughter whisper that and started to say something, but Namine had already bolted out the backdoor of the ranch. David sighed deeply as he lowered his head, knowing this wasn’t a good idea to begin with, and started berating himself mentally for listening to the Deadman. Jennifer looked up at her boyfriend and could feel the sadness fill her eyes, wondering if Namine’s heart would ever heal from what Mark Jindrak and Marc Predka had done to her.

Jennifer seen Mark started to run after his daughter, but she stopped him, making him look deep into her eyes, and said, “Let me go talk to her, Mark. I think she needs a woman to speak to rather than another man, no offense to any of you.” She smiled when they didn’t take offense to that because the truth was, Jennifer was right.

Nodding in agreement, Mark allowed her to go talk to his daughter, and turned around to face David as he gruffly said, “I’m sorry, man. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all…”

Running a hand through his short, dark brown hair, David simply agreed and stated, “I think I’m just going to stay at a hotel for the night. Thanks for trying though, Mark, but I don’t think Namine will ever be over what those pricks did to her. I don’t think we’ll ever be together either.” It hurt David to say those last words, but it was the truth as far as he was concerned and he wasn’t about to wait around forever.

Stephanie seen what was transpiring and immediately stood up, causing Paul to stare at his wife incredulously, and shouted, “Now just hold on one damn minute! That poor woman out there is aching to feel love from someone and you all are just going to cast her aside like yesterday’s garbage?! David, I know DAMN well you can’t just stop loving Namine! You two belong together, but you both are too damn stubborn to make the first move! Now I’ve had it! Get your ass out there right now and bring her back to us! You’re the only one who can!” Stephanie had officially snapped and all three men stared at her like fishes out of water because of how open their mouths were hanging.

“I don’t know if I can do that. I don’t wanna force her into anything she’s not ready for, Steph! Don’t you think I want to go out there and take her in my arms? Shit, I’d give my left nut right now just to touch her once!” David proclaimed making both Paul and Mark squint their eyes shut while feeling squeamish. That particular image wasn’t too friendly to the thoughts of the men, but David didn’t care.

Sighing heavily and running a hand through her hair, Stephanie took David by the shoulders and locked eyes with him as she asked, “Do you love her?”

“Yes.” David immediately responded without hesitation, causing Stephanie to grin at him, and suddenly an idea came to her head. “Mark, what room does Namine stay in?” She asked out of the blue, causing his eyebrow to quirk in question at the Billion Dollar Princess.

“First level end of the hall, Princess. Why?” Mark answered and asked, making Stephanie rub her hands together as a plot started to form in her mind.

She sat down next to Paul and took her baby in her arms, smiling adoringly at her child, and looked up at David as she commanded, “Go upstairs to her room and hide somewhere. Closet, behind the door, in the bathroom, under the bed, wherever, and stay there.”

Before David could protest against Stephanie’s command, Paul put his hand up and smirked before saying, “I wouldn’t argue with my wife if I was you, boy.”

Somehow, David knew Paul was right and lowered his head before venturing up the stairs. He looked left and right, but before he could ask Mark which way to turn, Mark told him to the right. Once David arrived outside her double, cherry wood bedroom doors, he took a deep breath before entering, and couldn’t help, but smile at the beauty her room gave out.

The walls were painted midnight blue with stars adorning the walls in all different patterns. There was a small chandelier hanging above him that sparkled and reflected off the walls. David moved in further and seen the four poster, king sized bed before him, and couldn’t help, but smirk to himself.

‘How much fun we could have on that thing. It’d be broken by the time we were done with it.’ He thought coyly and smacked himself in the head, trying to get the dirty visions out.

The bed had midnight blue sheets and a comforter on it with silver stars, which matched her walls, and there had to be at least ten pillows. There were two dressers, a nightstand on the right hand side of the bed, and another table on the left side. They were all made of dark cherry wood. David turned around and was shocked as he seen a flat screen TV hanging on her wall. Underneath it there was a tray on the bottom with a DVD player, VCR, and DVR set on each shelf.

David moved further into the room and looked out at the view, smiling at the beauty the scenery gave off. Thousands of colors painted the sky as the sun slowly started to set on the horizon, and it gave off a beautiful glow in the room as the sunset light poured in. It had to be the most breathtaking view he’d ever laid his eyes on, besides Namine of course.

After scanning her bedroom, David moved into the bathroom, and smirked when he seen a Jacuzzi bathtub in his presence. There was also a glass, see through shower on the opposite side of the tub. More naughty thoughts ran through his mind as David looked into the full sized mirror before and touched the sink with his hands. It was made of midnight blue marble, which was very rare to find, and the floor was white tile with midnight blue carpets in front of the toilet, mirror, and bathtub.

He finally ventured out of the bathroom and looked around, needing to find a place to hide himself before Namine came up. His eyes scanned the room quickly and noticed there was a large space behind the right door of her double doors. ‘She won’t see me there right away.’ David thought and decided as he walked over and pressed his back against the wall. He only hoped that whatever Stephanie had brewing in that mind of hers worked.

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The tears poured down her face like two unstoppable rivers as Namine ran through the huge back yard of her father’s ranch. She couldn’t believe her father would betray her this way by bringing David home without her consent. She wasn’t ready to see the man yet and hated the fact that her father was trying to push her to do something she clearly wasn’t ready for.

Namine kept running until she was a good mile away from the house and finally collapsed in the grass. She brought her knees up to her chest and buried her face in them as she began to sob, letting them tear through her body like a cheese shredder. After everything she had been through, Namine thought her father would allow her to move at her own pace with David, but obviously, that wasn’t the case.

Her head slowly lifted when her caught a glimpse of the sky, and wiped her tears away as she turned around fully to watch it. It looked like God had splashed all different kinds of color in the sky and let them swirl around. It was truly a spectacular sight as Namine started watching the sunset.

Jennifer was breathing heavily by the time she finally reached Namine and sighed when she seen Mark’s little girl sitting in the grass watching the sunset. She took a couple deep breaths, knowing Namine probably heard her already, and coughed a little. She wasn’t one to run, but for Mark, she would do it for the rest of her life to be with him.

“Girl, do you know how hard it is to run this far out?” Jennifer managed to say after catching a good breath, and sighed when Namine didn’t acknowledge her. She slowly walked over and sat down beside Namine who was sniffling and crying quietly, and it actually broke Jennifer’s heart. “That’s a beautiful sunset. I’ve never seen so many colors in the sky.”

“What do you want, Jennifer? Shouldn’t you be in the house coaxing my dad with your lies?” Namine shot back at her angrily, not wanting to talk to this woman who had her dad wrapped around her finger.

Biting her bottom lip to keep from retorting with a smartass comment, Jennifer sighed deeply as she said, “Look Namine, I love your father. I honestly do and I would never do anything to hurt him or you. I’m nothing like Samantha…”

“Sure, that’s what they all say.” Namine retorted as she stood up from the grass and dusted herself off, wishing this woman would just leave her alone. She wasn’t in the mood to be coddled or spoken to like a child, just like so many of her father’s ex-girlfriends had.

“Alright that does it! Look, I came out here because I thought you needed someone to talk to about your situation with David. You don’t know how badly that man is hurting not being able to hold you in his arms right now, but all you care about is yourself! That’s self indulgence my dear and no offense, but your dad deserves to be happy and to actually have a life! So when you remove the stick from your ass, you can talk to me because I refuse to talk to a selfish woman who’s acting like a five year old child!” Jennifer snapped, finally having enough of Namine’s attitude toward her, and stood up as she started walking back to the house.

Namine stared at this woman in shock, not believing how adult she was talking to her, and felt a small smile on her lips. She ran a hand through her hair and sighed deeply, knowing she had to apologize, but she wasn’t sure how to go about it. Taking a deep breath, Namine took off running after Jennifer and landed right in front of her as she said, “Thank you.”

“Excuse me?” Jennifer questioned, truly confused by Namine’s compliment, and wondered what the catch was.

“Look Jennifer, I know my father loves you and I know you love him. I saw the look in his eyes when he introduced you to me in there. The problem is, my father has had so many girlfriends and they’ve all treated me like a child, not an adult, but you did the opposite, and I respect that. I respect not being treated like a child because I’m not. I’m twenty four years old and they treated me like I was still a mindless teenager. But you didn’t do that and I wanted to thank you for it.” Namine explained to her, causing Jennifer to smile back at her, and wrapped her arm around Mark’s daughter’s shoulder as she nodded.

“Excellent, so can we stop being enemies and jumping to conclusions and I’ll take off this hairy mole on my nose.” Jennifer joked, causing Namine to laugh at her, and nudged her playfully as they slowly walked back to the ranch. “So, what is going on between you and David?” She asked, causing Namine to sigh heavily as she shrugged her shoulders.

“I know he loves me and I love him, but I’m just so scared. I don’t want to get hurt again.” Namine confessed and Jennifer nodded as they continued walking back to the ranch.

“Believe me, Namine, I know how that feels. I was married for fourteen years and I thought my husband loved me. That was until I walked in on him having a three way sex fest in our bedroom.” Jennifer stated and sighed heavily as that night reflected in her mind, causing her to remember. “It took me four years to finally get over it and move on. When I met your father a few months ago, I somehow knew he was the one I was always destined to be with.”

Namine smiled softly as she thought about how happy her father looked and nodded in agreement as she asked, “Do you think you and my dad will ever tie the knot?”

Jennifer sighed with a contented smile on her face and replied with hope in her voice, “I can only hope and pray we do one day, Namine. What about you? Do you think you and David will end up married one day?”

“In the words of a brilliant woman I recently met, I can only hope and pray we do one day.” Namine replied, making both the girls laugh and giggle at each other, just as they arrived in the house.

Mark, Stephanie, and Paul stood up as they watched Jennifer and Namine walk through the backdoor, shocked at how the smiles adorned their faces. Namine looked at her father and walked over, hugged him close, and whispered in his ear, “She’s a keeper, dad.” She then stepped back and apologized as she stated, “I’m gonna go freshen up before we have dinner.”

Stephanie smirked as she watched Namine run up the stairs and looked over at Jennifer, who looked much more relaxed, and looked down at her beautiful daughter. ‘Hopefully, this will be the beginning of a long and wonderful weekend.’ She thought as she dropped a kiss on Paul’s lips before going to sit down in the living room, hoping Namine wasn’t angry for the surprise that was waiting for her up in her bedroom.

Chapter 21

Namine walked into her bedroom, shutting the door behind her, and pulled her shirt off over her head, tossing it to the floor. She hadn’t noticed her surprise visitor was behind the door the entire time until she turned around, stopping dead in her tracks. Emerald green eyes locked on chocolate brown orbs as she stared at David in shock, standing in nothing, but her bra and panties.

She had taken her jeans off right after her shirt and now was clad in nothing, but a midnight blue bra and matching panties. David had to keep himself under control as he stared at her, admiring every curve of her body, and licked his lips hungrily. He just wanted to push her on the bed, kiss her breathless, and make love to her until they both practically went blind.

Chewing on her bottom lip, Namine couldn’t move or say anything, too shocked that this man was in her bedroom. She finally moved her arms to cover herself up and slowly backed away from him. The fear swirling in her eyes broke David’s heart as he sighed deeply and ran a hand through his hair, knowing this wasn’t a good idea of Stephanie’s.

“What are you doing in my bedroom?” Namine finally managed to ask as she grabbed her robe and quickly slipped it on.

David took a step toward her, holding out his hand, and said, “I’m not going to hurt you, Namine. This wasn’t my idea to sneak up here and hide and scare the shit out of you. Stephanie forced me to do this!” He was getting panicky and had to figure out someway to prove to Namine that NONE of this was his idea.

“Oh so now you’re blaming it on Stephanie? Christ David, when are you going to grow up?” Namine spat at him, anger shining in her eyes, and immediately walked into the bathroom, not believing the audacity of David to blame Stephanie for his actions.

Rubbing the back of his neck and sighing deeply, David watched as she looked in her bathroom vanity mirror, not knowing what to say to her. He finally couldn’t take it anymore as he took three long strides, pulled her in his arms, and brought his soft lips down on hers in a passionate kiss. Namine started to fight him and gripped the front of his black beater he was wearing, wanting to push him away, but as soon as his tongue snaked in between her lips, her entire body melted into his.

David groaned when he felt her surrender to him and immediately lifted her up in his arms, carrying her over to the bed, and placed her gently on it. He broke the kiss and stared deep into her eyes, hovering over her, and smiled when he seen she was doing the same thing. The look in her eyes was enough to take his breath away and Namine could feel her heart pounding in her ears. The passion between them was enough to set a whole rainforest on fire as their lips met once again.

This time, it was more demanding and full of lust as David’s hands slowly traveled down her body, untying her robe, and slowly pushed it off of her body. He broke the kiss as he lifted her body up off the bed, taking the robe off completely from her body, and threw it to the floor before caressing the back of her shoulders and kissed her once more. He couldn’t get enough of her soft lips on his and craved to be inside of her, but wondered if she wanted the same thing.

Namine broke the kiss as she looked up into his eyes and softly said, “David, I…”

“I know, it’s too soon, but I can’t help the way I feel about you, Namine. You’re so beautiful and I want you as my own and nothing else. I meant what I said in the ring on TV. I love you and I’ll never leave you again, even if you move halfway around the world this time.” David cut her off and stated, his words coming straight from the heart, and Namine could feel the tears burning her eyes instantly.

“Oh David…David I love you too. I’ve been so scared to let another man in my life that I didn’t see how much you loved me. You saved my life twice and I still couldn’t see beyond our friendship. I’m so sorry for saying the things I did about Angie. Sometimes people say things they don’t mean and that was one of those moments.” Namine explained in a heartfelt tone of voice, a few tears sliding down her cheeks, and closed her eyes as David wiped them away with his thumb.

Caressing her face gently with his thumb, David shook his head as he stared into her eyes deeply, the love shining in his own for her, and replied, “Don’t be sorry for saying that. I didn’t realize how much of a tramp Angela was until after she died. Cancer or not, she couldn’t stop herself from fuckin’ every man in sight behind my back. After she died, I found all of these pictures in an old shoebox underneath our bed at our house in Washington, D.C. and they were of her and three guys banging her. I cried and cried and cried and drank myself into oblivion for two straight weeks. After that, I finally realized all along that she wasn’t the one I was destined to be with…” He trailed off, running his thumb along her bottom lip, and smiled softly when the question rose in her eyes.

“Who is then?” Namine asked softly, never breaking eye contact with David, and moaned softly when he kissed her once more, answering her question for her.

When David pulled away, he smiled and answered, “It’s you Namine. You are the one who completes me in every way. Please tell me I haven’t lost you yet.”

Namine sighed as she closed her eyes, already knowing what her answer was, and held up her finger as she slid from underneath David’s massive form and off the bed. She walked over to the door and flipped the lock on it before turning to face David once again, and reached behind, unsnapping her bra. It fell to the floor, making David gulp nervously, and watched as she walked toward him bare-chested.

Crawling on the bed and on top of him, Namine didn’t speak a word as she pulled his shirt that was tucked in his pants out and pushed it up his chest, over his head, and discarded it to the floor. His massive frame and chiseled body lay before her and Namine could swear she felt her heart skip a beat. Smiling softly at him, Namine began kissing up his body, feeling his muscles flex beneath her touch, and smirked when David let out a small groan.

He found his hands in her hair, running his fingers through it gently, and brought her lips up to meet his in another searing kiss. Namine moaned softly as she ran her hand down his body and found the button of his black jeans he was wearing. She didn’t unsnap it though as she begun massaging him through his jeans. David hissed out as he leaned his head back, his breathing becoming ragged and closed his eyes as his cock began to rise.

Namine licked her lips hungrily as she looked at his face, rubbing him through his jeans harder and faster, and stopped when she seen sweat form on his forehead. She giggled evilly when his eyes snapped open, staring into hers, and it took Namine’s breath away at the color David’s eyes were now. They looked completely black clouded over with desire and she bit her bottom lip, wanting this more than anything.

She began kissing down his chest, no words spoken between them, and arrived at the button of his jeans once again. Taking it in her teeth, Namine managed to unsnap them and then took the zipper between her teeth and tongue, slowing sliding it down. Her panties instantly became wet with her essence at the sound of the zipper going down and smiled when David lifted his hips so she could pull his jeans off.

Running his tongue over his lips, David groaned when she straddled him and instinctively gripped her hips with his hands. He sat up, staring deep into her eyes, and pushed her off of him on the bed as he hooked his fingers in her panties, sliding them down, and tossed them over his shoulder before running his hands up her legs. He then repositioned her on top of him, grinning when she wrapped her legs around his waist, and sat up as he held her close to his rock hard body.

Namine had to bite down on his shoulder hard as she felt his cock completely fill her and squeezed her eyes tightly shut. It had been such a long time since she’d last had sex and David wasn’t a small man either. He was huge and she swore she could feel his veins leaving imprints on her vaginal walls. David wrapped his arms around her body, running his hands down her smooth skin, and gripped her hips as he looked into her eyes, breathing heavily.

Once she felt the pain slowly subside, Namine began rocking her hips, her long, flowing red hair pooling down her back in waves, and could feel her orgasm start building up instantly. David couldn’t help himself as he let out a loud groan, kissing up her neck to her jaw line, and whispered in her ear after arriving there with his lips, “You feel so good on my cock, baby. A perfect fit. We were made to fit together…”

“I know…” She managed to whisper out in a breath, the feeling of David thrusting in and out of her almost too much for her to handle, and held onto him for dear life.

David could feel her entire body trembling against him and knew she hadn’t had sex in a while so this wasn’t going to last long. He smirked at her before turning the tables and lifted her body, placing her on the bed on her back, and started thrusting even harder and faster. Namine cried out in passion as her head began to spin out of control and wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles together.

Namine could feel her walls start to buckle around him as her thighs tightened, looking deep into his eyes as he made love to her, and their lips touched once again. The kiss broke as David began thrusting powerfully inside of her, hearing her pleads for him to go faster and harder, and wasn’t about to let her down. He wrapped his arms around her body and gripped the sheets as he started using them for more leverage, reaching and hitting her back wall multiple times.

After a few more minutes of his power, Namine couldn’t take it anymore as she squeezed her thighs, feeling her orgasm ripping throughout her entire body. With one last powerful thrust, David finally felt her release as her walls caved in around him, wrapping him up in a blanket of lust and ecstasy, and growled out as her release triggered his own. His cock buried deep inside of her before allowing himself to explode dangerously, allowing his semen to splash against her back wall, and Namine screamed out his name in pure ecstasy.

David covered her mouth with his own, silencing her screams of his name in passion, and groaned as their tongues dueled in a war of desire. When David pulled away, Namine’s breathing was completely ragged as her body collapsed on the bed. David’s head rested on her chest, smiling as her fingers moved through his soft, dark brown hair, and kissed his forehead gently.

They laid there for what seemed like eternity, but were only a few minutes, and Namine sighed when she realized everyone was probably looking for them. She looked at David as his eyes looked up to meet hers and sadly sighed as she ran her fingers through his sweaty hair, “I think they’re gonna send the search party up here if we don’t get down there soon.” Namine joked, sighing in complete contentment as David held her in his arms, and honestly didn’t want to be anywhere else.

Chuckling at her joke and nodding in agreement, David slowly sat up as he replied, “I think you may be right. Come on, let’s go eat and then come back up here for some more lovin’. The Animal needs his strength after all.” David winked at her and smirked when she started turning four shades of red through her face.

In a matter of minutes, both were dressed and ready to face their family members as they walked out the door hand in hand. David smiled at Namine and vise versa and couldn’t believe Stephanie’s plan had actually worked. ‘I’ll have to thank her in the morning.’ He thought as they walked down the stairs and greeted by their family for the first time together as a couple.

Chapter 22

I wanna be with you, gotta be with you, need to be with you
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)

I wanna be with you, gotta be with you, need to be with you

(Oh, oh, oh, oh)

Oooo (oh, oh, oh, oh) Oooo

Four years had passed since all the chaos happened in the lives of David and Namine, but they couldn’t have been any happier.  Both were lying in bed of their two story mansion that was in Washington, D.C., and Namine stared down at her hand, her three stoned diamond ring glistening back at her.  They had gotten married three months after reconciling at her father’s house in Houston, Texas.  It wasn’t a big wedding, just a few close friends and family.

David had sprung the news on Namine before they were married that he had three daughters and Namine was completely stunned.  She never knew David was a father, but then again, they were never close friends to begin with.  They had a long talk about it and Namine finally met them.

The girls took to Namine very well and the eldest daughter was her matron of honor in the wedding.  The girls were all beautiful and looked just like their mother, but Namine knew they had David’s kind and giving heart.  The wedding took place in Mark’s backyard of his huge house and they had a reception afterwards. 

It was truly the happiest moment of Namine’s life.

Chemistry was crazy from the get-go

Neither one of us knew why

We didn’t build nothing overnight

Cuz a love like this takes some time

People swore it off as a phase

Said we can’t see that

Now from top to bottom

They see that we did that (yes)

It’s so true that (yes)

We’ve been through it (yes)

We got real shit (yes)

See baby we been…

After the wedding, Namine had made the toughest decision of her life, but knew it was for the best.  She had put her beach house up for sale and moved in with David in Washington, D.C., knowing a long distance marriage wasn’t the best way to start things off between them.  David was thrilled and even bought her beach house, surprising her for their one year anniversary, and spent the night under the stars on the beach.  He had told her they could always go there for down time or for a vacation whenever he had time off from the road. 

Not even two months later, Namine was pregnant from that getaway with her husband and sprung the news on him when he came home one night from rehab.  David was ecstatic and held his wife tightly in his arms, wanting nothing more than to have a baby with her or two.  They couldn’t believe they were finally developing a family together.  Namine was thrilled when his daughters accepted the baby into the family and even threw her a surprise baby shower.

Six months after their first year anniversary, David tore his quadriceps in his right leg and needed to fly down to Alabama to see Doctor Andrews to repair it.  Namine had flown down there to stay with him for the six months he was there and by the time he was completely healed.  They had numerous fights, but in the end, they were still together. 

After everything they’d been through together with Jindrak and Predka, they could survive anything and knew it deep in their hearts.

Too strong for too long (and I can’t be without you baby)

And I’ll be waiting up until you get home (cuz I can’t sleep without you baby)

Anybody who’s ever loved, ya know just what I feel

Too hard to fake it, nothing can replace it

Call the radio if you just can’t be without your baby

Two months before David was ready to get back in the ring, Namine had gone into labor and she had her baby in a local Alabama hospital.  It was a beautiful baby boy and the parents decided to name him Aiden Michael Batista.  He weighed in at ten pounds, nine inches long and Namine swore she’d never have another baby with David.  David didn’t take it to heart and simply kissed her lips, thanking her for blessing him with a new family.

After the ordeal with Angela, David didn’t think he’d ever be able to love again, but fate surprised him with a curve ball in Namine.  She was the best thing that’d ever happened to him.  He held his son later on that night in the hospital and couldn’t help but let a few tears streak down his cheeks as he looked up at the sky, silently thanking Angela for her help.

After the baby was born, life became hectic.  David’s youngest daughter was going into high school while his eldest was moving onto college.  Mark had proposed to Jennifer and they were married, which caused the entire Batista family to fly down to Houston for the wedding ceremony.  It was in summertime and Namine ended up being Jennifer’s matron of honor, which she graciously accepted.  They had become the best of friends and Namine couldn’t wait for her to be apart of their family fully.

She knew Jennifer loved her father unconditionally and also knew they would be together for the rest of their lives, which made Namine even happier.

I got a question for ya

See I already know the answer

But still I wanna ask you

Would you lie? (no)

Make me cry? (no)

Do somethin’ behind my back and then try to cover it up?

Well, neither would I, baby

My love is only your love (yes)

I’ll be faithful (yes)

I’m for real (yes)

And with us you’ll always know the deal

We’ve been…

After the wedding, things started to settle down.  David was back on the road with the WWE and Namine stayed home, not wanting Aiden to travel quite yet.  She honestly didn’t mind either staying home raising her son and taking care of her daughters.  It was her family and Namine was proud of it. 

Another year passed and Aiden was nearing age two.  David was still wrestling and had won the championship for the third time, causing Namine to smile brightly.  She was so proud of her husband and knew he deserved to be the champion more than anyone else on the Smackdown! roster. 

Namine stared down at her sleeping little boy, who was in his race car bed that was from the movie Cars, and couldn’t stop smiling.  She loved her son so much and her entire family.  As worn out as she was from chasing around Aiden all day, Namine didn’t want to be anywhere else and jumped when she felt her husband’s arms wrap around her waist from behind.

She immediately turned around, staring up in his tired, happy brown eyes and brought his lips down on hers, smiling when he wrapped his arms around her waist and returned the kiss.  Biting back a giggle, Namine was lifted up from the ground and carried back to their bedroom, already knowing what to expect from her husband love of her life.  She was ready for it as she peeled off her shirt and clothes.

Within seconds, they were back together once again and Namine smiled as she was taken up to the heavens over and over again.  David was the most incredible man she’d ever met in her life as their lips crashed together to silence their orgasms.  David collapsed on his wife and brushed her sweaty hair out of her face, causing Namine to turn and lay on her back, running her finger down his cheek, and whispered softly, “I love you, David.”

“I love you too, Namine, forever and always.” David replied as he kissed her lips once more and that started their second round of quiet love making.

Too strong for too long (and I can’t be without you baby)

And I’ll be waiting up until you get home (cuz I can’t sleep without you baby)

Anybody who’s ever loved, ya know just what I feel

Too hard to fake it, nothing can replace it

Call the radio if you just can’t be without your baby

The sun streamed through the bedroom as Namine’s eyes slowly fluttered open, smirking when she felt someone bouncing on their bed, and looked up at her hyper son.  She crooked her finger to him, motioning for him to crawl on top of her, and whispered in his ear, “Let’s make daddy a surprise breakfast.”

Aiden nodded as he quietly got off the bed, trying not to make a sound, and Namine slowly sat up in bed as she stretched her arms.  She slipped her robe on and walked out of the bedroom, but not before kissing her husband’s lips softly.  Namine couldn’t help, but laugh when she got into the kitchen and seen her son already getting pots and pans out of the bottom cabinet. 

They had made a mess of things with the breakfast, but it was finally done, and Namine turned around, smirking when she seen her husband staring back at her.  She looked down at her son, whose eyes were wide with joy, and immediately ran to David, screaming daddy.  David’s eyes welled up with tears as he lifted his baby boy in his arms, hugging him tightly, and then walked over as he dropped a kiss on Namine’s lips before whispering, “Mornin’.”

“Good morning, sweetie.  Sit down, Aiden and I made you breakfast.” Namine softly demanded and David licked his lips as his nose took in the aroma of the kitchen.  He knew exactly what they had made him as he sat down at the table and anxiously awaited his breakfast.  He laughed when Aiden covered his eyes and opened them as Namine set the plate down in front of him, chuckling when he seen French toast before him, and kissed his son’s head.

He loved the little things his family did for him and never wanted it to change as they ate together as a family, along with his two daughters.

See this is real talk

I’ll always stay (no matter what)

Good or bad (thick and thin)

Right or wrong (all day everyday)

Now if you’re down on love or don’t believe

This ain’t for you (no this ain’t for you)

And if you got it deep in your heart

And deep down you know that it’s true (come on, come on, come on)

Well, let me see you put your hands up (hands up)

Fellas tell your lady she’s the one (fellas tell your lady she’s the one, oh)

Put your hands up (hands up)

Ladies let him know he’s got your love

Look him right in his eyes and tell him

We’ve been…

The weather was beautiful as the leaves fell from the trees one by one as Namine and David watched their son play at the park.  They were sitting under an oak tree, Namine lying in between her husband’s legs and his arms were wrapped around her waist while he leaned against the tree trunk.  No words were said or needed to be spoken as they simply enjoyed being with each other.

Aiden waved at his parents as he got on the merry-go-round, causing Namine to laugh quietly at her son, and David stared down at his wife, not believing this was his life now.  Her eyes held a sense of peace and were filled with nothing, but joy and happiness.  He held her tighter to his chest as the wind picked up a little, blowing through her hair, and the smell of it hit David’s face, causing him to groan to himself.