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Chapter 1
“Alyssa Marie Harris, get
your ass over here pronto!” Nicoya ordered her eight year old daughter, who was
trying to get another cupcake off the cafeteria table, and sighed wearily. Sometimes Nicoya wondered why she brought her
daughter on the road with her, but then she stared into those crystalline
colored eyes and instantly melted. She
sighed, seeing those puppy dog eyes staring back at her, and knew Alyssa had
her in the palm of her hand. “Fine, but
only one more, got me?” She stated, raising a challenging eyebrow, daring her
daughter to defy her.
Alyssa smiled sweetly,
nodding and took the cupcake. “Just one
more, Mom.” She agreed, delicately peeling back the wrapper of it before taking
a bite. She then picked up another one,
smiling sweetly still. “This one is for
you, Mommy.” She held it out like it was the best gift anyone could ever hope
to be on the receiving end of, licking the frosting off her own cupcake.
Smiling softly back at
her, Nicoya ran her fingers through her raven colored hair, which was the same
as hers, but they had different eyes.
Nicoya had deep, midnight blue eyes.
“Thanks, baby girl.” She replied with a smile, kissing the top of her
head, and picked her up, setting her on her lap, and grinned when frosting got
on the tip of her nose. “Here, let momma
get that.” She wiped it off and smiled, loving her little girl with all her
heart. She was the only piece she had of
her ex-boyfriend, even though he didn’t know Alyssa existed.
Alyssa finished her
cupcake, snuggling against her mom. She
batted her long, black eyelashes. “Mom,
why aren’t you eating that?” She asked, her forehead wrinkling in puzzlement. Though there was an impish gleam in her
eyes. “If you don’t want it…”
“Not a chance, young lady.”
Nicoya scolded gently, smiling, and sighed as she put the cupcake in a napkin,
wrapping it up, and nodded. “I’ll eat it
later when you’re in bed. Give your
momma a late night snack.” She winked, causing Alyssa to groan, and sighed
exasperated before standing up, setting her on her feet. “Do you want anything to drink before we head
back to the office?” She asked, raising an eyebrow, and seen that impish gleam
in her eyes again. “No pop.”
“Mom! Besides pop, all they have are those energy
drinks and then water…I had water earlier and do you really want me to drink
something that’ll make me hyper?” Alyssa asked, cocking an eyebrow at her
mother. “Especially since I just had a
cupcake? Sprite won’t hurt…”
“Fine…” Nicoya grumbled
with a sigh, handing her daughter a dollar bill, and watched as she bounded
over to the pop machine. “ONLY Sprite,
Alyssa.” She stated, causing her daughter to nod, and smiled before shaking her
head. Her daughter was smarter than the
average eight year old and had a mouth that matched it.
Alyssa grinned broadly,
studying the selection before sighing, knowing if she got something besides
Sprite, she could possibly get in trouble.
Or at least wind up drinking water all night. She frowned when the machine wouldn’t give up
her drink and hit it with a tiny fist.
“MOM-” Alyssa’s eyes widened when another fist pounded on it and tilted
her head back. “Thanks Undie!” She
giggled, bending down to get her drink when it dropped into the slot.
Mark shook his head,
having seen Nicoya and her daughter in passing.
Maybe exchanged a half a dozen words with Nicoya, but Alyssa was a cutie
with a mouth. “Undie?” He echoed
amusedly.
Nicoya was already
turning red from her daughter and shook her head, clearing her throat, and
grabbed Alyssa’s hand, pulling her over to her side, and shot her a look. “I’m terribly sorry about that, Mr.
Calaway. Sometimes my daughter’s mouth
runs off with her.” Nicoya apologized, staring down at her daughter with
narrowed eyes, and silently wondered what she was going to do with her. She could not believe Alyssa just called this
man Undie and felt like crawling in a hole at that moment as she raked a hand
through her black hair.
“What? He’s called the Undertaker and that’s an
awfully long name for such a small girl.” Alyssa reasoned, looking dead
serious. “I’m sorry…Mr. Calaway.” She
apologized, looking wide eyed and innocent.
Mark arched an eyebrow, first looking at the beat red Nicoya before back
to Alyssa, slowly lowering himself down to one knee, gesturing her
forward. Alyssa hesitated maybe for a
fraction of a second before sitting on his knee, instantly reaching out to tug
on his hair. Mark winced slightly before
catching her hand gently. “What was that
for little one?” He asked in his deep voice.
“I heard some of the hair
dresser’s say it was falling out, but I think they were lying.” Alyssa answered
sweetly, a smile marring her face.
Nicoya’s eyes widened to
the size of potatoes, her jaw dropping, and immediately pulled her daughter away
from him by her hand. “Alyssa Marie!”
She scolded, shaking her head, and was turning even redder. Nicoya wished someone would’ve taken a bullet
to her head at that moment because that would be less painful than how
embarrassed she was because of her daughter.
“Come on, we need to get back to the office so your momma can work.”
“MOM! He ain’t mad…are you?” Alyssa stubbornly
pulled away, looking at Mark.
Mark shook his head,
smiling slightly. He stood up to his
full six foot nine height and looked at Nicoya.
“She’s somethin’ else, isn’t she?” He asked, chuckling when he seen the
‘don’t I know it’ look on Alyssa’s adorable face.
“She definitely has her
moments.” Nicoya quietly said, glaring down at her daughter, and yanked her
back, tightening her grip on her hand.
She shook her head down at her and sighed heavily, seeing the innocence
in Alyssa’s eyes. “I’m sorry about her
pulling your hair, Mr. Calaway.” She stared down at her daughter
hardening. “Don’t you have something to
say to him, Alyssa Marie?”
“Yeah, what kind of
shampoo do you use? Your hair is REALLY
soft!” Alyssa beamed up at him. “I don’t
know what Mom uses, but I think she oughta switch brands.” Mark started choking on the water he was now
sipping.
“Christ…” Nicoya groaned,
shaking her head, and once again felt her cheeks turn a deep crimson red. “Alyssa, just say you’re sorry and then we
need to go.” She groaned, raking a hand through her hair, and kept her eyes
GLUED to the floor.
“Sorry? For what?
Saying his hair is soft?” Alyssa asked quizzically, looking at Mark and
shrugging her shoulders. Marks hugged
his back, though now he was looking thoroughly amused. “Um…I’m sorry you have such soft, pretty
hair. I’m also sorry my mom is the color
of a strawberry.” Alyssa said sincerely.
“The color suits her.”
Mark drawled, glancing at Nicoya with an arched eyebrow. “You alright there, darlin’?”
“I think she’s…em-bar-”
Alyssa was having a hard time saying that word.
“Embarrassed?” Mark
finished it for her.
“Yeah that, thanks!”
Alyssa shouted in excitement, glad Mark had helped her out with her speech
impediment.
“Alyssa…” Nicoya had that
warning tone to her voice, causing her little girl to sigh exasperatedly, and
raked a hand through her black hair. “We
really have to go now.” She then turned abruptly, dragging her daughter behind
her, not believing she just embarrassed herd mother like that. “Alyssa Marie, you know better than to talk
to people you don’t know, young lady!” She scolded, shaking her head in
disbelief, still looking like a strawberry.
“Mom, it’s the
UNDERTAKER! If you act like a fraidy
cat, you know what he’ll do don’t you?” Alyssa’s blue eyes lit up
wickedly. “He’ll chop ya into tiny
pieces and serve it to your next of kin!”
“Where on EARTH did you
hear that?!” Nicoya stated, her eyes going to the size of potatoes, and
suddenly started walking hastily back to her office, dragging Alyssa behind
her.
“OUCH! Hello-my arm!” Alyssa wrenched away, rubbing
her arm, eyes narrowed. “And it was JBL
who told me that. Why? You afraid now? Is Undie gonna really cut you up into little
pieces?” She looked mildly worried now.
“MOM! Why did you have to turn
red???”
“Layfield…” She growled
under her breath and stopped dead in her tracks. “Would you like to go visit Ashley for a
bit? Momma needs to go talk to someone
about a script.” She lied, not giving Alyssa time to speak, and started
dragging her down the hallway again, but being more careful with her speed and
grip.
“I don’t want to visit
Ashy right now. I want to drink my
Sprite!” Alyssa protested. “Which was
left in the cafeteria!”
“Actually little one…”
Came Mark’s voice from across the hall, leaning in the doorway to his dressing
room, bare from the waist up. “I was
gonna bring it to you after doin’ my promo.”
“Could I have it now
instead?” She asked him sweetly, those big blue eyes batting at him.
“If yer momma can spare a
second.” Mark replied, his eyes drifting from the little girl to her beautiful
mother.
“I’ll get you another
one.” Nicoya stated, keeping a firm grip on her daughter’s hand, and sighed
when Alyssa started throwing a fit, wanting the Sprite Mark had. “Alyssa Marie…” Nicoya held that warning
tone, causing tears to pool in the little girl’s eyes, and immediately
caved. “Fine, but please make it
fast. I have a certain…announcer…I need
to speak with.” She didn’t move from her spot in the hallway and kept her
daughter close to her.
“Mom’s gonna tell JBL off
for telling me that you cut people who’re scared of you into tiny little pieces
and feeding it to their next of kin.” Alyssa informed him, wiggling away from
her mother.
”Is THAT right?” Mark
asked, his eyebrows raised.
“Yeah, do you
really? Cause I got to tell you, my mom
probably doesn’t taste all that good.
You wouldn’t want to eat her!”
Mark looked more than
amused now as he cast an appraising look at Nicoya and replied as he stroked
his goatee in thought, “I don’t know…she looks mighty tasty.”
“I TOLD you not to be so
scared, Mom!” Alyssa scolded her mother and shook her head as she sighed.
Nicoya was once again as
red as a strawberry and immediately glared down at her daughter angrily. “If you speak one more word, I’m going to
take away your ice cream tonight.” She threatened, her midnight blue eyes
telling her daughter she meant what she said, and dared Alyssa to defy her,
ignoring Mark for the time being. She
was tired of getting embarrassed and this had been the last straw.
Alyssa got a look on her
face that definitely wasn’t one she got from her mother as she shot back,
“Well, I DID have some cupcakes so I think I’m filled up anyways.”
“Darlin’, why don’t you
listen to yer momma?” Mark murmured, seeing the look on Nicoya’s face.
“Well, is it MY fault she
keeps going red? Sheesh…” Alyssa argued
promptly, her lips pursed tightly together.
“Fine, no ice cream,
Alyssa and if you even THINK about sneaking it, I’m going to paddle your
ass. Do I make myself clear? Now keep your mouth shut.” She ordered
sternly, raising an eyebrow challenging, the redness still in her cheeks, but
nothing like it was before. She then
turned to face Mark and sighed heavily.
“Sorry about her mouth. Like I
said, sometimes it runs away with her.
What did you need to speak to me about, Mr. Calaway?”
Mark stared at her
curiously. “Who said I wanted to speak
with ya, honey?” He drawled, winking when Alyssa started giggling. “I was just plannin’ on bringin’ the angel
her Sprite.”
Alyssa sidled up to him,
totally smitten now. “Can I have it
please?” She asked sweetly, too adorable for words.
“Sittin’ on the table.”
Mark pointed, chuckling when she zoomed into the room. “She’s got no fear does she?”
“You have no idea.” She
muttered under her breath, raking a hand through her hair, and sighed heavily. Sometimes Alyssa reminded her too much of her
father, which unnerved her. She loved
her daughter no matter what though and planned on changing Alyssa’s ways,
though she knew it was in her genes. Her
father had that same smartass mouth that Alyssa had. “Alyssa, we need to get going to Ashley’s
dressing room, honey.” She called out, not comfortable standing in the hallway
with Mark staring at her, and crossed her arms in front of her chest. Her next stop after dropping her daughter off
was to visit Layfield and give him a piece of her mind about telling her
daughter’s lies. Filling her head with
garbage.
Mark turned around,
shaking his head as he asked, “What’cha got there, darlin’?”
Alyssa pointed at the
punching bag and asked, “What’s that for?”
“Lemme show you.” Mark
stepped into the room, punching it lightly, and caught it before it could hit
her. “You try.” Alyssa instantly put down her pop a took a
swing, grinning when it moved only to be knocked down on her butt when it
rebounded. Mark chuckled and set her up
on her feet. “Try again, angel.”
“No, that’s not
necessary.” Nicoya interrupted and pulled her daughter away from the punching
bag, shaking her head emphatically. “No,
Alyssa Marie! Now come on, we have to
get going!” She ushered her out of Mark’s dressing room and raked a hand
through her black hair. “Nice talking to
you, Mr. Calaway.” She murmured, having a firm grip on her daughter’s hand, and
then turned around, hurrying down the hallway.
“Mom, what was that for?”
Alyssa whined, looking upset now. “He
was being nice! JBL’s a liar, Undie
wouldn’t cut us up into pieces!” She perked.
“Hey…you think maybe he’d cut JBL up into little pieces if we asked him
too?”
“Alyssa, clamp it shut
NOW.” Nicoya ordered angrily, gritting her teeth. Her daughter was getting on her last nerve as
they arrived outside of Ashley’s dressing room, and sighed heavily when she
seen the woman wasn’t there. “Let’s go
back to the office. Momma needs to get
more work done.” She then headed down the hallway, passing Mark’s dressing
room, and walked inside of her office, shutting the door behind her. “Go play with your toys and let me work.” She
instructed and sat down, scrubbing her face with her hand, and shook her
head.
What was she going to do
with her daughter’s mouth? One thing
Nicoya didn’t like about Alyssa was that she had her father’s mouth and
attitude, which made it really difficult to raise her. Alyssa was smart and she had the mouth to
back it up, though sometimes it got her in trouble. Perfect example would be having her ice cream
taken away from her for the night, which Nicoya was still going to do,
especially after Alyssa defied and embarrassed her in front of the conscience
of the WWE, the Undertaker Mark Calaway.
Chapter 2
Alyssa was very, very
well behaved and quiet for the next half hour, only looking up from her toys
when there was a knock on the door. Her
eyes widened when she seen JBL walk in, followed by the Undertaker. “Wow!”
“He has somethin’ he’d like
to say to you, angel.” Mark said, discreetly pushing JBL towards Alyssa.
“Another bull crap lie?”
Alyssa asked sarcastically, her lips pursed tightly together, looking somewhat
like her mother.
“What is going on here?”
Nicoya demanded, standing from her chair, and immediately went to protect her
daughter, blocking her. Though, Alyssa
peeked around her leg. Nicoya glared
back at Layfield, crossing her arms in front of her chest, and looked
positively livid. “Did you fill my
daughter’s head with that lie about Mr. Calaway?” She didn’t give him time to
answer as she looked down at her daughter and hesitantly pulled her to stand in
front of her, her hands placed firmly on her shoulders. “Alyssa, what did Mr. Layfield say to you,
sweetheart?”
JBL looked irritated when
Alyssa, looking innocently adorable, started ratting him out. “Now really, it was just a joke.” He said
finally, trying to squirm his way out of this.
“Not a very funny one.”
Mark said, his tone neutral though his green eyes were blazing with anger. “You owe…Alyssa…an apology, Bradshaw.”
“What? She’s just a kid-” JBL groaned when he seen
the look on Mark’s face. “Alyssa, I’m-”
“Full of crap, I know.”
She piped up sweetly, showing those white teeth of hers.
“Alyssa, you know you’re not
allowed to say that word.” She stated sternly, staring down at her daughter,
and sighed heavily as she shook her head.
She backed Alyssa up and glared spitefully at Layfield before pulling
him down by the scruff of his necktie.
“If you ever, and I do mean EVER, speak to my daughter again, Mr.
Layfield, I will personally talk to Mrs. Levesque about terminating you for
filling my daughter’s head with lies about your co-worker. And don’t even think I can’t do it because
Stephanie and I are VERY close friends and she considers Alyssa a niece. Do I make myself clear?” She didn’t give him
time to speak before releasing his toe and crossed her arms in front of her
chest. “Now please vacate my office
before I change my mind and end up telling Stephanie about this anyway.”
Mark looked away from
Layfield, whistling softly, one long leg stretched out before the doorway. His green eyes widened innocently when JBL
tripped and went flying out the door, yelping.
“You alright, Miss…? You know, I
don’t think I ever caught yer last name.”
“It’s Ms. Harris.” She
responded softly, turning to look down at her daughter, and stroked her black
hair from her face. “I’m sorry you had
to deal with that man, baby girl. He
won’t be bothering you again, alright?” She hugged Alyssa close and sighed
heavily. She’d tried so hard to keep her
daughter away from the men of this business, but it was impossible since that’s
mostly what Nicoya worked with. She was
the lead script writer for the Smackdown! brand and sometimes, the job just had
its negatives.
Mark arched an eyebrow
before crossing over to Alyssa, kneeling down in front of her again as he
asked, “And you are, little angel?”
“Alyssa.” She said
promptly, clearly taken with him. “But you can call me Aly.”
“That’s pretty, darlin’.”
Mark replied, meaning what he said.
“Got a name or can I keep
on callin’ you Undie?” She asked, no fear shining in her blue eyes, which
shocked Mark to say the least.
“Call me Mark.” He
replied with a grin, his green eyes shining back at her.
Nicoya chewed on her
bottom lip, wondering if she really liked this man introducing himself to her
daughter, and sighed. She couldn’t stop
it from happening, but she wasn’t going to become friendly with this man
either. That would only lead to
problems. Problems she just didn’t need right now as she walked back over and
sat down at her desk. “Alyssa, gather
your things, sweetheart. We’re leaving
shortly to head back to the hotel.” She announced, raking a hand through her
hair, and started writing down a few notes as reminders to herself for the
following day.
“Aww, but Mom!” Alyssa
whined, looking positively mutinous.
She’d been herded away from the wrestlers except for a select few and it
drove her nuts, especially since she had her favorites. “I want to keep talking to Mark!”
Mark cleared his throat,
standing up. “I’ll talk to you later,
Aly, how 'bout that?”
“I want to talk now
though! Mom will keep me hidden if you
disappear!” She informed him, almost on the brink of hysterics and panic.
“Alyssa…” Nicoya held
that warning tone for the third time that night and groaned when her daughter
started going on and on, finally having enough.
“That’s it! I’ve had it! Get your fucking things packed up right
now! Don’t argue with me!” She shouted,
her eyes narrowing at her daughter, and planted her hands on her hips after
standing up from her chair abruptly.
Alyssa’s blue eyes
widened in surprise before filling with tears, her lower lip trembling, looking
wounded. Mark cleared his throat and
backed out of the room, quietly closing the door behind him. Definitely not about to get himself involved
in this. The mother, Ms. Harris, seemed
to be a bit neurotic. That would explain
why Alyssa was so…not.
Just the look in her
daughter’s eyes broke Nicoya’s heart as she immediately dropped down on her
knees in front of her daughter and pulled her into her arms. “I’m sorry, baby girl. You know momma is only trying to protect
you. You know what I’ve said about
talking to people you don’t know.” She tried soothing her daughter, blinking
her own tears back, and shook her head as she mentally cursed her ex-boyfriend
for doing this to them. Even though he
didn’t know about Alyssa. Nicoya was
going to keep it that way too if she could help it. “Alyssa, I love you, sweetheart.” She pulled
back to stare into her blue eyes that matched her father’s, which made Nicoya’s
heart twinge. “Please don’t cry. I just don’t want you talking to anyone that
you don’t know, alright?” She was speaking softly to her daughter.
“Not-not even Mark?”
Alyssa asked softly. “He was so nice and
everything, momma. He got my pop out of
the machine when it got stuck, showed me how to punch that red thingy, made JBL
fall…” She giggled at that last one, looking wicked for a minute. “That was funny wasn’t it, Mom?”
“Not even Mark,
Alyssa. I’m sorry, but I don’t know the
man and neither do you. I don’t want to
get close to anyone else on this roster, do you understand me?” Nicoya asked in
a soft, but firm voice, wiping her tears away from her eyes, and sighed heavily
when Alyssa just looked away from her and began packing her things. She knew her daughter was upset with her, but
she was doing this for their own good.
Though somehow, deep down inside, Nicoya knew this was the beginning of
something disastrous and groaned inwardly
She’d done a great job hiding Alyssa from the roster, except Ashley and
Matt over the past six months since transferring from the RAW brand and now
this.
…Next Morning…
“Mom…Mom…Mom…Mom…” Alyssa
sighed when her mom just rolled over on her bed and quickly climbed up onto it,
beginning to jump. “MOMMY! Someone’s at the door!”
Groaning, Nicoya slowly
opened her eyes, sighing when the sunlight streamed through the room and hit
her eyes, causing her to squeeze them tightly shut. She peered over at the clock, seeing it was
just after nine in the morning, and groaned more. Who the Hell was there THIS early? “Alright, give momma a minute, honey.” She
softly said, and slid from the bed, wearing a red spaghetti strapped nightgown
that went down past her knees. She
pulled on her black silk robe, tying it around her waist, and headed for the
door, Alyssa bouncing behind her.
Alyssa peeked out behind
her mom when she opened the door, grinning broadly before tossing herself out
into the hallway, “MATTIE!”
Matt groaned, catching
her and falling backwards on the floor.
“You’re gettin’ heavy!” He teased, getting to his feet, holding
her. “I’m supposed to let you know Ashley
won’t be meeting you for lunch because she got herself stuck at an all-day
autograph session.” He said, looking up at Nicoya. “However, I’m willing to take the munchkin
here downstairs for breakfast since you look like you’re dead on your feet.” He
offered with a smile.
“That’s very kind of you,
Matthew, but-” Nicoya stopped when Alyssa jutted out her lower lip and started
pleading with her, wanting to spend some time with her Uncle Matt. Sighing resignedly, Nicoya rolled her eyes and
pointed her thumb behind her shoulder.
“Go get dressed.” She stated and chuckled when Alyssa made a beeline for
the bedroom, sighing heavily as she raked a hand through her black hair. “I really wish she didn’t have his energy.”
She quietly whispered, knowing exactly where Alyssa got her energy from.
Matt clucked his tongue,
reaching out to pat her arm gently.
“She’s a kid, Coya. Kids are just
balls of energy.” He said soothingly.
“Hell…look at Jeff, he’s still a ball of energy.” He joked, sighing when
he was rewarded with just a nod. “You
ready then, Aly?”
Alyssa nodded,
reappearing fully dressed and replied, “Yup.
Want us to bring you something, Mom?” She asked sweetly.
“No, sweetheart. You mind Matthew though and don’t give him a
hard time.” She stated and smiled when her daughter saluted her, that twinge
once again entering her heart, and bent down.
They hugged as she kissed Alyssa’s head and allowed Matt to escort her
away as she closed the door behind her.
Nicoya sighed heavily and raked a hand through her hair before heading
over to the balcony window, staring out of it.
She didn’t know why, but something was brewing inside of her. Telling her that trouble was coming.
~!~
Matt listened patiently
as Alyssa chattered over breakfast, shaking his head when she started talking
about her latest favorite wrestler.
Wondering where the Hell this fascination with the Deadman came
from. Then he looked up, blinking when
he seen Mark. Speaking of the
devil. Alyssa turned her head, smiling
when she seen Mark ordering something, and shouted out, “Hey! Undie!”
Mark started choking on his food.
~!~
Alyssa was staying with
her grandparents for the first eight years of her life, which Nicoya didn’t
mind, considering she wanted her daughter to have a normal life. That quickly changed though when she found
out her grandfather was hitting Alyssa, leaving marks on her. Nicoya quickly put a stop to her staying with
them and brought her on the road, just before transferring to Smackdown!. So her boyfriend had no clue she even had a
child that was by him. He never would
either, not after all the pain and torment he’d put on her through the past
eight years. The thought made tears
spring to her eyes, but Nicoya blinked them back. Was it a wonder why she didn’t want to get
close to anyone on the Smackdown! roster?
Mark could only listen as
Alyssa chattered away, sharing amused looks with Matt as they both walked
Alyssa back to her mother. He’d only
joined them at breakfast because she insisted, finding the little chatterbox
adorable. Then got conned into joining
them on the return trip, much to Matt’s amusement. “Does she ever take a breath?” He asked
amusedly.
“Not too often.” Matt
answered with a small chuckle.
Nicoya smiled when she
heard a knock on her door and immediately rushed over to answer it. She was wearing a pair of blue jeans with a
red tank top, her black hair framing her face and flowed down her back, hugging
her waist perfectly. She opened the door
and greeted, “Hey sweet-” Her words died when she seen Mark with her daughter
and Matt, not believing this, and tucked a strand of hair behind her hair
before bending down to hug her daughter.
“Did you have fun?” She quietly asked, not looking at the two men before
her, her eyes only for her little girl.
“Yeah! I had blueberry pancakes and French toast
with orange juice!” Alyssa said, which was her usual breakfast anyway. “I made Mark sit with us.” She confided,
looking pleased with herself.
Matt looked downright
amused. “She also commandeered him as an
escort.” He added for leverage, a smile on his face.
“Pleasure to be of
service.” Mark joked, winking down at Alyssa when she flashed him a sweet grin.
“I noticed.” Nicoya replied
wryly and slowly stood up, giving her daughter that stern look, and cleared her
throat. “Go to your room, Alyssa.” She
ordered, crossing her arms in front of her chest, not looking pleased at all. When her daughter went to argue, Nicoya shot
her the most stern, angry look she had yet and watched as her daughter zoomed
into the bedroom, closing the door behind her.
She then turned around to face Mark and took a deep breath. “I hope she wasn’t that much trouble, Mr.
Calaway.” She shot Matt that same look she did to her daughter and pointed to
the couch. “Inside. Now.”
Matt slinked into the room, looking like a scalded dog, and dropped down
on the couch.
“She wasn’t any trouble
at all, Ms. Harris.” Mark replied in the same tone of voice she used on
him. He nodded at Matt before walking
off.
Nicoya brushed off Mark’s
tone of voice, slamming the door behind her, and immediately spun around on
Matt. “You are NEVER taking my daughter
out to eat with you AGAIN! Do you have
ANY idea what you just did?! Alyssa was
already attached to him from last night and you made it worse! You know my policy, Matthew! My daughter is to go NOWHERE NEAR ANY of
these wrestlers!!” She shouted, her temper overtaking her, and raked her hands
through her hair as she started pacing in front of him. “Now I have to reprimand my daughter because
I already told her once to stay away from him!!” She groaned in frustration and
shook her head, not believing this mess.
“Coya, calm down.” Matt
said, standing up from the couch. “You
work for the WWE, honey. You can’t keep
her from the guys forever, and Mark seems to like her just as much as she likes
him.” He didn’t falter under the look she shot him. “Aly is a curious kid, you can’t stifle that
forever, Coya.” He reasoned gently.
“Yes I fucking can!” She
snapped, her lips pursed tightly together, and shook her head as the tears
swelled in her eyes, turning around and staring out the window. “Matthew,” She paused, sighing deeply, and
lowered her voice considerably so her daughter couldn’t overhear this
part. “He doesn’t know about her. The more secretive I can keep her, the better
off I’ll be.” She raked a hand through her hair as she looked down into his
dark eyes. “I didn’t mean to snap on
you, I just…I told her to stay away from him and she deliberately disobeyed
me. So I’m going to have to punish her,
not you because you obviously didn’t know my feelings on the situation until
now. She knew better and yet she did it
anyway, just like her fucking father.” She growled that last part in a low
voice.
Matt cleared his throat,
not sure what he could say to that. He
raked a hand through his hair, looking at Nicoya sympathetically. “Being like him isn’t something she can
control exactly, Coya.” He said gently.
“I know that.” She
whispered, wrapping her arms around herself, and rubbed them up and down. “But she is going to learn to listen to me or
else I’ll hire a babysitter to come on the road and keep her at the hotel. I made my decision after I left him that I
wouldn’t get attached to any of the other men on this roster and I’m keeping
that vow, no matter what. You and Ashley
are different, you’re like my family and hers.
But the rest of them I could care less about. I’m here to work and that’s it, not to make
friends.” She sighed heavily and shook her head. “I’m sorry for snapping on you, Matthew.” She
apologized softly and walked over to stare out the window.
“I know you are and don’t
apologize, Coya. I should have known
better.” Matt admitted, shaking his head at himself. He did know better, but it was hard for
anyone to do anything against the legendary Phenom, Matt included, awed of
him. “There anything you need before I
take off?”
“No, nothing else and
don’t beat yourself up over it.” She stated softly, walking over and hugged him
around the neck, kissing his cheek.
“I’ll see you tonight at the arena.” She then walked him to the door and
waved him off before closing the door behind her.
Chapter 3
Taking a few deep breaths
to calm down, Nicoya squared her shoulders and turned around, her lips pursed
tightly together, and cleared her throat loudly. “Alyssa Marie Harris, come out here right
now.” She called out, crossing her arms in front of her chest, and when the door
to the bedroom opened, she pointed to the couch. “Sit down.”
Alyssa kept her head
down, not daring to look at her mom just yet, knowing she was in BIG
trouble. She perched on the edge of the
couch, hands twisting together nervously with her shoulders slumped, and
quietly asked, “Yes Mom?”
“Alyssa, what am I going
to do with you? Seriously, I told you to
stay away from him and what did you do?
You defied me like you always do!” Nicoya scolded her daughter, her eyes
filled with anger, though she knew she could never punish her daughter. She loved her too much and she was the most
important person in the world to her.
“Why can’t you ever once just listen to what I say? I am your mother and if you can’t start listening
to me, Alyssa, I’m going to have to do something I really don’t want to do…”
When Alyssa looked up at her with terrified blue eyes, Nicoya raised an eyebrow
back at her. “I’ll hire a babysitter for
you if you can’t learn to obey my wishes and listen to me. Now I want to know, why did you invite Mr.
Calaway to join you and Matthew for breakfast this morning?”
“Because he looked
lonely!” Alyssa said, sounding upset.
“Everyone else kinda avoids him and sometimes he looks lonely.” She
sighed, crossing her arms over her chest in an all too adult gesture and hung
her head. “I’m sorry, Mommy. I’ll listen to you from now on, just please
don’t get a babysitter.”
Sighing deeply, knowing
her daughter was just following her heart, like Nicoya did a lot, she smiled
and walked over to her. She sat down on
the couch and pulled her into her arms, setting her on her lap, and kissed the
top of her head. “I know you like
interacting with the others, Aly. I know
that, baby girl, but you also need to realize that you can’t trust anyone on
the roster except for Matthew, Ashley, Jeffy, and Ky. They are the ONLY ones that won’t hurt
you. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
Her tone was gentle and soft, running her fingers through her daughter’s black
hair, sighing deeply. She knew she
couldn’t hide her daughter forever, but for the time being, she would try her
damnest to continue to do so.
Alyssa stared at her mom
out of puzzled blue eyes, wondering why she was being treated like some sort of
secret, but nodded. “I understand Mom.”
She sighed, wrapping her arms around Nicoya’s neck. “So…does this mean I’m NOT in trouble?” She
asked hopefully.
“No, you’re not in
trouble anymore.” Nicoya soothed, stroking her back as they embraced, and
sighed heavily. She knew Alyssa liked
Mark, there was a connection between them.
That’s why Nicoya was being so stern with her daughter about staying
away from him because she didn’t want her daughter to get hurt. She refused to let it happen and she wasn’t
about to get involved with another wrestler.
“Tell ya what? Why don’t you go
put your shoes on and we’ll head to the arena, okay? Momma has a lot to work to catch up from last
night and you can hang out with Ashley if you want.” She smiled when her
daughter rolled her eyes and shook her head with a smile.
Alyssa didn’t say another
word after rolling her eyes, knowing her mom had skipped some work last night
to return them to the hotel. She
obediently headed to her bedroom and slipped on her tennis shoes, taking her
time to lace them up. Finally, Alyssa
came out, her backpack of stuff to do over her shoulders. “I’m ready, Mom.” She announced softly.
Nicoya smiled over at her
daughter and nodded, taking her hand, and lead her out of the hotel room,
carrying her black bag over her shoulder.
It held her laptop and documents she’d need to write out the next script
for that following week’s show.
Sometimes, the job got stressful, but Nicoya loved it, even after all
the shit happened with her ex-boyfriend.
She looked down at her daughter as they arrived at the elevator and let
her press the button, shaking her head as she laughed quietly. Alyssa was already a bundle of energy. A trait she no doubt inherited from her
father. Sometimes, Nicoya wondered what
he would think if he could see this beautiful angel and know that she was part
of him. Then she thought about what
she’d seen him doing with Torrie Wilson on the RAW brand and immediately
squashed that thought, refusing to subject her daughter to the same hurt and
betrayal as she felt. Her thoughts were
broken as the elevator doors opened and they stepped inside, pressing the lobby
floor.
Alyssa sighed, moving to
lean back against the wall only to find her bump into something that wasn’t the
elevator panel. She tilted her head
back, eyes widening when she seen Mark, and stepped away, looking at the
doors. Remembering she wasn’t supposed
to talk to him anymore. Mark arched a
curious eyebrow, wondering where the little chatterbox from earlier was, and
cleared his throat. “Mom said I’m not
supposed to talk to you anymore.” Alyssa explained, peeking over her shoulder
to find him about to speak.
Nicoya groaned when she
heard that, sighing heavily, and dropped her head forward, knowing exactly who
was behind them. She bit her bottom lip,
keeping her back to him, flat out refusing to turn around, and felt like
dying. She wished the floor beneath
would open up and swallow her whole, but knew it wouldn’t happen. This was just her luck as she held her
daughter’s hand tightly in her grasp, but not to the point of hurting her,
wishing this elevator would go faster.
She felt her cheeks inflaming with embarrassment. Leave it to her daughter to dig her grave for
her.
“MOM!” Alyssa shrieked
when the elevator lurched. “WHAT WAS
THAT?” She clung to Nicoya, freaking out royally.
Mark cursed, looking up,
wondering that himself. “It’s just a
little glitch, angel.” He said down to Alyssa, his tone soft and
reassuring. He grunted when the elevator
lurched again before staring back up, heading towards the top floor.
“We’re going the wrong
way! We’re gonna die!” Alyssa shrieked,
tears pooling in her blue eyes, overreacting like any normal eight year old
would.
Nicoya’s midnight blue
eyes widened and immediately bent down to pull her daughter in her arms,
holding her tightly to her, and squeezed her eyes shut. “Shhh it’s okay, Alyssa. Calm down, baby girl.” She whispered
soothingly, groaning when the elevator gave another lurch, and ended up falling
back, hitting the wall with Alyssa curled up on her lap as she sighed. ‘Damn it, what’s going on?!’ She thought
angrily, raking a hand through her hair, and tried remaining calm for her
daughter’s sake.
Mark took quick inventory
of the two girls. Nicoya looked pale,
but determined, apparently hiding whatever she was thinking. Alyssa was on the verge of hysterics. He walked over to the control panel, pressing
the CALL button. Only to wind up with a
bunch of static. He looked up when he
heard a groaning sound, green eyes narrowing.
Nicoya was rocking her
daughter in her arms, soothing her the best she could, and looked up at Mark,
wondering what could be wrong with the elevator. “What is it?” She quietly asked, not wanting
to startle her daughter, who was still trembling and crying harshly. “Calm down, Aly. Nothing is going to happen to us, baby girl I
promise.” She cooed to her, but never took her eyes from Mark.
Mark shrugged. “Don’t know.
Gears might not be oiled up, or the riggin’ is…” He trailed off, sighing
heavily, and pressed the emergency button on the control panel before looking
up. He easily removed one of the panels
that compromised the compartments ceiling and gripped the edges.
“Mom…what is he doing?”
Alyssa demanded when all she could see was Mark’s legs dangling. “Ain’t he a little big to be doing that?”
“Oh my god! Mr. Calaway, get down here now before you
hurt yourself!” Nicoya shouted in surprise, holding her daughter tighter to
her, and sighed when Alyssa tried getting up to follow him. “No Aly, stay here.” She ordered, pulling her
back down to sit with her, and couldn’t believe what Mark was doing. The man was going to get himself killed!
“Tell ya what, stop
callin’ me that and I’ll think on it.” Mark replied, his legs disappearing from
view.
“MOM! Where’d he go?” Alyssa shrieked, feeling the
elevator sway followed by the obvious thuds of Mark’s heavy boots then another
creaking sound. “MOMMY!”
Nicoya cringed when she
heard that and sighed, hearing Alyssa’s worried tone for this man, and shook
her head. “Mark, get down here before
you cause Alyssa to have a heart attack!” She called up to him, seeing her
daughter’s eyes widened, and held her tighter to her. “He’s on top of the elevator, baby girl. Just stay put.” She soothed Alyssa and
groaned when her daughter became hysterical again.
Mark’s head and arms
appeared in the elevator, dangling.
“Come here, angel.” He ordered, not caring about what her mother thought
at the moment.
“Nuh-uh!” Alyssa
whimpered, shaking her head furiously.
“You want out of here,
don’tcha?” Mark asked, raising an eyebrow at her.
Alyssa stared into his
eyes for a minute before jumping into the air, letting him catch her and pull
her up as she shouted, “Whoa, this is cool!”
“MARK CALAWAY, WHAT ARE
YOU DOING?!” Nicoya shrieked in fear, not believing Alyssa bounded out of her
arms, and was on her feet instantly. She
was shaking from head to toe, worried sick about her baby girl, and began to
feel tears burn her eyes. “Alyssa, get
down here NOW!!” She shouted, raking a hand through her black hair, and felt
the elevator lurch again. “ALYSSA!”
Mark’s arms appeared in
the carriage again, grabbing Nicoya by the arms, and slowly pulled her
struggling form up. He stood up, looping
an arm around her waist to steady her and gestured to where Alyssa was standing. “Mom, look!” Alyssa pointed up about four
feet above them to where the sixth floor elevator doors had been pried
open. “See what Mark did?”
“You ready to get out of
here?” Mark asked, still holding onto Nicoya with one arm, reaching out for
Alyssa’s hand. “Careful angel, mind yer
step now.”
Nicoya swallowed hard,
the tears brimming her eyelids, and watched as her daughter watched her step
before grabbing her hand. She
immediately pulled her into her arms and stroked her black hair as she looked
up at the open doors. “How did you-” Her
words died in her throat when Mark lifted her and Alyssa up with ease through
the door, causing them to back away, and Nicoya immediately got on her knees,
examining her daughter. “Are you hurt,
baby girl? Did anything hit you?” She
was trying to calm down and started crying when she seen Alyssa was perfectly
safe, wrapping her arms around her, and hugged her tightly, squeezing her.
“I’m fine!” Alyssa said
impatiently, trying to wiggle free.
“MOM! I can’t breathe!” She
whined. “Where’s Mark?”
“Right here angel.” Mark
replied, hoisting himself up through the cap in the now closing doors. “Christ…now it’s workin’.” He grunted, using
one massive arm to push open the doors again, barely getting through without
getting clipped.
Alyssa tossed herself
into his arms, letting him pick her up, burying her face in his neck, and
asked, “How’d you DO that?”
Nicoya watched her
daughter run into Mark’s arms and slowly rose to her feet, wiping her tears
away, and walked over, running her fingers through her soft black hair. “You scared me to death, Alyssa Marie! Don’t you EVER do that again!” She had to
walk away to catch her breath, pressing a hand to her stomach, and allowed her
daughter to have a moment alone with her savior. Her savior.
Nicoya had to smile at that as she took a few deep breaths, trying to
calm her racing heart. Alyssa literally
scared her to death. “Christ, I’m gonna
have a head full of gray at this rate.” She whispered to herself.
“Give her a minute.” Mark
whispered when he seen Alyssa was about to call out to her mother. “She’s a bit scared.”
“Why? That was so cool!” Alyssa exclaimed, looking
confused, her previous terror forgotten.
“I thought it was fun.”
“Bit of a daredevil
aren’t ya, angel?” Mark asked, looking amused as he moved her so she was riding
piggyback on him.
“Uh huh.” Alyssa agreed,
her arms wrapped around his neck.
“Are you quite finished
scaring your mother to death?” Nicoya finally asked, crossing her arms in front
of her chest, and sighed heavily when her daughter just stuck her tongue out at
her. She then turned her attention to
Mark and cleared her throat. “Thanks
for…doing that for us…Mr-Mark.” She caught herself this time and raked a hand
through her hair.
Mark shrugged, grinning
when Alyssa squealed. “Not a problem,
Ms. Harris.” He replied nonchalantly.
“Her name is Nicoya.”
Alyssa whispered in his ear.
“I think she might prefer
Ms. Harris, angel.” Mark whispered back, trying not to smile.
“Good point.”
“You can call me Coya or
Nico if you want, Mark.” She said, smiling up at her daughter, though her heart
felt like it was lodged in her throat.
“I hate being called Nicoya.” She informed him, shaking her head when Alyssa
just smirked back down at her, and sighed resignedly. “Alright fine, you can talk to him, Aly, but
no one else.” Her voice got stern and narrowed her eyes a bit at her
daughter. “Got it?”
Alyssa nodded eagerly,
looking like Christmas had just come early.
She wrapped her arms even tighter around Mark’s throat, not even
realizing she’d just cut off his circulation.
“You hear that?” She asked excitedly.
Mark gently loosened her
hold on him and nodded, “I heard little one, mind lettin’ me breathe some?”
“Oops!” Alyssa laughed
happily. “Hey Mom, can he be my new
babysitter when you gotta do something?
PLEASE?”
“Honey, he’s very busy…”
Nicoya hesitated, biting her bottom lip, seeing the pleading look in her
daughter’s eyes, and sighed heavily.
“Only if he approves.” She finally said, cringing when she began to
squeal, and couldn’t stop laughing if she tried at the look on Mark’s
face. “I do believe you have a new
crush, Mark.” She pointed out, staring pointedly at her daughter, who just
grinned proudly. “She’s smitten with
you.”
“I noticed.” Mark
replied, not seeming too bothered with it.
“She’s a cutie.” He grinned broadly when Alyssa enthusiastically agreed
and fell into step with Nicoya. “I think
it might be a good idea to take the stairs this time.”
“Hey…ya gonna watch me or
not?” Alyssa demanded, tugging on his hair to get his attention back.
“If yer momma don’t mind,
I’d love too.” Mark replied, meaning what he said, having become completely
entranced with this little girl.
“I already told you I
don’t mind as long as he approves.” Nicoya replied, sighing when her daughter
started jumping up and down. She
groaned, wondering what she just got herself into with this situation, and felt
like slapping herself for even agreeing to this. The man did save them after all so in a way,
he felt in debt to him, even though he’d scared the Hell out of her. “I hope you can handle her.” She commented
and smirked down at her daughter, who was lit up like stars. “She’s a handful. One big ball of energy.” She sighed as they
finally arrived in the hotel lobby, her black bag still slung over her
shoulder.
“Hey! You can show me more of the punching
thing! Can you show me how to do the
tombstone? Does it hurt? Do you really drop people on their head?”
Alyssa demanded eagerly, shooting questions off left and right out of her
mouth.
“No, yes and sometimes.”
Mark answered, not missing a beat. He
followed them out to the back parking lot.
“Well kiddo, this is where we part ways.”
“Oh Mom…” Alyssa groaned,
not wanting to leave him yet. “He has a
MOTORCYCLE, can I ride it? Pretty,
pretty please?”
“No, absolutely not,
Alyssa.” Nicoya shook her head emphatically, crossing her arms in front of her
chest, and groaned when she started throwing a fit. “I said NO!” She shouted, her voice stern,
and furrowed her eyebrows together.
“Bikes kill, Alyssa Marie! Now
come on, we’re already running late enough as it is.” She extended her hand to
her and dropped it when Alyssa refused to take it. “If you don’t get your little ass over there,
I’m not letting mark watch you.” She threatened, raising an eyebrow.
“Mark, do bikes really
kill?” Alyssa asked curiously, completely ignoring her mother.
“Depends on the driver,
angel, but stop arguin’ with yer momma.
She doesn’t want ya ridin’ and I can’t blame her. She has every right to be scared.” Mark said,
staring down at Alyssa firmly.
Alyssa nodded, appearing
to take his word as gospel, and trotted over to her mother. “We’re gonna go to the arena now?” She asked
her mother sweetly.
Sighing heavily, Nicoya
already looked exhausted as she nodded, watching her daughter scamper off
toward the car. “Thanks, Mark.” She said
softly, smiling at him, and raked a hand through her hair before venturing off
to join her daughter.
Chapter 4
A few minutes later, they
were on the road and Nicoya smiled as she watched her daughter gaze at Mark out
of her window. “What makes you so
attached to him, Aly?” She asked curiously, wondering where this fascination
was coming from.
“I don’t know…” Alyssa
shrugged, peeling her eyes away from Mark as he flashed her a quick grin and
pulled ahead of them. “He’s not as bad
as people make him out to be is he, Mommy?
He’s not mean or angry.” She tapped her chin thoughtfully, forehead scrunched
together. “Why don’t you like him?”
“It’s not that I don’t
like him, baby girl. It’s
just…complicated.” Nicoya sighed heavily, wishing she didn’t have to keep
things hidden from her daughter, but she had no choice. Some things were better kept hidden as Nicoya
watched Mark pull in front of them and shook her head as they drove to the
arena. Once they arrived, Nicoya slid
out, grabbing Alyssa’s hand before she could rush over to the doors, and
grabbed her bag before heading inside.
“You’re going to be the death of me one day, Alyssa.”
“How am I going to be the
death of you, Mom?” Alyssa asked curiously, allowing herself to be pulled into
the arena, looking confused. “I’m not
dangerous am I?”
“No sweetheart, you’re
not.” Nicoya reassured her daughter with a smile and walked inside the
arena. She immediately stopped dead in
her tracks, causing Alyssa to bump into her, and felt her eyes widen in shock
at how many people were here. ‘What is
going on?’ She immediately thought and grabbed Alyssa’s hand tightly in her
own. “Don’t you dare leave my sight,
Alyssa Marie or you’ll be in big trouble.” She warned, complete seriousness in
her eyes, and started heading toward her office.
Alyssa didn’t need to be
told twice about this. There were way
too many people for her to even think about trying to run off. She clung to Nicoya, wincing when she was
tugged between the wrestlers. Some not
even appearing to notice her. “Mom, who
are all these guys? What’s going on?”
The little girl questioned, a hint of fear in her voice.
“I don’t know, baby
girl. Come here.” She stated, lifting
her little girl in her arms, and smiled when Alyssa wrapped her legs around her
waist and her arms around her neck, burying her face in it. “It’s okay, Aly. It’ll be okay, sweetheart.” She cooed to her,
knowing Alyssa was scared because she didn’t know what was going on.
“Where’re we supposed to
go?” Alyssa whispered, her eyes wide as she stared over her mom’s
shoulder. “I can’t see any of the signs
of the doors like usual.” She smiled slightly when she seen Mark appeared in
the hallway, a little pathway being made for him. “You should get behind Mark, Mom, everyone’s
making way. Why? I thought he didn’t cut people up….”
“Alyssa, be quiet for a
minute please.” Nicoya stated, holding her daughter tightly and tossed her bag
over her shoulder as they finally arrived in her office. She barely managed to get the door open,
having to shove Melina out of her way, and slammed the door behind her before
setting her daughter down. “Go over to
the couch and relax. I have work to do.”
She stated, sitting down in her chair, and had to stop to catch her
breath. What the Hell was going on?
Alyssa groaned, knowing
that somehow things were going to be much different from now on. She settled down on the couch, picking up the
tiny remote that rested on the arm, and started flicking through channels. Getting bored finally, Alyssa switched it so
she could watch the cameras panning the hallway. “Can I get that?” She asked eagerly when someone
knocked on Nicoya’s office door.
“No, stay put, Alyssa.”
She ordered, clearing her throat, and raked a hand through her hair as she
sighed heavily. “Come in!” She called
out, hoping they heard her because it sounded like there was a huge circus in the
backstage area. This wasn’t a
pay-per-view weekend so what was going on?
Nicoya felt something in the pit of her stomach telling her that the
person who stopped in her office now would have the answer and she wasn’t going
to like it one bit.
Matt opened the door,
ushering Ashley and Kyra inside, keeping them away from Jeff, who wasn’t happy
because they’d both smacked him upside his head. “KNOCK IT OFF!” He ordered when they rounded
on him.
“Coya, thank god…” Kyra
spun around alongside Ashley, who was her twin sister, tempted to strangle
someone’s neck, but seeing her friend again overrode that.
“Um, Mom? Which one is which?” Alyssa demanded,
bouncing in place, ready to shell out some hugs, but not sure who was who. They were in different clothes, but other
than that, it was hard to tell between Ashley and Kyra. One of their many tricks they loved pulling
on the Hardy brothers since Kyra was dating Jeff and Ashley was with Matt. “Arms up!” The twins laughed, raising their
arms up in the air, waiting patiently as Alyssa inspected them. “Ky!” Alyssa hugged her, giggling when she
was scooped up. “Ohhh Jeffy too!”
Jeff grinned as he lifted
the little girl in his arms, after taking her from Kyra’s arms, and kissed her
cheek, rubbing his nose against hers.
“Hey munchkin! What’s crackin’,
jackin’?” He asked with a grin, laughing when Alyssa started giggling, and
looked over at Nicoya, immediately wiping the grin off of his face. “Coya, there’s something we need to tell
you…”
“Christ, I knew it. I knew all of you were here to deliver me bad
news.” She grumbled, raking a hand through her black hair, and took a deep
breath to calm her racing heart. “What
is it, guys? What’s going on and why are
there so many people here on a Smackdown! show?”
Ashley cleared her
throat, sharing a look with Kyra before both glanced at Matt. “Why do I always have to be the bearer of bad
news?” Matt demanded, raising both of his hands up into the air exasperated.
Kyra rolled her
eyes. “Raw and Smackdown!...have been
merged. We’re all one big show again,
Coya.” She finally said, knowing an explosion was about to happen.
“What? You mean I get to see you and Jeff all the
time now?” Alyssa asked, sounding positively thrilled.
“WHAT?!” Nicoya exploded,
causing everyone, even her daughter, to jump about a foot away from her. “WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN WE’RE MERGING?!”
She screamed, not believing what was happening, and suddenly felt tears welling
up in her eyes as she shook her head frantically. “Oh god…”
She immediately grabbed Alyssa’s hand and began packing her things
away. “I need to go NOW! We need to leave. We can’t be here. I’ll do something.” She was rambling
incoherently as the tears began sliding down her cheeks.
Jeff sighed as he dropped
his head forward, shaking it back and forth solemnly, already knowing what kind
of reaction Nicoya would have. “Coya,
you know Vince won’t allow it…” He reminded her softly.
“Coya, calm down! You know we’re here for you. We’ll help you out with…everything.” Ashley
said, taking a hesitant step towards Nicoya.
Kyra sighed, rubbing the
heel of her hand against her forehead.
“There’s four of us, Coya, you know we don’t mind helping out.” She
already knew about the babysitting for Alyssa as well as the keeping her away
from scumbag. Plus, her brother not
knowing she worked for the company.
“Jeff’s right, you can’t
just leave. Vince would haul you into
court so fast, your head would spin, honey.” Matt chimed in, not wanting Nicoya
to leave, hating that she always ran from her problems.
“Um…someone mind telling
me what’s going on?” Alyssa demanded, walking over to tug on Matt’s hand
impatiently.
“Let him!! Christ, he CAN’T see Alyssa! He just can’t! He’ll know and my brother…” Nicoya felt her
head spinning out of control as she plopped down in her chair, blinking
rapidly, and finally broke down as the shock wore off. “How could this happen to me? I was so careful! I don’t have any place to send her! I REFUSE to subject her to my grandparent’s
abuse! What am I going to do?” She cried
harder, burying her face in her hands, and hunched over, sobs beginning to take
over. Her ex-boyfriend and brother were
going to be on the same show that she worked on and she’d have to work with
them because they were wrestlers. She
was the lead script writer and therefore, all the final decisions went through
her after Vince.
“Coya…” Jeff felt his
heart break for her, sighing heavily as he lifted Alyssa up in his arms, and
hugged her tightly. “Honey, your momma
had some bad experiences with a few people who work here. And yes, you’ll get to see me and Ky more.”
He grinned at her, trying to cheer her up.
Even though he knew the little girl was scared to death of how her
mother was acting right now.
Ashley looked like she
didn’t know what to do or say. She
chewed on her thumbnail for a few minutes, trying to figure out something to
say to make Nicoya feel better. “I
usually don’t have anything to do besides my backstage shots.” Kyra said
slowly. “I could watch her at the hotel
for you, Coya.” Matt nodded in agreement, trying to help Nicoya anyway he
could.
“Who’s HE and you have a
brother, Mom? I have an uncle? Who is he?
Can I meet him? What’s his name?”
Alyssa was running off at the mouth with her questions again, going one hundred
miles a minute it seemed.
“No, you are not allowed
to meet ANYONE in this company, Alyssa Marie.
I’m hiring you a babysitter and you’re staying at the hotel from now
on. No ifs, ands or buts about it, young
lady.” Nicoya’s tone was final as she stood up from her chair, raking a hand
through her hair, not believing this was happening. She knew if her ex-boyfriend got wind of her
having a daughter, all Hell would break loose, not to mention her brother. She hadn’t seen him since she was ten years
old so she doubted he’d recognize her so she was safe as far as that was
concerned. “And you’re not staying with
Mark either. I don’t trust him, no
matter what happened today. This has
gotten serious now.” She raked a hand through her hair and began pacing back
and forth, chewing her thumbnail.
Jeff groaned when Alyssa
started throwing a fit and bounded out of his arms, causing him to sigh
heavily, and wrapped his arm around Kyra’s shoulders. “This sucks.” He muttered under his breath.
“MOM, YOU PROMISED NO
BABYSITTERS BESIDES MARK AND ASHLEY!” Alyssa screamed, hands on her hips,
throwing a temper tantrum. “I’M NOT-”
She looked up when Ashley clamped a hand on her mouth, glaring.
“Stop yelling at your
mom, she’s got enough on her plate right now, Alyssa.” Ashley ordered firmly.
Kyra winced when Alyssa
tossed herself into her arms, kneeling down to hold her. “Come on, Aly, it won’t be that bad…” She
said softly, trying to calm the little girl down.
“I’ll run away if she
does it.” Alyssa promised gravely. “I
will. I want one of you to watch
me. Mom, why can’t Ash and Ky watch me? Why can’t Mark? Especially after today!”
“Mark? What is up with Mark? I thought you wanted him to stay away?” Matt
questioned, raising a black eyebrow in question at Nicoya, wondering what the
Hell had happened.
“Alyssa Marie Harris, one
more word out of your mouth and I swear I’ll make you REGRET IT!” She hissed
back at her daughter, her midnight blue eyes shooting fire, and sighed heavily
as she looked at Matt solemnly. She went
into the explanation about how Mark saved Alyssa and her from the elevator
today and how Alyssa asked Mark to be her babysitter. She agreed because she felt she owed
him. “That’s not going to happen anymore
though. Not with that asshole and my
brother lurking around. This has gotten
serious and if I would’ve known prior to taking her from my grandparents, I
would’ve sent her somewhere else.” She started pacing again as everyone just
stared at her. “She has a fascination
with Mark and I don’t know why. Don’t
fucking ask me, but she’s NOT coming to the arenas anymore. The subject is CLOSED. I’m hiring a babysitter because you all are
too busy to deal with her. Just let me
handle this and if she even THINKS about running away, then I’ll make sure she
regrets attempting it.” Nicoya’s tone was firm and final, no room for
discussion or argument. She was going to
do what was right for her daughter, even if Alyssa hated her for it.
“Coya, we’re not too busy,
but if you feel that way, then that’s fine.
I’ll respect your wishes.” Jeff replied lowly, his green eyes narrowed
somewhat, and sighed heavily, his heart breaking for the little girl. He just wished Nicoya would open up her
damned eyes and realize how much she was hurting her daughter, even though that
wouldn’t happen. Not after finding out
her ex and brother were on the same show as her now.
Alyssa gasped, tears
coursing down her face, her blue eyes wide with emotion. “I HATE YOUR STUPID JOB!” She screamed,
glaring at her mother from the safety of Kyra’s arms. “You always ruin everything!” She sobbed,
sounding like her heart would break.
“Now I won’t ever get to see anyone!” She sniffled, letting Kyra wipe
away her tears with a blue bandana she snagged from Jeff’s back pocket.
Matt sighed heavily,
stuffing his hands in his pockets, his heart breaking for both Nicoya and
Alyssa. “Pumpkin…” He began, shutting up
with Ashley nudged him.
Sighing heavily, Nicoya
didn’t like all the stares she was receiving from her friends, and gently, but
firmly pulled her daughter out of Kyra’s arms.
She bent down to be eye level with her and felt her own tears course
down her cheeks. “Alyssa, I’m only doing
what I feel is right, sweetheart…” She dropped her head when Alyssa began
walking away from her and slowly stood up, wrapping her arms around herself,
and stared at the wall. No matter what,
Nicoya knew she was screwed. He was going
to find out even if she did start hiding Alyssa out because of the others who’d
came in contact with her. “Alright,” She
finally spoke, turning around to face her daughter, and wiped her tears
away. “This is my mistake. I made this choice and I’m going to suffer
for it, not my daughter. She can stay at
the arenas with me and she can stay with Mark or whoever she wishes as LONG as
I know them.” Nicoya knew her change of heart was because of what her daughter
said, but she didn’t care. She wasn’t
going to allow her brother and ex to chase her daughter away from her.
“Now THAT’S the Coya we
ALL know and LOVE!” Jeff shouted with joy and started doing the chicken dance,
grinning like an adorable idiot. “Oh
yeah, Coya is da WOMAN!” He began clucking like a chicken. “And Alyssa is da MUNCHKIN!”
“I’d forgotten what a
doofus he is.” Alyssa commented, trying to smile, but still feeling too
miserable to do so after her outburst.
Kyra nodded, studying her
boyfriend and replied, “Yeah, he is a doofus.”
Ashley walked over to hug
Nicoya. “Don’t worry so much, Coya. We’re all going to do our best to make sure
everything works out.” She promised, wishing she could do more.
Nodding, Nicoya hugged
her back, not able to stop laughing at Jeff’s hilarious antics, and walked over
as she bent down to be eye level with her daughter again. “There are two people you need to stay away
from, baby girl alright?” When Alyssa nodded, Nicoya smiled as she guided her
over to the couch and sat down. “The first
is Stone Cold Steve Austin. His real
name is Steve Williams, you with me so far?”
“Stone Cold, Steve
Williams. Got it.” Alyssa nodded,
looking at Jeff, and busted out into a giggle.
“Mom, is he fruity?” Kyra and Ashley slumped against each other,
laughing hysterically at that.
“Still mad at me,
sweetheart?” Nicoya murmured softly in her daughter’s ear, hugging her close,
ignoring her question about Jeff since she already knew the answer to that
question.
“No…” Alyssa snuggled
against her mother. “I wasn’t mad…Well,
maybe a little. Who’s the other person I
can’t be around?” She asked curiously, wanting to make sure she didn’t run into
these people.
Chapter 5
Matt calmly walked over
to Jeff, who was still doing the chicken dance, and poured the contents of his
bottle on his brother’s head, grinning when Jeff started sputtering. “That ought to cool down your jets there,
Fruity.” He stated, causing the twins to start bursting out in more giggles.
Before Nicoya could even
respond to her daughter’s question, a knock sounded at her office door,
followed by Mark poking his head in. She
sighed when Alyssa instantly bounded off her lap over to him. “Hello Mark.” She greeted softly, standing up
from the couch, and couldn’t stop smiling at how flirtatious her daughter could
be. ‘Like father like daughter.’ She
thought bitterly, but hid it well as she sat down at her desk, beginning her
work for the night.
“You know what? You all SUCK!” Jeff grumbled and stomped out
of the door, groaning when he was tripped, and ended up colliding into a tray
full of cables. “Goddamn it!!”
Mark caught Alyssa,
placing her on his hip, his green eyes taking in the rest of the people,
shaking his head when he heard Jeff.
“Kid always did have two left feet till he hit the ropes.” He said
evenly, grinning when Alyssa started chanting the word ‘Fruit’ in a sing song
voice. “What’s that about?”
Matt cleared his throat,
moving over to stand next to Nicoya.
“You going to be alright?” He asked her softly, watching as Alyssa and
Mark chatted.
“I’ll be fine. Go on, Matthew.” She replied softly, patting
his hand in reassurance, and turned around fully in her chair, ready to get
busy on her work as Matt and the twins vacated her office. “What can I do for you, Mark or did you come
here to see my daughter?” She asked casually, not looking up, and leaned back
in her chair as she looked over a script.
Mark chuckled, looking at
her before gently setting Alyssa down.
“Actually, I came to see you.” He said, moving to sit down in the chair
opposite her, clucking his tongue when Alyssa scrambled onto his lap.
“What about me?” Alyssa
demanded, sounding a little jealous.
“Well you already knew I
was here to see you.” He whispered in her ear.
“But I can’t leave yer momma out now can I?”
“Ohhh…” She understood
now and snuggled into his lap.
Nicoya raised an eyebrow
over at Mark curiously and slowly looked up from her papers so she was staring
at him. “What can I do for you?” She
asked, crossing her arms in front of her chest, and smirked as her daughter
became jealous. She had more than a few
traits from her father, but she wasn’t about to let that bother her. She had to stay focused and not worry about
her brother or her ex-boyfriend. “If
this is about your script, it’s not ready yet.” She informed him in a
professional tone of voice.
Mark groaned softly upon
hearing that. “Any chance it’ll be done
before Vince can decide to toy with my night?” He asked finally, not liking his
boss’s habit of suddenly giving Mark a ‘line’ to do when he’d yet to receive
his script.
“Unfortunately I’m a little
behind, but I promise to have it done by the end of the night for you.” She
replied and turned her attention back to the paperwork, picking up her pen, and
stared the task, deciding to do Mark’s first.
Since he was so eager to have it.
She didn’t blame him, but at the same time, she knew her work load was
doubled do to the merge of both brands.
Mark went to stand up
only to find Alyssa crawling up on his shoulders, grunting when her heel got in
his eye. “Careful, angel.” He cautioned,
feeling his hair going everywhere as she settled on his shoulders.
“Hey, you got grays
coming in!” She pointed out, her blue eyes widened in wonder.
Mark groaned, “Thanks
angel…” Though he didn’t sound thrilled about that revelation.
“I told you she was a
handful.” Nicoya giggled as she reminded him, shaking her head, and leaned back
in her chair, reading over the script.
Something wasn’t quite fitting this so she erased it and proceeded to
try again while Alyssa was pestering Mark.
“Just say the word if you want her to leave you alone and I’ll make it
happen, Mark.” She assured him with a smile before going back to her task.
“Nah…she’s fine.” Mark
replied, growling when Alyssa started braiding his hair into tiny braids. “Alright angel, that’s where I draw the line.”
“But you have such pretty
hair!” Alyssa protested, giggling when he grabbed her by the waist and raised
her up so she was touching the ceiling.
“Wow…you are really tall! Mom, look!”
“No thank you. Mom is trying to work, Aly.” Nicoya replied,
her eyes glued on the paperwork, and sighed as she once again erased it before
going back to her original idea. She
decided it would have to do since her brain wasn’t working at the moment and
went to the next part of the script, which was easier than the first part.
“MOM!” Alyssa protested,
shrieking when she started falling only to be caught in a firm, but gentle
grip. “That…was…AWESOME!” She grinned
broadly, her knees shaking only a little bit when Mark set her on her feet on
the floor. “Can we do that again?”
Mark snuck a look at
Nicoya before shaking his head. “I don’t
think so, angel. She might see.” He
teased.
Nicoya shook her head as
she stopped writing and peered over her paperwork, her midnight blue eyes
filled with wonder and amusement. “Fine,
I’m watching.” She laughed when Mark did it to her daughter again and felt her
heart lodge in her throat when she seen him almost drop Alyssa. “Okay enough of that. I’ve had enough heart attacks for one day.”
Mark cleared his throat, instantly setting Alyssa down, not wanting to upset
her mother.
“Mom, that was so cool,
like being on a ride at an amusement park or something. You sure-” Alyssa didn’t finish that,
deciding she had tested her mother’s patience enough for one night already. “Can Mark take me to get something to drink?”
“I’m not angry or upset
with either of you.” She assured her daughter, as if reading her mind, and
peeked up at Mark before staring back at her daughter, nodding in
approval. “Go ahead, honey, ask Mark
first though.” She stated, kissing her forehead, and turned back to stare down
at her paperwork.
Alyssa turned her
suddenly big blue eyes onto Mark, batting her black eyelashes at him. “Please Mark, will you take me to the
cafeteria for something to drink?” She asked in that over-the-top, too adorable
for words, sweet voice.
Mark arched an eyebrow,
appearing to think about it. “I don’t
know…” He drawled, laughing when she puckered her forehead into a frown. “I’ll take ya, angel, only cause I’m feelin’
a bit parched myself.” He said finally, smirking when she snorted. “Now…what is she allowed to have to drink,
Ms. Harris?”
“I gave her a really hard
time tonight so anything she wants, Mr. Calaway.” She replied solemnly, feeling
horrible for causing her daughter’s temper to flare, and sighed as she raked a
hand through her hair. She smirked when
Mark raised an eyebrow up at her and crossed her arms in front of her chest,
having turned her attention on them.
“Anythin’ she wants?”
Mark questioned, wanting to clarify what Nicoya just said.
“Ohhh-A Mountain Dew?”
Alyssa suggested gleefully, looking back and forth between the two. “Or an energy drink?”
Mark arched an eyebrow at
Nicoya. “Well Nico…” Her name just
rolled off his tongue in a fine caress.
“It’s up to you.”
Sighing, Nicoya finally
nodded her approval, surprised when she felt a shiver course down her spine
from him saying her nickname, but she hid it exceptionally well. “I hope you’re ready for her to be bouncing
off the walls tonight, Mark.” She warned with a smirk and waved her fingers at
them. “Have fun you two. Mark, bring my daughter back safely or you’ll
answer to me.” She threatened, meaning what she said, and turned back to her
paperwork.
“Wait-does this mean he
don’t have to bring me back right away?” Alyssa asked excitedly, already
bouncing off the walls.
Mark shook his head,
trying to suppress a grin, and failed miserably. “I’ll make sure to load her up on caffeine
and bring her back straight to you.” He teased.
“You do and she’s staying
with YOU tonight, Mark.” Nicoya informed him, causing Mark’s green eyes to
widen, and smirked wickedly as she shook her head with a small laugh. “So if I were you, I’d think CAREFULLY about
allowing her to choose the type of drink she wants.” She tried not to snicker
and wrote something else down for his script.
Alyssa was already
dragging Mark to the door and called out, “See ya, Mom!”
Mark shot Nicoya one last
look before being pulled out into the hallway, immediately scooping Alyssa up
into his arms when he seen how packed it was.
“Christ…” He placed her on his shoulders.
“Wow…now that is a LOT of
people.” The eight year old commented, her big blue eyes widened in wonder.
Nicoya sighed heavily as she
leaned back in her chair, tapping her pen thoughtfully on the desk, and sighed
when she heard a knock sound at her door.
“Come in!” She called, not taking her eyes from the script, and leaned
forward on her desk, her eyes closed, rubbing her temples as the door opened
and shut.
“Hey-Vince said to report
here 'bout my script…” The words died on John Cena’s lips when he seen who was
sitting behind the desk, for some reason not expecting to see her. Even though he knew better. “Coya…”
Her eyes instantly shot
open when she heard his voice and took a deep, silent breath, exhaling it
slowly, and rose from her chair, staring at her ex-boyfriend for the first time
in eight months. “The name is Ms. Harris
to you, Mr. Cena.” She stated evenly, her midnight blue eyes iced over. “And your script is not finished yet. I will get it done and send it to you.” Her
tone remained even.
John arched an eyebrow at
her. “Ms. Harris? Mr. Cena?
Since when are we so formal with each other?” He asked, looking her
over. Eight months hadn’t done much to
change her. If anything, she was looking
better than ever. Though, he easily
attributed that to the fact that it’d been so long since he last seen her.
“We became formal when
you decided to end us for good.” She replied simply, her tone still even, and
her eyes narrowed a little. “I refuse to
call you by your first name because I don’t respect you or know you. Now then, as long as we’re on the same page,
everything should be fine, Mr. Cena.
Your script will be finished when it’s finished. Now please vacate my office so I can get back
to doing my job.”
John nodded his head,
blue eyes suddenly growing cold. He
walked over to the desk, placing his hands on it, leaning down so they were
face to face. He studied her expression,
a disdainful look in her own iced over eyes, and smirked a little. “I know you, Nicoya Harris.” He murmured
before straightening up. “Don’t be too
long with that script, sweets.” He said before walking out.
As soon as he left, tears
instantly slid down her cheeks as she hit her desk in frustration, not
believing what just happened, and swallowed hard. She couldn’t believe how cold John was toward
her when he was the one who cheated on her in the first damned place! “Screw him, he’s not worth it.” She whispered
angrily, wiping her tears away, and sniffled a little before getting back to
doing the scripts.
~!~
Mark watched curiously as
Alyssa sucked down two Mountain Dews in a row, wondering how someone her size
could hold that much pop without needing a call of nature break. He flinched when she announced she had to
pee, knowing he’d thought that way too soon.
“Um…Bathroom is right there.” He pointed.
Alyssa looked at him,
crossing one leg over the other. “But
there’s a line!” She whimpered.
Mark cursed under his
breath before carefully picking her up and heading over to the line. “Ladies, this little girl needs to get in
there. Is there any way she can-”
“She has to wait like
everyone else, ‘Taker.” Torrie said coldly, chuckling when Melina started
snickering at her agreement.
Mark’s green eyes
narrowed to slits at the Divas. “GET THE
HELL TO STEPPIN’ ALL OF YA!” He bellowed at them, watching them all scamper.
Alyssa whistled when the
line suddenly vanished and commented, “Now THAT’S service.”
Mark was waiting against
the wall, his cool green eyes taking in the suddenly woman free zone when
Alyssa came walking out, wiping her still wet and slightly soapy hands on her
jeans. “Ready to head back to yer momma?”
He asked, looking down at her.
“Not really.” Alyssa
admitted. “Can’t I just stay with you?”
“Maybe we oughta check
with her first.” Mark said, not sure if Nicoya would really approve of that,
and lead Alyssa by the hand back to Nicoya’s office.
Nicoya was hard at work,
her entire focus on the scripts, trying to get them done. She’d finished Mark’s so whenever he brought
her daughter back, he could retrieve it.
She was saving John’s for last, just to spite him, wanting to show him
she wasn’t intimidated or scared of him.
She also put her brother’s aside, not in the mood to even stare at it,
and was working on Jeff’s. She decided
to teach him a lesson and put him in a match against Glen, who was known to
most wrestling fans as Kane. It would serve
him right after what he did to her best friend, Kyra, earlier and what he’d
said. Kyra and Glen used to date way
back in the day so when Jeff told her she could go suck his cock…that was the
last straw for Nicoya. Even though she
despised Glen, she knew he could get the job done.
She was busy finishing up
the script for Matt when her office door opened, followed by her bouncing
daughter and Mark, smiling softly back at them.
“Did you two have fun?” She teased gently, crossing her arms in front of
her chest, and leaned back in her chair, propping her feet on the table.
“I had two Mountain Dews
and then I really, really, really had to pee!’ Alyssa informed her mother,
running over to hug her. “I went to go
to the bathroom and there was a LINE! A really,
really, really long line!” Mark leaned against the wall, folding his arms
across his chest, chuckling softly. “So
Mark asked this blonde hair woman with some kinda dog to let me cut and she got
snotty!” Alyssa made a face. “Then
another woman laughed at me and he went ‘GET THE HELL TO STEPPIN ALL OF
YA!' And wham! No more line.”
“Wait a minute…” Nicoya’s
eyes suddenly got a deep, angry blue as she slowly rose to her feet, staring
over at Mark then her daughter. There
was only ONE Diva on the ENTIRE roster that carried a stupid dog with her
everywhere and Nicoya felt her blood boiling as she began to tremble. “Alyssa, what did she say to you,
sweetheart?” She managed to ask, her tone deceptively calm.
Chapter 6
“All she said, Mom was
that there was a line and that I’d have to wait my turn, but she was a real
snotwad.” Alyssa said, totally oblivious that there might be something wrong.
“She didn’t really say or
do anythin’, Nico.” Mark assured her, mildly intrigued now. He generally steered clear of the gossip and
the lives of his co-workers, but this time, he was a tad curious.
Nodding, Nicoya bent down
to be eye level with her daughter, staring into her eyes, and took a deep
breath to calm down. “I want you to stay
away from that woman, Alyssa. She’s
nothing, but trouble and I don’t want you talking to her. Do you understand me?” She asked, her voice
full of seriousness, and actually grabbed both of her hands, ignoring Mark’s
presence for the time being.
Alyssa nodded, looking
mildly curious herself. She stared at
her mother, debating whether this would be a good time or not to enquire what
the deal was then decided against it.
“Alright Mom, I’ll stay away from her, alright?”
“Thank you, baby girl.”
She whispered, kissing the top of her head, and raked a hand through her
hair. Not realizing her face was tear
streaked from her unfortunate visit with John earlier while her daughter was
out getting something to drink with Mark.
“Mom? Have you been crying?” Alyssa asked, a frown
marring her generally cherubic face.
Mark frowned, taking a
step forward. “She’s probably just
sweatin’, angel. Why don’t you grab that
game you were goin’ on about and show it to me?” He suggested, waiting until Alyssa
was rifling through her bag before offering Nicoya a bandana. “You alright?” He asked softly.
“Thanks.” She whispered,
taking his bandana, and wiped her tears away from her eyes. Just the mere mention of that cunt Torrie
Wilson caused tears to spring to Nicoya’s eyes since she was the Diva John
cheated with on her. She sighed heavily,
turning her chair away from her daughter, not wanting her to see them. The last thing she wanted to do was worry her
precious angel as she took a deep breath.
“Okay…here it is.” Alyssa
held up the game to him.
Mark kneeled down beside
her, taking it and studying it intently.
“I think I’m a bit too old fer this.” He said solemnly.
“I think you are too.”
Alyssa agreed, looking perfectly serious.
“So was she crying?”
“Nah…” Mark lied,
smiling, and glanced back at Nicoya.
“You hungry?”
Nicoya didn’t know he was
talking to her as she turned back around in her chair, smiling at her daughter,
and looked back down at the two scripts she had left. One was John’s and the other was her
brother’s. She sighed heavily, raking
her hands through her hair, and gripped it tightly before raising an
eyebrow. “You gonna answer him or just
let him stand there wondering, sweetheart?” She quietly asked Alyssa.
Alyssa smirked, looking
mildly smug. “He was talking to YOU,
Mom.” She said, crossing her arms over her chest. Mark held a hand up to his face, hiding his
grin. “You gonna answer him or just let
him stand there wondering, sweetheart?”
Nicoya couldn’t help, but
laugh softly at her daughter and could feel her cheeks tingeing red again, for
the fourth time in the presence of this man.
“Alyssa, you’re going to get it.” She growled playfully and stood up
from her desk, grabbing her daughter and started tickling mercilessly. Her daughter’s squeals and laughter was the
most beautiful sound in the world to her as she lifted her up and placed her on
her hip, tapping her nose. “Momma’s not
hungry, sweetie, but if you want Mark to take you, ask him.” She then set her
down and raked a hand through her hair, turning around to wipe the rest of her
dried up tears away.
“Do I really have to
ask?” Alyssa arched an eyebrow, shooting Mark a knowing stare, already knowing
she had him wrapped around her little finger.
Mark glanced at the clock
that was on the wall. “We got time…” He
said finally, shaking his head. “You
sure you don’t want us to bring you back somethin’, Nico?”
“You know something?” She
glanced over at her paperwork, getting a smirk on her face, and walked over,
staring into Mark’s beautiful green eyes, and then down at her daughter. “I think I will take a small break and join
you two for something to eat.” She smiled softly when her daughter started
jumping up and down, shaking her head.
Mark smiled, nodding his
head then looking down when Alyssa took his hand then her mother’s, arching an
eyebrow at Nicoya. Neither had time to
say anything as Alyssa dragged them out into the hallway. Mark halted to let Nicoya out first then
followed, shaking his head when Alyssa linked hands with them again. They walked inside the cafeteria a few
minutes later and Nicoya instantly stopped in her tracks. There he was.
Her brother. The man she hadn’t
seen in ten years and suddenly felt her appetite leave her. She swallowed hard, pulling her daughter
protectively toward her, her midnight blue eyes filling with unshed tears, and
looked up at Mark.
“I-I changed my mind…”
She then turned on her heel abruptly and started down the hallway, dragging
Alyssa with her.
“MOM! I’m hungry!” Alyssa protested, dragging her
feet, her stomach growling loudly as if on cue.
“Mom! Mom! My arm!”
“I’ll get you something
later, Alyssa!” Nicoya argued back, walking slower, but still at a fast pace,
raking a hand through her black hair. She
couldn’t face him. Not yet. Especially when he didn’t even know she
worked for the same company he did.
“Later? Why is it always later?” Alyssa demanded,
clearly perturbed at the moment.
“Everything is ‘later with you, Mom!
What happened back there?”
“Alyssa Marie, clamp it
shut NOW.” Nicoya ordered, walking into her office, and closed the door behind
her as she sighed heavily. “I’m not
telling you anything because you’re too young to understand.” She stated, seeing the perturbed look on her
daughter’s face, and scrubbed her hand down it in frustration. “It’s…complicated, alright sweet-” Her words
died on her lips when her door swung open and there stood her ex-boyfriend,
looking positively livid. “Can I help
you, Mr. Cena?” She asked hotly, her own temper about to spike, and shot a
warning glare at her daughter not to say a word and pointed to the couch.
John didn’t look happy,
his gaze moving onto Alyssa, who was sulking towards the couch, muttering under
her breath. “I didn’t know you had a
daughter, COYA.” He said finally, emphasizing her name.
“That’s none of your
business, Cena. What the Hell do you
want?” She demanded angrily, standing up from her chair, and walked over,
crossing her arms in front of her chest, blocking Alyssa. “I don’t have all night and the name is Ms.
Harris to you or you can call me Nicoya, but you’re NOT calling me Coya. That right was taken from you a long time
ago, Cena.” Alyssa just watched on curiously, wondering who this guy was and
what he did to piss off her mother.
John tried to look at
Alyssa, only to wind up with Nicoya blocking his view every time, his blue eyes
narrowing. Then, he shrugged, a
disarming smile on his face, and stated, “I’m here, MS. HARRIS, about my
script. Is it done yet?”
“No, it’s not finished
yet. When it is, I will send it to you.”
Nicoya replied, crossing her arms in front of her chest, and kept blocking her
daughter. “Stop trying to look at MY
daughter, Cena. She’s no concern of
yours.” She stated angrily, her midnight blue eyes shooting fire.
“I don’t know about that,
Ms. Harris. You bring her to work with
you and everyone knows we all are one big happy family in the WWE.” John
replied coolly, dropping to one knee, peering at Alyssa, who was peering right
back. “Hello sweetheart.”
“Mom? Why is this doofus talking to me?” Alyssa
asked, hiding her face with her hair.
“Because that’s exactly
what he is, baby girl. A doofus. Mr. Cena, you’re scaring my daughter so you
better knock it off before I call for security.” She threatened, backing up
toward her daughter, and put her hand out, smiling slightly when Alyssa
immediately took it. “Why don’t you go
find Torrie to torment and leave me and my daughter alone? I’m not, nor will I ever be, your family,
asshole!”
“Who’s Torrie?” Alyssa
asked softly, glancing back and forth between the doofus and her mother.
“Still upset over that,
Nicoya?” John scoffed, looking pointedly at Alyssa. “It looks like I’m not the ONLY one who had
fidelity problems, SWEETHEART.”
“Don’t worry about it,
baby girl. It’s not important. Just be quiet.” She ordered her daughter
gently, glaring back at John, and raked a hand through her hair. “It doesn’t matter what happened in the past
between us because I’ll never forgive you.
I never cheated on you either. We
dated on and OFF for eight years, Cena.
During the off period, yeah, I had a fling, so what? Not like you didn’t have them every day of
your life that you were dating me with someone else!”
John stood up, his blue
eyes narrowing again as he stared at Nicoya coldly, finally nodding. “Try not to be too much longer on that
script. The show started a while
ago. I would hope you can keep up with
the added load or else you might wind up looking for a new job.” He said
conversationally before heading towards the door.
“You DATED that dimbo?”
Alyssa questioned in disbelief, scoffing in disgust.
Nicoya stifled her
laughter as she turned around, lifting her daughter up, and placed her on her
hip, rubbing her nose against hers.
“Yeah, honey. I dated that
dimbo.” She kissed her forehead and glared back at John, not believing the
audacity of him, and walked over to her desk before throwing it on the floor to
him. “If you EVER threaten my job again,
I will personally make sure Stephanie fines you. I am great friends with the McMahon family,
almost like their daughter and sibling, so don’t even get any ideas about
trying to make me lose my job, Mr. Cena.
Your script is done now get out.”
John half smirked,
looking somewhat smug. “Thought it wasn’t
ready yet, MS. HARRIS?” He asked innocently before walking out, whistling to
himself.
“What a jerk.” Alyssa
muttered, staring at her mother curiously.
“You never mention your past…” She said slowly, sounding hesitant.
“He is my past and it
will stay that way, Alyssa. You don’t
need to know about what momma has went through.” She stated, releasing her
daughter, and sat down in the chair as she blinked her tears back. She knew it was going to be extremely hard to
hide Alyssa from John, but she was willing to do just about anything to protect
her daughter. “Alyssa, you can’t tell
him your name, alright? You can’t even
look at him. Do you understand me?”
“Basically scream bloody
murder if he ever approaches. Got it.”
Alyssa nodded, trying not to be curious, but finding it difficult. “Is that the other guy you warned me about
earlier, Mom? When you told me to steer
clear of that Stone Cold guy?” She asked.
Sighing, Nicoya nodded as
she stared over at her daughter, sadness evident in her eyes. “Yes, his name is John Cena and he’s a bad
guy just like Steve Williams. Stay away
from both, Alyssa and don’t talk to them.
If you’re ever out with Mark and you see them, just ask him to take you
somewhere else.” She instructed, running her hand down her daughter’s arm,
knowing she was confused, but she refused to get into her past with her eight
year old.
“Why don’t you tell Mark
about them so he already knows?” Alyssa suggested, squinting her eyes. “How am I supposed to remember all that plus
the other kajillion and one rules you have for me?”
“You’ll remember because
your brain soaks up information.” Nicoya stated promptly and sighed when he
cell phone rang, raking a hand through her hair, and seen it was the terror
twins. She smiled a little and looked
back at Alyssa. “Momma needs to make a
phone call. Go play and then we’ll talk
more.” She said and flipped open her cell phone, dialing Kyra’s number, and
waited for her to answer. Alyssa rolled
her eyes, wondering why she always got shunted off to the side and headed over
to her bag. She pulled out a drawing
paid and some crayons, scribbling furiously, muttering under her breath. And she was still hungry!
“Coya!” Kyra greeted
loudly, the sound of music blaring behind her along with a million other noises
filling Nicoya’s ear. “Ashley and I want
you to come join us when you get done working!
Think you could for a few hours?” She asked, getting straight to the
point. “It’s a man free night!!”
“I’d love too, Kyra, I
really would, but unfortunately, John came in here and upset Alyssa. I have to spend time with her tonight. Maybe some other time!” She shouted back into
the phone, knowing that was the only way for the terror twins to hear her, and
sighed when she seen the perturbed look on her daughter’s face. “Plus, I need to take my angel here to get
something to eat before she starves!” She laughed softly.
“Give the princess hugs
and kisses from us!” Ashley shouted.
“Hey, put her on speakerphone for a quick sec!”
Alyssa wandered over when
her mom called for her, staring down at her phone curiously, “Hello?”
“Angel! Your song is playing!” Kyra laughed, holding
her own cell out so Alyssa could hear the music.
Alyssa started dancing
around, singing along. “Mom! Where are they? Can we go?” She asked hopefully.
“No, they’re going out
clubbing and you’re too young.” Nicoya said with a smile, sighing when her
daughter started pouting just as another knock sounded at the door. “Hey girls, gotta go. I have another person to make happy or piss off. Call me later!” She replied loudly before
snapping the lid of her cell phone shut and looked up at her door. “Come in!” She called out, pointing to the
couch for Alyssa to go sit down on.
Steve Austin stepped in,
his blue eyes quickly taking in the still dancing Alyssa before moving onto
Nicoya. “Hello, you must be Ms.
Harris. I’m Steve Austin.” He
immediately introduced himself, holding out a hand for her to take. “I was told yer the head script writer.”
Nicoya swallowed
extremely hard when she heard Steve’s voice, having been looking down at his
script, and took a deep breath to calm her racing heart. “Alyssa, sit down please.” She instructed,
standing up from her chair, and hesitantly slipped her hand into Steve’s. Her brother’s. The man she hadn’t seen since she was ten
years old. “Hello, Mr. Austin. It’s nice to meet you.” She lied, her
midnight blue eyes peering into his.
Chapter 7
Alyssa perked again when
she heard the last name, guessing this was the other doofus she wasn’t allowed to
talk too, and studied him curiously, making sure to look at her coloring when
he glanced at her. Steve nodded,
offering a charming smile down at her.
“Thought I’d introduce, see if ya got anythin’ fresh fer me…” He
shrugged his shoulder, his eyes moving onto Alyssa. “Cute kid ya got.”
“Thanks.” She softly
replied, sliding her hand out of his own, and sat down at her desk as she
cleared her throat. “Her name is
Alyssa.” She stated, causing her daughter to look up, and gave her a silent
look that said don’t worry about it. She
then turned her attention back to Steve and got his script, looking it over,
and stapled it before handing it to him.
“There you go. I hope it’s to
your satisfactory, Mr. Austin.” Nicoya was glad her professional instincts were
kicking in.
Steve didn’t move from
his spot, just started flicking through the script, as was his habits. He tended to get involved in the creative
process, not about to leave everything up to the writers. He’d seen some careers go down the toilet when
wrestlers didn’t step up and say something was shitty. Just left it alone. They were in the ‘where are they now’
file. Finally, he nodded, looking at her
again, and said, “Very nice, Ms. Harris.”
“Glad you approve.” She
replied softly and leaned back against her chair just as Alyssa came over,
rubbing her stomach, and that caused Nicoya to sigh heavily. “Alright sweetheart, go pack up your things
and we’ll get going back to the hotel and then I’ll order you something.” She
informed her daughter, knowing she was finished with the scripts for the night,
and stifled a yawn.
Steve glanced down at
Alyssa, winking at her when he caught her staring at him. “Hey kiddo, what’s yer name?” He asked
gently.
“Um…” Alyssa looked up at
her mother questioningly.
“Oh, don’t worry, I’m a
stranger I guess.” He laughed, stepping back and raising his hands. “Nice meetin’ you lovely ladies.” He chuckled
and walked out, script in hand.
“Okay, he didn’t seem
that bad, Mom…” Alyssa observed once the man was out of earshot and eyesight.
“No, he didn’t.” She
replied solemnly, sighing heavily, and closed her eyes as she put her head in
her hands. “Just…don’t tell him my name
or anything about momma okay, Aly? I don’t
want him to know.” She looked back at her daughter, who had her head tilted in
confusion, and sighed resignedly. “Come
on, let’s get going back to the hotel for some food.” She then stood up,
unplugged her laptop, and packed it away.
Alyssa quickly had her
things ready to go and waited patiently, walking with her mother, holding her
hand. “Why are you so scared of people
knowing you?” She asked finally, having been puzzling over this for most of the
night now.
“It’s…complicated,
Alyssa.” Nicoya quietly answered, not wanting to get into her past, and sighed heavily. She knew her daughter was getting curious,
but she refused to talk about it. What
was she supposed to say? Alyssa, John is
your daddy and he’s not responsible enough to take care of you or even want
you? And what about her brother? She hadn’t seen him since she was ten and
here she was at the age of thirty! That
was two decades so it was no wonder why Steve didn’t recognize her. He’d probably forgotten all about her when
their parents divorced when she was fifteen.
Alyssa started to say something,
but halted when she seen Mark stepping out of his dressing room, freshly
showered and dressed, his bang slung over his shoulder. “Hey Undie!” She greeted happily.
“Hey angel.” He greeted
back, shaking his head and slowly crouched down to catch her when she flew over
to him. “Mind not callin’ me that?”
“I’ll think about it.”
She giggled. “What’cha doing?”
“Headin’ off to find
somethin’ to eat.” He answered simply.
“So are we!” She informed
with a grin, her blue eyes sparkling back at him.
Nicoya smiled back at
them, not believing how cute Mark looked with her little girl, and mentally
shook herself. “We’re actually heading
back to the hotel and getting some room service.” She stated quietly, knowing
Mark was probably wondering about her actions earlier on in the cafeteria. She couldn’t’ help it though. When she seen Steve, she panicked and fled,
like she always did.
Alyssa wrinkled her
nose. “Mom, take it from me, room
service is beginning to royally suck.
Can’t we go somewhere and eat? You
know…with a table instead of our beds?”
Mark snorted, raking a
hand through his damp hair, standing up with Alyssa on his hip. “Yer mom looks tired, angel. Maybe you should take her home and put her to
bed.”
Alyssa suddenly looked at
her mother with concern on her face and replied, “Yeah, she does look really
white.”
“Why don’t you two go
along without me?” Nicoya suggested, raking a hand through her hair, knowing
she looked beat after dealing with several problems that night. “Seriously, I trust you’ll take care of my
daughter, Mark. If you want to take her
out somewhere for a quick bite to eat.” She smiled when Alyssa started jumping
up and down on his hip, laughing softly, and shook her head as she pulled out
some money and handed it to Mark for her daughter. “Just don’t keep her out too late.”
Mark arched an eyebrow
down at the money and stepped back without touching it. “Keep it, she’s doin’ me a favor by keepin’
me company.” He said, looking down at the little girl. “Ready to go eat somewhere with a table?”
Alyssa giggled, taking
his hand. “Yes! See you later, Mom!” She waved before walking
down the hallway with Mark, instantly chatting, her mouth going a mile a
minute.
Nicoya shook her head,
laughing softly, and shoved the money back in her pocket. She then picked up her black bag and headed
out of the arena, knowing Alyssa was in good hands with Mark. For some ungodly reason, she trusted the man
with her daughter’s life and wondered if it had something to do with the
elevator ride. She also knew he wasn’t
one of those molester types as she closed the back doors behind her. She stopped when she seen John and Torrie
sucking face in the parking lot and felt instantly sick as he grabbed the
Diva’s ass. She immediately walked away
from the scene and toward her car, trying to keep the tears in her eyes, and
unlocked her rental on the key ring before putting her bag in the backseat.
John watched Torrie walk
away, tilting his head to the side to watch her ass sway as she headed back
inside the arena. He didn’t bother
asking her what for. He didn’t really
care too much. He knew she’d be at his
hotel room within an hour. He started to
unlock his own rental, but halted, spotting Nicoya and arched an eyebrow,
heading over to her. “Can we talk?” He
asked, shoving his hands in the front pockets of his baggy jean shorts.
“Get away from me, John.”
She ordered in a low, deadly voice, refusing to say a word to this man,
especially after what she said. She knew
John and Torrie were fuck buddies, it was no secret, but that still didn’t make
the pain in her heart any less intense.
“Go find your little whore and be happy and leave me the fuck alone.”
She took a few deep breaths and blinked back the tears in her eyes as she closed
her door after picking up the papers that fell out of her laptop bag.
John blocked her when she
went to move past him. “Nicoya, we work
together,” He began gently. “You’re
going to have to face me sooner or later and this shit between us isn’t going
to make it easy. Can’t we…bury the
hatchet? And not in my head either.”
“I’m not being your
friend or your enemy. We are
co-workers. Nothing more, nothing
less. You come to me for your script and
that’s it. No more of this Coya bullshit
because I don’t want you calling me that.
You lost that right, Cena. You
can call me Ms. Harris like the rest of them and leave me and my daughter
alone.” She stated, laying out the terms on the table to him, crossing her arms
in front of her chest, and refused to look at him as her eyes were glued to the
keys that were in her hand.
“Your daughter…you
see…that’s what has me really confused right now. You said you conceived her with some fling
one of our off times…” John trailed off thoughtfully. “Who’s the guy, Nicoya? Does she even know him or are you still being
a super bitch who hates most men?”
“I told you. I had a fling of my own back in the day when
we first broke up and I got pregnant with her.
That’s why I took that year off from the road to have her. She’s none of your concern, John. She’s MY daughter and I love her with all my
heart and I will do what I have to do to protect her from scumbags like you. Now get out of my way and don’t ever ask me
about my daughter again.” She ordered, her midnight blue eyes spitting fire
back at him, and didn’t show one ounce of remorse from what she just said. Even if he was Alyssa’s father, he had no
rights to her, especially after all the times he’d broken Nicoya’s heart. Maybe she was a super bitch, but she honestly
didn’t care what people thought of her.
Especially this lowlife, cheating prick standing before her.
“You’re hiding
something.” John said flatly. “I’ll
leave you alone, but one day Nicoya, that super bitch attitude of yours…” He
shrugged, trailing off again. “Enjoy
your night.” He puckered his lips, whistling again as he headed to his own car,
grinning when Torrie came walking back out.
“Hey baby!”
Tears instantly slid down
her cheeks as Nicoya quickly got in her car and peeled out of the parking lot,
spinning gravel right at John and Torrie, and took off. She gripped the steering wheel tightly, not
able to stop her tears from falling, and wished she would’ve never laid eyes on
John Cena. He was a lowlife prick and
she hated him for breaking her heart.
She knew he was having his suspicions, but there was no way she was ever
going to reveal to him that Alyssa was his.
She’d rather die a thousand deaths in the sun than allow it to
happen. She sniffled a little and turned
the radio on, hearing Martina McBride’s ‘Anyway’, and started crying harder as
she drove back to the hotel. Hoping John
left her and, more importantly, her daughter alone.
~!~
“You can eat a lot.”
Alyssa commented, sipping her chocolate milk.
“So can you.” M ark
chuckled, eyeing her empty plate. She’d
ordered the same dinner he had, minus the drink. He was a water kind of guy while she
professed to despise it.
“Mom should of came with
us. This chicken is really good.” Alyssa
said, licking her lips, though she couldn’t eat another bite.
Mark glanced in his
rearview mirror at the sleeping Alyssa, having sent his motorcycle on with the
road crew and taking the car he’d reserved instead. He shook his head, smiling slightly and
turned down the radio. The girl could
eat, at least it was a healthy dinner though, minus the dessert. He pulled into the parking lot of the hotel
and got out, carefully pulling her into his arms. Suddenly wondering which room she was in,
Mark sighed, knowing he’d wind up at the front desk’s office prying information
out of the clerk for Nicoya’s hotel room number.
Nicoya arrived back at
the hotel and instantly ran herself a hot bubble bath, needing to have herself
a good cry since Alyssa wasn’t there.
She had her legs drawn up to her chest, her arms wrapped around them,
and her face was buried in her knees as the bubbles surrounded her. Why did it still hurt her after eight months,
knowing him and Torrie were fucking? She
sighed heavily and finally pulled herself from the tub an hour later, wrapping
a red robe around her body after drying off, and sighed heavily when a knock
sounded at her door. She sniffled a
little and walked over, opening it, and smiled when she seen Mark holding her
sleeping daughter.
“Come in.” She whispered,
turning around, and raked a hand through her wet hair, trying to stop the tears
from falling.
Mark frowned at her
tears, but didn’t say a word, just turning so he could carry Alyssa in without
bumping her head against the door frame.
He carried her to the other bedroom where Nicoya pointed and laid her
down on the bed, pulling off her sneakers before covering her with the
blanket. Smiling slightly before
standing up, Mark walked out into the other room. “She ate a healthy dinner, all of it.” He
said softly, letting her know he didn’t load Alyssa up on junk. “You alright, Nico?”
“Thanks Mark.” She softly
whispered, staring out the window, her arms wrapped around herself, and
sniffled a little, not answering his question.
She honestly didn’t trust her voice to speak at the moment as she sighed
heavily, wiping her tears away. “She’s
really taken with you.” She commented softly, her voice just barely audible,
and tightened the robe around her a little more.
Mark nodded, raking a
hand through his hair, not sure if she was alright or not. Though he got the distinct impression she
wasn’t. “She’s a real sweet kid. A little on the hyper side, but most kids
are.” He replied softly. “Looks like she
wore herself down though, she was out the minute I put her in the car.”
“Good, she needs her
rest.” She replied in the same tone of voice, sighing raggedly, and turned
around, walking past him over to the door, peeking in at her daughter and
smiled. Alyssa was the most important
thing to her and she would do everything in her power to make sure nobody hurt
her. “My little angel.” She murmured
with a smile, walking into the room, and picked up her shoes, placing them in
her bag before walking back out, closing the door, leaving it cracked incase
Alyssa needed her.
Mark cleared his throat,
not knowing what to say and offered a hesitant smile, feeling like this woman
was a bit skittish. “Well…if there’s
nothin’ I can do fer ya, I’ll leave you to get yer rest.” He said finally. “Thanks again for lettin’ Alyssa join me for
dinner. Maybe next time you’ll come with
us.”
“Maybe.” She whispered
softly, walking over to the bed, and sat down on it, raking her hands through
her hair, sighing heavily. She already
knew she wasn’t getting any sleep that night, but she was going to try. “Good night, Mark.” She softly said, staring
straight ahead at the wall, her hands clasped tightly together with her elbows
resting on her thighs.
Mark frowned, wondering
why the Hell Nicoya wasn’t looking at him.
That slightly annoyed him. He
arched an eyebrow, wondering for the umpteenth time since arriving if she was
alright. “You okay Nico? You look like somethin’ upset ya. Look, if me takin’ Alyssa out bothered ya, I
promise it won’t happen again.”
“No Mark, it’s not
that. I just…I had a run in tonight with
two people that I have…pasts with. You
taking Alyssa out is fine with me.” She explained, wrapping her arms around
herself, and closed her eyes, trying to make the tears stay in her eyes. It was impossible, especially after the run
ins she had that night with John. Steve
hadn’t been too bad, but John really got under her skin. Like he always did.
Mark’s green eyes widened
when he seen a few tears slipping down her cheeks and pulled a bandana out of
his pocket, walking over to stand in front of her, holding it out. “If anyone is botherin’ ya, or givin’ ya a
hard time, let me know and I’ll…take care of it.”
Nicoya nodded back at
him, taking his offered bandana, and wiped her tears away as she sighed heavily. “Thanks Mark, but this is my problem and I’ll
deal with it in my own way. You’re a
sweet man, but I’ll be fine.” She assured him, sniffling a little, and sighed
heavily when a few more tears slipped down her cheeks. It didn’t help that she couldn’t get the
image of John making out with Torrie in the parking lot from earlier.
Mark awkwardly stuffed
the rag away, nodding and backed towards the door, reaching behind him for the
knob. “If yer sure…” He sounded
doubtful. “I guess I’ll catch ya later,
give the munchkin a good mornin’ from me since I doubt I’ll see her tomorrow.”
“I will, good night,
Mark.” She softly responded and as soon as the door closed, Nicoya instantly
collapsed on the bed, curling up in a tight ball, and proceeded to cry herself
to sleep. Her heart was shattering all
over again and she knew there was no fixing it, especially with John around now
since the brands were merged together again.
Chapter 8
“Mom’s asleep.” Alyssa
whispered, peeking back over her
shoulder.
“Well I’m sure she won’t
mind if I wake her up.” Ashley replied, her bluish gray eyes twinkling. “Should we?”
Alyssa nodded and in a
second, both were jumping on the bed as she shouted, “Mom!”
“Mommy!” Ashley giggled out,
jumping on the bed with Alyssa, grinning from ear to ear.
Groaning, Nicoya could
hear her daughter and Ashley bouncing on the bed, stuffing her face underneath
the pillow. “Children, let me sleep!”
She growled out and when Alyssa didn’t stop, she got up and grabbed her,
beginning to tickle her mercilessly, and then gave her a kiss on the
cheek. “That was from Mark. He told me to wish you a good morning,
sweetheart.”
“Mark, huh?” Ashley
dropped down on the bed, sitting Indian style, pushing her hair back out of her
face. “Morning sleepyhead.” She greeted
Nicoya, smiling brightly, looking bright eyed and bushytailed. “So…what IS going on with you and Mark?”
“Nothing!” Alyssa said,
sounding almost jealous.
“Nothing, Ashley. He’s become a really great friend to Alyssa
though and she’s smitten with him. I
think she has a crush.” She giggled when Alyssa began blushing and started
tickling her again. “Isn’t that right? You have a brush on Mark don’tcha?” She
teased and laughed, ignoring her tear streaked face.
“No! He’s way too old for me!” Alyssa protested
between her giggles. “I just like him!”
She shrieked, kicking her feet. “Ashy,
help me!”
Ashley grinned. “You look like you’re doing fine to me,
honeybunch.” She arched an eyebrow in curiosity. “Mark, the Undertaker, Calaway hanging out
with an eight year old…I always knew that man needed more friends.”
Nicoya started laughing
at her daughter and smiled, stopping, and wrapped her arms around her from
behind, kissing the top of her head. “It’s
adorable. He’s like Alyssa’s savior or
something because he saved us last night from that elevator. You should see how much Alyssa has this man
wrapped around her finger. Who thought
an eight year old could bring Mark Calaway to his knees?” Nicoya teased,
laughing harder when Alyssa blushed, and kissed her cheek. “And the funny part is that I actually trust
him with her.”
Ashley looked
amused. “Well, stranger things have
happened, I can’t think of any right now, but I’m sure they’re out there.” She
giggled.
“Stop picking on
him! I’m telling!” Alyssa threatened,
looking perturbed that her mother and Ashley were making fun of Mark.
Ashley slapped her hands
on her cheeks, her face a picture of mock horror, “Oh no!” Alyssa looked like
she was trying not to laugh.
“You two are goofballs.”
Nicoya commented, releasing her daughter, and patted her bottom before sliding
out of bed, stretching, and went to make a pot of coffee. She wasn’t fully human without at least one
cup of coffee in her as she poured the contents in the pot and waited for it to
start up. “So, how was the clubbing last
night, Ash?”
Ashley rolled her eyes,
moving so she was sitting on the edge of the bed, Alyssa sitting on the ground
before her, and started braiding her hair.
“Don’t ask. Let’s just say
Skittles met Apples and they don’t mix.
Too bad you couldn’t make it. It
was entertaining for the most part. What
did you do last night?”
“Yeah Mom, what’d you do?”
Alyssa chimed in, grinning as Ashley did her hair, truly interested in this
conversation.
“I came back here, had a
nice bubble bath, and after Mark dropped Alyssa off, I went to bed.” She
answered, leaving the part out about crying, not wanting to frighten her
daughter, and smiled softly down at her.
“You look cute in braids.” She teased with a giggle, kissing her
daughter’s head, and walked over to the phone, sighing when a knock sounded at
the door. “You wanna get that,
sweetheart?”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.”
Alyssa sighed heavily before bounding over to the door and opening it. “Mom and Ashley were JUST talking about you.”
Was her way of greeting Mark.
Mark arched an eyebrow,
holding out the lightweight jacket she had left in his rental car, having been
about to go swap it out for his motorcycle when he found the coat. “Really now?”
Alyssa took it, nodding
and pulled him in, closing the door behind them and answered, “Yup.”
Nicoya smiled when she
seen Alyssa dragging this huge man by the hand inside her hotel room and
couldn’t help, but start laughing along with Ashley. “What did I tell you? She’s got him wrapped around her finger.” She
shook her head, standing up to pour herself a cup of coffee, knowing Ashley
wasn’t fond of it.
“I can see that. Morning, ‘Taker.” Ashley greeted.
“Mornin’, Punk.” Mark
replied good-naturedly, calling Ashley her nickname he came up with for
her. “Wrapped around her finger huh,
Nico?”
“All ten of them.” Alyssa
piped up sweetly. “Mom, aren’t you gonna
offer Mark a cup of coffee?” She demanded, sounding appalled at how rude her
mother was being. “He does drink it you
know!”
“Alyssa…” Mark trailed
off, not sure what to say.
Ashley blinked when
Alyssa instantly shut her mouth and smirked as she stated, “I’d say he’s got
her wrapped too.”
“Good Lord child, I was
setting mine down and then I was going to ask him if he wanted one. Sheesh!” She shook her head and turned her
attention to Mark, smirking at how much control he had over her little girl. “I’m impressed.” She commented swiftly,
looking over at Ashley. “Would you like
some coffee, Mark?” She finally asked, ready to go make him a cup if he wanted
it.
Mark glanced down at
Alyssa, who nodded firmly at him before sighing, mock bowing to her. “Yes please.” He smiled at Nicoya. “Punk, don’t start.” He cautioned when Ashley
went to say something.
“Who me? Never!” Ashley snickered, holding up her
right hand all innocently.
“Hey Mark, ever thought
about braids?” Alyssa asked curiously.
Mark studied Alyssa’s
hair thoughtfully and shook his head as he replied, “Nope.”
Nicoya laughed at her
daughter’s question and walked into the kitchen, making him a cup, and walked
back out, handing it to him. She was
surprised when a shiver flowed down her arm when their fingers brushed
together, but hid it well as she looked down at her daughter. “Ashley, are you trying to make my baby girl
look like Medusa?” She asked amusedly, seeing all the different braids in her
hair.
“Medusa was a beautiful
girl once…” Ashley countered quickly, smirking slightly. “Besides, that’s snakes, not braids.”
“Snakes? For hair?
That’s gross!” Alyssa shrieked, walking over to tug on the edge of
Nicoya’s robe. “Mom, I’m starving, feed
me!” She tilted her head back, looking adorable. “Love me, feed me, never leave me.” She
batted her eyelashes, quoting the Garfield movie. Mark was busying himself with his too hot
coffee, having felt a tiny jolt of electricity when Nicoya’s fingers briefly
met his own. Though, he didn’t show it.
“Child, you are a
bottomless pit!” Nicoya exclaimed, placing her hands on her hips, and groaned
when Alyssa started jumping up and down, demanding food. “Alright, alright calm down.” She shook her
head, setting her own cup of coffee down, and pulled out the menu, handing it
to her. “Pick whatever you want. Mark, if you want to stay to join us, you’re
more than welcome too.” She added, looking up into his emerald green eyes,
before looking over at Ashley. “You can
stay too even though you called me mommy earlier.”
“Woohoo!” Ashley mocked
cheered, raising her fists into the air.
“Um…yeah, never mind, I was going to call Mattie, but I think he could
use a rest.” She smirked, moving to browse the menu with Alyssa.
“I don’t want to intrude,
I’ll just finish this-” Mark held up his mug as he paused. “And be on my way.”
“NOOOOOO! Mom, tell him he can’t leave!” Alyssa
protested, her blue eyes pleading with her mother to make him stay.
“Honey, I can’t tell the
man what to do.” Nicoya replied, staring at her daughter’s pleading blue eyes,
and shrugged her shoulders, holding her hands up. “I’m sorry, Aly, but if he doesn’t want to
stay, then he don’t have too. You gotta
give the man a break. You probably wore
him out yesterday.” She smirked, her midnight blue eyes twinkling, but never
looked up at Mark, her eyes focused on her daughter.
“I didn’t wear him out,
he’s the Undertaker.” Alyssa argued matter-of-factly. Mark shook his head, wondering when he became
invincible.
“Shhhhhhhiiiiiiitttttttt…”
Ashley roared, laughing her ass off now.
“You’d wear out Superman, kiddo!”
Alyssa rolled her eyes,
looking up at Mark. “So, will you stay?”
She gave him her most pleading, adorable look, her big blue eyes getting even
bigger.
“It doesn’t matter if
he’s the Undertaker or not, Alyssa. The
man is still a human being outside of the ring.” Nicoya argued with her
daughter, crossing her arms in front of her chest. She smirked when Alyssa turned those big,
puppy dog blue eyes on Mark, nudging Ashley, and whispered quietly, “Watch
this.”
Mark groaned, well aware
Nicoya and Ashley were watching him like hawks though he found he couldn’t say
no to that cherubic little face. “Fine.”
He sighed defeated, cracking a grin when Alyssa started hooting and hollering.
“Told ya!” Alyssa spun
around, shooting her mother a triumphant look.
“Holy Hell is she ever
cocky.” Ashley commented, her eyebrow raised in question.
“Like her father.” Nicoya
muttered under her breath, knowing Alyssa wouldn’t hear it, and sighed when
Ashley gave her a knowing look. It was
true. Alyssa got her cockiness from John
and Nicoya knew it, which made it even harder to deal with her daughter. However, that was her angel and she wouldn’t
have traded her in for anything in the world.
“Mark, order anything you want.
It’s on me.” She stated, handing him the menu, and then took another sip
of her coffee. “You too, Playboy Bunny.”
“I think you ought to eat
something, Nicoya.” Mark said, not even looking at the menu, arching an eyebrow
when she shot him a look. “I don’t
recall you eatin’ anythin’ last night before comin’ here and you look like you
could use a good meal in ya.”
“I agree with Mark.”
Ashley declared, crossing her arms in front of her chest. “Pick out something, Coya.”
“She likes…this.” Alyssa
pointed on the menu. “We can order this
for her.”
“Okay, since when did it
become pick on Coya and Mommy day?” She asked defensively, raising an eyebrow
at her child, and then at Ashley before turning to Mark. “I eat-” She exclaimed and raked a hand
through her hair as she paused. “When I
want too.” She finished, sipping her coffee, staring over at her daughter.
“I guess I’m starving.”
Alyssa said, tossing the menu over her shoulder, walking over to take Mark’s
from him and tossing that too. “We all
go hungry.”
“See what you did, Coya?”
Ashley teased. “Mark’s probably going to
waste away now, slowly mind you cause there’s a lot of him to waste away.”
Mark shook his head,
finishing his coffee, and carried it over to the sink. “Well Nicoya, looks like you’re being
boycotted.” He remarked, watching as Alyssa and Ashley feigned starving to
death.
Nicoya did NOT find this
humorous and couldn’t believe her daughter was doing this. She shook her head and walked over, grabbing
her up by her waist, and started tickling her as she deposited her on the
bed. “You’re going to drive me up a damned
wall, Aly!” She laughed when Alyssa began calling Mark to help her and smirked. “He won’t come near your momma, honey. I’m the plague when it comes to you.” She
teased and kept tickling her daughter, her black hair going all over the place,
wearing the long red robe from last night, but it was tied tightly around
her. “You’re eating regardless.”
“No! Nope, I’m not eating anything!” Alyssa shrieked. “MARK!
Help me!”
“Sorry, can’t do it,
angel.” Mark replied, watching out of the corner of his eye as Ashley ordered
everyone breakfast, including Nicoya. He
grinned when she hung up, looking innocent and snorted. Ashley winked at him, raising a finger to her
lips, and pressed it to them.
“Oh you just wait and
see.” Nicoya challenged her daughter, releasing her, and laughed when she
immediately ran to Mark, shaking her head.
“You two are too cute, hold on.” She walked over to her bag and pulled
out a camera, hiding it behind her back.
“Mark, can you bend down to be eye level with Alyssa?” She asked,
flashing those big midnight blue eyes at him.
Okay, maybe her daughter got the smitten habit from her.
Mark had WAY too much
experience with fans and some minor crazies to fall for that coming from a full
grown woman and picked Alyssa up, using her to hide his face. “Put it away.” He growled playfully. “Bat them beautiful eyes elsewhere, darlin’,
it ain’t workin’.”
Alyssa started
giggling. “Mom, he thinks you have
beautiful eyes.” She said in a sing song voice.
“Yeah, he does but I’m
sure he thinks yours are more beautiful, Aly.” She replied, knowing her daughter
got jealous when it came to Mark, and smirked when she suddenly got an
idea. “Okay fine, but I was going to
give this to Alyssa to carry around with her for when you’re not around.” She
sighed dramatically, winking over at Ashley.
“Too bad kiddo.” She frowned mockingly before walking over to join
Ashley. “That would’ve been an adorable
picture too.”
“carry around with me?’
Alyssa squirmed until she was facing Mark.
“Mom’s going off her rocker.” She whispered loudly.
Mark nodded
solemnly. “I think so too.” He whispered
just as loudly, smiling when she pressed her forehead to his.
“I’d snap that picture if
I were you.” Ashley murmured, gesturing to the moment before them.
Nicoya smiled as her eyes
gleamed and snapped it, smirking when Mark growled at her, and waved him off as
she took it out. It was a Polaroid
camera so the picture instantly came out as she started waving it back and
forth to come out faster. A knock
sounded at the door, causing Nicoya to groan, and looked over at her daughter. “Do you wanna get that sweetheart?” She
asked, still waving the picture.
“Food’s here!” Alyssa
announced, opening the door wide as the trolley was wheeled in.
Mark walked over to the
server, holding out a crisp bill that he didn’t let Alyssa see, winking down at
her. “Charge this to my room.” He
ordered gently, but firmly.
“Sure thing, Mr.
Calaway.” The server nodded, pocketing the rather large tip before walking out,
closing the door behind him.
“Oh boy…” Ashley
whistled, looking over at Nicoya.
“Mark, I told you it was
on me…” She trailed off when he just shot her a look and shook her head,
smiling softly, and looked over at Ashley with a raised eyebrow. “You ordered this didn’t you?” When Ashley
just grinned, Nicoya growled playfully before looking down at the picture, her
heart leaping in her throat, and pressed her hand over her heart as she
sighed. “Alyssa, come over here and look
at this, baby girl.”
Curiously, Alyssa did,
looking at the picture of her and Mark together. “Wow.” She said, reaching out to touch it,
suddenly feeling an overwhelming sadness engulf her.
Mark looked at them, his
eyes fastening on Alyssa. “What’s wrong,
little one?” He asked gently, concern evident in his voice and eyes.
“Nuttin.” Alyssa
muttered, taking the picture and pocketing it before sitting on the couch,
pulling her own meal off the trolley, and stared down at it, looking
saddened.
“Alyssa…” Nicoya gently
said her name, walking over, and bent down to face her, lifting her chin up to
meet her eyes. “What’s wrong
sweetheart? You can tell momma anything,
you know that right?” She already knew what it was about and felt her heart
twinge with pain and guilt because she knew how badly Alyssa wanted a
father. The thought caused her to tear
up, but she blinked her tears away.
Alyssa looked at her mom
square in the eye and didn’t bother hiding her own tears. “Why don’t I have a daddy?” She asked
softly. Ashley and Mark exchanged looks
before both heading quietly for the door.
“You do have a daddy,
Alyssa.” She replied solemnly, standing up as she raked a hand through her
hair, and wrapped her arms around herself.
“He’s not fit to be your father though, which is why I never told him
about you. I don’t want you to get hurt
like your mother did, baby girl.” She was talking quietly to her as she felt
the tears welling up in her eyes. She
suddenly wasn’t hungry anymore.
“Why isn’t he fit?”
Alyssa demanded, pushing her own food away, not even looking up when the door
softly closed. “What’d he do?”
“It’s complicated, Alyssa
and Mom doesn’t feel like getting into it right now. Just know that he doesn’t love you and he
never will because he’ll never know you exist.
One day, when I finally find that special someone, then you’ll have a
daddy. Isn’t having your mother enough?”
She asked almost heartbrokenly, wishing her daughter would accept the fact that
her biological father would never be in the picture, and raked a hand through
her hair.
Alyssa was digesting all
of that, taking her time in replying. “He’ll
never love me because he doesn’t know I exist.” She said softly. “I’m going to my room now.” She said, her
voice oddly calm before getting up and walking to her room, closing the door
behind her.
“You don’t understand,
Alyssa.” Nicoya whispered after the door closed to her daughter’s room and
collapsed on the couch, tears pouring down her cheeks, and brought her knees
up, crying silently to herself. If only
her daughter knew what kind of monster her father was then she’d hate him as
much as her. Nicoya knew this was
hurting Alyssa, but this was for her own good.
She didn’t want John apart of their lives and it was going to stay that
way. Even if her daughter hated her for
it.
Chapter 9
Alyssa woke up several
hours later after crying herself to sleep.
She rolled onto her back and reached into her pants pocket, pulling out
the picture of her and Mark. She slowly
unfolded it and studied, sniffling, and reaching up to wipe her nose with the
back of her hand. Alyssa carefully
folded it again before putting it back, sitting up and dangled her legs off the
bed. She jumped a little when she heard
her mother yelling at someone in the other room and wondered who it was as she
went to investigate.
“I don’t care what you
think or feel, Cena!! Just leave me
alone!!” Nicoya shouted in her cell phone, burying her face in her free hand,
and sighed heavily. “Whatever John, I
gotta go.” She then snapped the lid of her cell phone shut, growling under her
breath, and walked over, tapping lightly on Alyssa’s bedroom door. “Sweetheart, it’s momma. You about ready to head to the arena?”
“No.” Alyssa muttered,
slowly getting to her feet, and walked over to open the door for her
mother. “Who were you yelling at?” She
asked curiously, yawning, looking all tousled and adorable again.
“A co-worker about his
script.” Nicoya lied, flashing a smile, and kissed the top of her head. “Go get ready. We’re leaving in a few minutes.” She
instructed, walking away from her, and proceeded to finish packing, shutting
her cell phone off when it began ringing again.
She would have to get her number changed to something that John didn’t
know before she ended up smashing her phone.
Alyssa rolled her eyes
and sighed, walking around her room and gathering up her stuff. She dawdled in packing, unpacking then
repacking everything. Finally knowing
she was done and groaned, Alyssa dragged the bag out to the main room. “I’m ready.” She announced, not sounding
thrilled. “Where are we going next?”
“We’re going to the
arena. Tomorrow morning we leave and
head to Houston.” She informed her daughter, finishing up her packing, wearing
a pinstriped skirt suit with a white tank top underneath her cardigan. Her black hair was down, hugging her waist, and
she had two inch heels on that were closed toed. “Come on, sweetheart we don’t have much
time.” She extended her hand and smiled when Alyssa took it as they walked out
of the hotel room.
Alyssa trailed her hand
along the wall, halting when she seen the elevators. “No, not going on it.” She balked, dragging
her mom towards the stairs, not caring what floor they were on. “Elevators are scary, momma.”
Nodding in agreement,
Nicoya walked down the back staircase of the hotel, finally walking out of the lobby,
and headed outside to their rental car.
“So, are you angry at me still?” She asked as they walked through the
lobby, her bag over her shoulder while Alyssa had her backpack.
“For what? Keeping me a secret?” Alyssa replied,
following Nicoya to the car, still holding her hand. “No…you said he was a meanie so I guess it’s
alright.” She sighed, handing her mother her bag to stick in the car. “How long will the house show take and why do
you gotta be there?”
“It’s mandatory. All WWE employees are required unless they
have a family emergency.” Nicoya explained, arriving at her car, and placed her
bag in, smiling with relief that her daughter wasn’t upset with her. They listened to country music on the ride to
the arena, making small chit chat, and finally pulled into the arena parking
lot. “We shouldn’t be here too long
tonight, baby girl.”
Alyssa shrugged, looking
around the parking lot and sighed.
Knowing from how empty it was that they must’ve been early. This wasn’t surprising since Nicoya normally
liked to be on top of things. “Ready,
Mom?”
Nodding, Nicoya stepped
out, grabbing her bag, and then headed inside the arena, holding her daughter’s
hand tightly in her own, and went straight to her office. She sighed heavily when she opened the door,
holding Alyssa close to her, and ignored John’s presence as she guided her
daughter over to the couch. “Remember
what I said.” She whispered, smiling when Alyssa nodded, and turned around to
face him. “What can I do for you, Mr.
Cena?” She asked, her tone purely professional, though her midnight blue eyes
were spitting fire.
John was sitting behind
her desk, his feet propped up on top of it, hands folded behind his head. He ignored Nicoya at first, his ice blue eyes
firmly fastened on Alyssa. “She’s got
pretty eyes.” He commented at last, finally looking at Nicoya, arching an
eyebrow.
Leave my daughter alone,
John I’m warning you right now.” Nicoya stated through gritted teeth, walking
over to block his vision from Alyssa, and crossed her arms in front of his
chest. “She’s none of your damned
concern so get to steppin’ before I talk to Stephanie and Vince about fining
your ass for harassing me and my daughter.” She threatened, keeping her voice
low and calm, full of hidden rage.
“Oh I’m so scared.” John
said in a high pitched voice, raising his hands and waving them in exaggerated
movements. He smirked, standing up and
walking around to stand right in front of her.
“I’m here on business, Ms. Harris.” He said in a mock polite and
professional tone of voice. “It’s not my
fault you have a vendetta against me and can’t remember we’re at work.”
“What do you want, Mr.
Cena?” Nicoya asked through gritted teeth, trying to keep this as professional
as possible, and kept her arms firmly crossed in front of her chest. “If you don’t like your script, you’ll have
to go talk to Vince about that one because I only write them out. He approves them prior, so you’ll have to
take your business up with him if you have a problem with it.” She informed him
in a deceptively calm tone, her eyes telling a different story though.
“I did.” John
replied. “I spent the day with him
actually, discussing this…slop. He
suggested you and I brainstorm together about where my character is heading. Possible lines and all that.” He informed
her, smiling grimly at the thought.
“Oh well then I suggest
you get your ass handed to you any way possible. It’ll help ‘build your character greatly.”
She mocked him with a roll of her eyes, smirking when Alyssa stifled a snicker,
and raised an eyebrow at John before walking over to her desk. She took out a can of Lysol and began
spraying down her chair and desk, disinfecting it from his touch before taking
a seat.
John leaned over the
desk, knocking the can from her hand so she couldn’t spray him, smirking when
she stumbled back into her chair and dropped down. “Now really, is that a professional thing to
say?” He asked casually, tilting his head to the side, his blue eyes spitting
icicles of anger back at her. Alyssa
took this moment to slip out of the room, not liking the way this doofus was
talking to her mother.
“Fuck you, John.” Nicoya
spat back at him hatefully, her midnight blue eyes flaming with rage, and had
noticed her daughter left the room. She
would rather Alyssa get out before watching John push her around, like he
always did, but this time, Nicoya would push back. “If you lay a hand on me, I’ll report you to
Stephanie and Vince. I’m not helping you
with your character unless you get mauled in the ring for the rest of your
life!” She stated emphatically, crossing her arms in front of her chest,
refusing to help her ex-boyfriend who cheated on her.
“You see sweetheart,
that’s where you’re wrong. It’s your job
to help my character.” John replied coldly, growling when she shook her
head. He raised his hand as if to slap
her, but neither would find out if he’d actually do it because his hand got
caught in someone else’s.
Alyssa smirked, returning
to stand behind the couch, looking smug.
“There a problem here?” Came the booming, deceptively dangerous calm
voice of Mark as he held John’s hand in his gigantic hand.
Nicoya looked back at
Mark, who the large hand belonged to that stopped John’s hand from striking
her, and swallowed hard as she backed up in her chair a little. “Do we have a problem here, Mr. Cena?” She
asked, daring him to say something to hear that wasn’t nice or professional,
and couldn’t believe what her daughter had done. She was a smart cookie and would have to
remember to hug and kiss her later for bringing Mark when she did.
“No, no problem at all,
Ms. Harris.” John replied, meeting her eyes for one second before looking up at
Mark.
Mark studied him
intently, squeezing his hand tightly before letting go. “Good.
Now why don’t ya hit the pavement, I need to talk to Nico.” He said
casually, watching for John’s reaction.
“I bet you do.” John
murmured sarcastically, already hightailing it out of her office.
As soon as the door shut,
Nicoya finally breathed out, her heart pounding, and rushed over to hug her
daughter, tears stinging her eyes.
“Thank you so much, Aly.” She whispered, kissing her forehead, and began
trembling like a leaf as she held her daughter close. She was glad her daughter left when she had,
no wanting her to see anything happen to her that was bad, and finally let go
before standing up on shaky legs to face Mark.
“Thank you.” She whispered, her eyes clouding over with tears.
“Definitely not a
problem.” Mark replied, reaching out to catch her when she swayed
dangerously. His hands gently held her
up just under her arms. “You need to lie
down for a second, darlin’.” He said, watching as Alyssa cleaned off the couch
before scooping her up into his arms and carrying her over, gently laying her
down.
“You look like you’re
gonna puke, Mom.” Alyssa informed her, looking concerned with her forehead
scrunched up.
“Aly, go play for a
minute, baby girl. I need to talk to
Mark alone.” She whispered pleadingly, her heart still going a mile a
minute. When her daughter was far enough
away, Nicoya finally allowed the tears to slip down her cheeks. She already knew what would’ve happened had
Mark not arrived as she sucked in a ragged breath. “Mark, you need to keep her away from him,
please.” She whispered pleadingly, grabbing his hand, and squeezed it
weakly. “He’s dangerous…” She had to
stop because she was hyperventilating and pressed a hand to her heart. “Please, promise me whenever you have her,
you won’t let him near her.” She stared into his emerald green eyes pleadingly,
knowing John was a sneaky son of a bitch and his curiosity was peaked about
Alyssa.
Mark frowned, feeling how
fast her heart was going and reached out to pull her into a sitting position,
taking both her hands in his. “I won’t
let him or anyone else near her.” He promised, his eyes moving to Alyssa before
focusing on Nicoya again. “How’s he
dangerous, darlin’?” He murmured, seeing her hyperventilate and cupped his
massive hands around her mouth, forcing her to breathe back in her own air.
Tears spilled down her
cheeks as Nicoya gripped his wrists in her own, trying to take deep breaths,
and finally felt her heartbeat slow down.
She took his hands from her mouth and sucked in another ragged breath,
her bottom lip trembling. “Can I trust
you to keep a secret?” She quietly asked, staring into his beautiful emerald
green gems for eyes, her own midnight blue ones filled with fear and
determination.
Mark nodded, not pulling
his eyes from hers, seeing the look in them and felt admiration for this
woman. Somehow knowing she had been
through a lot of pain in her life. “You
can trust me with anythin’, Nico.” He said softly, honestly.
Taking a deep, shaky
breath, Nicoya released his wrists and cupped his face in her hands, tears
spilling down her cheeks like two flowing streams. “John is her father.” She whispered in
revelation and then buried her face in her hands as she began to cry softly,
hunched over, feeling the defeat crash over her. “He doesn’t know about her.” She added
through her sniffles.
That explained a
lot. Like Alyssa’s cockiness, smugness
and arrogance. Traits it was obvious she
didn’t get from her mother. Mark reached
out one large hand to gently stroke her back.
“Don’t cry, Nico, she’s lookin’ at ya.” He murmured, flashing a
reassuring smile at Alyssa. “Come on
now, darlin’ chin up.”
Nicoya knew he was right
as she slowly looked up into his eyes and nodded, sniffling a little more, and
smiled when he handed her another bandana.
“I’m sorry, but Alyssa has taken so well to you, Mark. You take care of her whenever I can’t so I
wanted you to know in case he tries something.
I don’t want him anywhere near her.
Please don’t be angry with me.
I’m doing what’s best for her.” She whispered, not wanting her daughter
to overhear, and smiled at Alyssa reassuringly before placing a hand on Mark’s.
“It’s not my place to be
angry, darlin’. It’s yer choice, yer
business.” Mark said seriously. “If he comes
near her, I’ll handle him.” He promised his tone grave though calm at the same
time. Inside he already figured that if
John approached Alyssa and he was there, he was laying the punk out.
“Thank you, Mark.” She
truly meant that and caressed his face with her hand, smiling appreciatively,
and hugged him around the neck, hoping he didn’t mind it. She then pulled back and wiped the rest of
her tears away before slowly standing up from the couch. “I think I’m okay now. I’m glad my daughter was smart enough to get
out of here because I knew it was coming.” She quietly said, walking shakily
over to her desk.
Mark smiled, patting
Alyssa’s head when she walked up to him, and said, “She came burstin’ into my
dressin’ room and hauled my ass outta there right quick.”
Alyssa beamed
proudly. “Nobody messes with my momma.”
She declared. “Except me that is.”
“That’s my girl.” Nicoya
grinned proudly as she walked over; lifting her up in her arms, and kissed her
cheek as she held her close. “For that,
you’re going to get all the ice cream and anything else you want tonight after
we leave.” She stroked her hair and looked up at Mark, her midnight blue eyes
no longer in tears. “You can join us,
Mark if you don’t have any other plans.
I’m sure Aly would love it if you would.” She laughed when Alyssa
squirmed out of her arms and went to Mark’s side, shaking her head. “I’ve lost my daughter.” She mock cried and
smiled widely.
Alyssa shook he
head. “Nah…you’re stuck with me. Part of the whole mommy deal.” She teased
adorably. “Besides, ya know ya love me,
'specially when I’m outta yer hair.”
Mark blinked, looking
down at Alyssa. “Is it just me or is she
drawlin’?” He asked curiously, an eyebrow rose.
“What’s drawlin’ mean?”
Alyssa asked, looking genuinely confused while Mark started laughing.
“You’ve had a profound
impact on her, Mark.” Nicoya laughed when Alyssa looked at her like she was
nuts and shook her head, rolling her eyes playfully. “Honey, drawlin’ is when you start talking
like Mark. You know how you’re supposed
to say your, but he says yer?” She asked, crossing her arms in front of her
chest, and actually hopped on her desk, staring at them.
“Yeah, what 'bout
it? Is she sayin’ it wrong?” Alyssa
asked, cocking an eyebrow.
Mark cleared his throat. “It ain’t that it’s wrong, darlin’. It’s my accent comin’ through.” He explained,
sounding downright amused.
“Accent? The way you sound, you mean?” Alyssa
questioned, wanting to make sure she understood what Mark and her mother were
telling her.
“Yeah that.”
“I heard some girls’ say
you could make a nun wet with yer voice.
What’s that mean?” Alyssa asked, deciding if they were going to be
receptive to her questions she might as well get them out.
Nicoya’s midnight blue eyes
bulged out of her head and covered her mouth with her hand, not believing what
her daughter just asked. “Alyssa Marie
Harris!” She exclaimed in shock, blinking rapidly, and couldn’t believe what
she just asked. “That’s NO business of
yours, young lady. You’re FAR too
young!” Nicoya was beside herself as she raked her hands through her hair and
gripped it, trying to stop blushing since her cheeks was on fire. Mark had gone red from the tips of his toes
to the roots of his hair, not believing what he just heard himself. He coughed, turning away from Nicoya, who
seemed to be having a red moment herself.
“And you never will until you’re older.” Nicoya muttered, not believing
what her daughter just asked them, and covered her cheeks with her hand as they
burned more. She had no doubt in her
mind that Mark could make a nun wet, but she wasn’t about to admit that in
front of her eight year old daughter.
“Mom…you’re blushing!”
Alyssa shrieked, pointing and laughing at her.
“It’s something naughty isn’t it?
Is that why you’re blushing?”
Mark’s shoulders were shaking now, his back still to them and laughing
his ass off.
“It’s none of your
business, Alyssa Marie!” Nicoya stated, truly embarrassed, and raked a hand
through her hair, trying to get the heat out of her cheeks. “Oh go ahead and laugh, Mark! “ She grumbled,
blushing more when he roared with laughter, and pursed her lips tightly
together. “At least the crack was made
at YOU.” She countered with a smirk.
Mark arched an eyebrow,
turning to stare at her. “Should I take
it as a compliment or somethin’ offensive?” He asked slowly. “Since yer a woman, you can tell me,
darlin’.” Alyssa stuffed her fingers in
her ears, not wanting to hear an icky adult conversation.
“Mark, I don’t think this
is the appropriate time or place to be discussing something like this.” Nicoya
stated warningly, gesturing toward her daughter, who was plugging her ears with
her fingers, and crossed her arms in front of her chest. “She’s only eight, even though she doesn’t act
like it sometimes.” She reminded him and crossed her leg over the other, seeing
Alyssa was singing under her breath, sighing.
“Fine, you should take that however you wish now enough.” She was still
beat red, but it was slowly diminishing.
Alyssa smirked, shaking
her head, and teasingly said, “Momma got herself in over her head.”
“I think I’m in trouble
with yer Mom.” Mark pointed out, raising an eyebrow.
“Hmmm…flash her some eyes
and pout, it seems to work.” Alyssa suggested, looking positively adorable and
innocent.
“Not with him it doesn’t,
Miss Know-It-All.” Nicoya stated matter-of-factly, crossing her arms in front
of her chest, and shook before sliding off the desk. She looked at Mark and blushed again before
shaking her head and walked over to sit behind her desk, staring down at the
scripts, trying to stop turning into another strawberry.
“I’m goin’ to head back
to my room.” Mark said, shaking his head when Alyssa snickered. “You got a mean streak, don’t ya angel?”
“Yes.” She replied, looking
cocky again, her blue eyes wide. “Why
you going? Mom…quit blushing!” Mark
cleared his throat, looking amused as he headed for the door.
Nicoya kept her head
lowered, her black hair framing her face, and started writing furiously on the
paper, biting her bottom lip in concentration.
“See ya, Mark.” She called back softly and smirked when Alyssa stopped
him from going anywhere. “Honey, you
have to give the man his space…” Nicoya began to say, sighing when Alyssa began
giving him those big puppy dog eyes, and shook her head. “It’s up to him, sweetheart. I can’t tell him what to do.”
Mark shook his head. “Darlin’…I got to go…” He stopped, seeing
Alyssa nod and back away, her head lowering.
“How 'bout ya come with me to check the boards?”
“Can I Mom?” Alyssa
asked, looking over at Nicoya, wiping away the tears that had started to form.
“He’s your babysitter,
isn’t he?” She shot back with a smirk, her cheeks still inflamed, and raised an
eyebrow. “If he says you can go with
him, then you have my permission as well.” She stated, smiling when she hugged
her daughter since Alyssa ran over to her, and kissed the top of her head
before rushing back to Mark’s side.
“Mark…” She stopped him before the door fully closed and gave him a
knowing look. “Watch her carefully
please.”
“Jeez Mom, he always
does.” Alyssa said, sounding exasperated.
She squealed when Mark hoisted her up onto his shoulders. “Bye Mom!” She waved down, grinning broadly.
Mark stared at Nicoya a
moment before nodding. “She’ll be fine,
get yer work done.” He grunted, smiling to let her know he was trying to
reassure her before heading off down the hall, his long legs quickly covering
ground.
Nicoya nodded back at
them before starting to get to work. She
snorted at John’s script, and tossed in her To Do slot, refusing to do it until
the absolute last second. If he wanted
to get any time in the ring, he was going to have to stop threatening her and
leave her and Alyssa alone. She knew
she’d done the right thing by telling Mark about John, but now her next
obstacle to overcome was her brother, Steve.
“God, if it’s not one it’s the other.” She grumbled under her breath and
began working on the Diva scripts.
Chapter 10
Mark listened patiently
as Alyssa rattled on, grinning and offering his opinion when she seemed to
expect it. He loved spending time with
this little angel and he didn’t know why.
Mark was never a big child lover, but with Alyssa, and the way she
carried herself along with her attitude, he couldn’t help, but want to spend
more time with her. “Hey ol’ timer,
ain’t that the script writer’s kid?” Came a voice from behind them,
interrupting what Alyssa was saying to Mark.
Mark turned to see none
other than Steve Austin walking towards them, nodding as he asked, “Guessin’ ya’ll
already met?”
“Briefly.” Steve peered
up at Alyssa and smiled warmly as he greeted, “Hey there, honey.” Alyssa squeaked in response, wondering how
she was supposed to tell Mark she wasn’t allowed to around this guy either.
“Mark, I gotta pee.”
Alyssa announced, the first excuse coming to her mind to scare Steve away,
still sitting on top of Mark’s shoulders.
Mark shook his head,
grinning when Steve blanched, and asked, “What’s wrong?”
“Yer on yer own with
that.” Steve replied, shaking his own head before walking away, waving his hand
as he moved away from them.
When Steve was out of
earshot, Alyssa leaned down and whispered in Mark’s ear, “Mark, I’m not allowed
to be around him either.”
Mark frowned, moving her
so she was standing in front of him, and questioned, “Steve? Why not?”
“Ask Mom.” Alyssa simply
said, shrugging her shoulders, looking just as confused at her babysitter.
“Maybe we oughta.” Mark
replied, his tone laced with confusion and wonder before lifting Alyssa up back
on his shoulders and headed to his dressing room. He’d ask Nicoya about it later, knowing she
was busy at work, and probably would be seriously ticked if they interrupted
her.
~!~
After finishing close to all
the scripts, Nicoya finally decided to take a small break, her head feeling
like it was going to explode. She kicked
her heels off, and leaned in her chair, her feet propped on her desk, and
played soft music from the corner. She
always had the crew bring her mini radio to all the arenas because it helped
her get her mind on track. She smiled
softly, hearing a beautiful song come over the radio, and sighed, closing her
eyes. She needed just a few minutes of
peace.
~!~
“Why are we hitting
this?” Alyssa asked about two hours later, hitting the punching bag that was
hanging in Mark’s dressing room, and had gotten knocked on her butt a few
thousand times already.
“Relieves stress,
tension…extra energy.” Mark replied, watching as Alyssa pounded away on his
punching bag, hoping to wind her down and disperse of her energy she had.
“Maybe we should bring
Mom down here and let her beat it up.” Alyssa suggested thoughtfully, stopping
to sip her Sprite he’d gotten her.
Mark looked thoughtful
himself, stroking his goatee. “You
know…maybe she could do with something to help her with stress.” He said, that
attentive look on his face and in his tone of voice, seriously considering
doing it.
“Hey, I help!” Alyssa
protested, sticking her lips out, puckering them in a tight purse, looking
positively cute.
~!~
After listening to a few
songs to recollect her thoughts, Nicoya decided to head down to the cafeteria
for something to drink. She shrugged her
cardigan off, her black hair pooling over her shoulders and down her back, and
walked out, her heels clicking against the concrete flooring of the arena in
her walk. She smiled at a few people,
but mostly kept to herself, not knowing hardly any of them. Once she arrived in the cafeteria, Nicoya got
herself a cup of coffee, needing a caffeine rush, and began fixing it to her
liking, wondering what Mark and Alyssa were doing. Steve arched an eyebrow when he seen Nicoya,
watching her while listening to some of the boys joke around, his blue eyes
studying her thoughtfully. Finally, he
excused himself and strolled over to her, clearing his throat to get her
attention.
Nicoya turned around and
felt her midnight blue eyes widen briefly at the sight of Steve. “Hello, Mr. Williams.” She greeted calmly,
trying to sound cheerful, and stirred her coffee with the straw. “What can I do for you?”
“Nothin’, just thought
I’d come say hi since you were lookin’ all lonesome.” He drawled playfully,
taking a drink of a bottle that was missing it’s label, but looked somewhat
like Vernors. Somewhat. “Seen yer rug rat with Calaway.”
“Yeah, she’s gotten close
with him. He’s her babysitter while I’m
busying working. He keeps her occupied.”
She shrugged absentmindedly, raking a hand through her black tresses, and took
a long swig of her coffee, trying to find a way to get away from him. Even though he didn’t recognize her, Steve
wasn’t stupid and would figure it out sooner or later.
Steve studied her
thoughtfully, finally reaching out to tap her arm to get her attention, his
blue eyes widening when she jumped. “You
don’t like me very much do ya?” He asked seriously.
“Believe me, Mr.
Williams, if you knew who I was, you’d hate me.” She replied solemnly, mentally
cursing herself for saying that, and immediately backed away from him. “I-I have to go.” She then rushed out of the
cafeteria, her coffee in hand, her heels clicking harshly against the flooring
below, not believing she just said that.
“Fuckin’ great.” She mumbled under her breath.
Mark shook his head, laughing
as he chased Alyssa out of the room, frowning when he seen she was seconds from
colliding with Nicoya, who had something in her hand. He instantly grabbed Alyssa just as Nicoya
went to stop herself, turning his back, and flinched when he wound up with
steaming hot coffee on his back. “Mark?”
Alyssa whispered, seeing the look on his face, and instantly backed away.
Mark grunted,
straightening and quickly pulled his shirt off as he growled out, “Damn!”
Nicoya had plowed into
his back, groaning as she fell to the floor, her cup falling from her hand, and
felt her head spinning. She slowly shook
the cobwebs from her brain, coughing a little, and finally got her vision back
to normal. “Shit, Mark, I’m so sorry!”
She apologized immediately, wincing when she seen the pained look on his face,
and slowly rose to her feet, cringing.
“I’m deeply sorry…” She didn’t know what else to say and rubbed the back
of her neck, seeing her coffee got completely on him.
Mark rolled his
shoulders, glancing back at her over his shoulder. “Mind tellin’ me how bad it is, darlin’?” He
asked in a low voice.
“It’s really, really,
really red!” Alyssa answered before her mother could, standing on her tiptoes
to see. “Mom you got him good!” Mark shook his head, smiling even though it
actually hurt like a bitch. On the
bright side, it was his back that’d been dunked and nothing too vital.
“Come with me, Mark.”
Nicoya said, grabbing his hand, her daughter trotting in front of them, and
guided him into her office. Once inside,
she instructed him to lay down on his stomach on the couch while she dug in her
purse for something. She pulled out some
burn ointment, having carried it around in case of emergencies, and walked over
as she straddled his waist, hoping he didn’t mind. “This is going to sting, but only for a
minute.” She warned him ahead of time and began squirting it on his back, not
believing she did this. “I’m so sorry,
Mark.” She sounded like she was going to cry.
Mark stared at the wall,
smiling when Alyssa sat on the floor to stare at him. “Hello little one.” He said, wincing a little
at the pain the burns gave off.
“That hurt?” She quietly
asked in a solemn filled voice.
“Nah, tickles a bit
though.” He half lied, not wanting to worry the precious angel, and winked at
her.
“You’re lying.” Alyssa
said flatly, staring into his eyes, and nodded in clarification.
Mark reached out to cup
her tiny face in his hand. “It don’t
hurt, darlin’. It-” His eyes flew open
suddenly. “Okay now that hurt.”
Wincing, Nicoya finished
applying the burn ointment and began rubbing it into his back, using her hands,
not believing how strong his back was.
The muscles rippled beneath her fingertips, causing her to smile, but
she still felt horrible for what she did.
She sighed, continuously rubbing his back, being gentle, and had to
scoot up a little on his waist. Her
skirt rode up the slightest and winked at her daughter, never stopping the
rubbing. “Mark will be fine,
sweetheart. No need to worry. Go play with your toys while Mom finishes him
up.” She gently ordered, causing Alyssa to nod, moving away reluctantly with
concern obvious on her face.
Mark sighed, burying his
face in the couch cushion for a minute, taking a deep breath before facing the
back of the couch, his face inches from it.
“You looked like you were in a hurry back there…” He commented, trying
to take his mind off what she was doing to him.
“I was.” Nicoya simply
replied, not stopping the rubbing, and moved his hair to the side, needing to
get his neck since the coffee got on that too.
“I’m so sorry about this, Mark. I
really am. I should’ve watched where I
was going.” She quietly spoke, feeling terrible, and furrowed her eyebrows
together, wincing when he groaned.
“It’s gonna be cleanin’ it
that’ll be the crux of it.” He murmured, wondering just how in the Hell he was
going to tend to his back and sighed.
Knowing he’d be stuck at the trainer’s every night for a while. “Ya didn’t have to do this, darlin’. I could’ve went to the trainer and had’em
take care of it. I knew yer a busy
woman.”
“No, this is my entire
fault and I fully intend to take responsibility for it. You won’t go to the trainer’s. You’ll come to me until you’re healed and I
want no arguments, Mark.” It was the least she could do after burning him with
her hot coffee, all because she was running away from her brother, who didn’t
even recognize her. Nicoya was a jittery
person and when she got nervous, something always happened. “I’m so sorry, Mark.” She whispered somberly.
“Don’t be, darlin’. You just gave me a legit reason not to wear
shirts.” He replied good-naturedly, more of a vest person if he had to wear
anything. Though now, it’d be a little
painful. “So…it’s a little burn,
somethin’ I blew outta proportion.”
“Darlin’, that tickles.”
Mark said softly, not about to tell her it both hurt and sent some more of that
electricity through him, sighing inwardly with bittersweet relief when she
stopped. “Nico…are ya cryin’? Please don’t cry, accidents happen.”
Alyssa looked up from her
toys, frowning when she seen her mother.
“You alright?” She asked, moving to get up.
“I’m fine, sweetheart.”
Nicoya assured her daughter with a smile and stopped what she was doing. Seeing the burn ointment already working its
magic, she slowly slid from his waist, straightening her skirt now. “How does it feel?” She asked quietly, wiping
her tears away, and walked over to sit down in her chair behind her desk.
Mark carefully pushed
himself up, looking over at Nicoya.
“Feels better.” He murmured, glancing down at Alyssa. “Yes?”
“It looks horrible. I think you’re just acting brave.” Alyssa
informed him diligently.
“Is that right?” Mark
arched an eyebrow down at her.
She nodded, smiling
cheekily back at him. “Here’s your shirt.”
She handed it to him, never wiping that pert smile from her adorable face. “I picked it up in the hallway.”
Mark took it from her,
wadding it in his hand, but didn’t move to put it back on. First, it was soaked in coffee. Second, he already knew he wouldn’t be able
to tolerate anything on his back.
“Thanks, angel.” He said appreciatively.
Nicoya sighed heavily,
putting her head in her hands, and felt like crawling in a hole and dying for
the umpteenth time around this man. She
couldn’t believe she’d actually spilled scalding hot coffee on him and cringed
at the memory. She knew he must’ve been
hurting and hoped the burns went away soon.
“Here’s your script, Mark.” She softly said, handing it to him, keeping
her eyes focused on the upcoming feud Vince was going to put Jeff in, which was
with Glen. ‘My fault again.’ She thought
miserably.
“Thanks.” Mark reached
down to take it, their fingertips once again brushing, and felt that jolt run
up his arm again. He cleared his throat
and took a step back. “I’ll see you
ladies later.”
“You coming to our room
tonight?” Alyssa asked, walking around to sit on her mom’s lap with hope
shining in her beautiful blue eyes.
“Angel, I’m sure yer
momma would like some one-on-one time with ya.” Mark said patiently, already
feeling himself melting from her eyes.
“What about your back?”
The little girl asked, truly concerned about it, especially with how red it
was.
“Alyssa, if he doesn’t
want to come, he doesn’t have too, sweetheart.” Nicoya patiently told her daughter,
wrapping her arms around her waist, and kissed the top of her head. She began running her fingers through
Alyssa’s hair, seeing it was knotted up a little, and would have to brush it
after her bath that night. She wished
she could leave now so Steve didn’t come confront her about what she’d said
earlier. IF the man kept his distance,
she would be fine.
“But you said he had to
come get his back tended to every night.” Alyssa said patiently, letting her
mom finger comb her hair. “Aww…” She
made a face when she seen it was just them in the room. “He gets around don’t he? Maybe we oughta put a bell color on him or
something.”
“No, we will do no such
thing. He’s a grown man and doesn’t need
an eight year old following him around like a puppy dog.” Nicoya replied,
shaking her head, and continued combing her fingers through her daughter’s
hair, sighing. She was still mildly
disturbed by that earlier question about Mark making nuns wet and felt her
cheeks grow hot just thinking about it.
She cleared her throat loudly and kissed the top of her daughter’s head
before turning to look at the scripts she had left to finish up.
“Mom, why’re you blushing
again?” Alyssa asked curiously, seeing her mother turning into a strawberry
again, and sighed exasperatedly just as the door to the office opened.
“This a bad time?” Steve
asked, poking his bald head into the room, and felt his blue eyes widen at the
sight of Ms. Harris. “Damn woman, yer
red!”
“Christ…” Nicoya mumbled
under her breath, setting her daughter down on the floor, and pointed over to
her toys, clearly not amused. “Don’t
point out another thing, Alyssa.” She ordered, shaking her head, and cleared
her throat, taking a long swig of her water, and finally leaned back in her
chair, staring at him. Staring at the
man who she thought wouldn’t confront her about what happened earlier in the
cafeteria.
FAT CHANCE OF THAT
HAPPENING!
Chapter 11
“What can I do for you,
Mr. Williams?” She asked, trying to cool herself down, but having a hard time
doing so.
“Well maybe an
explanation?” He asked, stepping in the room fully, leaning against the wall,
hooking his thumbs into the belt loops of his tight blue jean shorts. “You ran out of the cafeteria like a scalded
dog honey, what happened?” He was truly concerned about how this woman acted
toward him earlier and couldn’t stop from wondering what she’d said to him.
“Nothing, I just had a
lot of work to get done.” She replied nonchalantly, looking over his script
since he was in there, and finally slid it across the desk. “This is done for you. I did the changes Vince wanted as far as your
return and whatnot.” She explained, the professionalism kicking into high gear,
and raked a hand through her black hair before moving onto the next one. “Sorry if I offended you, Mr. Williams.”
Steve picked it up from
the desk, reading through it, his blue eyes reading the lines carefully. Finally nodding, he offered a half grin. He cleared his throat, studying Nicoya
thoughtfully, and couldn’t help himself any longer. “What’d ya mean by ‘if I knew who ya were,
I’d hate ya’?” He asked curiously.
Nicoya froze as she
swallowed hard, stopping in mid writing, and mentally cursed her mouth for
running away with her. She looked over
at Alyssa, who was busy coloring, and sighed with relief before finally looking
up to meet Steve’s eyes. “It doesn’t
matter anymore, Mr. Williams. It was a
long time ago and I really don’t want to get into it.” She stated, finally
managing to drop the pen that was in her hand, and scrubbed her face with her
hand in frustration. This work load was
going to kill her, especially now that both rosters were clashed together
again.
Steve arched an eyebrow
at her, wondering if this woman was off her damned rocker. “Honey, beg to differ, but if somehow along
the line our paths crossed and I did somethin’, rubbed ya the wrong way, I’d
like to know.” He said gently, but in a firm tone, his eyes mirroring it.
“It’s sad that you can’t
even remember or even recognize me, Steve.” She finally said bitterly, deciding
she’d had enough, and snapped her fingers.
“Alyssa, get ready now. We’re
leaving.” She ordered, no room for argument in her voice, and unplugged her
laptop hastily from the wall, wrapping the cord up. “If you don’t even remember who I am then
there’s really no point in you knowing, Mr. Williams. Now if you’ll excuse me, my daughter and I
are getting ready to leave for the evening.”
Steve blocked her path,
preventing her from leaving. “Look, Ms.
Harris, I’m really sorry, but when ya take as many knocks as I have, it’s
rather hard to remember every face. Even
one as pretty as yers.” He studied her thoughtfully, obviously trying to place
her. For the life of him, he couldn’t do
it. “We didn’t date or anythin’ did we?”
“No, that would be pretty
sick, especially since we used to be related.” She replied evenly, no humor in
her tone of voice, and stared back into his blue eyes before tearing her gaze
away, sighing deeply, and placed her laptop in her case, zipping it up. She’d already said too much and knew she was
either going to end up going off on him or just flat out telling him the truth
about who she was.
“Used to be related?”
Steve echoed her words, raking a hand over his bald head, and looked more confused
than ever before now. The wheels in
Steve’s mind were obviously going a mile a minute now, some sort of slow
comprehension dawning in his eyes.
“Huh? Related?” Alyssa echoed along with
Steve. “How were you related?” She asked
eagerly, obviously she’d been paying attention to the conversation. “MOM!
How are you guys related?” Alyssa pressed when her mother didn’t answer
her right away, too intrigued to pull back now.
“Alyssa, don’t worry
about it.” Nicoya stated, staring down at her daughter hardening, and pointed
to the rest of her toys. “Pack up. We’re leaving now.” She ordered, turning her
back to Steve, and grabbed the paperwork off of her desk, stuffing it in her briefcase
with her laptop.
Alyssa stared at Steve
openly before packing her own toys up, letting her mother pull her from the
room when she was ready. “Mom, who is
he? What’s going on? Why can’t I worry about it?” Her mouth was
firing questions left and right at Nicoya, her interest at its highest by now.
“Because it was a long
time ago, Alyssa. He’s not even part of
my family anymore.” Nicoya reasoned with her daughter, dragging her down the
hallway, and groaned when Alyssa stopped.
She picked her up and kept on walking, her heels clicking against the
arena floor rapidly, and headed toward her car.
“No more questions about it, Alyssa Marie. You’re giving your mother a headache.”
Steve watched them walk
away, leaning against the wall, shaking his head and muttered to himself,
“Crazy ass woman…” The gears in his head were spinning, trying to think of who
she could be, and decided he had to get to the bottom of this before it drove
him nuts.
“Yeah, but I finally get
to hear something interesting and you’re telling me not to worry about it.”
Alyssa grumbled, her eyes widening indignantly when Nicoya clamped a hand over
her mouth, but continued talking on anyway.
Sighing heavily, Nicoya
shook her head as she placed her daughter in the car, buckling her up, and got
in the driver’s side before peeling out of there. She turned on the radio while her daughter
kept ranting, groaning, already feeling a headache coming on. “He’s nobody you need to worry about now
clamp it shut, Alyssa Marie!” Nicoya shouted, finally having enough, and
stopped at a red light.
Alyssa crossed her arms over
her chest, staring out the window. “You
always tell me not to worry about things.” She muttered angrily. “Can we at least stop somewhere for something
to eat? I didn’t get breakfast or lunch
today.” She rubbed her poor, growling stomach.
“We’ll get something to
eat at the hotel.” She told her daughter, mentally cursing herself again for
not taking care of her, and sighed heavily as she shook her head. They arrived a few minutes later as Nicoya
put the car in park and walked up the back staircase of the hotel, her bag over
her shoulder, and headed up to their room, already having the key card. “Come on, we’ll order some good stuff and
watch a movie.”
“Oh boy.” Alyssa muttered
sarcastically, falling backwards when she overshot the next step, and found
nothing, automatically panicking. “Mom!”
She screeched, falling back.
“Got you.” John said,
having been behind them, though he hadn’t been following, just returning from a
workout in the gym, catching Alyssa before she could topple.
Nicoya gasped when she
seen her daughter almost fall and immediately ran down the stairs, dropping
everything, and snatched her away from John’s arms, holding her close. “Are you okay, baby girl?” She instantly asked,
worry evident in her voice, and ran her hands over her arms and face, making
sure nothing happened. She pressed a
hand over her heart as it beat furiously in her chest before lifting her up in
her arms, backing away from John, not sure what to say as she held Alyssa
close.
“Mom, mom, mom…I’m
alright.” Alyssa assured her, scowling slightly, though she still looked really
shaken up from almost falling.
John raked a hand through
his hair, his eyes fastened on them.
“Good thing I was there.” He said, no trace of smugness or anything
vicious in his tone.
“I coulda went splat.”
Alyssa agreed solemnly and began trembling as the possibility washed over her.
“Thank you, John.” Nicoya
softly said, her voice full of appreciation with a hint of confusion mixed in
it as she held her daughter tighter to her.
“You’re definitely going to be the death of me, child.” She half joked,
trying to stop her heart from beating viciously in her chest, and kissed her
head repeatedly as the tears began sliding down her cheeks.
“You’re welcome, Julia-”
John’s blue eyes widened when she flumped back, darting up the steps to catch
her, scooping her into his arms.
“Mom?” Alyssa asked
nervously, looking up at them, knowing her mom didn’t want anything to do with
this man even though he was being nice and had saved her.
“You’re overworking
yourself.” John said softly, slowly setting her on her feet, shaking his head
with a sigh. “You look stressed.” He was
pointing out the obvious.
“Um hello? You guys forget I’m here?” Alyssa asked,
feeling neglected since it was HER who almost fell to her death, not her
mother.
Nicoya pressed the back
of her hand to her forehead, trying to blink a little, and stumbled back from
him, causing Alyssa to go with her as she pressed her other hand to her
shoulder. “Stay away from me, John.” She
softly stated, shaking herself mentally some more, and looked down at the
worried expression on her daughter’s face.
“I’m fine sweetheart.” She assured quietly, gripping the railing of the
staircase. “Just go away, Cena. I’m fine, I don’t want nor need your
assistance.” Her voice grew cold, not forgetting what he almost did earlier to
her in her office that night at the arena.
If her daughter hadn’t gotten Mark when she had…Nicoya didn’t even want
to think about what might have happened.
John’s eyes widened for a
moment before nodding, brushing past them.
Though he reached out to pat Alyssa’s head. “Stay safe, kid.” He grunted, his footsteps
echoing on the steps as he hurried up to his hotel room.
“Mom…come on.” Alyssa
tugged on her hand. “Let’s just get to
our room. Then you can breakdown.” She
hugged her mother tightly, still terrified from what just happened.
“I’m not going to
breakdown, Alyssa.” Nicoya assured her, though she already knew it was going to
happen after her daughter was asleep that night as the headed up the rest of
the staircase. Once inside, Nicoya
immediately sent Alyssa to change into her pajamas while Nicoya kicked her
heels off and ordered them some food.
Along with some well-deserved ice cream for her daughter. She then changed into a sky blue nightgown
that was spaghetti strapped and went just above her knees, hugging her every
curve, and her black hair was down.
“Aly, what movie did you wanna watch, sweetheart?” She called out from
the front room.
“Um…” Alyssa was in her
bedroom, changing into her pajamas, having no intention of getting a bath if
she could possibly avoid it. She walked
out, pulling down her top over her belly and grinned, showing off her fuzzy
slippers. “Garfield?” She suggested, a
movie she watched as often as humanely possible.
“Again?” Nicoya groaned
out loud and sighed heavily as she raked a hand through her hair. She suddenly remembered needing to give
Alyssa a bath and stood up from the bed, knowing she wouldn’t like this. “You need a bath, Alyssa Marie and if you
argue with me, no ice cream.” She threatened, crossing her arms in front of her
chest, and dared her daughter to defy her.
Alyssa groaned just like
her mother, not wanting to take a bath.
“I almost have a near death experience and now you’re trying to drown
me?” She whined, sighing under the look she received before heading towards the
bathroom. “Can I at least have a
Sprite?” She asked hopefully, halting in the bathroom doorway.
“Get your butt in that
tub while I go get it.” She ordered, compromising somewhat with her daughter,
and smirked when Alyssa stuck her tongue out at her before starting the
water. Nicoya sighed as she slipped on
her black robe that went to her knees and tied it before grabbing a dollar and
her key card, heading out of the room.
She closed the door behind her and went down to the pop machine to grab
the Sprite Alyssa asked for.
Mark was staring at the
vending machine, not in the mood for coffee or water, which is what was in his
room’s fridge. His normal drinks though
tonight he needed something not so bitter.
Something to go with his Jack Daniels.
He sighed, flexing his back and winced, wearing nothing, but a pair of
black pajama bottoms. Fresh out of a
very interesting shower. He’d discovered
he couldn’t let water anywhere NEAR his back and had to even keep it on a
semi-cold temperature. It hurt him WAY
too much to put it on even Luke warm.
“Hello darlin’.” He greeted when he heard someone behind him, turning
around quickly to see Nicoya.
“Hi, Mark.” She greeted
softly, raking a hand through her black hair, and took a dollar out of her robe
pocket, sliding it into the machine, and pressed the Sprite button. She cringed when Mark winced, knowing his back
hurt, and felt that guilt gnawing at her insides again, but pushed it
aside. She’d dealt with enough shit that
day and just wanted to get back to her room with her daughter and fall asleep
crying after Alyssa went to sleep. She
bent down and retrieved the pop from the machine, tucking a strand of hair
behind her ear, and sighed again.
Mark heard her sigh and
couldn’t help himself. He took a quick
glance at her ass. Very nice. He put his own money into the machine when she
stepped away, getting himself a Coke.
“You look like you had a rough night, darlin’.” He commented softly,
reaching out to absentmindedly push a stray lock of hair back away from her
face.
“I did…” She admitted
softly, biting her bottom lip, and stared back into his emerald green eyes,
holding the cold Sprite in her hand.
“How’s your back?” She quietly asked, crossing her one arm in front of
her chest, right under her breasts, the robe clinging to every curve of her
body like her nightgown did.
“Nothin’ I can’t handle.”
Mark replied, trying not to become distracted by the sudden view, finding
Nicoya very attractive. Though it was
easy not to think about it with her firecracker daughter around. “What happened? The guys give you a hard time tonight?”
“You could say that.” She
replied, raking a hand through her hair, and decided not to mention anything to
Mark about John catching Alyssa before she fell down the staircase, since there
was a hole in it. “Just keep that burn
ointment on and take cold showers for the next few days. It shouldn’t take any more than a week to
heal.” She assured him softly, the guilt in her eyes, and sighed as she closed
her eyes, feeling sick to her stomach.
“I’m so sorry about that, Mark. I
honestly didn’t mean to do that.” She quietly apologized again.
Mark arched an eyebrow,
personally wondering just how the Hell he was supposed to apply the ointment
before mentally reminding himself that’s what the trainers were for. Might as well make them earn their keep
right? “Don’t worry 'bout it, Nico. Accidents happen.” He said just as quietly,
raking a hand through his damp hair.
“The angel asleep?”
“No, actually she’s in
the tub.” She smiled a little at the thought of her daughter not liking baths
particularly, and waved the Sprite in his vision. “She demanded I get her one or else she
wasn’t taking her bath.” She rolled her eyes and sighed in mock
exasperation. “We’re gonna watch
Garfield.” She groaned. “For the
umpteenth time.” She raked a hand through her hair, shaking her head. “That kid needs to get a new favorite movie
cause I’m not sure if I can watch it again without breaking the DVD in half.”
Mark cocked his head to
the side, arching an eyebrow.
“Garfield? Ain’t that a comic
strip?” He asked curiously. “When’d they
make that into a movie?”
Nicoya started laughing
at the look on his face and shook her head, patting him on the arm. “If you want, you can come watch it with
us. They made it two years ago I think.”
She was still giggling, not believing the priceless look on his face, and
thought it was adorable. “It’s up to you
though, Mark. Though, I’m sure Alyssa
would love to see her hero again.” She smirked, crossing her arms in front of
her chest.
Mark rolled his eyes at
that. “Ya ever goin’ to quit harassin’
me bout that woman?” He demanded gruffly, though there was a twinkle in his
green eyes. “I don’t know…I don’t want
to intrude on yer time with her. I know
ya get precious little as it is.”
“You’re not intruding,
but if you don’t want too, I’m not going to force you.” She smiled back at him reassuringly,
patting his arm, and winked. “If you
change your mind, the offer is still on the table. Have a good night, Mark.” She then walked
away from him, Sprite in hand, and hoped her daughter hadn’t flooded the
bathroom again.
Mark watched her walk
away and shook his head before slipping back into his own room, which was right
by the vending machine, forgetting about his drink all of a sudden.
Chapter 12
“Splish-splash, I’m
taking a bath!” Alyssa sang, her head covered in a lather of shampoo, her hair
all piled on top of her head. She held a
brush in front of her mouth, singing, careful not to splash the water or
bubbles outside the tub.
“Whhhhhhoooooooo!”
Nicoya couldn’t stop
laughing to herself as she grabbed the video camera and pressed record, filming
her daughter singing with a brush to her mouth, sounding too adorable for
words. She smiled softly, finally
stopping, and put the video camera away quietly before walking inside the
bathroom, Sprite in hand. “You about
finished in here, Madonna?” She asked jokingly, smirking down at her little
girl.
“Like a virgin…touched
for the very first time…Like a virgin…” Alyssa sang sweetly, adoring
Madonna. “Mom, what does that mean
anyway?” She asked, tilting her head back for Nicoya to rinse.
“You’ll find out when
you’re older, sweetheart. It’s an adult
thing.” Nicoya replied, smiling softly back at her daughter, and took her robe
off, hanging it on the door, and got down on her knees as she picked up the cup. She filled it with water and started rinsing
her daughter’s long black hair out, loving moments like these with her. “You need to stop listening to Madonna.” She
shook her head, laughing softly.
“She’s the queen of pop,
not happening.” Alyssa replied, keeping her eyes scrunched tight. Once her hair was rinsed, she picked back up
the brush, waving it before her mouth.
“Oh baby, baby! How was I
supposed to know? That something wasn’t
RIGHHHHHTTTTTT?” She held the brush up before her mother. “Sing it!”
“No way, Aly. You know I can’t STAND Britney Queers.”
Nicoya stated emphatically, shaking her head, and smirked as she grabbed the
brush and began to sing one of Alyssa’s favorite songs. “She left without leaving a number. Said she needed to clear her mind. He figured she’d gone back to Austin, cause
she talked about it all the time. It was
almost a year before she called him up.
Three rings and an answering machine is what she got…” She trailed off
and held the brush out to her daughter, right by her mouth.
“If you’re calling bout
the car I sold it. If this is Tuesday
night, I’m bowling. If you got somethin’
to sell, you’re wastin’ your time, I’m not buyin’.” Alyssa sang in her sweet,
clear voice, stepping out of the tub and wrapped herself in a towel, giggling
when her mother sang with her. She sang
her way out to the main room. “Mom! Mark’s here!” She yelped, diving back into
the bathroom. Mark was leaning in the
open doorway, not actually stepping into the hotel room. The door had been partially opened and when
he seen that, it concerned him. Until he
heard the ladies singing in the bathroom together, which he thought was too
sweet for words.
Nicoya’s eyes widened,
not expecting him to be standing in the doorway, and immediately felt her
cheeks go red as a strawberry AGAIN! He
just overheard them singing as she started shaking her head and dried her
little girl off in the bathroom. “Get
dressed, Aly.” She instructed softly, walking out of the bathroom, and crossed
her arms in front of her chest, wearing her sky blue nightgown without her
robe. “How did you get in here?” She
asked, placing her hands on her hips, looking downright embarrassed as her
cheeks grew even redder.
Mark averted his eyes,
staring at the ceiling, the front of her nightgown soaked through from the bath. “Yer door was open, darlin’.” He said
quietly. “I thought maybe…John had come
back and…” He trailed off, reaching to rub the back of his neck, grateful for
the pain because it distracted him. “I
didn’t mean to uh…intrude, but…I shoulda left when I heard ya’ll singin’.”
Nicoya didn’t realize her
nightgown was soaked through as she sighed, not believing she was dumb enough
to leave the door open, and smiled back at him.
“Don’t worry about it, Mark. Come
on in, the munchkin just got out of the tub.” She waved her hand at him and
walked back into the bathroom, knowing he’d shut the door properly. She felt her eyes shoot out of its sockets
when she seen her nightgown becoming see through due to the water. “Oh shit!” She shouted in surprise and
grabbed her robe quickly wrapping herself in it, and turned even redder.
Alyssa looked up from
zipping up her footed pajamas. “Mom, did
you show Mark your jub-jubs?” She asked, arching an eyebrow. “Cause you now they’re showing right?” Mark heard Nicoya cuss and shook his head,
chuckling to himself as he took a sip of his straight Coke, not believing he’d
come on down here. Though he wanted to
spend time with the both of them. Honestly,
he found himself drawn to both daughter and mother.
“Alyssa, go get your damned
movie and spend time with your babysitter.” She ordered angrily, not believing
she just showed Mark her breasts, even though they were clad in a matching
bra. She sighed heavily, raking her
hands through her hair, and splashed cold water on her face to try to calm
down.
Alyssa rolled her eyes,
huffing in exasperation. “Jeez…not my
fault you flashed him!” She said with the door wide open before closing it
behind her, annoyed that she was getting in trouble for simply asking a question. Mark heard that flashed part and he went red,
which was not missed by Alyssa. “Not you
too!”
“Alyssa Marie!” Nicoya
shouted, her voice clearly sounding embarrassed and strained, and splashed more
water on her face as she took a few gulps of it from her hand. Sometimes her daughter’s mouth ran away with
her and therefore, embarrassed Nicoya to no avail. Tonight would be no exception, but she was
glad her robe was black instead of such a thin, light color like her nightgown. She groaned, not believing what she did, and
felt like disappearing at that moment.
Mark was hiding his own
face, hearing Nicoya and then the sounds of a movie starting up. Guessing this was the infamous Garfield
movie. He adjusted the cotton black
button up shirt he had pulled on, against better judgment. Not wanting to be running around half naked
in front of the women either. He’d
compromised by leaving it unbuttoned.
After getting herself to
stop turning red, Nicoya finally stepped out, keeping her robe tightly shut,
and groaned when she heard Garfield playing.
She looked at Mark, who stared right back at her, and sighed with inner
relief when there was a knock on the hotel room door, knowing that was food
arriving. “Excuse me.” She whispered,
walking past him, their arms brushing together, and felt a tingle shoot down
her arm as she opened the door, smiling as the trolley was wheeled in, and paid
the man before shutting the door behind her.
“Alyssa, dinner honey!” She called out, wheeling it over to the bed, and
laughed when she protested. “Bring your
movie out here. Mark has NEVER seen it!”
“Really?” Alyssa shouted
back, a few minutes later coming out with the DVD, waving it at Mark before
popping it in. She settled on her mom’s
bed and dug into her plate. “Hungry? I got enough to share.” She offered sweetly.
“No thanks, angel, I ate
a while ago.” He replied, settling down on the couch, keeping his lower, not
burnt back pressed against the low arm of the couch.
Sighing, Nicoya stood up
and walked over, snapping her fingers.
“Stand up.” She ordered him, no fear in her midnight blue eyes, and
smirked when Mark raised an eyebrow up at her.
“Alyssa, tell Mark to stand up for momma.” She called to her daughter,
knowing Mark couldn’t resist her daughter’s big, beautiful blue eyes. Even though they weren’t identical to
hers. They were identical to John’s.
“Mark, stand up.” Alyssa
ordered, not looking back, too focused with her movie to be paying attention.
Mark arched the other
eyebrow, smirking at the look on Nicoya’s face before slowly standing up,
towering over her, and asked, “Yes?”
She grinned and turned
around, reaching up, and peeled the shirt off of him, taking his hand, and
pulled him over to the bed. “Lay down
face first. You can watch the movie and let
your back get some air.” She stated, smiling when her daughter scooted over,
and patted the spot next to her. “You
have no choice now lay down, Mark.” She ordered gently, but firmly before
retrieving some more burn ointment. “You
need to keep that back as open to air as possible, the fewer shirts you wear on
it, the better and faster it’ll heal.
Even though I know you can’t help it in the ring.”
Mark groaned, laying down
as she instructed, not even wanting to think about in ring attire at the
moment. “What the Hell is she watchin’?”
He murmured, staring at the screen, trying not to find this the dumbest thing
he’d ever seen in his life.
“Garfield.” Alyssa
answered promptly, munching on her dinner.
“You really need to get out more, Marky.”
Nicoya started laughing
at her daughter, nodding in agreement, and kissed the top of her head before
crawling on the bed. She once again
straddled Mark’s waist, rubbing the ointment in her hands, and gently, very
carefully began rubbing it in. Sighing
when she seen the red burn marks, Nicoya felt that guilt eating her alive
again. “Alyssa, when you’re finished,
your ice cream is in the freezer.” She informed her daughter before turning her
attention back to Mark’s back, her nightgown and robe riding up a little on her
thighs.
Mark was feeling the heat
alright, but it wasn’t from his back. It
was from her soft, gentle touch that was lighting him on fire. He buried his face in the bed, trying not to
think about that. Damn this woman was
beginning to drive him nuts! He flinched
when he heard Alyssa shrieking with laughter, raising his head to find her
dancing along with the movie, and asked, “She ever wind down?”
“No, but she does listen
to me when I tell her it’s bedtime. This
is her summer vacation so I let her slack sine she has no summer school in the
morning.” She explained softly, smiling back at her daughter, and continued
rubbing his back, not even worrying about the ointment anymore. This man had an incredible physique and she
loved the feeling of his muscles rippling beneath her fingertips. It was a huge turn on for her, especially
since John never allowed her to touch him like this. “How’s that feeling?” She asked softly in his
ear, her breasts barely brushing against his back.
Mark had to stifle a
moan. “Feelin’ better, darlin’ thanks.”
He drawled, his voice low and husky.
“Ice cream!” Alyssa
shrieked, heading towards the freezer.
She danced back out to the television with her bowl, settling down on
the floor, giggling at what she seen.
Mark chuckled, watching
her, and asked, “Home schoolin’ huh?
How’s that workin’?” He was trying to get his mind on anything, but this
woman’s touch that was forcing Mark’s body to come alive.
“Well, her momma has a
master’s degree in teaching so I’d venture to say it’s going well.” Nicoya
softly retorted, sitting back up, and began rubbing further down his back,
stifling her own moans as she bit her bottom lip. Smiling when she seen her daughter was eating
her ice cream. “After that, it’s
bedtime, Alyssa.” She stated, raising an eyebrow when her daughter looked at
her, and continued rubbing the ointment in.
Part of her wanted to send her daughter to bed now so she could spend
some alone time with this man. Then
remembered her vow when she came from RAW to Smackdown!, which was no more
dating wrestlers.
Alyssa groaned, beginning
to take her time with the ice cream, milking it out. “Mom, but the movie is only halfway through!”
She complained, licking her spoon ever so slowly.
Mark chuckled softly, not
even realizing he was arching his back to Nicoya’s touch. “Teacher huh?
How’d a teacher wind up writin’ scripts?” He asked, sounding genuinely
interested.
“My degree has English
and Literature in it along with writing and many other aspects that go into
script writing. I love writing scripts,
it’s kinda like writing stories, which I do on occasion.” She explained gently,
sighing heavily when she seen her daughter going slow on purpose, and shook her
head. “Fine, after the movie, bedtime
and if you argue with me, you’ll go to bed tomorrow night early, like you do
when you’re home schooled, understood?” She raised a challenging eyebrow at her
daughter.
Mark arched an eyebrow,
watching as Alyssa appeared to consider arguing, but then thought better of
it. Smiling when she ate her ice cream
at a normal, he thought, pace. “What
kinda stories do ya write, Nico?” Alyssa started giggling, turning around to stare
at her mother. “What the Hell is so
damned funny?”
“Alyssa…” Nicoya held a
warning tone, her eyes narrowed somewhat, and coughed a little, clearing her
throat. “Just stories in general about
my life. Nothing you need to be
concerned with, mark.” She stated, still rubbing his back, furrowing her
eyebrows together as she moved his long tresses aside. Studying the dancing skull tattoo that was on
the back of his neck and ran her fingertips over it. “Interesting…”
“It’s a crime to be
curious these days?” Mark replied good-naturedly, barely repressing shivers
when he felt her fingertips on his tattoo.
“Just a plain ol’ tattoo, darlin’.”
Alyssa yawned, crawling
up on the bed to kneel besides them, leaning over to study the tattoo as
well. “Did this hurt?” She asked,
obviously fighting back sleep, reaching up to rub her eyes.
“Not really, darlin’.”
Mark murmured, turning his head so he could sort of see her.
“You got a lot of’em.”
Alyssa said thoughtfully, pulling his arm out and studying it. “Mom…look at this one.” Mark waited for the
normal reaction he got, which was normally along the lines of how much of a
freak he was, when people, mainly women, studied his arms thoroughly.
“They’re beautiful.” She
murmured thoughtfully, smiling, and looked over at her daughter with a
sigh. “Come on, munchkin, let’s tuck you
into bed.” She lifted Alyssa in her arms, bending down so her and Mark were eye
level. “Say good night to him.” She
smiled when Alyssa hugged him around the neck and then kissed his cheek before
yawning loudly. Nicoya then carted her
daughter into her room, laying her down gently on the bed, and covered her up,
running her finger down her daughter’s cheek.
“I love you, Aly girl.” She murmured, kissing her forehead, and smiled,
not believing how peaceful she looked.
Mark was off the bed when
they disappeared, groaning softly. He
shook himself, trying to think of Nicoya as a co-worker and nothing more. He raked a hand through his hair, walking
over to stare out the window, planning on leaving after saying good night. Though it might actually be better if he just
walked out right now. He frowned
slightly, pressing his forehead to the cool glass, knowing he should just cut
ties with both of them. Nothing could
ever come of him and Nicoya. She was
obviously skittish when it came to wrestlers and he had learned a long time ago
dating co-workers was a bad thing. But
then again, she wasn’t like most of his co-workers either.
After admiring her
daughter for a few more minutes, Nicoya finally walked out, closing the door
gently behind her, leaving it cracked incase Alyssa needed her, and
sighed. She watched Mark staring out the
window and knew he was probably having conflicting thoughts. Knowing she should’ve stopped rubbing his back
a long while back, but she couldn’t help
it. Thoughts of John entered her mind
suddenly, forcing her to blink back tears, and walked into the kitchen to get a
glass of water, needing to calm down as she sighed. John had broken her heart so many times. Nicoya knew the only reason why she wasn’t a
bitter woman was because of her daughter.
That was the ONLY good thing that came out of their entire relationship,
which went on and off for eight years.
Nicoya knew she should cut ties with Mark, make him stop seeing her
daughter, spending time with her, but she couldn’t. That would break Alyssa’s heart and she
refused to do that to her daughter. She
would deal with it and just maintain a strict relationship with Mark. After getting her thoughts on track, Nicoya
finally walked out and turned the movie off before wrapping the DVD playing up
and then cleaned up her daughter’s mess.
Mark turned around,
watching Nicoya, more than aware of her presence from the moment she stepped
out of the room. “Thanks fer…the movie
and tendin’ my back.” He said finally, bending down to help her, holding out
the ice cream bowl. When she took it, he
straightened up, leaning over to pick up his shirt. “Nico, do you want me to stop seein’ Alyssa?”
He finally asked bluntly.
Nicoya blinked back at
him, not expecting him to ask her that, and cleared her throat as she walked
into the kitchen, setting the bowls in the sink, and finally turned around to
face him. “No, it would break her heart
if I forced you to stop seeing her and I refuse to do that to my little girl,
Mark.” She answered softly, staring back into his green eyes, and wrapped her
arms around herself. “I may not want to
admit it, but you are really great with her and I trust you fully and I know
she does too. You’re all she talks about
and if I took that away from her…” She shook her head and swallowed hard. “That would probably kill her to be brutally
honest with you. So no, you’re more than
welcome to see Alyssa anytime you wish, Mark.”
Mark studied Nicoya
intently, knowing she wasn’t comfortable herself around him. That she didn’t really want him to see
Alyssa, but was allowing it for her daughter.
“If it makes ya comfortable, darlin’, I’ll just watch her when yer
busy.” He said finally, genuinely smitten with the little girl, finding her too
damned adorable and intelligent for her own good.
“What makes you think I’m
not comfortable around you, Mark?” Nicoya questioned, raising an eyebrow up at
him, and crossed her arms in front of her chest, looking genuinely confused and
hurt. “I may come off timid around you,
but that’s only because you are very intimidating.” She pointed out the
obvious. “Though, I’m getting used to
you now so I’m not scared or uncomfortable around you anymore, especially with
how adorable you look with Alyssa.”
“Well Nico, no offense
intended, but you seem to shy away from the guys. I gather it has to do with whatever happened
between you and Cena.” His brows furrowed together. “Earlier, ya looked shaken up, he wasn’t
botherin’ you again was he?” His green eyes darkened a little bit.
“No, that wasn’t because
of John. You see, my brother works for
the company too, but he doesn’t know I do.
I haven’t seen him since I was ten so he’s not technically my brother
anymore. Our parents divorced when we
were young, but we were close back in the day.” Nicoya sighed resignedly,
solemnly, and raked a hand through her black hair as she walked past him,
sitting on the bed. “I ran into him in
the cafeteria and panicked so I fled.
That’s why I was in such a hurry earlier and that’s why your back is
burned.” She took a deep breath, clasping her hands together in her lap. “As far as being shy from the guys, I am
because after an eight year relationship with John, on and off, how can I
really trust anyone in this company besides a select handful?”
“You can’t.” Mark said softly,
curious about who her brother was, though he knew better then to pry. “I’ll let you get some sleep. You must be runnin’ yerself ragged with
having two rosters to deal with.” He moved towards the door, unsure of what to
say anymore at this moment. “Maybe ya
oughta take a day fer yerself.”
“Nah, I’ll be fine. I enjoy my job, even though the rosters are
joined together now, but it does make it a little easier and more exciting as
far as feuds go and whatnot. And just so
you know, my brother is Steve Williams.” She informed him, standing up from the
bed, and walked over to the window, wrapping her arms around herself, and
stared out the window. “In case you and
Alyssa ever run into him. Just don’t say
anything, please. I don’t want anyone to
know, especially him.” She requested softly, raking a hand through her black
hair, and gripped it a little.
Mark’s jaw almost hit the
floor. So that’s why Alyssa had done
what she did. Frightening Steve off on
purpose. Smart girl. He grinned, thinking she was a devious little
thing. “I won’t say a thing, Nico, don’t
worry.” He assured her, seeing how tense she was. He was very tempted to walk over to her and
start rubbing away with tension, but felt that might be jumping the gun a bit,
deciding he’d just wait and see what happened.
“Get some rest, darlin’. Ten to
one, yer little bundle of energy will run ya ragged tomorrow.” He chuckled
softly. “G’night, Nico.”
“Good night, Mark.” She
softly replied, closing her eyes, and felt the tears slide down her cheeks as
soon as the door clicked shut behind him, sighing heavily. She knew it was coming and wiped them away,
sniffling, and walked over the bed, collapsing on it, and cried herself to
sleep.
Chapter 13
“Mom? Mom?
Mom? Mom? Mom?
Mom? MOM!” Alyssa finally
bellowed, getting mildly tired of having to repeat herself just to get some
attention. “Why are you spacing?” She
demanded, planting her hands on her hips.
“You’ve been in La-La Land all day now!” She groaned, taking the pen out
of Nicoya’s hand. “Break?”
“Good Lord, child, what
do you want?” Nicoya snapped, staring at her daughter with narrowed blue eyes,
and felt like her head was about to explode.
She shook her head and sighed heavily, kissing her forehead, and looked into
her sky blue eyes that reminded her of John.
“What do you want, Alyssa?” She asked more patiently this time.
“Some love and
attention?” Alyssa asked hopefully, moderately bored since she had spent the
entire day playing by herself. “Can’t
you take a break or something?”
“Yeah, come here, kiddo.”
She replied with a smile, lifting her daughter in her arms, and wrapped them
around her waist as she sat perched on her lap.
“How’s this? Is momma giving you
what you want now?” She asked softly, kissing her forehead, and closed her eyes
as she sighed heavily. “I’m sorry I
haven’t been paying attention to you lately, Aly. Vince has really been busting my chops about
these scripts.” She explained, knowing that was no excuse. This was her daughter for Christ sakes!”
Alyssa snuggled against
her mother. This was exactly what she
wanted. Five minutes where she was the
only thing in her mother’s mind. “Why
can’t ol’ Vinnie just hire another person to work with you so you’re not always
busting your chops?” She asked curiously.
“I have no idea.” She
sighed heavily, holding her daughter closer to her, and ran her fingers through
her hair with a smile on her face. It’d
been two months since the rosters were merged together and Nicoya was hard at
work every day, trying to get them done.
She hated it and had asked Vince to hire someone else, but he wouldn’t
budge and instead, increased her pay dramatically. It was too much money to turn down, but at
the same time, Nicoya wondered how much longer she could go on before she
finally dropped. “How bout we go down to
the cafeteria and get something to drink?” She suggested, knowing her daughter
would love that idea.
Nodding, Alyssa smiled
and slipped off of her mother’s lap. She
took her hand and tugged her up, making a great show of her being heavy. “Whew…” Alyssa sighed, wiping off fake sweat
from her forehead. “Mountain Dew?” She
asked, smiling slightly.
“Sure, anything for my
baby girl.” Nicoya responded with a smile, walking out of her office with her
daughter in tow. She was wearing another
one of her skirt suits, but it was pink and brown pinstriped as her brown,
closed toed heels clicked against the arena flooring below. She sighed when she seen how busy it was and
lifted Alyssa up in her arms, smiling as she rubbed her nose against hers. Laughing when Alyssa wrinkled it in response.
Alyssa smiled, fluttering
her eyelashes against her mother’s cheek, giving her butterfly kisses. She shifted comfortably, knowing she was too
big for this kind of thing, but at the same time, she wasn’t about to be
smashed either. “Mom, there’s Mark.” She
waved, grinning when he waved back. “I’m
hungry too.” She announced suddenly.
“How bout we have something fattening?”
“You know what, that
sounds like a great idea, baby girl.” She replied, smiling over at Mark in
acknowledgement, and set Alyssa down when she seen the cafeteria wasn’t that
filled up. She grabbed her hand and
guided her over to the pop machine, grabbing a Sprite for herself and a
Mountain Dew for her daughter. Then,
they went over to the dessert table and each grabbed a chocolate cupcake,
grinning at each other, and sat down with Alyssa in her lap. “Okay, it’s time to swap.” She announced and
smiled as they curled their arms together, taking a bite out of each other’s,
and laughed as they each got frosting on their nose.
Alyssa’s eyes crossed as
she tried to look at the tip of her nose, sticking her tongue out, trying to
get the frosting, giggling. She finally
just swiped her finger and got the frosting, popping it in her mouth. “Mmm…” She snuggled against her mother. “I like this.
I like it when you smile, Mom.”
“What are you talking
about? I smile!” She argued, placing her
hands on her hips, and laughed when Alyssa took the frosting off of her nose,
rubbing it against hers, and kissed her forehead. “You make me smile, Aly. You’re the only one who can do it, baby
girl. Never forget that. Momma is always going to be there for you for
anything you ever need.” She softly spoke to her daughter, taking another bite
out of her cupcake, and never stopped caressing her daughter’s head. Knowing she’d missed her over the past few
weeks.
“I know.” Alyssa replied,
now licking her fingers clean, having totally demolished that cupcake. She smiled, crumpling the wrapping in her
hand, and tossed it at the nearby trash can, sighing exasperatedly when she
missed and shook her head. Muttering,
Alyssa got to her feet and snatched the paper off the floor. This time aiming and getting it. “Yes!” She danced around in a little circle,
grinning at her mother. “Can I have one
more?”
She was too cute for
words as Nicoya just admired her beautiful daughter, nodding in approval. “Yeah, you’ve been an angel these past few
weeks. Go ahead and have another one.”
She replied, folding her hands, and leaned her cheek against them,
sighing.
She knew it was hard for
Alyssa not to be able to spend time with her, which is why Nicoya cherished
these precious moments with her daughter.
She was thinking about John. The man
hadn’t been mean or anything to her lately.
Then her thoughts went to Mark and she felt her entire body tingle all
over. The man was gorgeous, sweet and
treated her daughter like gold. Still,
Nicoya was scared to get into a relationship with another wrestler, but that
still didn’t stop her and Mark from hanging out whenever Alyssa was with them.
Alyssa’s eyes twinkled as
she grabbed three cupcakes secretively, making a detour to hand Mark one. “It’s from Mom.” She said impishly, looking downright
wicked.
Mark arched an eyebrow,
looking down at the cupcake then to Nicoya, trying not to grin. “Is it now?” He questioned with a smile
stretching across his lips.
“Yup.” Alyssa giggled,
skipping off to hand her mother the second cupcake. “Mark says this is for you.”
Nicoya raised an eyebrow
up at her daughter, staring down at the cupcake, which conveniently had a red
shaped heart on the top of it in the white frosting, and smiled. “Is it really?” She asked, eyeing her
daughter suspiciously, and slowly took it as she stared down at it, almost
afraid to touch it. Even though she was
holding it in the palm of her hand. It
made her heart flutter as she eyed the heart and sighed dreamily, leaning her
chin on her hand. Staring at it
thoughtfully. “Thanks, Aly.” She
murmured quietly.
“You’re welcome.” Alyssa
replied innocently, seeing the look on her mother’s face, and smiled
sweetly. She sat down at the table again
on her mother’s lap, resting her head against Nicoya’s. “Mommy, can we go out to dinner tonight?” She
asked softly, not wanting room service again.
“You wanna go out to
dinner?” She asked with a smile and nodded, not able to resist those adorable
blue eyes of her daughter’s, and kissed her forehead gently. “Sure, after mommas done with work. We’ll go wherever you want.” She said,
smiling softly at the cupcake, having set it down on the table, and sighed as
she raked a hand through her long black hair.
What was going on in Mark’s head?
Alyssa kept that sweet
smile on her face, her blue eyes still looking innocent, and totally
adorable. “Maybe you should ask Mark to
go.” She suggested as if it had just struck her. “He looks awfully lonely don’t you think?”
She waved at Mark again, who wasn’t eating his cupcake either. Instead, looking at it then at them then at
the cupcake again.
Nicoya raised a curious
eyebrow up at him, and then stared down at her daughter, then back at the
cupcake. Repeating that around three
times before finally shaking her head.
“If you want him to go, you go ask him.” She finally said, not sure what
to think of the cupcake, and looked like she was afraid to touch it as her
eyebrows furrowed together.
Alyssa didn’t have to be
told twice and flew over to Mark, moving so she was sitting beside him, and greeted
sweetly with her teeth showing, “Hi.”
“Hello again.” Mark
replied, peering down at her with a smile on his face. She was the only person, besides Nicoya, who
could make him do it.
“Would you like to have
dinner with me and my mom?” She asked without preamble. “At an actual restaurant, with real food.”
“Are you trying to sell
me on the idea?” Mark asked, his eyebrow cocking and his smile turning into a
smirk when she nodded. “Does your mom
want me to go or are you just buggin’ her?”
Alyssa flashed that
innocent, adorable smile of hers and replied sweetly, “She wants you to go.”
Nicoya sighed heavily,
staring down at the cupcake again, and couldn’t believe Mark had actually sent
her one. Wasn’t this a little…childish
to do? Even if it was, Nicoya thought it
was positively adorable and couldn’t wipe the smile from her face. Her midnight blue eyes were sparkling. Something they hadn’t done in a long while. She sighed as she finally lifted it up,
twirling it around, studying it thoughtfully.
Mark looked up at Nicoya,
his green eyes twinkling as he took it what she was doing, and asked quietly,
“Is she alright?”
Alyssa followed his gaze
and seen the dreamy look on her mother’s face, grinning to herself. “She’s trying to decide if she wants to lick
the frosting off first.” She told him seriously.
“Is she now?” Mark
replied, mildly curious, and didn’t miss the faraway look that came over
Nicoya’s facial features, making her even more beautiful to him, if that was
possible.
“Yup, so you gonna come?”
Alyssa pushed, nudging his arm, wanting an answer so she could go inform her
mother.
He looked down at his own
cupcake, studying it for a minute before nodding as he replied, “Sure angel,
I’ll go.”
“Great!” Alyssa stated
excitedly, standing on the bench to kiss his cheek before jumping off and
zoomed over to her mother, who was still staring at the cupcake
languorously. “He said he’ll come!”
“Was there ever any
doubt? You know that man will do
anything you want, baby girl.” Nicoya retorted playfully, smiling softly at
her, and actually took a chunk out of the cupcake, licking the frosting off of
her nose. “Here, you take a bite.” She
said, holding it to her daughter, and smirked when Alyssa took a nice chunk out
of it. “You got more frosting on your
nose.” She giggled, wiping it off, and licked her finger clean of it before her
lips. “Mmm this is the best cupcake I’ve
ever had.” She winked down at her daughter before finishing it off and then
threw the wrapper away. “Come on, gotta
get to work if we’re going to get out of here early for dinner with your man.”
She winked down at her daughter teasingly.
Alyssa smiled sweetly,
taking her mother’s hand. “I think he’s
YOUR man.” She said, not loud enough to be overheard though. “How much more work you got tonight?” She
asked, sounding hopeful, praying not that much more so they could get to
dinner.
Nicoya smirked back down
at her daughter and shook her head as she sighed heavily, knowing it would
never happen. “Not much, a few more
scripts. I’ll do the rest tomorrow.” She
responded, walking down the hallway, and passed Mark on the way, smiling down
at her daughter. Once they were back in
her office, Nicoya turned around to face Alyssa and stared down into her
eyes. “Sweetheart, I don’t want you
getting your hopes up about me and Mark alright? We’re just friends, you understand that,
right?” She didn’t want her daughter getting the false impression or anything,
especially with how much time her and Mark had spent together lately, with
Alyssa of course.
“I already knew that,
Mom. You don’t date wrestlers.” Alyssa
said just as seriously, repeating one of Nicoya’s favorite phrases. “I just like having him around. He’s fun and he makes us both laugh.” She replied,
shrugging her shoulders, and headed over to her low table in the corner,
picking up a child sized deck of cards, and started making a castle. Though she had every intention of rectifying
that little rule about the dating wrestlers.
Not that her mother needed to know that little factor. “You think way too much, Mommy.”
“You’re right, I do.”
Nicoya agreed with a smile, shaking her head, and walked over, sitting behind
her desk. She finished the scripts in
record time, actually feeling thrilled about Mark joining them for dinner, and
grinned when she finally finished.
“Ready to go, pumpkin?” She asked, slipping the rest of the papers in
her briefcase and stood up from her chair, packing up the rest of her things
quicker than normal.
“Yup.” Alyssa was packing
up her toys. She slung her backpack over
her shoulders, looking at her mother critically before shrugging. “Let’s go get Marky.” She said, tugging on
the hem of Nicoya’s skirt.
“Marky huh? I guess that’s better than Undie.” She
giggled, taking her daughter’s hand that was tugging on the hem of her skirt,
and walked out of her office. She had
her black bag swung over her shoulder while Alyssa had her backpack that had
Garfield on it. She smirked and shook
her head before arriving outside of Mark’s dressing room a few minutes later
and stepped back. “Go ahead and get
him.” She said, leaning against the wall.
Alyssa shook her head and
knocked on the door, frowning suddenly.
“I got to pee!” She yelped, darting across the hallway and into the
bathroom, grinning devilishly to herself.
Mark opened the door,
revealing he was just in a pair of tight black jeans that looked like a second
skin on him, fresh out of the shower, a towel around his neck. “Hey darlin’, ya done already?” He greeted,
looking at Nicoya with a smile.
Nicoya had to learn how
to breathe again at the sight of Mark.
Seeing little water droplets sliding down his chest, and cleared her
throat before looking down the hallway where her daughter just darted off too, raising
an eyebrow. “Yeah, Aly had to use the
bathroom, I guess.” She sounded confused and started to chuckle softly. “The kid never did know when to release her
bladder until the absolute last minute.” She started laughing softly and
crossed her arms in front of her chest.
Mark shook his head,
chuckling softly with her. “Give me a
second, Nico.” He said, stepping back into the room, the door halfway closing
behind him. He pulled out a white button
up shirt from his bag and slowly slipped it on.
Alyssa strolled out of
the bathroom, walking over to join her mother, and peeked into Mark’s room
through the gap. “Mom, are you watching
him dress?” She whispered, her blue eyes gleaming wickedly.
“No, I am not. He left the door cracked open.” She informed her
daughter calmly, though she wished she would’ve watched him dress, and
immediately shook herself mentally. This
man was a co-worker and had become a good friend of her. Nothing more.
She raked a hand through her black hair and turned away fully from the
door. “Is this better, Alyssa?” She
asked patiently, sighing exasperatedly at her daughter.
Alyssa started giggling,
looking first at her mother and then behind her as she greeted sweetly, “Hiya
Marky.”
“Hey angel.” Mark sounded
amused, his shirt buttoned up, leaving the top three open to leave just the
slightest bit of chest. His hair was
brushed back and his black duffel bag was slung over his broad shoulder. “Nico, what’re ya doin’? That wall interestin’?” He asked, not able to
keep the hilarity out of his tone of voice.
“Proving a point to my
daughter, Mark.” She responded swiftly before turning around to face him, a
cool smile on her face, and tossed her bag over her own shoulder again. “We better feed this little tyrant before she
goes hungry.” She joked, grabbing Alyssa’s hand, and guided her down the
hallway, Mark grabbing her other tiny hand when she reached for it, and that
made Nicoya smile. “Which car are we
taking?”
“Um…probably yours. I’m riding my motorcycle and didn’t bother gettin’
a rental.” Mark replied, grinning when Alyssa going on about motorcycles. “Unless you’d rather I follow ya?”
“No, ride with us!”
Alyssa said brightly, her teeth showing, her eyes sparkling. “Mom doesn’t mind, do you Mom?” Mark just
shook his head, laughter clearly in his emerald green eyes.
“If it makes you happy,
baby girl then I don’t mind.” Nicoya replied softly, shaking her head, her
heels clicking against the gravel once they were outside. Nicoya instantly peeled off her cardigan,
wearing a midnight blue tank top that was silky underneath, and shook her hair
out a little from having it up in chopsticks all day. “Wow, it’s a nice night out here.” She
commented, smiling down at her daughter, and lead her toward the car, knowing
Mark would follow. “Just put your bags
in the back, Mark. We’ll get your
motorcycle when dinner is finished if you want.”
Mark shrugged, placing
his bag in the back when she unlocked the car.
“Don’t worry 'bout it, I’ll just have it dropped off at the hotel or
somethin’. This way, ya ain’t gotta go
outta yer way, Nico. “He said, winking down at Alyssa when she started
giggling. He bent down and picked her
up, tossing her into the air before catching her again. “And just what is so funny?”
“You do know this car is small
right?” She pointed out the obvious, that impish smile on her face even though
she looked like an innocent angel.
Smirking wickedly back at
her daughter, Nicoya shook her head and slid in the driver’s side, unlocking
all the doors, and allowed them to fight over the front seat. She turned on Breaking Benjamin, one of her
favorite bands, and turned it on her favorite song before cranking it. She tapped her fingers against the wheel and
started moving her head back and forth to the beat before turning the ignition
on. Mark finally planted Alyssa up front
before taking the back, having to sit sideways just so he’d fit, hunching
down. “Aly, stop that gigglin’.” He
growled playfully.
“I can’t help it! You’re all scrunched up!” She laughed,
fastening her seatbelt. “You look like
one of those clowns in a teeny tiny car at the circus!” Mark busted out
laughing at the visual he got in his mind, agreeing fully with her.
Nicoya busted out
laughing along with Mark, that visual going through her mind, and looked over
at her daughter. “Sweetheart, let Mark
have the front seat. He’s too big back
there and if Mommy gets pulled over, she could get in a LOT of trouble.” She
smiled when her daughter more than complied, shaking her head, and watched as
Mark slid in the passenger seat.
“Underneath you can push the seat…” She jumped when he did it and put
her song on repeat. “Back.”
Mark grinned over at her,
looking still a little cramped, but much more comfortable, snorting when Alyssa
started calling him Bozo. “Girl, soon as
we’re outta this car, I’m gonna get ya.” He threatened playfully, knowing it
wouldn’t scare the little girl. Alyssa
was fearless.
Alyssa settled back as
the car took off. “Ooooohhhh I’m soooooo
scared, Undie!” She put her hands on her cheeks, mocking him. Again, the little eight year old girl was
fearless and wasn’t scared of hardly anything.
Chapter 14
Nicoya laughed as she
pulled out of the parking lot, going at a consistent speed, not wanting to
scare her daughter. She smiled at her in
the rearview mirror before turning her song on again and smirked over at Mark,
who didn’t look comfortable at all. It
got worse when the girls started singing it together, loving how musical her
daughter was, and laughed when Mark groaned.
Breaking Benjamin wasn’t exactly one of his all-time favorite
bands. That much Nicoya knew, but she
couldn’t help it. She loved them and,
more importantly, the song that kept repeating.
Mark suffered
good-naturedly, actually enjoying listening to Nicoya and Alyssa singing. He couldn’t deny he was relieved though when
they finally pulled into the restaurant parking lot, being cramped and song on
repeat slightly drove him batty. Once Alyssa
was out of the car, he scooped her up and tossed her over his shoulder. “Now, what was that?” He asked, smirking
wickedly as he held her tightly.
“BOZO!”
“We need to get him a big
red nose to put on.” Nicoya piped in and smirked when Mark growled at her,
raising an eyebrow, her midnight blue eyes filled with amusement. “You don’t scare me, Bozo wannabe, try
again.” She laughed when her daughter started cracking up, and walked inside
the restaurant, getting them a booth with non-smoking since none of them were
smokers.
“Mark, why don’t you ever
snatch Mom up like you do me when she teases you?” Alyssa asked curiously once
they were settled in.
Mark almost choked on the
water he was sipping, using a napkin to dab his lips, staring at her for a
minute before glancing at Nicoya. “I
don’t think yer momma would appreciate me tossin’ her around like a rag doll.”
He finally said, having to get his thoughts in order.
”She might, it’s fun.”
Alyssa remarked sweetly and sucked down half of her water.
It was Nicoya’s turn to
cough on her own water, clearing her throat, and shook her head. “No, I wouldn’t actually, Alyssa.” She stated
after catching her breath and shook her head at her daughter before looking
over her menu, trying to decide what she wanted.
“I think Mom needs to
have her head checked.” Alyssa said, giggling softly. “She only works. She doesn’t play.”
“She has an important
job, angel.” Mark argued gently, patting Alyssa’s hand with a small smile on
his face.
“Yeah, but still…even she
needs some fun!” Alyssa insisted, crossing her arms in front of her chest,
refusing to lose this argument battle.
Mark met Nicoya’s gaze
for a minute before his lips curled into a slight smile. “She does have a point, darlin’. You do work awfully hard.” He finally pointed
out, giving Alyssa the benefit of the doubt, and took another sip of his water.
“Yeah well, when you have
as many wrestlers and Divas scripts to write as I do, you don’t really have
enough time in the day to have fun.” Nicoya argued promptly, taking a long swig
of her water, and raked a hand through her hair, raising an eyebrow up at her
daughter. Already having a feeling she
knew what she was trying to pull. “The
only person I have fun with is you, sweetheart.
You know that.” She winked at her before going back to her menu,
studying it thoughtfully, pursing her lips together.
“See? Told you yesterday she was boring.” Alyssa
said, sounding slightly bothered.
“Borin’ and busy are two
different things, Aly.” Mark said slowly, flashing the waitress a grin when she
reappeared. He chuckled softly when
Alyssa ordered for herself as well as him, nodding his head when the waitress
arched a questioning eyebrow at him.
Alyssa frowned when she
seen the server paying Mark WAY too much attention and decided to end it. “Mommy, you ready to order?” She asked
loudly, smiling sweetly when the waitress jumped at the tone of her voice.
“Sorry, spaced out
there.” She smiled sweetly up at the waitress, who was staring dreamily at
Mark, and handed her the menus. “I’ll have
an order of the chicken strips, extra honey mustard sauce.” She ordered sweetly
and watched as the waitress reluctantly left the table, smirking evilly at back
Mark. “Looks like you have an admirer,
Mark. Perhaps a nun?” She joked, that
evil smirk never leaving her lips.
Mark’s eyes half closed,
a wicked smirk of his own on his sensual lips.
“It’s not nuns I’m interested in, darlin’.” He replied in a low drawl,
winking at her before turning his attention to Alyssa, who was doodling with
her fingertip on the table.
“Can I ask?” She
wondered, raising her head, curiosity burning in her blue eyes, still wondering
about that whole nun thing from way back when.
“No sweetheart, I told
you, you’ll learn about it when you’re much older.” Nicoya shook her head as
she leaned on her hand, staring over at her daughter, not DARING to look over
at Mark. That sensual smirk he gave her
was already making her wetter than the Atlantic Ocean and she was wearing a
skirt!
Alyssa sighed
dramatically, expecting nothing less from her mother. “How old are we talking about here?” She
demanded, wanting to know about the nun thing now.
Mark chuckled softly,
stretching his long legs, accidentally grazing Nicoya’s beneath the table. “Sorry.” He apologized, promptly pulling them
back before focusing on Alyssa.
“Impatient mite, aren’t ya?” He smirked when she nodded her head
emphatically and moved his gaze back to her breathtaking mother.
“An adult.” Nicoya stated
finally, shaking her head back at her daughter, and stared down at her glass of
water. She felt a shiver shoot up her
spine when his leg brushed against hers and knew this was going to be extremely
hard to deal with. She breathed a sigh
of relief when their food arrived, smirking when the waitress purposely leaned
forward to give Mark a clear view of her cleavage, and started eating her
food. As long as the bitch’s breasts
weren’t in her daughter’s view, that’s all she cared about. Mark wasn’t hers so she couldn’t say a
word. “Eat up, Aly.”
Mark groaned when the waitress
lingered to ask if he wanted anything else, but put a sexual spin on the
words. “No thanks, I’m good with what’s
right here.” He said pointedly, smirking when her eyes moved onto Nicoya
speculatively. His eyes narrowed when
the waitress flounced off, snorting.
“I don’t think she likes
you anymore, Mark.” Alyssa commented, arranging her food on her plate the way
she liked it. Everything separated. “I don’t think she’s a nun either.”
Nicoya actually choked on
her water that time, coughing and sputtering incoherently, not believing what
Alyssa just said. She snorted and tried
hard not to laugh, but it wasn’t happening as she laughed full heartedly,
placing her hand over her heart, and shook her head. “Oh wow, this is definitely an interesting dinner.”
She commented, wiping a tear from her eye from laughing so hard. Something she hadn’t done in quite a while.
Mark was busy laughing at
the moment, tears in his eyes as well.
He wiped them away, staring at Alyssa.
“Yer the most funniest, cutest thing.” He murmured, laughing again when
she just smiled innocently.
“What? It’s true!” Alyssa exclaimed, busy eating her
food, wondering if Mark and her mother had truly lost their minds. “Besides, she’s kinda fat in the butt. Do nuns have fat butts?” Mark had to bury his
face in his arms on the table to keep from bellowing out in laughter.
“Alyssa Marie!” Nicoya
tried scolding her daughter, but it wasn’t happening. There was too much amusement in her voice as
she laughed harder, not believing her daughter.
She snorted when the waitress came back, looking mildly annoyed while
they tried desperately to keep their laughter in.
“Ma’am?” Alyssa asked
sweetly when the waitress grudgingly asked if they would like to order a dessert
for after their dinner. “What do you
have that’s fattening?”
Mark was going red from
trying not to laugh, biting on his tongue hard.
“Lookin’ to get a big…butt?” He asked, not able to resist, and turned
even redder to keep from laughing out.
Alyssa smiled at him,
looking positively adorable, and replied, “I thought only nuns had big butts.”
He slumped sideways in the booth, his shoulders shaking violently, but didn’t
laugh out loud.
Nicoya’s jaw dropped at
the two, covering her mouth, and felt her entire face go red, trying really
hard not to laugh, and cleared her throat as she managed to get out, “No
dessert, check please.” As soon as the waitress walked away, Nicoya keeled over
in the booth, laughing her ass off, tears streaming down her cheeks. Not believing the antics of Mark and her
daughter.
“Should we leave her a
tip?” Alyssa asked, watching the two adults.
“I got a tip for her.”
Mark snorted in response.
“What?” Alyssa
questioned, raising an eyebrow up at Mark, curiosity burning in her blue eyes
again.
“Don’t play in movin’
traffic.”
Alyssa was quiet for a
minute, figuring that one out on her own before grinning, shrieking out with
laughter. “Can we write that down,
momma?” She asked, then clammed up when the waitress came back with the check.
“You have such a cute
kid.” She said flatly to Mark, no amusement in her voice or kindness for that
matter.
“I know, she’s the
spittin’ image of her momma. Simply
beautiful.” He replied cheerfully, not missing a beat. “Wouldn’t you agree?” Alyssa now officially
had to duck under the table to laugh.
Nicoya shook her head,
looking up at the waitress and took the check from her, leaving her the money
with a three dollar tip, and slid out of the booth smirking. “Yes, I do have a beautiful child. Thanks for the compliment, nun.” She snorted
before walking away, causing Alyssa to laugh even harder, and lifted her up as
she spun her around before venturing outside.
“I love you so much, baby girl.
You are too damned cute for your own good!” She was still laughing.
“I can be.” Alyssa
agreed, dispensing with the modesty.
There wasn’t a modest bone in this girl’s body.
Mark had to lean against
the car, bending down to place his hands on his knees. “Damn, I almost feel bad for that woman.”
“Almost, right?” Alyssa
questioned promptly, peering over her mother’s shoulder at him.
“Yeah, ALMOST.” Mark
clarified, emphasizing that word almost clearly.
Nicoya smirked back at
Mark, finally stopping the laughing, and placed her daughter in the backseat
before closing the door. “By the way,
thanks for the cupcake earlier, schnookums.” She smirked again and slid inside
the driver’s seat, not giving him time to respond, and turned The Red Jumpsuit
Apparatus on, cranking it, and waited for him to get in.
Mark arched an eyebrow,
wondering if she just called him schnookums, shivering at the very thought
before shaking his head. Alyssa. He smirked and slipped into the car, leaning
over so his mouth was right next to Nicoya’s ear and said, “Not a problem,
sugar.” Alyssa watched as Mark fastened himself in, curious now about what was
going on. Though, she just shrugged,
beginning to get tired and rested her head back against the seat, closing her
eyes.
The ride to the hotel was
made in silence, both adults in their own little worlds, and Alyssa had fallen
asleep in the backseat. Once she pulled
into the parking lot, Nicoya got out, carrying her bag with her, and pulled her
daughter into her arms. She groaned, not
believing how heavy she was getting, but she didn’t have the heart to wake her
as she managed to close the door shut.
She smiled when Mark took her daughter from her arms and nodded her
approval, not able to handle her daughter’s weight, and lead them up the back
way of the hotel. So Mark couldn’t be
recognized by local ring rats and fans that were lurking out in the hotel
lobby. Once inside her room, Nicoya
pointed to Alyssa’s bedroom, kicking off her heels, and set her bag down before
walking inside. She leaned against the
doorway as she watched Mark tuck Alyssa into bed. It made her heart soar to watch it and leaned
her head against the doorframe thoughtfully.
Mark smiled, gently
brushing Alyssa’s hair back from her face, his heart filling with love when she
smiled and murmured something in her sleep.
“Night angel.” He murmured, leaning down to kiss the top of her head
before slowly standing up and turned around, halting when he seen Nicoya. He studied her, taking in the expression on
her face before walking over to her. He
reached out to gently rest his hand on her shoulder, staring down at her for a
second longer before brushing past her.
“Night sweetheart.” She
whispered softly, closing the door, leaving it open a crack and then walked
over to the bed, sitting down on it, and peeled off her thigh high nylons
before throwing them in her bag. She
seen Mark was staring out the window in deep thought, knowing he was probably
wondering what was going on between them.
In truth, she knew what it was and was scared to let it happen because
of what John did to her. She knew that
cupcake was her daughter trying to get them together and wondered if Mark
knew. She smiled at the thought and stood
up, getting herself a glass of wine, something she did only on occasion when
she needed to relax. “If you want a
drink, the liquor is over here, Mark.” She said softly, sitting back down on
the bed, and took a sip of her wine.
Mark turned around,
looking at her before nodding, walking over to pour himself a shot of
whiskey. Something told him this
probably wasn’t a very prudent idea and promised himself he’d only have
one. He smirked, leaning back against
the bar, recalling dinner and shook his head, beginning to chuckle again. “Some night huh?”
“Leave it to my daughter
to make the night interesting.” She laughed softly, finishing off her first
glass of wine and walked over, pouring herself another before brushing past
him. She lay down on the bed, leaning
further back against the headboard, curling her feet beneath her butt, and
studied him thoughtfully. “She means a
lot to you don’t she?” It wasn’t a question.
Mark nodded, settling
himself down on the stool, planting one foot on a rung and the other on the
floor, shooting down his shot. “Yeah,
she does.” He said honestly, meeting her midnight blue eyes.
“I don’t have a problem
with it, Mark.” She softly assured him with a smile, her eyes telling him she
meant it, and swirled her wine around in her glass with her finger. “Sometimes I feel guilty for not telling her about
who her father is, but know the moment I do, he’s going to turn around and
break her heart. I don’t want my
daughter’s heart broken, not like mine was.” She softly explained, taking a sip
of her wine, and sighed heavily as she closed her eyes. “I don’t regret having her, but I do regret
having her with him, if that makes any sense.
I wouldn’t trade her in for anything in the world, but if I could do it
all over again, I would’ve had her with someone else who actually loved and
respected us.” This wasn’t the alcohol talking either. This was Nicoya talking, spilling out her
feelings to this man who had become a really great friend to her and Alyssa
over the past two months.
Mark listened to her,
understanding her perfectly, her words making sense to him. “It’s not somethin’ ya can change, Nico, no
point in regrettin’ it, darlin’.” He said softly. “Life’s just too damned short for
regrettin’. And one day, Alyssa is goin’
to find out all about him and she’ll make the choice whether or not she wants
to know him, it’s her right. You’ll just
have to be there to pick up the pieces if he does hurt her.” Mark’s green eyes
clouded over suddenly. If John DID hurt
his little angel, he was going to rip the son of a bitch’s head off.
“That’s not going to happen,
Mark.” Nicoya stated emphatically, standing up from the bed, and wrapped her
arms around herself, walking over to stare out the window, and dropped her head
forward. “I’m not telling her about him
ever. I don’t want to chance him trying
to use her as leverage against me.
That’s the type of person John is.
He’ll take one look at her and then at me and instantly find a way to
take her from me, just to hurt me.” Tears began running down her face as she
shook her head back and forth. “He’s
never going to find out; I don’t care if it’s her right or not. It’s my job to protect her as her mother.”
Chapter 15
“Nico, why-” Mark moved
so he was standing behind her, reaching out to stop her from shaking. He gently turned her around and stared down
into her eyes, his own crinkling with pain when he seen her tears. “Why would he do that to you, darlin’? What happened to make you worry so much?”
Nicoya sniffled a little,
placing her hands on her hips, and laughed bitterly. “He used to hit me a lot, threatened to hurt
me if I didn’t do what he said, which I didn’t so I got my ass beat. Eight years is a long time to deal with that
kind of abuse, especially after I had his child. I kept going back to him because I was stupid
and naïve and thought he actually gave two fucks about me. Imagine my surprise when ten months ago, I
found him fucking Torrie Wilson in his dressing room with her bent over, spread
eagle on his couch.” Nicoya felt sick to her stomach as she pressed a hand to
it, taking a deep breath. “That was the
last time he was going to break my heart, which is why I immediately
transferred over here from RAW.”
Mark inhaled sharply, his
eyes now shooting emerald green fire.
“He hit you?” He said in a low rumble, remembering the time Alyssa had come
to get him when John was in Nicoya’s office, eyes narrowing. “If he comes near you ever again, let me
know…” He muttered, not about to watch that cocksucker do anything to either
Nicoya or Alyssa.
“That’s why it was a
really good thing my daughter went to get you when she did and you showed up
when you did. I have no doubt in my mind
he wouldn’t hit me had you not showed up when you did.” Nicoya sniffled as more
tears fell down her cheeks and walked away from him, needing another
refill. She filled her glass to the rim
before taking a long swig of it before turning around to face him. “I wasn’t about to bring Alyssa into that
kind of relationship, especially with how short John’s temper is. He would’ve hit her too had he known about
her and used her against me as leverage every fucking chance he got his hands
on, Mark. I always gave him six months
every time we were together to get his act together and then I was going to
tell him about her, but it never made it past three.
Mark couldn’t honestly
blame Nicoya for the choice she’d made regarding John and Alyssa. “You did what you thought was right, he don’t
deserve to know her. He didn’t deserve
you.” He said gently, meaning that with everything in him. He walked over to her, holding out a bandana,
reaching out to gently wipe away her tears when she didn’t move to take it.
“You’re the first man
I’ve ever talked with about this.” She admitted quietly, allowing him to wipe
her tears away, and stared at him as they kept falling. She cried every night whenever Alyssa went to
bed. A release of her pain and sorrow,
heartbreak and all of her emotions. She
was used to this by now and sighed heavily, taking another long swig of her
wine before walking away from him. “I’m
sorry; I didn’t mean to…dump that all on you.
I know you have your own problems to deal with and everything.” Her
voice was low and quiet as she set her wine glass down, not able to hold it
anymore since she was trembling so hard.
Mark shook his head,
watching her, guessing now would be the time she put that wall back up between
them. “My problems are tryin’ to decide
if I want to wear blue jeans or black jeans in the mornin’, darlin’.” He
replied softly, letting her know she wasn’t bothering him. “I’m always willing to lend an ear if ya need
someone to talk too, Nico.”
She slowly turned around
and finally broke completely down, covering her face with her hands, and
managed to walk over into his arms, burying her face in his chest. She needed comfort. She needed a hug. She needed someone to listen to her. To see her side. To tell her that she was doing the right
thing. She had a feeling Mark could do
all of that for her and wrapped her arms around his waist, hoping he didn’t
push her away. She was desperate to feel
something, anything besides the same fear and sadness she had for the past
eight years.
Mark wrapped his arms
around her, holding her tightly against him, and rested his head on top of
hers, letting her cry on him. He rubbed
her back in slow, soothing circles, murmuring softly in her ear. He stroked her hair with one hand. Doing his best to let her know it was
alright. That she was doing the right
thing. That she was doing the best
anyone ever could in this kind of situation.
After crying for a good
hour straight, just standing there, allowing him to comfort her, Nicoya finally
pulled away from him and sighed heavily.
“Sorry.” She whispered, raking a hand through her black hair and sat
down on the bed, dropping her head forward.
She hadn’t meant to breakdown like that, but after everything she just
told him. After experiencing it all
again verbally, Nicoya couldn’t handle it and needed to feel some kind of
comfort.
“Why’re ya sorry,
darlin’?” Mark asked gently, not bothered in the least, even if he had lost
feelings in his toes. “Don’t apologize,
Nico, not to me.” She needed to cry and be comforted and he suddenly felt the
need to hold her. Comfort her. Protect her if he could. None of it was making sense at the moment to
Mark. He’d been trying for a while now
to sort through his own thoughts when it came to Nicoya and every time he
reached a conclusion, he wound up back at the beginning. Rethinking it all over again. He sighed inwardly, thoughts were getting him
nowhere. Just acting on impulse, holding
her, that had felt right to him.
“I didn’t mean to soak
your shirt.” She sniffled out, speaking softly, her voice hoarse from crying
and sighed heavily as she rubbed her arms with her hands. “Thank you for…giving me the comfort I needed
to feel, Mark. Makes me know that I’ve
made the right decision when it comes to Alyssa and that situation with her
sperm donor.” She sighed heavily and stood up, raking a hand through her
hair. “Do you mind if I go change really
fast? This skirt is driving me bonkers.”
She cracked a small smile at him.
Mark arched an eyebrow,
having had every intention of leaving so she could sleep or whatever she did at
night. Now THERE was an interesting
thought. “Course not, darlin’, do whatever
ya want.” He murmured, taking in the skirt she wore. It looked good on her, but it did look
uncomfortable at the same time.
“Thanks, I’ll be out in a
few minutes.” She whispered softly, running her hand across his cheek gently
before grabbing a nightgown out of her bag, and walked inside. She peeled out of her clothes and then
slipped on the emerald green gown that went to her knees and it was spaghetti
strapped and silky. She splashed some
cold water on her face to get rid of the redness of her eyes and then patted
her face dry with a towel before finally walking out. “Much better.” She purred in contentment,
shaking her head a little to move her hair from her back. “I always hate wearing those suits.”
Mark had to clear his
throat and look elsewhere when she came out.
Emerald green with her blue eyes and black hair, simply stunning in his
eyes. Of course there was factoring in
her gorgeous, curvy body. He mentally
slapped himself. ‘Quit thinkin’ like
that, man!’ He scolded himself, wondering when his mind started running away
with him. “Why don’t ya just wear jeans
then, darlin’?” He asked, needing to distract himself.
“You know Vince’s new
policy, Mark. Oh wait, it doesn’t apply
to you.” She playfully glared at him and walked over, sitting down on the bed
on her needs, and crossed her arms in front of her chest. “Lucky fucker.” She muttered, though the
amusement clearly shone in her midnight blue eyes.
“And just what-” Mark
replied, sinking down onto the couch and staring at her, amusement in his own
green orbs. “Is Vince gonna do? Fire ya?” He snorted at the thought, knowing
it would never happen. “Please woman,
you could get away with comin’ to work in sweat pants and a t-shirt and he
wouldn’t bat an eyelash.”
“Actually, yes he
would. That one time I wore jeans at the
arena, Stephanie had to write me up a warning.
She had no choice.” She sighed heavily and rolled her eyes, shaking her
head. “Besides you and John, the rest of
us are being forced to dress up for work professionally, which sucks since I’m
more of a jeans and t-shirts kinda gal, but I’ll deal with it.”
Mark rolled his
eyes. “Vince tried ONCE to impose an
uh…dress code on me. I changed his mind
right quick.” He smiled slightly, a wicked glean in his eyes. “Maybe ya oughta try tossin’ yer weight
around, Nico. Who else is he goin’ to
find to replace you?”
“I’m not that type of
person, Mark. I don’t purposely like to
cause trouble.” She smirked knowingly back at him and crossed her arms in front
of her chest, raising an amused eyebrow and cracked her neck, groaning.
“Sore?” Mark asked,
moving over to sit behind her when she nodded.
He gently placed his hands on her shoulders, rubbing firmly, but
tenderly before working his fingers up her neck, feeling how tense she was. “Nothin’ wrong with raisin’ a little Hell
every now and then, Nico.” He murmured thoughtfully and quietly.
“Yeah, but I just roll
with the punches.” She murmured softly in return, her eyes drifting close, and
completely melted into his strong hand.
She loved the feeling of his hands on her body and wondered what they
would feel like touching her in more…intimidate places. She sighed out when he hit a spot and let a
soft moan escape her lips, scooting further back against him. “Right there…don’t stop please…” She
whispered out breathlessly, moving her hair over her shoulder so he could have
better access. She hadn’t had a massage
in quite some time so this was feeling intensely great. Mark smiled, working on that one spot,
feeling her silky skin under his fingertips, feeling the tension melting
away. The smile broadened on his face
for a just a second before his eyes started to darken to a forest green
color. Wondering just how silky other
parts of her would be to the touch.
“Ever consider being a part-time masseuse?” She wondered aloud through
her moans of satisfaction, not believing how strong his hands were, yet they
were gentle at the same time. She sighed
in contentment, her head dropping even lower, her hair pooling over with her
movements and groaned when he hit another sore spot. “Damn…”
“Hmmm…No, I like working
with my hands, but I don’t think that’d be the job fer me, darlin’.” Mark
replied, sounding amused. “I’m not that
big of a person people.” He could just imagine it, someone would be gabbing
while he was rubbing them down and he’d wind up dropping an elbow on their
back.
“Not a people person,
eh? Then what do you call spending time
with my daughter?” She retorted softly, pulling away from him reluctantly,
though she didn’t want too and turned around to stare at him. Her midnight blue eyes peered into his,
searching his soul, wanting to find out what was going through his mind.
“Yer daughter ain’t
people, she’s a person.” Mark countered, meeting her eyes. “That and she’s entertainin’, funny, and a
sweet little bundle of energy. I like
kids.” He shrugged absentmindedly. “Just
don’t get on well with many adults.
Present company excluded darlin’.”
“Interesting…” She said
thoughtfully, tapping her chin, and sighed as she shrugged her shoulders. “Well, I’m not sure what kind of company I’ve
been tonight, but you’ve certainly helped me out a lot. Thanks Mark.” She touched his arm, meaning
what she said. Her eyes shining with
appreciation.
“You’ve been good company.”
Mark replied, catching her hand in his, squeezing gently. “I only hope I haven’t bored the socks off of
ya.” He looked at her feet.
“Figuratively speakin’ of course.”
Nicoya giggled softly,
keeping it low so she didn’t wake Alyssa, and squeezed his hand back, biting
her bottom lip. “Nope, you’ve been great
company tonight, Mark. Now I understand
why my daughter likes you so much.
You’re not that bad after all.” She winked at him before patting his leg
and stood up to get her glass of wine, taking another sip of it before dumping
it in the sink.
Mark stared at her,
quickly getting off the bed and following her, leaning in the kitchen way,
blocking her path. “Not that bad after
all huh, darlin’?” He repeated with a grin on his face. “That almost sounded like an insult.”
“It wasn’t meant to be an
insult. I just meant that you’re not as
bad as I thought you were.” She replied with a smirk on her face, placing her
hands on her hips, and tilted her head to the side. “Just like sending me that cupcake. What was that supposed to indicate exactly?”
She asked amusedly, already knowing what her precious daughter did tonight.
Mark folded his arms over
his chest, well aware that was Alyssa.
She’d done the same thing to him.
“Hmmm…I don’t know, darlin’ because I find you sweet and wanted to
share?” He drawled teasingly, though he was partially serious in saying that.
Nicoya’s eyes rose in
curiosity, a shiver flowing down her spine at the sound of his drawled voice,
but mentally shook herself quickly.
“Hmmm well I’m not all that sweet, but thanks for sharing.” She winked
at him, brushing past him, and ran her fingers through her long black hair, her
emerald green nightgown clinging to her every curve.
Mark did a full body
shiver when she brushed against him, more than tempted to snatch her back and
kiss her until she was reeling. But then
again, she might co-cock him; send him packing from her and Alyssa’s
lives. As tempting as kissing her was,
he wasn’t about to risk anything…just yet.
“Mmm…now I’m in the mood fer somethin’ sweet.” He muttered, adding
creamy mentally.
“I’m sure there’s a donut
shop nearby or you could even order from room service, Mark.” Nicoya prompted,
smirking back at him, and leaned back against the headboard. Her knee drawn up as she squished her toes
into the comforter while her other leg lay prone on the bedding beneath. “If you’re in the mood for something sweet.”
Mark returned the smirk,
his green eyes taking in the way she was sitting. “You have very nice legs.” He said in a
casual voice.
“Thanks…” She hesitantly
replied, not sure how to take that, but smiled anyway before reaching over for
the remote, flipping the TV on, and switched legs. They were tanned, smooth and creamy, looking
soft to the touch under the dimmed lighting in the room. “The menu is over there.” She pointed to the
nightstand drawer with that smirk still on her lips.
Mark shook his head,
raking a hand through his hair. “I’ll
pass, darlin’.” He murmured in response.
It wasn’t food he was craving at the moment and something told him the
wench knew it. “Tell the munchkin good
mornin’ fer me when she wakes up.” He headed for the door, grabbing the knob
and glanced back at her. “Sleep well,
darlin’.” His voice was low and husky, sending tremors throughout her body.
Nicoya shivered as she
smiled over at him and stood up from the bed, walking over, and wrapped her
arms around his neck, hugging him tightly and kissed his cheek. “You too, Mark.” She murmured softly, tapping
his nose, and winked at him before walking back over to the bed and laid down
on it on her side, snuggling into the pillow.
“I’ll tell Alyssa what you said.”
Mark groaned inwardly,
not believing she could be so damned cruel, though at the same time, it was
amusing. He smirked at her, his green
eyes shining wickedly and blatantly looked her over before meeting her eyes
again. “Sweet dreams, Nico.” He drawled
with the sensual smirk still firmly in place before walking out.
Two could play that game.
Chapter 16
Alyssa skipped down the
hallway, on her way to Mark’s room to inform him he was dealing wither since
her mother had gotten swamped with scripts.
She shrieked when she was knocked into a wall, a blur of hair passing her
by. “Ow!” She whimpered, having lightly
cracked her head and reached up to rub it.
Her blue eyes widened when she was picked up and set on a table on her
feet as another charge came flying by.
“Thanks-” Alyssa hesitated, seeing who it was.
John stared down at
Nicoya’s daughter, meeting her eyes.
“Not a problem, kid.” He said, smiling slightly thought he more he
stared, the more the smile sort of faded from his lips.
Alyssa shifted
uncomfortably under John’s intense gaze.
“Um, I think it’s safe for me to go now, sir.” She said, sounding a bit
apprehensive.
John blinked, coming out
of whatever thoughts he lost himself in and nodded, his eyes once again meeting
hers before raking her face. “Here you
go.” He set her down on the floor slowly.
John watched as she practically flew down the hallway, disappearing into
Mark’s dressing room before turning around, squaring his shoulders and heading
off to have a little chat with his ex-girlfriend.
Nicoya sighed heavily,
raking a hand through her hair, and wanted to rip it out of her skull. Vince had doubled er work load this week, due
to him signing new talent, and felt herself wanting to walk out at that
moment. She was so busy that she’d
basically told her daughter to go down to Mark’s dressing room so she could
finish her work. She promised Alyssa
they would spend time together later on at the hotel. Though, she hoped she could stay awake long
enough to spend any half decent enough time with her daughter.
Sighing heavily when she
heard a knock on her office door and wasn’t surprised when she seen John walk
in. She seen the angry look in his eyes
and instantly rose out of her chair, raising an eyebrow in his direction, and
crossed her arms in front of her chest. “Judging
by your body posture, I can already tell this isn’t going to be a social
call. What do you want, Cena?” She
demanded, cutting to the chase.
John was behind the desk,
grabbing her arms, pinning her roughly to the wall in seconds, moving faster
than a man his size had the right too.
John blocked her legs so she couldn’t kick him, his blue eyes spitting
fire. “You kept my own daughter from
me.” He stated coldly. “FOR ALL THESE
YEARS YOU FUCKING KEPT HER HIDDEN FROM ME, COYA!”
“What the fuck are you
talking about, you lunatic?!?” Nicoya cried out back at him, fear entering her
midnight blue eyes, and groaned when he tightened his grip on her upper arms,
tears pooling in her orbs. “Alyssa is
not yours!! I told you, I had a fucking
fling back then!! She’s not yours, she
has no blood yours inside of her, you fucking asshole!! NOW LET ME GO!”
“Bullshit, Coya!” John
snapped, shaking her so hard, her teeth began to rattle. “I just SEEN her, and got a really good
look. Alyssa’s mine and you fucking
didn’t tell me!” He looked like he was about to slap her at any second.
“No, she’s not!! She’s MINE!
You hear me, you motherfucker?
She’s MY daughter and you won’t come near her!” Nicoya spat back at him
hatefully, not caring how much pain her mouth was in, or how tight his grip had
become on her upper arms. She stared
back at him with equal fire in her own eyes, refusing to show weakness. “She’s MY child, PERIOD!”
“Wrong Nicoya, she’s OUR
daughter.” John said firmly. “You
realize you purposely kept her from me, didn’t tell me or anything. The COURTS are going to have a fucking field
day with that!” He let her go, stepping away and giving her space, hands up.
Nicoya groaned as she
rubbed her arms with her hand, staring back at him hatefully, and shook her
head. “I was prepared for this just in
case you ever did find out about her…” She trailed off and took something out
of her briefcase, handing it to him.
“That is a protection order from the courts themselves. It’s for life, which means you are NOT
allowed near MY daughter EVER. Due to
your physical abuse inflicted on me in the past and now,” She paused, looking
down at her arms and shrugged absentmindedly.
“The courts felt it was necessary not to endanger a little girl.”
John, at first, looked
royally pissed off, but that quickly changed to a look of cunning, his eyes
studying her. “Oh really?” He shook his
head. “Nicoya, you should catch up a bit
more sweetheart. YOU broke your own
protection order by having Alyssa around me then. I didn’t know she was mine until just tonight
so you KNOWINGLY put your daughter in DANGER.
I’ll see you in court.” He bowed mockingly to her before walking out.
Nicoya heard that and
instantly calmed down, trying to slow down her racing heart, and groaned as she
slid down the wall of her office. Her
mouth was killing her and so were her arms.
She knew John didn’t have anything because if the asshole read the
papers, which he didn’t. It CLEARLY
stated that the protection order wasn’t put into effect until AFTER he found
out Alyssa was his. So therefore, Nicoya
never broke anything. She wasn’t
stupid. She was highly intelligent and
knew the courts well. After taking a few
more deep breaths, she finally managed to pull herself up and rushed out the
door, needing to get to her daughter before John could.
~!~
“I said no Cena!” Mark growled,
having a Hell of a time keeping John out of the dressing room. John had burst in there like a pissed off
bull and Mark had instantly shoved him right back out. Right now, he had his hands on John’s
forearms, trying to push him away. “GET
THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!”
“I’M NOT GOING ANYWHERE
WITHOUT SEEING MY GODDAMN DAUGHTER!” John roared right back, going to punch
Mark in the face as he brought his fist forward.
Alyssa was crouched in a
corner, crying her eyes out, her hands over her ears, watching as Mark stumbled
back a little before charging John again.
This time shoving him out into the hallway. Nicoya heard Alyssa scream and instantly
bolted down the hallway, taking off her heels, and skidded to a halt when she
seen John and Mark fighting. She covered
her mouth with her hand, looking around frantically for her daughter, and
immediately shouted, “ALYSSA?” Tears were streaming down her cheeks as both
John and Mark stopped to stare at her, but she didn’t notice. She bolted inside the dressing room, past
Mark, and instantly picked her precious baby girl up in her arms, holding her
like her life depended on it, and buried her face in her hair. “Shhh it’s okay, sweetheart. Momma’s here.
Momma’s here, Aly.” She cooed to her, knowing John probably scared the
Hell out of her, and glared back at him hatefully, but focused her attention on
her daughter.
“Mommy! He came in and-” Alyssa screamed when Mark
dropped to one knee, catching himself with a hand on the floor so he didn’t
topple. “John’s got a chair!” She
shrieked, clinging to her mother frantically.
“Mark, get up!”
“Mark? Raising her to call someone else Dad since
you fucking denied me, you bitch?” John was past livid, he was in something
entirely different right now, tossing the chair aside. The minute he tried to move past Mark though
was his mistake.
“Lock the door.” Mark
advised before literally tossing John out into the hallway, closing the door
behind him as he followed.
Nicoya instantly did as
he said, rushing over with her daughter still in her arms, and locked the door
after closing it. She was crying as hard
as her daughter, not believing how cruel John was being toward her in front of
Alyssa, which proved her point even further that he wasn’t fit to be her
father. “Alyssa, it’s okay
sweetheart. It’s alright. Mark will take care of him.” She assured her
softly, kissing her forehead repeatedly, and held her tightly as she walked
over and sat on the couch, her heart breaking when Alyssa began trembling. “Calm down, baby girl. Momma’s here now.”
“He-he said he was my
Dad…” Alyssa cried, tears streaking down her cheeks. “He wanted to see me and Mark told him
no! Then he attacked Mark. Mommy, he’s not is he? He’s not really my Dad?” Alyssa sounded like
she was going to go full blown hysterical in a minute.
Nicoya felt her heart
shatter in her chest, hearing the pleading in her daughter’s question, mixed
with the hysterical note. She sighed
heavily, rubbing her back, and knew she had to tell her the truth. Slowly pulling her back to stare into her
eyes, Nicoya finally broke down in tears as they slid down her cheeks and
simply nodded. “He is, Aly. That monster is your father. I’m so sorry, baby girl.” She whispered
heartbrokenly and instantly buried her face in her hands, her entire body
racking with sobs, not believing this was happening. She’d been so careful, but knew one day, it
would come down to this.
Alyssa just stared at her
mother, her blue eyes wide with horror.
“He can’t be…not him…he’s…” She started bawling all over again. She started screaming when there was a light
knock on the door suddenly, causing her little form to jump.
Nicoya was sobbing so
hard as she shook her head, holding her daughter’s trembling body against hers,
and buried her face in Alyssa’s neck, wishing this wasn’t happening. “I kept him from you for your own good,
Aly. That man is not fit to be your
father. He’s mean and cruel. He doesn’t deserve you to be his daughter.”
She was crying just as hard as her daughter was and didn’t know what she was
going to do now that John knew. She knew
John was going to try and take Alyssa away from her and that wasn’t going to
happen. Nobody was going to take her
baby girl from her unless she was buried six feet under.
“I don’t want him to be
my Dad!” Alyssa exclaimed, jumping again when the knock on the door got
louder. “Mom…who is it?” She whispered
fearfully. “Don’t let that bad man back
in!” Mark stared at the door, hearing
the crying going on inside and felt his heart break in two. He spared a glance at the unconscious John,
knowing people were on the way to drag his ass off to be checked and
sighed. Wondering if this was it or just
the prelude to something worse.
Sighing deeply, Nicoya
shook her head as she cupped her daughter’s face in her hands and pressed her
forehead to hers. “I won’t
sweetheart. That bad man isn’t coming
near you, I promise.” She confidently before standing up, setting her daughter
down on the couch, and walked over to the door.
She took a chance and cleared her throat before unlocking it, ready to
fight John if necessary to protect her daughter. She sighed with relief when she opened the
door to reveal Mark and instantly went back to her daughter, who was trembling
and shaking like a leaf as she sat down beside her. “Alyssa, I’m so sorry.” She started crying
again, burying her face in her hands, and wished she would’ve never met John
Cena in the first place.
Mark took in the scene
before him and closed the door behind him.
He didn’t interrupt them, his fists clenching when he heard Alyssa’s
heart wrenching sobs. Knowing John had
really frightened her. “I want to go, I
don’t wanna stay here!” Alyssa said in a high pitched voice. “I wanna go home right now!”
“Calm down, darlin’.” Mark
soothed, kneeling down besides the two.
“You don’t have to stay here, angel.
You and momma are leavin’.” He looked at Nicoya, his green eyes studying
hers, knowing she was in no condition to work tonight.
“I can’t leave. I have so much work to get done.” Nicoya
choked out, coughing a little, and wiped her tears away quickly, not wanting
her daughter to see her cry anymore.
“Alyssa, you can stay in mommy’s office with me until we leave, but I
have too much work to get done for Vince to leave right now, sweetheart.” She
hated this. She hated that John somehow
found out that Alyssa was his and felt her heart breaking at her daughter’s
heart wrenching sobs, causing her to cry harder as she stood up, getting some
tissues.
Alyssa tossed herself
into Mark’s arms, burying her face in his shoulder, her body trembling
violently with her sobs. Mark frowned,
cradling her in his arms, standing up and turning to look at Nicoya. “Your daughter needs you, Nico.” He said in a
soft, but firm tone of voice. “She needs
to be somewhere she feels safe with you, yer work will have to wait.”
“Mark, don’t start with
me right now.” She held her finger up at him, raking a hand through her black
hair, and could see Alyssa sobbing violently, which broke her heart even more. “I can’t leave! I have so much fucking work to get done! Don’t give me that look!” She snapped, tears
spilling down her cheeks, and hated the disappointment in Mark’s eyes as she
shook her head, wrapping her arms around herself. “It’s not an easy decision, but I’m the only
fucking script writer here and my work loud is big enough as it is! I’m behind as it is!”
“Hey sweetheart, calm
down.” Mark soothed, stroking Alyssa’s hair with one hand. “Then I’m takin’ her back to the hotel.” He
announced, daring Nicoya with his eyes to challenge him. Alyssa started nodding, shifting so she could
see her mother, her eyes pleading with her to say yes.
“Give me my fucking
daughter.” She stated angrily, prying Alyssa from Mark’s arms, and sighed
heavily when she started reaching for him again. “Alyssa Marie, stop it right now! We’re going back to the hotel since you can't
seem to let your mother get back to work.” She stated angrily, glaring back at
Mark, and stormed out of his dressing room, carrying her daughter with her in
the process. ‘Fuckin’ asshole.’ She
thought, her heels clicking violently against the arena flooring.
Mark frowned and shook
his head, darting after them when he heard Alyssa’s harsh cries. He caught up and removed Alyssa from Nicoya,
wrapping his arms around her, burying his face in her hair. He actually growled when Nicoya opened her
mouth. “Listen to me, Nico you’re in no
damned condition to be drivin’, yer physically shakin’ and yer too damned
pissed! Pull yer head outta yer ass long
enough to realize that Alyssa needs you more tonight then this fuckin’ company
does and quit bein’ angry with her!
She’s a child who’s afraid and seen somethin’ that terrified her, she
needs yer love and time, not yer attention and anger!”
Nicoya was shocked as her
eyes went as wide as potatoes, not believing Mark just snatched HER daughter
from HER arms like that! She wanted to
smack him, hit him, kick him, something, but she couldn’t even find the energy
to do so. She just felt the silent tears
slide down her cheeks and raked a hand through her hair before clearing her
throat. “Give me my daughter, Mark right
now.” She ordered in a low, quiet tone of voice, the anger draining from her
body. Though she knew she’d feel it
surface later on after Alyssa was asleep.
“I’ve had a rotten night and the last thing I need is another man trying
to control my life and telling me how to raise MY daughter.” She then pulled
Alyssa from his arms and walked away from him, hold her close to her body
before walking inside her office, grabbed her things, and rushed out of there,
heading back to the hotel.
Mark shook his head going
to gather his own things. Trying to
control her life? Hardly. The woman needed the Hell knocked out of her
though for what she’d said and done tonight.
Mark sighed, knowing Nicoya had been emotion, but damn it-was her work
really that goddamn important? Alyssa
needed her mother and Nicoya had gone off on the poor kid. Mark slowly headed out to the parking lot,
knowing he’d just been blackballed from Alyssa’s life and all because he cared.
Nicoya shook her head as
she pulled into the hotel parking lot space, taking her time driving back, not
wanting to get into a car accident, and unbuckled herself. She looked in the rearview mirror at her
daughter and sighed, her heart breaking seeing her tear streaked face. She silently cried as she picked her daughter
up from the car, carrying her inside, her black bag slung over her shoulder and
took the back staircase. She stroked her
daughter’s hair the entire way up and finally arrived at her room number. She slid the key card inside the slot and
opened the door, walking inside, and closed it behind her. She then walked Alyssa to her bedroom, gently
placing her in bed, and took her shoes off before sitting on the edge of the
bed. Everything she’d done was for her
daughter and for her to even consider choosing her job or Alyssa made Nicoya
physically sick. Nobody and nothing was
more important than her and Mark made her realize that tonight. She started crying, knowing Alyssa was out
for the night, and finally walked out after kissing her forehead softly,
whispering heartbrokenly.
“I’m so sorry, Alyssa…for
everything.” She then walked out and went straight to the liquor, pouring
herself a glass of Tequila Rose, and collapsed on the bed after downing the
shot, tears streaking down her cheeks like two rapid streams.
Mark made it to the hotel
in one piece barely, having nearly wrecked on his motorcycle when some moron
ran a red light. He wasn’t in the best
of moods needless to say when he arrived.
He took the second to change into black pajama pants and bust out of the
Jack Daniels before heading out into the hallway. Quickly locating the vending machine, Mark
got his normal coke for his chaser. He
rested his head against the machine, listening as the pop dropped with a thud
out of the machine. The sound of his
heart had made when Nicoya spat her last words at him.
Chapter 17
The following morning,
Nicoya didn’t wake up until late, not caring at the moment, having pulled an
all-nighter to get the rest of the scripts finished. Her face was tear-streaked since she’d
basically cried throughout the entire process, hoping they weren’t messed up. She slept in bed, wearing her clothes from
the previous night, her black hair tousled and splayed on the pillow with her
open laptop in front of her. Her body
was curled at a dangerous angle and she had a stack of finished scripts on the
side of the laptop. She looked like a
Mack truck had run her down going ninety miles an hour.
Alyssa stumbled out of
her bedroom, rubbing sleep from her eyes.
Looking none too worse for wear herself.
She seen her mother and frowned, then spotted the scripts and rolled her
eyes. Even now she couldn’t take a
break. Alyssa sighed and walked over to
the bed, her small hands fumbling with the scripts. Gathering them up and gently moved them to
the table, followed by the laptop.
Alyssa then somehow managed to rearrange her mother on the bed and
pulled the blankets around her before going back to her own bed.
Nicoya awoke when she
felt someone moving her around and sighed when she seen her daughter retreat
back into her own room. She slowly
rubbed the sleep from her eyes, staring over at the clock, and waved it off when
she seen it was going on noon. She
didn’t care as she stumbled out of bed, seeing her laptop and scripts on the
table, and smiled, knowing Alyssa had done that. She sighed heavily as she knocked her on the
door and pushed it open, staring at her little girl, who was sitting watching
Garfield on their portable DVD player.
“Hey sweetheart, how did you sleep?” She softly asked, raking a hand
through her black hair, not caring how it looked right now.
Alyssa shrugged, not
taking her eyes off the television.
“Better then you. I slept. You stayed up all night working.” She stated
flatly, no emotion in her tone of voice.
“You were sleeping,
Alyssa and I couldn’t sleep so yes, I did stay up and work.” Nicoya didn’t
appreciate the tone of her daughter’s voice and knew Mark was having a bad
influence on her as she sighed. “When
you’re ready to stop hating your mother, you come talk to me. Until then, I’ll be out here.” She then closed
the door, tears spilling down her cheeks, and walked over to the bed, laying
back down on it, her heart breaking.
Alyssa got up and stalked
out of the room, her blue eyes blazing.
“Maybe you ought to remember you have a daughter!” She shot back
heatedly. “You ALWAYS push me aside for
work! You only brought me home last night
because MARK upset you and made you feel bad!”
“Alyssa Marie Harris,
don’t you DARE take that tone with your mother, young lady! If you don’t stop this right now, I will
forbid you to see Mark again!” She shouted back at her daughter, her own blue
eyes clouded over with anger, and crossed her arms in front of his chest. “You cried yourself to sleep last night and I
even tucked you in! I sat with you for a
good hour before starting my work so don’t tell me that I choose my work over
you because that’s bull! I love you
unconditionally, you know that, but what I do pays the bills and keeps a roof
over your head, clothes on your body, and food in your smart mouth!”
Tears burned in Alyssa’s
eyes as she clenched and unclenched her fists, hating the unfairness of it
all. She was the one who played by
herself every night or spent it in Mark’s company while her mother worked. There were days on the road traveling, hardly
any days off, but she was number one?
Alyssa shook her head and swallowed down her anger before nodding
stiffly. She then retreated to her
bedroom, snatching up her favorite stuffed animal, and curled into a ball at
the end of the bed, watching Garfield
through her tears.
Nicoya sighed heavily as
she raked her hands through her hair, deciding a shower was in order, and
walked inside the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. She stripped out of her grimy clothes and
stepped under the hot sprays, soaking her body, and just stood under them. Her hands were planted on the shower wall before
her as she allowed the sprays to cascade down her body as they mixed with her
heart wrenching tears. She couldn’t
believe how cruel she’d been to daughter and felt even sicker to her stomach. She sighed heavily, spitting out the water
whenever too much got in, but didn’t move from that spot. She’d basically cried herself to sleep the
previous night after finishing the scripts that Vince requested her to do.
Alyssa sighed, wiping
away her tears and rolling onto her back.
Frowning when her stomach growled.
She was tempted to refuse to eat, but decided against it. Instead, she padded out to the main room, not
spotting her mother and sighed again.
She quickly ordered breakfast for both of them, used to this and sat
down on the couch to wait.
After finishing up her
shower, Nicoya stepped out of the shower, towel drying herself off before
wrapping her body in it, tucking it tightly so it didn’t move, and sighed as
she looked in the mirror. She quickly
brushed her teeth and hair before walking out, not surprised to find her
daughter on the couch, and walked over to her bag. Pulling out a pair of jeans and t-shirt,
refusing to go to the arena today. She
dressed and then proceeded to make a call to Vince, explaining to him the
scripts were done and she demanded a day off since she’d been doing so much
work lately. The man resignedly gave it
to her and Nicoya hung up, smiling bitterly, and then proceeded to lie back
down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.
Alyssa rolled her eyes
when she wasn’t acknowledged, finally getting up and walking over to the bed,
climbing on it, and began to jump.
“Why’re you in jeans? You never
wear jeans to work.” She pointed out, still bouncing.
“Because I’m not going to
the arena tonight. I demanded Vince give
me the day and night off.” She answered her daughter, her arm thrown over her
eyes, not minding her daughter jumping on the bed, and crossed her ankles as
she sighed heavily. She already knew her
daughter ordered breakfast and had to smile at that. Even though it quickly faded when she thought
of Mark. ‘Screw him.’ She thought
angrily and pushed him out of her mind forcefully.
Alyssa leapt off the bed
when there was a knock on the door, grinning when the food was ushered in. She looked impatiently at her mother before
rolling her eyes again and walked over to get Nicoya’s purse. She handed it to her mother and waited for
her to give her some money for the server.
Alyssa handed him his tip before pulling the trolley in, closing the
door behind her. “Come eat, Mom.” She
said softly.
“I’m not hungry,
Alyssa. You eat.” She instructed, still
lying on the bed, feeling too sick to her stomach at the moment to eat. She’d basically had a breakdown in the shower
and then one the previous night, so she was exhausted mentally and
physically. She hated feeling like this,
but at the same time, she knew she needed the release. She didn’t care if her daughter ordered food
for her. It wasn’t like she could afford
it anyway. Sighing, Nicoya turned on her
side and closed her eyes, wanting to relax for that day.
Alyssa ate quietly for a
while, finally clearing her throat.
“Mom…is Mark still allowed to take me horseback riding today?” She asked
hesitantly, wondering if her mother even remembered that.
Sighing resignedly upon
hearing that, Nicoya slowly opened her eyes and rubbed her temples as she sat
up, knowing it meant a lot to her daughter.
“If you wanna go, Aly that’s fine.” She finally said, not too keen on
her daughter spending the day with Mark, but figured if it made Alyssa happy,
then that’s all that mattered. She
wasn’t going to keep Mark from her daughter, especially with how close they
were. Though, if the motherfucker EVER
tried telling her how to raise or treat her daughter again, she was going to
dot his eye for him.
Alyssa smiled brightly,
finishing her French toast and swallowed down her orange juice. “Hey Mom, why don’t you come with us?” She
asked, grabbing her mother’s hand, her big blue eyes pleading, flashing a puppy
dog look. “It’d be loads of fun.”
“Alyssa, not today
alright?” She said, slipping her hand out of her daughter’s, and lay back down
on the bed, raking a hand through her wet black hair from her shower
earlier. “You and Mark go and have fun. No offense, but I really don’t feel like
spending the day with him.” She hoped her daughter understood and closed her
eyes as she sighed heavily. She didn’t
even want Alyssa going to be quite honest, but then she seen the excitement in her
daughter’s eyes, and couldn’t say no even if her life depended on it.
Alyssa didn’t say a word,
just went to change her clothes. She
emerged long enough to call Mark’s cell phone, giggling when he seemed
surprised to hear from her then confirmed if they were still going. When she hung up, she was dancing. “He’s on his way!” She laughed, spinning in a
circle. She shrieked when there was a
knock on the door, flying over to answer it.
“Marky!”
Mark scooped her up into
a bear hug, laughing when she tugged on his hair, his deep voice booming
throughout the room as he asked, “Hey angel, ready to go?”
“Yes. Mom, gonna come give me a kiss?” Alyssa
asked, slipping down onto the floor, and turned around to face her.
Sighing heavily, Nicoya
managed to drag herself from the bed and walked over, bending down, and looked
into her daughter’s eyes, completely ignoring Mark’s presence. “Behave and be good.” She said flatly,
kissing her forehead, and hugged her before walking back over and laid on the
bed, staring up at the ceiling again, her arms thrown above her head on either
side.
“Mark, why doesn’t my Mom
love me anymore?” Alyssa asked as they walked down the hallway, the door slowly
closing behind them. Her voice sounded
so sad and depressed.
“Angel, yer momma loves
you, she’s just goin’ through a rough patch right now. Be patient with her.” Mark replied gently,
his heart breaking at how sad Alyssa sounded.
“Yer her world, Aly never forget that.”
Nicoya spent the entire
day crying her heart and soul out, having heard her daughter ask Mark that
question. She felt like her heart was
torn to bits and hated herself for making her daughter even assume she didn’t
love her. She sighed heavily, finally
pulling herself from the bed, and walked in the kitchen to get a glass of
water. She just leaned against the
counter, raking her hands through her hair, and sniffled a little. Alyssa was her entire world, but after what
happened with John, she wasn’t sure what she was going to do now. John was
going to be a man on a mission to try to hurt her and use Alyssa in order to
get it done so she had to protect her daughter tenfold now.
Mark knocked lightly on
Nicoya’s door, cradling Alyssa in his arms.
They had spent the day out riding, he’d loved seeing her pick it up so
quick. A natural on a horse. Though, when she wanted to gallop, it scared
the Hell out of him. Finally
compromising with her, she rode with him and they galloped. He’d taken along his camera. Something he’d invested in then seldom used
to snap pictures for Nicoya, not sure why he did, but there it was.
Nicoya heard the knock on
the door and walked over, having been surfing the net on her laptop, and opened
it. She didn’t say a word, seeing Mark
was carrying a sleeping Alyssa, and walked away from the door, going back to
sit on her bed. She would go say good
night to her daughter after Mark was gone as she leaned back against the
headboard, her knees drawn up, and had her eyes closed. She had a feeling Mark knew where to put
Alyssa so she didn’t feel the need to point it out. After all, he’d been in Alyssa’s life for
quite some time now.
Mark smiled when Alyssa
half woke up and whispered in her ear while smoothing back her hair, “Yer home,
angel.”
“Where’s Mom?” She
murmured, yawning loudly, completely worn out from riding the horses today.
“Out on her bed.” Mark
answered quietly, pulling off her tennis shoes, and set them gently on the
floor.
“Did you tell her I rode
by myself?” Alyssa asked, her voice a mere whisper, and yawned again, trying to
keep her eyes from drooping closed.
“Not yet, but I will.”
Mark promised her, running his finger down her cheek, and smiled as his angel’s
eyes closed again, falling back to sleep.
Nicoya sighed heavily
when she felt more tears spill down her cheeks and stood up from the bed,
walking into the kitchen. She poured
herself a glass of wine since she knew Alyssa would be out of it for the rest
of the night. She walked back out to her
bed and sat down on it, knowing Mark must’ve worn her little butt out. She smiled a little at that, wiping her tears
away, and leaned back against the headboard, holding the glass loosely in her
hand. She had her elbows resting on her
knees, her hair cascading over her shoulders and down her back.
Mark walked out of
Alyssa’s room, fiddling with his camera before walking over to the bed, halting
and holding it out to her. “There’s some
pictures of Alyssa on it.” He said evenly, not sure if she would even
acknowledge him, actually all the pictures were of Alyssa. “She did real good today. She’s a natural rider.”
“Thanks.” She replied in
an even tone of voice, showing no emotion, and took the camera from him before
setting it to the side. “I’m glad she
had a good time.” Her voice was still even as she took a sip of her wine and
set it on the nightstand before leaned her head back, cracking it a little, and
closed her eyes, refusing to look at this man right now. If she did, she would either completely
breakdown again or sock him in his eye for what he said to her the previous night.
Mark sighed, raking a
hand through his hair, knowing one of them was going to have to extend the
olive branch before Alyssa wound up hurt or in the middle of whatever was going
on. “Nico, I’m sorry. I overstepped myself drastically last night.”
He said finally.
“Don’t worry about it,
Mark. Water under the fucking
bridge. The most important thing here is
that Alyssa is happy and you make her that way.
That’s the ONLY reason why I’m letting you stick around.” She stated in
a heated tone of voice, standing up from the bed, and brushed past him as she
walked over to stare out the window. Her
arm crossed beneath her breasts, and took a long swig of her wine before
setting it down on the table nearby.
Near her scripts she’d finished the previous night.
Mark rolled his eyes
heavenward and stalked over to her, gently grabbing her by the arms and spun
her around, staring down into her blue eyes with his piercing green ones. “Nico, stop actin’ like a damned child. I said I was sorry. You got a chip on yer shoulder and I’m not
the one who put it there. I’m on yer
side, stop treatin’ me like I’m the damned enemy.”
Chapter 18
“You ARE the enemy
though, Mark!” She spat back at him, her blue eyes inflamed with rage, and
snatched her arms out of his grip as she walked away from him. “You and every male on this planet are the
enemy in my book. I want NOTHING to do
with you! My daughter is the ONLY thing
that will EVER matter to me and her happiness.
For some oddball reason, she loves you.
She talks about you constantly and wishes you were her father.” Tears
instantly began sliding down Nicoya’s cheeks as she turned her back on him and
wrapped her arms around herself, trembling again, not believing she just said
that. She’d heard Alyssa in her bedroom
talking to her dolls on quite a few occasions and it broke her heart that Mark
could never be her father, just her friend or mentor.
“You had a terrible thing
with John, Nico, I’m not denyin’ that.
But that don’t make all the rest of us like him.” Mark said firmly,
walking over to pull her back in his arms, not caring what she’d say or do
anymore. “I’M not like him, why can’t
you see that?”
“Why do you even care?”
She cried out at him softly, sniffling, and felt the tears cascading freely
down her cheeks as he held her from behind.
His arms were wrapped firmly around her waist as she leaned back against
him. Even though she was fighting to do
it. He’d hurt her last night, no matter
if it was a harsh slap of reality or not.
She knew he was right in what he said though and honestly didn’t blame
him. It made her realize how much he
really cared about and loved her daughter, but it also broke her heart that
Alyssa wanted him as her father.
“Why? Because I’m totally entranced with yer
daughter…I love her to death or haven’t ya noticed?” Mark replied, staring down
at her intensely. “And because I care
about you. I care about you, Nico.” He
repeated in a softer tone of voice, meaning what he said.
“I have noticed you love
Alyssa.” She replied softly in a whisper, more tears spilling down her cheeks,
and slowly turned around to face him, staring up into his intense, emotion
filled emerald green eyes. She started
crying harder and caressed his face tenderly with her hand, knowing she cared a
great deal for him too. That’s why she’d
let him stick around and hang out with Alyssa.
That and she wanted him around her too, even though she’d never admit
it. “I care about you too, Mark.” She
finally admitted and bit her bottom lip, hoping she didn’t regret this. Hoping her heart could take this.
Mark had figured she did
though he’d never admit that to her.
She’d probably slap him and call him an arrogant bastard. He figured she either cared about him, which was
why she tried to push him away or the other possibility, she was a mega bitch
who also happened to be a man-hater.
Thank god it wasn’t that last one.
Mark bent his head down and gently brushed his lips against hers,
pulling back to study her face, not about to rush her into anything. That and still waiting for that slap.
Nicoya stared back at
him, raking a hand through her hair, and grabbed him gently by his goatee,
staring deep into his eyes. Those deep,
emerald green jewels that held such sincerity and caused her heart to leap in
her throat. She decided to take the bull
by the horns so to speak and brought his lips down to hers, passionately
kissing him, wrapping her arms around his thick, muscled up neck. She wanted a real kiss. Not just a brush. She was getting it now as she moaned softly
in his mouth.
Mark slid his hands down
to Nicoya’s lower back, gently pulling her up against him, halfway lifting her
off of the floor. He coaxed her mouth
open, sliding his tongue inside to explore her.
Taste her. Groaning low from the
back of his throat. He was immediately
addicted at the first taste of her.
Sighing, Nicoya instantly
melted into his arms, her hands gripping his upper arms with her tiny hands,
and gasped when he lifted her off the floor.
She never broke the kiss though and snaked her arms around his neck, her
legs instinctively going around his waist, and entangled her fingers in his
arms. His long, beautiful tresses as
their tongues dueled in a war of dominance and lust. Nicoya’s heart was racing, thudding in her
chest rapidly, but she didn’t care. Even
after she needed air, she still didn’t break the kiss, refusing to do so. The man’s lips felt too wonderful and it’d
been a long time since she felt the touch of a man. Though not even John could kiss her like Mark
was at the moment.
Mark could feel his body
burning up with passion, expecting fire to shoot off of him. That’s what Nicoya was doing to him. He felt every little thing, all his senses
heightened at the moment. He could feel
her fingers combing through his hair, the pressure of her legs around his
waist, everything. He reluctantly broke
the kiss, realizing she wasn’t getting air, for that matter, neither was he. He pressed his forehead against hers, staring
into her beautiful blue eyes. “I want
you, Nico.” He murmured huskily, his tone soft and almost pleading.
“I want you too, Mark.”
She breathed out, her chest rising and falling harshly, her hands gripping his
shoulders, and licked her dried lips as she kissed him again. “We can’t, not in here.” She whispered,
referring to her daughter, and suddenly got an idea as she stared into his lust
filled emerald green eyes that were a deep forest green. “Bathroom?”
Mark glanced at Alyssa’s
bedroom door then towards the bathroom, obvious want in his eyes, matching her
own. “Will she wake up and come
wanderin’ out here lookin’ fer ya?” He asked, his drawl slow and deep.
“If she wakes up and
hears the shower, she’ll just think I’m taking one.” Nicoya replied still
breathless, the want obvious in her own eyes.
There was also a need. A deep
need for this man’s touch. This man
inside of her. She wanted it. Craved it.
She wanted to feel loved again, even if he didn’t love her. She knew she wasn’t in love with him, not yet,
but she did care a great deal about him as her eyes instantly darkened to
almost black, but had a hint of blue within them.
Mark’s answer was to kiss
her again, never setting her down, way too comfortable with her legs wrapped
around him. He carried her into the
bathroom, lightly closing the door behind them with the heel of his foot. Mark slowly lowered her feet to the ground,
still kissing her, his hands rubbing her sides gently, wanting Nicoya more then
he’d ever wanted anything in his life.
It’d been a long time since he felt the flicker of desire. She had sparked a forest fire.
Nicoya moaned in his
mouth as their tongue danced again, running her hands up and down his shirt
covered chest, and pulled him closer to her.
She smiled when he lifted her up, sitting her on the sink of the
bathroom, and pulled him to stand between her legs. She broke the kiss, needing to breathe, and
began unbuttoning his vest, sliding it off of his broad shoulders, and down his
massive, tattooed covered arms, dropping it to the floor. She then kissed the middle of his chest and
trailed her lips and tongue down it, flicking out to taste his soft skin. While her hands fumbled with the button of
his skin tight black jeans.
Mark groaned, staring
down at her black hair covered head, threading his fingers in her silky
tresses. Her touch felt like
paradise. This was what Eden had to be
like. He felt her fumbling with his
jeans and caught her hands in his, raising them up to his mouth, kissing her
palms. He knew they didn’t have all
night, not with Alyssa in the next room over, but at the same time, he didn’t
want to rush this. He wanted to enjoy
her. First though, they needed to get
that shower going before any more noise made and they attracted some attention.
“W-What’s wrong?” Nicoya
managed to ask, fear filling her eyes that he’d changed his mind, and searched
his eyes with her own, her eyebrows frowning together quizzically. She sighed when he captured her lips with his
again, passionately kissing him, and threaded her fingers in his long tresses
one more, moaning her approval. Whatever
was going through Mark’s mind, Nicoya knew she’d enjoy and knew he hadn’t
changed his mind, not with how darkened over his green eyes had become.
Mark smirked against her
lips. “Nothin’ wrong darlin’…” He
murmured, breaking the kiss long enough to get the shower running before
returning his full, undivided attention to the gorgeous woman before him. He ran his hands down her sides, grabbing the
bottom of her t-shirt and slowly pulled it up.
His eyes crinkling at the corners in a smile when she raised her arms
up, pulling the shirt over her head. He
bent down to kiss her bare shoulder blade, his tongue darting out to taste her
skin. One large hand slowly running up
her back to unclasp her bra.
Her black hair flowed
down her back as she smiled, feeling him move it out of the way, and allowed
her bra to fall to the floor. She then
turned around, staring back at him, and kissed his chest before unsnapping his
jeans with a flick of her wrist. Her
eyes locked on his as she slowly pressed her body against his, pushing his
jeans down his muscular, long legs and smirked when she seen he’d gone
commando. She had a feeling. The jeans were just TOO tight for him not to
go commando! She licked her lips
hungrily, her blue eyes darkening even more to black, and clouded over as she
began kissing up his chest. Flicking her
tongue out to run it across a few of his rock hard abs, she moaned deep from her
throat while her nails ran down his upper half, not leaving any marks though.
“Woman, yer killin’ me…”
Mark murmured, doing a full body shiver when he felt her nails raking down his
skin, kicking his jeans aside. He gently
cupped her chin, raising her head so he could look down at her, his lust
darkened eyes and swollen lips beckoning him.
He dipped his head down to kiss her, moving his kisses to her throat,
his hands moving down to her own jeans.
He smiled when she lifted her hips, helping him to slide them down and
tossed them to join his on the floor. He
stepped back to stare at her. She looked
positively ravishing, sitting there on the sink in nothing, but her
panties. He growled softly, reaching out
to pull her into his arms, feeling her legs locking around his waist again and
gently rubbed his erection against her, smirking when she moaned softly.
“Mmm now who’s killing
who?” She moaned out, her head dropping back, her hair pooling down her back
over his strong arm, and ran her hands down his arms and shoulders, rubbing
them. Caressing them. She loved the feeling of how strong he
was. How massive. His strength took her breath away as she slid
down his body slowly and pushed away from him, winking over her shoulder, and
hooked her thumbs in the elastic waist of her panties. Not bending her knees, keeping her long,
smooth tanned legs straight, she bent down, peeling her panties down, and
kicked them away from turning around.
“Gonna join me?” She cooed to him seductively before stepping through
the shower curtain and into the hot sprays.
“Well I’m not about to
stand out here and just watch.” Mark replied, joining her in the shower. He smirked down at her, pinning her against
the tile wall, pressing his body firmly against hers. “Unless yer plannin’ on puttin’ on a show,
darlin’.” He teased huskily, skimming a hand down her side, across her hip and
then cupped her sex. Hissing when he felt
how hot and wet she was, sliding a finger inside of her slowly. “Damn darlin’…”
Nicoya was already on
shaky ground and cried out at the contact of his finger, leaning further
against the shower wall, pressing her back, and felt her breathing instantly
become erratic. “Mark…” She shakily
whispered out, running her fingers down his chest to his face, and gripped his
goatee as she stared into his eyes directly.
“Don’t tease…It’s been too long for me.” She stated in a low voice and
cried out again when his finger began moving inside of her.
Mark grunted, staring
down at her, watching her face as he slipped another finger inside of her,
moving them in and out of her in a slow, methodical pace. Feeling how tight she was around his digits,
only able to imagine how tight she’d be around his cock. The mere thought sent a tingle throughout him
as he caught her lips with his, kissing her passionately. Reluctantly, he pulled his hand away, hearing
her whimper and smiled slightly, raising his hands to his mouth to lick her
essence from them, closing his eyes.
Savoring her sweet taste. “Delicious.” He purred, lifting her up against
the wall, rubbing the head of his cock against her. “You ready darlin’?” He murmured, kissing her
throat.
Nicoya nodded back at
him, wrapping her legs around his waist, the hot sprays cascading over them, and
licked her lips. She kissed him again
before leaving his lips and trailed down his throat, loving how strong it
was. Loving how his pulse point throbbed
against her tongue, which sent a tingle down her spine. She kept exploring, her fingers burying themselves
in his hair, and gripped a little before niggling on his Adam’s apple. Groaning in pure satisfaction at the taste of
his flesh against her silky tongue.
He took his time, inching
the head of his cock inside of her, grunting and stiffening, feeling her walls
drawing him in and fighting the urge to just sheath himself fully inside of
her. She needed to adjust to his
size. He needed to adjust to how tight
she was and if he moved, this was over before it began. Mark moaned softly, letting her explore his
upper body and throat. His free
hand. The one that wasn’t holding her
up, exploring her lower half. He slid
inside of her a bit more, moving to stroke her clit while he did.
Nicoya cried out against
his throat, feeling him stroking her lit while feeling her walls stretching to
accommodate his size. She was breathing
erratic now, the burning sensation overtaking her, and kissed her way from his
throat to his chest. Her hair pooling
around her head as she explored and took a nipple in her mouth, swirling her
saliva around it, and gasped when he slid further inside of her. She knew he was doing this so he wouldn’t rip
her apart and Nicoya was more than appreciative of that. She kept exploring, running her hands up and
down his muscular broad back, feeling his muscles twitching against her
fingertips. It was overwhelming to say
the least.
“Yer so damn tight,
Nico!” Mark grunted, finally sheathing himself fully inside of her, never
letting up with stroking her clit. He
halted again, this time to calm himself down as much as let her adjust, not
wanting to break her in half. Feeling
her exploring his body was a major turn on.
Most women were intimidated by his sheer size. Add the body art to that factor and they made
very timid bed fellows. He loved how she
was just as eager for him as he was for her.
Loved how she didn’t shy away from him.
When he felt they were both ready, he withdrew from her, all but the tip
before plunging back inside, feeling her walls caving around him again. “Goddamn!”
Chapter 19
“Oh fuck, Mark!” She
screamed out, knowing the heavy beating of the shower sprays would cover them
up, and suddenly lost her breath.
She tightened her thighs
around him, locking her ankles, and moaned louder when he slid even deeper inside
of her. Nicoya gripped his shoulders,
running her hands up and down his arms, burying her face in his neck. The feeling was too incredible. The sensations too intense as she cried out
when he thrust inside of her again. It’d
been two years since she’d last had sex, having refused John even when they
were together, especially when he’d hit her.
Nicoya kissed his neck before wrapping her arms around it, wanting him
to take her as her nails raked down his back.
He could feel her
tightening around him, knowing she was close to the edge and just increased the
tempo, snapping his hips forward, driving his cock into her. Though not hard enough to hurt her. He shivered, feeling her nails on his back
and stepped away from the wall enough to tilt her back some, bending his head
down to capture a pert nipple in his mouth, gently biting down before soothing
it with his tongue. Then moving to her
other breast, paying it the same attention.
Alternating back and forth while pumping inside of her and stroking her
clit.
“Mark please!!” She
screamed out, her voice cracking with emotion and intensity, needing this
release as he pumped her harder and faster.
She finally couldn’t take
it anymore knowing this wasn’t lasting long from the beginning, and could feel
her walls caving around him, gripping him like a vise. She lost her breath again, gripping his arms
for dear life, and finally let go, cumming harder than she’d ever had in her
life. The man was absolutely incredible
and she had a feeling he’d be a good fuck, which she was right. She whipped her head back, cumming again as
the orgasms rolled into one massive wave, crashing over her. Causing her body to tremble violently against
him as she cried out his name again, shattering against him.
He was seldom one to deny
a lady or himself or that matter and thrust into Nicoya even faster, harder,
grunting when he felt her orgasm. He
managed to ride it out, urging her on towards a second, wanting to feel her
come apart in his arms all over again. Sweat beaded on his forehead, only to be
washed away by the water. He cursed when
she came again, burying his face in the crook of her neck and snapped his hips
one last time, secreting himself deep inside her and exploded. Only word for it. He exploded inside of her, filling her over
and over again with his seed, grunting again, surprised by how long he came.
Nicoya shrieked out his
name when she felt him explode inside of her, his seed splashing against her
back wall, filling her to the core. She
coughed out, trying to breathe, even though she knew she couldn’t. Her heart was pounding vigorously in her
chest as the water kept pouring down on them, and finally dropped her head on
his shoulder. She held onto him for dear
life, trembling, not able to stop. The
bout had been too intense for her as she kissed his neck, finally feeling him
stop cumming, and couldn’t believe how long he’d gone. She licked her lips, wiping the water from
her eyes, and ran her fingers through his hair, trying to calm him down.
“Mom? Are you in there?” Alyssa shouted over the
shower, trying the doorknob only to find it locked. “MOM!
You didn’t fall asleep in the shower again did you?”
Mark’s head flew up, his
own breathing ragged though now he was trying not to chuckle, making breathing
even harder. He gently set her down,
keeping an arm around Nicoya’s waist to support her. “Sounds like yer angel is a mite concerned
for ya, darlin’.” He murmured, nuzzling her neck tenderly.
“Shit!” Nicoya cursed
softly, not expecting her daughter to wake, and tried to get her breathing to
calm down, though Mark nuzzling her neck was NOT helping. “I’m fine, sweetheart!” She called out,
trying to keep the shakiness out of her voice, and cleared her throat again,
her head poked out of the shower. “I’ll
be out in a minute, Aly!” She turned around to face Mark, smiling softly at
him, and gripped his goatee gently before kissing his chest and stepped
out. She wrapped a white towel around
her body, tucking it between her breasts, and stumbled, not realizing how weak
her thighs were as she gripped the sink.
Mark rinsed off, turning
the water onto cold, needing to quickly calm his own still burning body
down. He poked his head out of the
curtain. “You want me to wait in here
till ya get her back in bed?” He asked softly, not sure if she’d approve of him
following her out in front of Alyssa.
The kid was smart enough to realize more than showering was going on in
here.
Biting her bottom lip,
Nicoya hated that she had to keep this a secret, but she also didn’t want her
daughter to know what they’d done. “I
don’t know.” She groaned in frustration, raking a hand through her hair, and
sighed heavily, dropping her head forward.
“What do you want me to do, Mark?” She finally asked, her voice quiet so
Aly didn’t overhear them.
“MOM! I’m hungry!” Alyssa yelled, sounding
impatient and sleepy still , never a good combination with her.
“Just go tend to her,
darlin’.” Mark replied quietly. “We can
talk 'bout it once she’s back in bed.” He knew Alyssa would probably eat and
pass out again. He’d worn her little
butt down with the horseback riding.
Nodding, Nicoya shot him
an apologetic look before walking out, after the shower turned off, and sighed
as she looked down at her impatient daughter.
“Young lady, you are very crabby tonight.” She pointed out and shook her
head, trying to walk normally, even though she was spaghetti legged and
shaky. She plopped down on the bed,
crossing her legs, and handed Alyssa the menu.
“Get something quick and then it’s back to bed.” She instructed, already
seeing the sleepy look in her daughter’s eyes.
Alyssa was too tired to
reply, scanning the menu with tired eyes before pointing out what she wanted
and leaning back against the headboard.
Once Nicoya had called the order, Alyssa scooted onto her lap, wrapping
her arms around her neck. “Mommy, are
you still mad at me for this morning?” She asked softly.
“No sweetheart, I was
never mad at you. I was just mad at the
fact that Mr. Cena upset you so much last night and myself. I’m really sorry for snapping on you this
morning, Aly. I love you so much, you
know that right?” She spoke softly to her daughter, still in only a white towel
and held her close to her, kissing her forehead, and ran her fingers through
her hair. “Please remember I will never
stop loving you, baby girl. You’re my
world. My entire existence.”
Alyssa nodded, smiling,
looking relieved. She started to reply,
but instead frowned, reaching out to pick a hair off Nicoya’s white towel,
holding it up. “Mom…is your hair
changing color?” She asked curiously.
Nicoya looked down at the
auburn red hair Alyssa plucked off of her towel and sighed, trying not to
blush, and set her daughter down on the bed.
“It’s the lighting, Alyssa.” She simply said, bending down and pulled
out a silky black nightgown that went to mid-thigh, raking a hand through her
sopping wet hair, and grabbed a matching pair of bra and panties.
“Oh…okay.” Alyssa was too
sleepy to argue or even not believe that.
She smiled through a yawn when there was a knock on the door, stumbling
over to get it, accepting the money she was handed by her mother. She tipped the server and took her food. “Night Mom.” She blew her mother a kiss
before heading to her room.
“Night sweetheart.”
Nicoya replied, having slipped on her bra and panties followed by the
nightgown.
She walked in her
daughter’s room, kissing her forehead, and smiled before closing the door
behind her, not leaving it cracked. She
couldn’t risk Alyssa finding out about Mark and knew her daughter was going to
sleep throughout the night. She couldn’t
believe her daughter had questioned the hair and sighed heavily, wondering what
they were going to do. It wasn’t that
she was ashamed, but she didn’t want Alyssa getting her hopes up about anything
incase her and Mark didn’t work out.
Mark was waiting patiently in the bathroom, having pulled his clothes
back on a long time ago, trying not to listen to their conversation.
Though, he had felt his
heart do a leap when he heard Alyssa inquire about the hair and could only
imagine what the Hell that was about.
Nicoya walked over to the liquor and poured herself a glass of wine,
needing to calm her nerves, and took a long swig of it before setting her glass
down. She walked over, peeking in to
check on her daughter, and smiled when she seen Alyssa had fallen asleep while
eating. She quickly cleaned her mess up,
kissed her forehead, and walked out, closing the door behind her. She about jumped out of her skin when she
bumped into Mark, but managed to keep her screams mute.
“Christ!” She whispered
out harshly, feeling her heart beating furiously, and shook her head before
throwing away Alyssa’s dinner. Mark had
just scared the Hell out of her and knew a man THAT size was NOT allowed to be
THAT quiet.
Mark reached out to take
a hold of her upper arms, steadying her.
“Sorry.” He whispered, realizing he should’ve probably given her a
warning or something. “She asleep?”
“Yeah, she’s so
exhausted. What did you do to her?” She
asked playfully, smiling softly, though her heart was still thudding in her
chest as she finally felt herself standing without falling over. She walked away from him and sat on the bed,
crossing her leg over the other, and looked back at him, wondering what he was
thinking right now. They just fucked in
the shower of her hotel room while her daughter was sleeping. What the Hell could they say to each other
after that?
Mark smiled, raking a
hand through his damp hair. “Took her
ridin’ is all. It can be tirin’ on
someone who’s new to it. Works out some
thigh and leg muscles, I ran her ragged I reckon.” He seen the look on her
face, wondering what she was thinking.
If she was regretting what they’d done.
“What’s on yer mind darlin’?”
“What are we now, Mark?”
Nicoya asked way out of left field, raking a hand through her black hair, and
sighed heavily. “I mean, was this a
one-time deal or what?” She was so confused right now and sighed heavily, taking
her glass of wine, and took a swig of it before setting it back down.
Mark frowned, walking
over to sit on the edge of the bed, reaching out to take her hands in his. “I would hope we’re still friends, Nico.” He
said gently. “I’d like fer us to be
somethin’ more, but that’s up to you, darlin’.
I’m not goin’ to rush or force ya into anythin’ yer not ready for or
don’t want.”
“So you fucked me in the
shower all so we could be friends?” She questioned, her voice incredulous, and
shook her head as she stood up from the bed, feeling her blood boiling as she
took a few deep breaths to calm down.
“I’m sorry, Mark, but I don’t have sex with friends. I have sex with men who want to be with me or
men who I THINK want to be with me.
Though you’re the first in two years.” She was so mad right now, she was
seeing red, but she didn’t want to lose her temper as she walked over to the
window and crossed her arms in front of her chest.
Mark frowned, getting up
and walking over to turn her around, staring down intently in her eyes. “Listen Nico, yer takin’ what I said wrong.”
He said slowly. “I WANT to be with ya, I
was tryin’ to be considerate since I didn’t know what you were feelin’.” He
shook his head slightly. “You’ve been
through the mill, Nico, I just want you to be comfortable with me. And I didn’t fuck you so we could be friends
either. I made love to ya in hopes we
could be more.”
“What are we going to
tell Alyssa? Mark, what if we don’t work
out?” Nicoya started crying softly now as she lowered her head, burying her
face in her hands, and shook her head back and forth, sniffling a little. “I don’t want to hurt my little girl
again. I did it once when I had her with
John instead of someone who actually waned to be with me. Do you know how many times I’ve overheard her
talking in her room to her dolls about how much she loves you and wants you to
be her father?” She questioned, sounding both heartbroken and conflicted as she
wiped her tears away. “I want to be with
you too, Mark. I haven’t felt like this
in so long, but I need to think of my daughter first.”
Mark felt his own heart
break at hearing what Alyssa confided to her dolls. He didn’t honestly know what to say
either. If they didn’t work out, Alyssa
would be heartbroken. And who’s to say
they’d somehow manage to remain on good terms if that happened? He didn’t want to hurt Alyssa, but at the
same time, he felt like if he walked from Nicoya right now and pretended
tonight hadn’t happened, he’d be denying his own heart. “Ya gotta do what you think is best for
Alyssa.” He said finally in a gentle tone of voice. “I don’t want her getting’ hurt anymore then
you do, darlin’.”
“Can I trust you?” Nicoya
whispered out, finally staring up into his emerald green eyes, her own filled
with conflicting emotions, and sniffled a little as she felt a tear slide down
her cheek. “I already know Alyssa
does. I already know she loves you with
all her heart and soul. You have no idea
how much she loves you, Mark. No idea
whatsoever.” She started crying again, wishing she would’ve had Alyssa with
Mark instead of John.
Mark was mildly taken
aback at that question. Hadn’t he shown
her she could trust him? He’d cared for
Alyssa like she was his own, wished in his secret heart she was his own. Done his best to protect her from John and actually
beaten the punk down for her. “I’d never
do anythin’ to hurt you or Alyssa, Nico.” He promised, his green eyes sincere.
Nicoya finally calmed
down enough to stare up at him, into his eyes, and nodded before walking over
to him. She stood on her tiptoes and
kissed his lips softly, wrapping her arms around his neck, and pressed her
forehead to his. “I trust you, Mark.”
She whispered, caressing his face with her hand, and kissed him again before
taking his hand, entwining their fingers together. “Do you want to…stay with me tonight or…go
back to your own room?” She quietly asked, praying he wanted to stay with her.
Mark raised her hand up,
kissing the tips of her fingers. “I’d
love nothin’ more then to stay with ya, darlin’. “ He whispered, leaning
forward to brush his lips against hers.
“Know what we’re goin’ to tell the munchkin?”
“I have no clue, but she
is going to get a Hell of a surprise in the morning.” She giggled quietly and
took his hand in hers, leading him over to the bed. She pulled the comforter back, smiling when
Mark shed his shirt, but left his pants on before sliding in bed with her. She sighed in contentment when he pulled her
into his arms, spooning up against him, and kissed his arm as she tucked her
head beneath his chin. “Good night,
Mark.” She whispered softly, entwining their fingers together, and closed her
eyes, not having felt this relaxed and content in eight long years.
Chapter 20
“Hey Mom, I can’t find
my-” Alyssa froze, having walked out of the room without looking up, busy
shifting through her bag. Though she
dropped the bag, her blue eyes wide, frozen on the scene before her. Her mother and Mark were LYING in the
bed…TOGETHER! All tangled up. “WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?”
Nicoya literally shot up
in bed, her eyes widened, her black hair tousled, and stared at her daughter
with startled midnight blue eyes.
“Alyssa Marie! Why are you
raising your voice?” She pressed a hand over her racing heart, trying to
breathe again. “You scared your mother
to death!”
“Mom, you’re in bed with
Mark! I’m scared to death!” Alyssa shot
back, scrambling up on the bed and standing between them, looking back and
forth between the two.
Mark, not generally a
morning person, pried his eyes apart and murmured huskily, “Mornin’ angel.”
“I asked a question!” She
exclaimed, her tone demanding, and placed her hands on her hips, her lips
pursed tightly together.
Sighing heavily, Nicoya
raked a hand through his hair and bit her bottom lip, wondering how she was
going to explain this to her daughter.
“Uhh…” She didn’t know what to say honestly and scrunched her face up in
confliction again. “You see, Alyssa…What
happened was…”
Mark propped himself up
on his elbow, tugging Alyssa down so she was sitting in between them. “What would ya say if yer momma and I got
together, angel?” He asked softly, trying to wake up fully.
“Like…together,
together?” Alyssa asked, looking both shocked and hopeful as she clasped her
hands together.
“Yeah together,
together.” Mark replied with a smile, loving how cute Alyssa was and the words
she used to identify things.
“COOL!” She squealed out
in excitement, her big blue eyes sparkling with happiness, and all of her teeth
were showing in the smile that crossed her face.
“Now, I don’t want you to
get your hopes up, Aly because we might not work out…” Nicoya stated, running a
hand up and down her daughter’s arms, seeing the hope shining in her blue eyes,
and it broke her heart. If her and Mark
didn’t work out, it would tear Alyssa apart, which is what Nicoya was scared of
happening. “We’ll just take it day by
day and see where it goes, alright?”
Alyssa nodded in
understanding, crossing her fingers in her lap, and prayed they stayed together
forever as she asked, “So, what’s next?”
“Whatta ya mean, angel?”
Mark asked, his voice still gruff with sleep, and yawned loudly as he covered
his mouth with his hand.
“Are you guys goin’ to
share a bedroom from now on? Cause I
need warning, I don’t like walking in on you.” Alyssa stated, having literally
been scared to death upon seeing Mark and her mother in the same bed sleeping
together. She didn’t want that to happen
again, especially if they were naked.
For an eight year old, she knew WAY more than what she should’ve.
“Christ…” Nicoya groaned,
slapping her face with her hand, and shook her head as she turned red. “Alyssa, I don’t think that’s something you
need to know.” She gently scolded, not believing how much her eight year old
knew, and sighed. “As for Mark staying
with us, I’m not sure about that either…” She peered over at him.
Mark shrugged one bare
shoulder, smiling at her, his green eyes twinkling slightly, and replied, “Well
darlin’, we can keep our own hotel rooms, share one or start getting’ them big
ol’ suites with separate bedrooms all around.” He suggested, shrugging again,
even though he didn’t plan on sleeping alone without Nicoya by his side ever
again.
“They really have those?”
Alyssa asked curiously, her eyebrows drawn together. When Mark nodded, she went on with her
questions, wanting to know more. “Wow,
they must cost a lot. Are you rich,
Mark?”
“I’m not scrappin’ fer
anythin’.” Mark replied candidly, not wanting to get into the whole financial
talk with this little girl who entranced him in the past few months. He just smiled softly at her and patted her
hand before turning his attention to Nicoya.
“Alyssa, it doesn’t
matter if he’s rich or not. That’s not
why I want to be with him. I…care about
him…” She trailed off and sighed, raking a hand through her black hair, once
again feeling conflicted. “If you want
to share a hotel room, that’s fine with me Mark.” She told him and stood up,
smoothing out her nightgown, and looked over at her daughter. “Done with the questions now, young lady?”
“For now.” Alyssa agreed,
looking back and forth between the two curiously. Obviously bursting with more questions, but
refrained for the time being, not wanting to upset her mother.
“Now angel, what was it
you were lookin’ fer?” Mark asked, changing the subject, knowing Nicoya wasn’t
comfortable with the topic anymore.
“My underroos. I can’t find’em.” Alyssa answered promptly,
not bothered in the least, and started looking around again. Mark started coughing, burying his face in
his pillow, trying hard to suppress the overwhelming laughter that threatened
to surface.
Nicoya groaned, not
believing her daughter just said that, and sighed heavily as she started
laughing herself. “They’re in your
bedroom, where they USUALLY are.” She informed her daughter, shaking her head,
and shot Mark a look when he buried his face further in the pillow. His shoulders were shaking violently as she
walked over and started hitting him on the arm.
“Stop laughing!”
Mark snorted, unable to
stop, and echoed through amusement, “Underroos?”
Alyssa giggled, slipping
down off the bed to the floor. “No Mom,
they’re not. I looked everywhere for
them. I think you sent the wrong laundry
with the maid to be washed when we got here.” She said, having torn her room
apart looking for her drawers. “I have
no clean underroos!” She wailed, clearly not looking happy, and Mark had to
pull the pillow over his head to keep from bellowing out in laughter.
Nicoya was as red as a
strawberry by now, not believing her daughter, and sighed heavily as she looked
back at her. She walked over to her bag,
seeing Alyssa’s clothes mixed with hers, and sighed again. “They’re in my bag. I think I was either too tired or something
wasn’t clicking in my head. Now take
your underwear and go change before you kill Mark.” She then walked in the
kitchen, trying to calm herself down.
“How am I killing him?”
Alyssa asked curiously, sorting through the bag, getting a little overzealous,
and sent a pair flying over her shoulder.
She spun around to find Mark sitting up on the bed, a pair of My Little
Pony panties on his face. “Um…those are
a little small for you.” She commented, trying to keep a straight face.
Nicoya turned around and
spit out the water she just drank out of, her midnight blue eyes wide as
saucers, and cleared her throat. Her
face was turning redder than a cherry as she walked over, kneeling on the bed
and with one finger, peeled the underwear off of his head. “These are WAY too small for you, Mark.” She
agreed, dangling them from her finger, and handed them to her daughter, biting
her bottom lip as her shoulders began shaking violently, trying so hard not to
laugh.
Alyssa took the
underwear, a hand clamped over her mouth.
Finally, not able to help herself, she let out a pig-like snort that
caused her mother to start giggling, and then it turned into full-blown
laughter. Mark blinked, looking back and
forth between the pair before lunging.
Wrapping an arm around each of them, he dragged them back onto the bed
and started tickling them both at the same time mercilessly. “Mom, save me!” Alyssa squealed out,
squirming in Mark’s arm, her laughter filling the air along with her mother’s.
“How can I?! He’s got me too!” Nicoya shrieked out,
laughing hard, and went to reach for her daughter, but Mark got the upper hand
on her. Finally, she managed to grab his
full attention and passionately kissed him.
She smirked as he released Alyssa, who zoomed out of bed, and broke it,
grinning at him from ear to ear. “Now
then, go put your damned underwear on before they end up on Mark’s head
again!” Alyssa shrieked with laughter as
she hightailed it to her room, shutting the door behind her.
“Speakin’ of underwear…”
Mark murmured in a low, husky voice, keeping her pinned beneath him, and ran
his fingers down her thigh and up under her nightgown. A second later, her panties were dangling
from his fingertips in front of her.
“Mark!” Nicoya gasped,
her midnight blue eyes widened in shock, and immediately snatched them away
from him, blushing furiously. “Alyssa
could’ve seen that!” She scolded him in a whisper, smacking his chest lightly.
“Darlin’, unless she has
x-ray vision and is starin’ through that door, I don’t think you have anythin’
to worry 'bout.” Mark replied, bending down to nuzzle her neck, snatching the
panties back. He growled, nipping down
gently on her tender flesh before sliding out of the bed, stuffing her panties
into the back of his jean pocket, grinning.
Nicoya blushed more as
she shook her head, slipping out of the bed, and raked a hand through her black
hair. She quickly walked up behind him,
snatching the panties out of his back pocket, and darted in the bathroom,
slamming the door behind her, and locked it.
She giggled before starting the shower, stripping out of her clothes,
and stepped in the hot sprays, moaning at the contact. Visions of her and Mark’s love making in here
the previous night flowed through her mind, causing her body to tingle, and
sighed as she smiled. She hadn’t smiled
like this in so long or felt this good.
Mark made her feel like a real woman and that’s how she hoped it’d stay.
Mark shook his head,
chuckling softly to himself. He looked
up when Alyssa walked out now dressed.
“Hey angel.” He reached for his vest, slipping it over his broad
shoulders, and straightened it a little.
“Where’s Mom?” Alyssa
asked, browsing the room service menu, her never ending bottomless pit of a
stomach demanding immediate attention.
“In the shower.” Mark
answered, biting back a smirk, remembering that beautiful blush on Nicoya’s
flushed face he caused.
Nicoya stepped out of the
shower a half an hour later, wrapping a towel around her body, and snatched her
clothes up. She had a glow about
her. A happiness and light that shined
in her blue eyes and a never-ending smile on her face. She sighed happily, towel drying her hair,
and then brushed it along with her teeth before walking out. She looked at her daughter, shaking her head,
and immediately began blushing when Mark winked at her. She walked over to her bag, picking some
clothes out, and walked back inside the bathroom to change.
“Mom looks a bit like a
tomato today.” Alyssa commented from her spot at the table where she was busy
with her breakfast, sitting across from Mark, who was nursing a cup of
coffee. Trying to fully wake up and a
plate for Nicoya was already set.
“She does don’t she?”
Mark replied amused, winking at Alyssa before glancing towards the bathroom
door. “Hey darlin’ ya gonna come eat
with us?” He asked in a sweet, innocent tone of voice, knowing she could hear
him through the bathroom door. “Alyssa
ordered ya strawberries…”
“And cream!” Alyssa piped
in with a grin, taking another forkful of food in her mouth. Mark snorted into his mug of coffee when he
heard that, not believing she just said that.
“You two seriously need
to get a better hobby besides making fun of me.” Nicoya stated, walking out in
a pair of black dress pants with a deep purple sleeveless top that went off the
shoulder. Her black hair framed her face
while the rest was pulled up in two chopsticks.
She didn’t wear makeup, never had, and walked over to sit down at the
table. She grabbed a strawberry,
smirking at Mark, and slowly took a bite out of it, moaning at the taste. “Mmm my favorite.”
“I’m partial to the cream
myself, darlin’.” He replied, smirking when she blushed again. “Better stop with that, Nico before it
becomes a permanent condition.”
Alyssa pushed away her
empty plate, sighing contentedly, and rubbed her stomach. “Much better.
Hey Mom, if you turn red, can I call you ketchup?” She asked, looking
serious.
“No you may not.” Nicoya
replied in a growl and dropped her head forward, shaking her head, and started
eating in silence. No longer in the mood
to tease. She finished up rather
quickly, not that hungry, and pushed away from the table before going over to
open up her laptop. She had to make sure
everything was ready for that night since she had to email Vince all the new
scripts she’d done.
“Since it’s so early, I
reckon I’ll just hit the gym.” Mark said, clearing his throat, wondering what
brought on the sudden mood swing, wondering if maybe she had issues with being
teased.
“Can I come?” Alyssa
asked hopefully, wanting to spend more time with Mark, even though his mother
was dating him now.
“I don’t know, angel,
best ask yer momma that.” Mark said, hesitant about making decisions for
Alyssa. That was another bridge they’d
have to cross regarding if he could start disciplining and telling Alyssa what
she could and could not do, like Nicoya did.
“Mark, if you’re leaving
because of me, don’t. I’m not mad or
angry.” Nicoya assured him with a smile, reading his mind, and went back to
staring at her laptop. “I’m just checking
over this before sending it to Vince for approval. It’s your scripts for next week.” She
explained, looking over at her daughter, and sighed. “You are allowed to go with Mark anywhere you
want at any time as long as he doesn’t mind it, Aly.”
“Scripts for next week,
huh? How 'bout givin’ me a peek?” Mark
asked curiously, wondering what she had in store for him. “As fer the gym, I need the workout anyway,
don’t want to be gettin’ too much fatter.”
“Fat?” Alyssa stared at
him frowning. “You’re not fat, except
for maybe your butt.” Mark choked on his coffee in response, groaning since
some went down the wrong tube and it was hot.
“Alyssa Marie!” Nicoya
gasped, her eyes widened again, and covered her mouth with her hand, not
believing what her daughter just said.
“I cannot believe you said that!
Apologize to your…” She cleared her throat and trailed off, biting her
bottom lip and finally got her mind on track.
“Apologize to Mark right now, young lady!” She ordered sternly.
Mark arched an eyebrow,
having caught that ‘your’, but didn’t say a word. Just glanced at Alyssa, who looked completely
clueless that she just said something that could be considered rude. Not that he did. He just couldn’t believe she said he had a
fat butt. Were kids supposed to know
about fat butts? “Sorry Mark.” Alyssa
said finally, still trying to figure out where she went wrong.
Nicoya sighed as she
shook her head, looking at Mark apologetically, and raked a hand through her
hair. “The reason I just told you to
apologize to him, sweetheart, is because you don’t say that about anyone’s
rear-end. That was rude, Alyssa. Do you understand?” She asked her daughter,
crossing her arms in front of her chest, staring at her with a stern
expression.
“Oh.” Alyssa blinked,
looking back and forth between the adults.
“So I can’t tell Melina she has a fat butt? It’d be rude?” She questioned, sounding truly
confused. Mark raised his hand up to his
mouth, hiding his grin, and looked pointedly at Nicoya. Surely that one deserved an exception.
“Just keep your mouth
shut about peoples rear-ends, Alyssa Marie or I will punish you.” She stated in
a firm, final tone of voice, not wanting her daughter to resort to that kind of
talk, and went back to staring at her laptop.
She didn’t want her daughter to be talking about anyone in a bad
way. No matter how much they may deserve
it. She was a better person than that
and Nicoya had raised Alyssa to respect her elders.
“Yes Mom.” Alyssa replied
softly in a respectful tone of voice.
She waited a minute before looking up when Mark got to his feet and
asked, “Can I go with you?”
“Sure angel, you can spot
for me.” He told her, reaching down to pat her head. “I gotta swap clothes first.” He’d showered
quickly after his interlude with Nicoya and would take another after his
workout.
“Okay.” Alyssa gave her
mother a hug and kiss before practically dragging Mark out of the room by his
hand.
Mark shot Nicoya one
last, longing look over his shoulder, smiling at her before being yanked out
into the hallway. “Whoa Aly, don’t break
my arm!”
Nicoya smiled back at
him, winking, and sighed when the door closed.
She shook her head and stood up from the bed, beginning to clean up the
mess from breakfast, and then went back to work. She smiled when Vince’s secretary emailed her
back, letting her know they’d been approved, as always, and opened Steve’s
first. She didn’t know why, but she
wanted to get his done since it was the easiest. She might as well get started so she didn’t
have to worry about it at the arena later on that night as she began typing up
the rough draft.
Chapter 21
Steve arched an eyebrow
when he seen Mark walk out of a room with Nicoya’s daughter. Nodding to them both and continuing on his
way. He waited until he heard the little
chatterbox’s voice fade away before turning around and knocking on Nicoya’s hotel
room door. Keeping out of sight in case
she tried to close the door on him when she opened it. Nicoya looked up at the hotel room door when
she heard a knock on it, figuring Mark forgot something. He didn’t have a key card after all as she
stood up and walked over, after saving her work on her laptop. She opened the door and frowned when she
didn’t see anyone. Her eyes widened when
Steve stepped in her vision and swallowed hard, wondering what he wanted.
“Hello, Mr. Williams,
what can I do for you?” She asked hesitantly, wondering how he knew what room
she was in, and tried not to act nervous.
“Well Coya,” Steve began
conversationally, placing his foot in the door so she couldn’t close it on
him. “For starters, you could tell me
just when, or if even, you ever had plans on introducin’ me to my niece?”
Nicoya’s midnight blue
eyes widened in shock as her hand began shaking violently on the door, staring
back at her brother, and couldn’t move.
She couldn’t think. Breathe. Nothing was coming and no words were sounding
from her mouth. How in the HELL did he
find out?! What in God’s name was she
supposed to say now?
Steve caught her when she
started to sway, gently backing her into the room, and closed the door behind
him. “Calm down, Coya.” He advised,
nudging her back down onto the bed. “I
made some phone calls, includin’ one to yer mom.” He informed her, almost
honest, blunt and straight to the point about everything in his life. “Why didn’t you say somethin’? That day in the cafeteria for instance?”
Her head was spinning as
she blinked several times, trying to get the shock to wear off, and sighed
heavily as her head finally lowered. “I
never expected you to find out. It’s
been twenty years since we last seen each other, Steve. I didn’t want you to find out.” She finally
said in a low, quiet voice, sighing heavily and raked a hand through her black
hair.
Steve ran a hand over his
bald head, looking slightly confused, and replied, “Coya, twenty years or
forty, it don’t matter. We’re still
family now ain’t we?”
“I don’t know what we
are, Steve. I don’t trust a lot of men
around my daughter or me for that matter.
I’ve been through a lot in the past twenty years and I don’t want to
confuse my little girl with this. I have
enough on my plate right now.” She sighed heavily, knowing she probably sounded
like a bitch, but the fact of the matter was that Steve was the LAST person she
wanted to deal with. John was trying to
take her little girl away from her and she was still conflicted about
Mark. Nicoya felt like shooting her head
off with a shotgun.
Steve held up his hands,
stepping away, an indefinable emotion in his blue eyes. “Right, sorry, didn’t mean to waltz in and
mess up things fer ya, Nicoya.” He apologized, sounding truly hurt. “I shoulda stopped and thought 'bout
Alyssa. That is her name, ain’t it?”
“Yeah, that’s your
niece’s name.” She answered, sighing, and finally felt the tears well up in her
eyes. “I didn’t know how you’d take
finding out that your stepsister worked for the same company as you did,
Steve. I mean the last time I seen you
was when I was just a little girl and you were fifteen. I didn’t even think you’d remember me to be
quite honest, especially after our parent’s divorce.” She started crying, her
brain feeling like it was going to explode.
“Ten, rowdy as Hell,
moody over our parent’s decisions in life…” Steve shrugged awkwardly, naming
off a few of Nicoya’s characteristics.
“Coya, we were both kids back then and I’m sorry fer not recognizin’ ya,
but you’ve grown up from that little beanpole with knobby knees and a scrawny
neck.” His tone was light, playful, looking around and finally snagging a
couple tissues, holding them out to her.
“Why would I mind if ya worked for the same company as me, honey? Not like I got a claim on it…well…you know
what I mean.” He did have a claim on it.
The WWE was his stomping grounds and he only shared territory with one
other person. Mark.
“Thanks.” She whispered
softly, taking the tissues from him, and blew her nose before wiping her tears
away, sighing heavily. “I don’t
know. I figured that you’d get mad or
something. I know it sounds stupid, but
I was scared. We haven’t seen each other
in so long, but I can’t deny that it’s really great seeing you again. You’ve changed considerably.” She smiled
softly back at him and actually reached out, stroking his face with her hand,
and pulled her hand away as she blew her nose again. “I was wrong.
I’m sorry.”
“Don’t worry 'bout it,
Coya. Water under the bridge, over,
however the Hell they say it.” Steve waved her words away dismissively. “Look, if ya want me to back off and stay
outta yer and Alyssa’s lives, keep things the way they are, then I’ll do it.”
“No, I don’t want that,
Steve.” She sniffled a little, looking up into his blue eyes, and stood up,
wrapping her arms around her brother’s neck, and buried her face in it as she
began crying. Twenty years. It’d been twenty years since she’d last seen
Steve and couldn’t believe he wasn’t angry with her for joining the WWE. She’d seen him in the hallways as her
co-worker, but as far as being her brother, it’d been twenty long years. She finally pulled back, smiling back at him,
and wiped her tears away as she took a deep breath. “I want you to meet Alyssa when she returns
with Mark. They went to the workout
room, but in the meantime, we could catch up if you want?” She suggested,
having the rest of the morning to catch up with her brother.
“Sounds wonderful,
honey.” Steve flashed a genuine smile, taking her hand and guiding her back
down onto the bed, sitting beside her.
“First off, I gotta know. Is Mark
Alyssa’s dad?” He didn’t think so. She
looked nothing like him, but Mark did play the role perfectly from what he’d
observed.
“Unfortunately no.”
Nicoya answered, letting out a shaky breath, and raked a hand through her black
hair. “Her father is a moron that I
wasted eight years of my life, which is how old Alyssa is, pining for. I finally told him to shove it up his ass
when I caught him and Torrie Wilson at RAW about a year ago fucking in his
dressing room.” She explained, remorse dripping in her voice, and more tears
stung her eyes as she sighed deeply at the memory. “She’s the only good thing that came out of
those eight years.”
“Damn, that’s harsh.”
Steve murmured, the wheels of his mind already turning. Alyssa had blue eyes he’d noticed
before. Though he was fairly certain
they weren’t from Nicoya. Different
shades. Then he got to thinking about
Whorrie, which was Torrie’s nickname backstage.
The woman would fuck anything that had a dick attached to it. That woman had gotten around a lot though
there was always one asshole she seemed to wind up back with. “It ain’t Cena is it?” He asked suddenly,
feeling sick to his stomach.
Her eyes closed as the
tears spilled down her cheeks and dropped her head forward, letting him know
the answer, and sniffled a little. “I
regret having her with him, but I don’t regret having her, if that makes any
sense. I wish to God she didn’t have his
blood running through her veins, but she does, which is where she gets her
mouth from. The worst part is that John
knows that’s his daughter and he’s going to try to take her away from me. I haven’t even told Mark yet.” She started
crying harder, burying her face in her hands.
Steve wrapped his arms
around Nicoya, pulling her against him.
“Honey that man ain’t goin’ to get Alyssa. It’ll be a cold day in Hell first.” He
assured her. “How can he take her? On what grounds?”
“I kept her from him for
eight years. I never told him because of
how he treated me. He used to hit me and
abuse me, even before I had her. We were
together not even a month before I got pregnant because he refused to use
protection and I had forgotten to take my birth control.” She explained
solemnly, rubbing her arms up and down, and sighed heavily. “I have a protection order against him that
went into effect by the courts if he ever did find out about her because I
showed them everything John had done to me.
I took pictures of the abuse and they concluded they didn’t want a
little girl being raised by an abusive father.
I have full custody over her right now, but he’s got a lot of money.”
She started crying again, not believing the mess she got herself into.
Steve knew full well that
money could buy a lot of things, including normally well-meaning lawyers and
judges. “Hell honey, I got money. Mark has money. Yer one of the highest paid non-wrestling
employees, you should have a stash by now, darlin’. Hell, if not, you really think anyone would
let that slime take yer angel from ya?
Hell no!”
“I just really hope I
don’t lose her. She’s the most important
thing in my life.” She stated, meaning every word, even though her and Mark
were together. She was still having conflictions
with that and sighed as she raked her hands through her hair. “And on top of that, Mark and I are together
now. I don’t want my daughter’s heart
broken.” She sniffled and leaned against him as he held her close. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to dump all of this
on you, but if you’re going to be part of our lives, you need to know
everything that’s going on right now.”
Steve nodded, glad she’d
dumped this on him because he had every intention of having a little chat with
Cena. Then a serious sit down with Mark. “From knowing the man for many, many years
Coya, I can tell you Mark wouldn’t ever hurt you, not intentionally. He seems to love Alyssa and from the looks of
things, he cares about ya. If he proves
me wrong though, I’ll kill him for you.” That was a serious offer. “As for Cena, we’ll get that handled
straightaway, you got a lawyer?”
“No, I haven’t even
thought about that. All of this happened
in the past forty-eight hours. Last
night was Mark. The previous night was John. I was going to call my lawyer this morning
and see what can be done and if this has to go to trial.” She sniffled a little
as she explained, sighing heavily, and closed her eyes as more tears spilled
down her cheeks. “I don’t know what’s going
to happen with Mark and I right now. I’m
just trying to take it a day at a time, but I do care a great deal for him and
I know he loves Alyssa like she was his own.
It’s obvious, especially when I overhear my daughter telling her dolls
she wishes Mark was her father.”
“Wow…” Steve wasn’t
exactly sure how he was supposed to react to that. Being new at this uncle business. Though, he felt his heartstrings being pulled
in sympathy towards Alyssa. “I’ll tell
ya what honey, I’ll give my lawyer a call, have him see what can be done.” He
offered gently. “He’s a damned good one
and he owes me a favor anyways. Got him
and his family tickets to a pay-per-view a few months back.” He stroked her
back soothingly. “And with Mark, all ya
can do is take it one day at a time.”
“Thanks…bro.” She cracked
a small smile at him and wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him
tightly. She couldn’t believe how stupid
she’d been in not telling Steve about her working for the same company as him. It was fear more than anything else and she
was actually glad he’d gone snooping around.
“I bet my mother was shocked to hear from you.” She laughed, suddenly
picturing her mother’s face.
“Like you wouldn’t
believe.” Steve agreed, grinning at the memory, and could still hear her voice
in his mind. “I thought she had a heart
attack when she got on the phone. Her
husband sounds a bit like an ass though.” He commented with a frown, remember
how he’d been greeted before reluctantly being allowed to speak to his
step-mother.
“Yeah, Terry is a very
jealous man when he wants to be. He
probably thought you were another one of my mother’s ‘lovers’.” She rolled her
eyes, hating her mother’s new husband, and sighed deeply. “I really wish her and Scott would’ve worked
out.” Scott was Steve’s father and he’d been an absolute sweetheart to
Nicoya. One of the many reasons why it
broke her little heart when her mother divorced him. “How is he anyway?”
“Good. He’s doin’ real good. Divorced again and stayin’ that way he
says. She was a…well, she wasn’t a nice
woman, let’s just put it at that.” Steve replied, his blue eyes darkening for a
minute. He started to say something, but
the door opened and in walked Mark and Alyssa, both freshly showered.
“She insisted on
showerin’ in the women’s locker room after her workout.” Mark explained,
shaking his head down at the angel.
“I got to lift weights
and everything! They were sooo heavy.”
Alyssa said eagerly, looking proud of herself as she grinned. Mark held up two fingers behind her back,
mouthing the word pounds. “Um Mom…”
Alyssa was now staring at Steve curiously, wondering what he was doing there.
“Yes sweetheart?” Nicoya
asked her daughter, wiping the rest of her tears away since they never fully
stopped. She knew her daughter was
confused as she sniffled a little and blew her nose as she leaned against her
brother, sighing raggedly. It’d been an
emotional rollercoaster for her over the past few days. That was for sure.
“Uhhhh…” Alyssa glanced
up at Mark, who just shrugged his shoulders down at her, and then went back to
looking at her mother and Steve. “What’s
he doing here? Why’re you crying? What’s going on?” The questions fired back to
back, causing Nicoya to shake her head, having expected it from her
daughter. Mark sat down on the couch,
pulling the munchkin in his lap, wrapping his arms around her soothingly. He was curious about all that himself,
especially seeing Nicoya crying.
“Alyssa, I’d like you to
meet your Uncle Steve.” Nicoya announced, wiping the rest of her tears away,
and cleared her throat loudly. “Steve,
meet your niece, Alyssa Marie Harris.” She announced proudly, a smile on her
face and looked over at Mark, hoping he understood what was going on now.
Chapter 22
Alyssa stared at her mother
with an open mouth and wide eyes, finally looking at Mark then at Steve. “Is this a joke?” She demanded, specifically
recalling how she’d been told to stay away from this man.
“No joke, honey.” Steve
said softly, studying her intently, and could tell she was upset. “I’m yer momma’s brother, yer uncle.”
“What else did you forget
to tell me, Mom?” Alyssa demanded, blinking rapidly, and couldn’t believe what
she was hearing.
“Alyssa, not now
okay? Your mother has had a really hard
couple of days and the last thing I need to hear is your demands.” Nicoya
replied in a low voice, raking a hand through her hair, and shook her head back
and forth. “See what I mean about her
mouth? That’s not my mouth. That’s HIS mouth.” She said to her brother,
who nodded in response, fully understanding now what Nicoya was talking about
earlier.
Alyssa looked hurt, her
sharp little ears catching that. “I
can’t help it if you didn’t pick me a better Dad.” She said softly, slipping
off of Mark’s lap, and disappeared into her bedroom.
Mark fixed a look on
Nicoya and stated in a demanding tone of voice, “You need to go talk to her.”
“No, she needs to learn
not to demand things from me, Mark.” Nicoya argued promptly, crossing her arms
in front of her chest, and pursed her lips tightly together. “She’s eight years old and she has a mouth on
her. She’s going to learn respect or I’m
going to shove it down her damned throat.” She stated in a growl, storming into
the kitchen, and gripped the counter with her hands before hitting it. “Can I help it if I got pregnant by that
bastard?”
Steve looked at Mark,
arching an eyebrow before getting up and walking over to Alyssa’s bedroom door,
knocking softly before walking inside, closing the door behind him. Mark sighed, getting up and walking over to
stand behind Nicoya. “Coya, she’s eight
and heard a slightly negative comment from her momma that applies to her. Look at it from Aly’s point of view.” He said
softly, trying not to anger or upset her in any way, shape or form.
“She doesn’t need to know
what I keep from her and what I don’t, Mark.
She’s eight years old and my past is just that, MY PAST. She needs to learn that and stop demanding so
much information from me when it’s none of her business.” Nicoya replied
coolly, though there was still anger in her tone as she dropped her head
forward, still gripping the sink. “I’m
sorry, but sometimes she acts too much like him and it makes me feel hatred
because I don’t want her to be anything like him. I want her to be respectful and considerate,
not so damned demanding and pushy with that mouth.”
Mark sighed, stepping
away from her. The woman never seemed to
get the goddamn point until hours later.
He didn’t bother explaining the ‘see what I mean about her mouth’ and ‘it’s
HIS mouth’ comments and how it had seemed to affect Alyssa. “I gotta go pack my gear.” He said
softly. “This’ll give yer brother time
to get to know Aly without me around.
See you later?”
“Whatever.” She muttered
in reply, not turning around to face him, and raked her hands through her hair
as she sighed heavily. She honestly
didn’t care if Mark was angry with her or not.
She was going to raise her daughter the way SHE wanted, not his way or
anyone else’s. Alyssa was an angel, but
she did have a mouth on her that mirrored her father’s to a T. She loved her daughter with all her heart and
soul, but Alyssa needed to learn not to question her mother so much or demand
things from her. She was just a little
girl, but acted much more grown up than what she was.
Mark shook his head and
walked out. He knew Nicoya was doing her
best, but she was so hard on Alyssa sometimes.
Trying to raise her to be different from John when half the time Alyssa
was being a normal kid. Mouthy,
smart-assed, curious. Couple that with
the fact that Alyssa was being raised on the road. Spent all of her time around adults, plus
apparently being sheltered all rolled into one.
What did Nicoya honestly think the kid was going to be like?
After taking a few
minutes to calm down, Nicoya finally walked out of the kitchen, hearing Steve
and Alyssa talking, and sat down on the bed, looking over more scripts. That’s what she always did when she was
pissed. Escaped in her work. Her daughter was going to drive her into an
early grave at this rate, which made her sigh even more. She loved Alyssa, but sometimes the little
girl knew how to push her buttons. If
Mark couldn’t accept how she raised her daughter, then he could go to Hell
too. Nicoya wasn’t changing for nobody
and she was going to raise her daughter the way she felt was right. She would break her of the habits she
inherited from her father even if it killed her in the end.
Steve came out of
Alyssa’s bedroom looking mildly awed.
“That is one smart girl.” He said, looking over at Nicoya, walking over
to stand beside her. “Scripts? Do you ever stop workin’, honey?”
“HA! Are you kidding? If I didn’t work, you wouldn’t have a
script.” Nicoya retorted with a sigh and patted his arm as she nodded at what
he said first. “Sometimes she’s too
smart for her own good.” She raked a hand through her hair, cracking a smile
when he sat down beside her, and turned her undivided attention to him. “She hates me right now, I know it, but I’m only
doing what I feel is best for her.”
“She doesn’t hate ya,
Coya. She just wondered why you made
such a ‘mean remark’ about her. She
can’t help her genes.” Steve said softly, explaining some of what his
conversation had been with his niece.
“She just feels bad because she thinks ya hate her for bein’ like her
Dad.”
“I don’t hate her. I love my daughter with all my heart.” She
immediately stood up from the bed away from her brother and walked into
Alyssa’s room. She seen her daughter
coloring and sighed as she walked over, taking her book from her, and sat down,
pulling her into her arms. “I’m so
sorry, Aly. I didn’t mean what I said,
baby girl. You know momma loves you with
all my heart. I wouldn’t change
you. I wouldn’t change one hair on your
precious head.” She pulled back to stare into her daughter’s eyes, knowing
she’d really hurt Alyssa by what she said.
“I just think you need to stop asking me so many questions about my
past. That’s what I think our problem
has been lately.”
“I didn’t ask you a
question though, Mommy.” Alyssa said, sounding hurt. “You said I had his mouth and that was what
you meant.” She sniffled, obviously struggling to not cry. “I didn’t mean to make you mad.”
“No honey, you didn’t
make me mad. I’m just upset in general
over this whole situation. I didn’t mean
to take it out on you. I won’t do it
again, I promise.” She kissed the top of her head, stroking her hair, and began
rocking her as she sighed heavily. “You
do have your father’s mouth, Alyssa, but that’s not your fault. That’s not your problem either. You’re perfect the way you are, do you
understand?” She cupped her daughter’s face in her hands and stared into her
eyes that matched John’s to perfection.
Alyssa still looked
doubtful, but she nodded anyway, moving her face down to bury it in her
mother’s neck. “I’m sorry.” She
whispered, hiccupping, beginning to cry.
“I don’t mean to be like him!”
Nicoya started crying
along with her, tears sliding down her cheeks, and couldn’t believe how hurtful
she’d been toward her baby girl. She
loved her so much. Too much. “Don’t be sorry, Alyssa. You’re my precious angel and I love you. You can’t help how you are. I love you no matter what, alright?” She
whispered, not trusting her voice right now, and kept stroking her hair while
rocking her. The arena, her work,
everything could wait. Her daughter was
more important right now, the only person she was concerned with at the
moment. “I love you, Alyssa. Momma loves you unconditionally. Please don’t cry.”
“You a-always act so mad
at me!” Alyssa wailed, not holding back.
“I ask something and you get so mad!
I try not to be curious, but I can’t help it, you hide everything from
me…” She sniffled, wiping her nose with her shirt sleeve. “And now I’m confused because you said to
stay away from Steve, but now he’s my Uncle?”
“I know, I know baby
girl. I’m going to explain everything to
you.” Nicoya said, knowing she couldn’t hide anything from Alyssa, and wiped
her tears away. She took a deep breath
and began explaining about her and Steve’s parents marrying when she was eight
years old.
The marriage lasted two
years and then they got divorced when she was ten. That was the last time she’d seen her brother
and this was the first time they’d actually spoken personally in twenty years. Alyssa was awed by that factor and couldn’t
believe her grandmother had actually been married before her Grandpa
Terry. He was the one who hit Alyssa
while Nicoya was away and her mother allowed it to happen, which is why she
hardly spoke to her now. The next thing
Nicoya told her daughter was about her father.
She explained in not so much detail, basically indicating that John used
to hurt her mother really bad and had on and off for eight years. That’s why she kept Alyssa hidden from him
for so long. It took an hour to explain
everything to her daughter and by the time she was finished, Alyssa was staring
at her like a regular fish out of water.
Alyssa didn’t know what
to say, which was a first for her. She
normally had words or a comment, a question for everything on any
occasion. This however, had rendered her
speechless. She was eight years old,
what could she say? Yeah, she understood
most of it, had filed away what she didn’t to dwell on it later, which was a
lot. “Wow…” She finally whispered, blinking
several times.
“Yeah, wow is right. Now,” Nicoya began, smoothing out Alyssa’s
black hair, and pressed her forehead to hers, wiping her dried tears away from
her face with her thumbs. “Do you
understand now why momma kept you hidden all this time? Do you finally understand why I kept you
secretive and didn’t want you talking to anyone except for Ashy, Mattie, Jeffy,
and Ky? I was doing it to protect you
from your father and Steve, but you can see Steve now. Steve is a good person, a wonderful man, and
he wants to be part of our lives.” Nicoya explained to her daughter patiently,
never breaking eye contact with her little girl.
“I like Steve…Uncle
Steve.” Alyssa corrected with a crooked smile, her face tear streaked. “He’s funny, that and he says his bald head
is lucky.” She looked skeptical all of a sudden. “Is that true?”
“I have no idea, but I
wouldn’t doubt him.” Nicoya laughed softly and shook her head, kissing her
forehead, and hugged her daughter close to her.
“Now go wash your face and come out to spend more time with your
Uncle. We’re gonna head to the arena
with him since Mark left early.” She wasn’t about to tell Alyssa they were
already fighting, not wanting to upset her further, and gave her a reassuring
smile. “Go on, sweetheart.”
“Mark left? Why?” Alyssa asked softly, her eyebrows
drawing together in confusion. “Never
mind, I’m being too curious again.” She sighed and got up, heading into the
bathroom like she was told.
Steve looked up from his place
on the couch when Nicoya walked back out, looking concerned. “Everythin’ alright, honey?” He asked,
knowing they both had been incredibly upset.
“Yeah, I explained
everything to her about her father and you.” Nicoya replied, sighing heavily,
and closed her eyes as she ran a hand through her hair.
She walked over to the
window, wrapping her arms around herself, and looked out the window as she
closed her eyes. She knew John was going
to lash out when he found out that Steve was helping her keep Alyssa away from
him, but she honestly didn’t care. What
was going to be even worse is when John found out that she was dating Mark,
especially with how close he and Alyssa were.
Again, Nicoya didn’t care. She
hated John and hoped he died a slow, painful death for all the pain he’d caused
her to feel when all she ever did was love and care for him.
Steve glanced at the
clock, sighing, knowing if any of them wanted to make it to work on time, now
would be the time to leave. Driving was
going to take the rest of the day to get there.
“Well honey, I got to go grab my things and get on goin’. You and Alyssa wanna ride with me? Give me some more time with my niece?” He
asked hopefully, blue eyes pleading with her.
Nicoya smiled as she
turned around and nodded, pushing John firmly out of her mind at the moment
along with Mark. She knew they were
probably going to end up having it out later on, but she wasn’t concerned with
that right now. “If you wouldn’t
mind. I already told Alyssa we were
riding with you so she could spend some more time with you.” She said, walking
over, and hugged him around the neck, kissing his cheek. “Thanks for everything, Stevie.” She winked,
her nickname for him for when she was little resurfacing, still remembering
that. Even at the tender age of
ten. “Go get ready and we’ll meet you in
the hotel lobby.”
“Well at least I know yer
just as bossy today as you were at ten.” He remarked, smirking at her before
walking out, his laughter echoing in the room behind him.
“Mom, I’m packed.” Alyssa
announced, walking out of the room with her backpack of toys and duffel bag
full of clothes. “Hey, where’s Uncle
Steve?”
“He’ll meet us in the
hotel lobby. He had to go get his
stuff.” She explained, still laughing softly from what he said to her, and
shook her head before going to pack her things.
Fifteen minutes later, she was finished and took Alyssa’s hand, guiding
her out of the room. They opted for the
stairs, not wanting another elevator disaster to occur, much to Alyssa’s
relief. They smiled when Steve waved
them over, his black duffel bag over his shoulder, and went to join him. It was going to be a good two hour drive to
the arena and they were already cutting it close to being there on time.
Chapter 23
Steve never knew a child
could talk as much as Alyssa did and about so many things. The kid covered everything from the war,
wrestling, video games, music, animals...He was wowed to put it mildly. He pulled into the underground parking lot of
the arena and glanced down at Alyssa, who was sitting in between him and
Nicoya. Since he always drove a truck
and shook his head. “Honey, I’m surprise
yer not hoarse.” He commented, putting the truck in park.
“I can go all night.”
Alyssa declared, smiling up at him, having took a definite shine to her uncle
already.
“And she’s not kidding
either.” Nicoya chimed in, grinning back at an exasperated Steve, and shook her
head as she tried not to laugh. Alyssa
was a chatterbox, that was for sure and a bundle of energy, but that was her little
girl. She wouldn’t have her any other
way either as Steve cut the ignition of his truck. They got out, Steve helping his niece out and
grinned, glad Alyssa had taken so well to Steve already. Then again, she liked anyone who didn’t rub
her the wrong way.
“Hey Mark’s here!” Alyssa
pointed at Mark’s Harley with a grin on her adorable face. “1984, custom chopped with custom designed
EVERYTHING.” She informed her uncle, having spent some time with Mark learning
about motorcycles, having taken a liking to them. Even though her mother said they were
dangerous and killed.
“Well…he’s a big
man. Needs a big bike.” Steve said,
tousling her hair before glancing up at his sister. “Now what’s yer normal routine, honey? Just find yer office for the night and
hibernate? What 'bout my honey bear
here?” The questions just flew out of his mouth one by one.
“Lord, you’re as bad as
her with the questions.” She started laughing at the look on Steve’s face and
had to hold her daughter close so she wouldn’t fall over. She shook her head and kissed the top of
Alyssa’s before swinging her black bag over her shoulder. “Yes, I’m going to my office to hibernate as
you like to put it. Alyssa, you can do
whatever you want, sweetheart. Do you
want to go with your Uncle or do you want to go see Mark?” She asked, staring
down at her little girl, deciding to give her the choice for once.
Alyssa looked completely
torn in half. She had just started
getting to know her uncle and didn’t really want to end this just yet. However, Mark was one of her favorite people
in the world to hang out with. She
bobbed her head from side to side obviously debating on it. “How 'bout you and I go fer a walk then on
the way back we’ll pop in on Marky boy?” Steve offered, seeing her dilemma, and
smiled when a relieved expression came over his niece’s features.
Nicoya smiled at her
brother’s suggestion and bent down to be eye level with her, winking. “You be a good girl and listen to your Uncle. Don’t drive him too batty.” She laughed when
Alyssa scoffed playfully and kissed her forehead before hugging her
tightly. “Love you, baby girl.” She then
hugged her brother and stared into his blue eyes. “Take care of my angel or you’ll answer to me.”
She stated sweetly before walking away, waving at them, and headed to her
office for the night.
“She means it too.”
Alyssa said in a sweet voice, almost identical to her mother’s except for the
childish tinge to it. “Can we go get
something to eat?”
“Child, yer a bottomless
pit!” Steve exclaimed, chuckling though he took her hand and led the way to the
cafeteria. He’d seen her pack away her
lunch and wondered where the Hell she kept it all. Guessing she just had a seriously fast
metabolism.
“My legs are still
hollow.” She informed him with a giggle, pulling him down the hallway, her
stomach demanding attention.
Nicoya walked inside her
office, ready to get started on her work for the night. She knew Alyssa would be with either Steve or
Mark and she was in good hands, so she wasn’t worried about it. She stopped when she seen Mark sitting at her
desk, his feet propped up. Black shades
over his eyes, his tattooed sleeved arms crossed in front of his chest. Okay, so maybe Alyssa would be with her uncle
for most of the night.
“We had a slight
misunderstandin’ earlier, Nico.” He said gravely, his face not revealing
anything. “I wasn’t tryin’ to tell ya
how to raise Alyssa, so if it came out that way, I’m sorry.” He was waiting to
gauge her mood before letting anything show on his features.
“No, you were right,
Mark.” Nicoya said softly, lowering her head, and sighed as she walked over,
setting her things on her desk in front of him.
“I know you love her and what I did was wrong. You’re right.
It’s not her fault that she has that bastard’s blood running through her
veins and I’m going to try my damnest to remember that every time I start
getting angry with her. We had a long
talk after you left and I explained to her about everything. I didn’t go into detail about what John did
to me, but she got the point that he basically treated her mother like
shit. I explained to her about Steve
too.” She explained, raking a hand through her black hair, and sighed heavily
before taking out her laptop, plugging it into the wall.
Mark slowly stood up,
rising to his full height before walking around to pull her into his arms. Pushing his sunglasses back over his head so
they rested on top of his bandana, staring down at her out of intense green
eyes. “How’d she take all that?” He
asked softly, holding her close.
“She was overwhelmed, but
she finally understands why I’ve been trying to protect her all this time from
everyone. She just said wow and had this
look of disbelief on her face. She’s
only eight years old, but she’s smart as a whip, like her mother.” She grinned,
wrapping her arms around Mark’s waist, and buried her face in his chest,
sighing and inhaling his intoxicating scent.
“I’m sorry about…earlier. It was
a lot to handle at one time, Mark, but that’s still no excuse. I’m sorry.” She apologized in a whisper,
trying to keep the tears in her eyes.
“I understand,
darlin’. I understood then, but thought
it’d be best to give you some space.” He told her gently, one arm resting
around her waist, the other hand running up and down her back soothingly. Mark bent down to rest his head on top of
hers, hugging her against him tightly.
“Speakin’ of Steve, how are he and Alyssa gettin’ on?”
“Alyssa was her normal
self, chattering away about everything and anything. Steve was stunned. You should’ve seen the look on his face.”
Nicoya started giggling as she stepped away from Mark, raking a hand through
her hair, and sat on her desk, her feet dangling. She smiled when Mark walked over to stand
between her legs as she stared up at him.
“She was so conflicted when we got here because I asked her if she
wanted to stay with her Uncle or go see you.
You should’ve seen how troubled she looked. It was too adorable.” She smiled, her
midnight blue eyes twinkling. “So Steve
said he’d take her for a walk and then come see you and she got a really
relieved look on her face.”
“Well Hell, hope they
take their time on that walk, I’m not gonna be there.” Mark replied, winking
down at her before bending down to kiss her, smiling against her lips when she
draped her arms around his neck. He knew
it was only a matter of seconds before she pushed him away to get to her
work. The woman was a workaholic, but
that didn’t mean he couldn’t at least make the attempt to change her mind.
Nicoya moaned softly in
his mouth, already feeling her body light on fire for him, but knew they
couldn’t do this now. “Mark, we can’t…”
She whispered out breathlessly after breaking the kiss and moaned when his lips
trailed down her throat, causing her entire body to tremble. She ran her fingers through his silky tresses
that were in a loose ponytail. Damned if
this didn’t feel great though.
Mark moved his kisses to
the other side of her throat, then down onto her bare shoulders, adoring the
purple top she wore. It provided great
access. Finally, making a great show of
it, he pulled away from her. “Yer right,
we can’t…” He murmured, his green eyes twinkling mischievously back at her.
Nicoya was boiling over
by now as she growled at him, pulling him back to her, and grabbed his goatee,
forcing him to bend down to be eye level with her. “If you don’t fuck me right here and now, I’m
going to make you regret it.” She threatened, her midnight blue eyes darkened
over with passion and she was breathing erratically. This man drove her crazy! Absolutely insanely crazy!
“How’s that, darlin’?”
Mark replied teasingly, already guiding her down onto the desk, moving
everything off of it in one sweep. Minus
anything breakable or irreplaceable, like her laptop. “Mmm…” He bent down to kiss just over where
her shirt started, running his hands down her sides.
“You don’t want to
know. Just please, don’t stop, Mark…”
She moaned out, her eyes drifting shut, and ran her hands up and down his shirt
covered chest. She leaned her head back,
giving him even more access, and began unbuttoning his sleeveless black jean
shirt he was wearing, sliding it off his shoulders, and to the floor. “I love your chest…” She purred, sitting up
on the desk on her knees, and began pressing open mouthed kisses down his
chest. Moaning softly at how delicious
he tasted against her tongue. She ran
her nails ever so gently down his sides, smirking when she felt goose bumps
erupt.
“I noticed, darlin’.” Mark
replied, busy working off her shirt. He
bent down to kiss the top of her breasts, groaning when he felt her hands move
down to the waistband of his jeans.
“WHAT THE HELL?” Came
both Steve and Alyssa’s voices as they gawked at the scene before them, not
believing it, and blinked rapidly. Steve
immediately covered his niece’s eyes with his hand, not wanting her to see her
own mother getting ravaged by the man she admired so much.
Nicoya literally jumped
away from Mark and did a somersault over her desk, groaning when she landed on
the floor, thankful she still had her bra on.
She quickly began pulling her shirt back on, her midnight blue eyes
widened in shock, and swallowed hard, already turning redder than a strawberry. Her head was killing her from hitting the
ledge of her chair, lucky she hadn’t cracked it on the wall, and slowly peeked
over her desk. She became absolutely
mortified when she seen her daughter and Steve still gawking, even though
Alyssa’s eyes were covered, and felt like dying at that moment. “Back so soon?” She managed to ask, laughing
nervously.
“Uncle Steve…WHAT were
they doing?” Alyssa demanded, looking up at him, his hand still over her eyes,
and pushed it away.
“Don’t ask me honey, I
ain’t that sure myself.” Steve replied, looking red himself, his bald head
looking like a giant tomato. He knew
EXACTLY what was going to happen between his sister and Mark, but wasn’t about
to tell that to an eight year old.
Mark was pulling back on
his vest, his back to them, hiding his own red face. “You alright, darlin’?” He asked, glancing
down at Nicoya, knowing she’d taken a bump.
“Christ…” Nicoya mumbled,
biting her bottom lip, wondering how she was going to explain this to her
daughter. “Don’t you ever knock?!” She
finally snapped on her brother, planting her hands on her hips, her face
growing redder and redder by the minute.
She couldn’t believe they actually walked in on her and Mark. She couldn’t believe she’d been stupid enough
not to lock the door before they started!
“No offense intended,
honey, but ya should lock the door if yer…busy with a client.” Steve replied
seriously, though his blue eyes were twinkling with obvious amusement. Mark slowly turned around, rolling his eyes
when Steve winked at him. He smiled down
at Alyssa, who was still trying to understand what she just seen.
“I know.” Nicoya
grumbled, sighing heavily, and raked a hand through her hair, knowing her
daughter was more confused than ever.
“Alyssa, come here please.” She said, ignoring her brother and Mark for
the time being, and walked over to bend down before her. “Honey, I’m sorry you had to see that. I promise, it WON’T happen again, alright?”
She stroked her daughter’s hair, still clearly embarrassed, and wished her face
would stop turning red.
Alyssa arched an eyebrow,
still looking confused. “Okay, but WHAT
were you doing? Kissing?” She made a
face. “Mom that is SO gross!”
“Since when does kissin’
come without clothes?” Steve whispered, nudging Mark in the ribs.
“All depends on where yer
kissin’.” Mark replied just as quietly so Alyssa couldn’t overhear them.
“Honey, what Mark and I
were doing is no business of yours.
You’ll find out about it when you’re older. It’s for adults only.” Nicoya explained
patiently, staring down at her daughter, and glared up at her brother and Mark
when she overheard them, elbowing Mark hard in the ribs. “Do you two MIND not talking about that while
in the presence of my eight year old?” She scolded, not believing they found
this situation amusing.
“How bout we uh…vacate
while you have the um…talk.” Steve offered, trying not to smirk anymore, but it
was close to impossible at this point.
Mark nodded, agree with that wholeheartedly. He loved Alyssa to death, but he wasn’t ready
to be around for the TALK. In other
words, he wasn’t ready to discuss sex with an eight year old who he thought of
as his own daughter.
“What’s the talk?” Alyssa
asked curiously, looking shocked when Mark and Steve hauled ass out of the
office. “Mom, why’re they acting like
skunks?”
“Those bastards.” Nicoya
growled under her breath, not about to have THAT talk with her eight year old,
and felt like clocking Mark in the face along with her brother. “Never mind, Alyssa. You are too young to have the type of talk
that Mark and your Uncle were talking about.
Just go play with your toys and let momma get to work.” She then sat
behind her desk and opened up her laptop, still as red as a strawberry.
“Yer in trouble.” Steve
said conversationally, him and Mark just outside the door leaning against the
hallway wall, watching as people came and went.
“Screw you, yer in
trouble. Yer her brother.” Mark shot
back, his sunglasses back over his eyes, nudging Steve when he started
sniggering. “Knock that shit off before
I kick yer damned teeth in.”
“Come on Calaway, you
were makin’ out with her in the damned office!” Steve exclaimed, still not
believing his sister would do something that scandalous. “You KNOW people are gonna be in there all
night, what the Hell were ya thinkin’?”
“Nothin’ obviously.” Mark
muttered in response, still not believing Alyssa and this moron had walked in
on him, and sighed heavily. He’d hear it
later from Nicoya, but in the meantime, he was wondering how their talk was going.
Chapter 24
Nicoya sighed heavily as
she finally felt her cheeks stop burning, smiling over at her daughter, who was
being a perfect angel. She’d gotten half
of the scripts done and Alyssa had been busy coloring, keeping herself
entertained. She took a break and stood
up from the chair, walking over to sit on the couch by her, and looked at what
she was doing. “What are you coloring,
sweetheart?” She asked softly, kissing the top of her head.
Alyssa held up the
picture of a motorcycle she had drawn in crayon and was now filling it in. “Mark’s bike.” She said proudly, showing off
her artwork. “Like it Mommy?”
“It’s beautiful,
sweetheart” Nicoya stated, looking over it, and couldn’t believe how artistic
her daughter was. She never ceased to
amaze her and smiled, kissing her forehead again, and took a purple crayon out,
beginning to draw with her. Her crayon
took on a mind of its own, drawing skulls on the motorcycle along with a
graveyard. Nicoya was very artistic and
had a natural ability, which was where Alyssa got hers from, and leaned her
head against her daughter’s as they drew and colored together.
Steve knocked on the
door, poking his head in, and smiled when he saw it was just them, hoping
Nicoya wasn’t still angry. “Just got off
the phone with my friend.” He told her, hoping she cottoned on. His friend was another word for lawyer. “What’cha ladies doin’?”
“Coloring, Uncle Steve.”
Alyssa studied him, her eyebrow raised in question. “Hey, I got some paints. Can I do your head?”
“Huh?”
Nicoya raised an eyebrow
at her brother, catching on to what he meant, and cleared her throat as she
kissed her daughter’s head. “Keep
coloring, honey. Momma’s gotta talk to
Uncle Steve for a moment.” She then stood up from the couch and walked out into
the hallway with him, closing the door behind her, and crossed her arms in
front of her chest. “What’s the
verdict?”
“He’s gonna take yer case
of course.” Steve told her, looking surprised that she would even ask. “He said from what it sounds like, John ain’t
gonna have a snowball’s chance in Hell.
He’d like you to fax him a copy of that protection order though, as well
as any other documents you have about the entire thing, pictures. He’ll start buildin’ a defense fer ya incase
that slime wad does try somethin’.” He explained, hoping his sister was happy
with that, and smiled when her eyes shined.
“Alright, I have
everything on my laptop saved. That’s
how I got the protection order was through email from the courts and I had to
print it out.” Nicoya explained, raking a hand through her hair, and sighed
heavily, not believing the mess John was causing. She kissed her brother’s cheek, thanking him,
and got the information she needed before walking back inside to start faxing
it. The scripts could wait. She had to do this now before John decided to
pull something, which she knew he would.
He was that predictable.
“Mom, you’re not
working.” Alyssa commented, looking surprised and mildly startled as she walked
over to stand beside her mother, peering at the laptop. “What’cha doing?”
“I’m emailing Uncle
Steve’s friend some things for him.” She half lied, smiling down at her
daughter, and continued printing out the documents so she could fax them
over. She had a fax machine in her
office so as soon as they printed out, she was doing it immediately. “Don’t worry, Aly. Nothing is wrong, honey, but momma just needs
to take care of this before starting the scripts again.” She kissed her
forehead reassuringly.
“Okay…I was just curious
because you hardly EVER stop working.” Alyssa still sounded mildly
disturbed. This was a bit…different for
her to see. “Hey, can I go see
Mark? I haven’t gotten to see him
tonight, but that once and then he ran on outta here like a chicken.”
Nicoya giggled softly at
her daughter, remembering that, and nodded.
“Yeah, go see your hero.” She smirked when Alyssa groaned, laughing
more, and watched as her daughter walked out of her office. She knew John wouldn’t try anything,
especially when Steve and Mark were lurking around. He wasn’t THAT stupid to try something when
Mark’s dressing room was next to her office.
~One Week Later~
John stared at the door
before him, wondering if she should knock or pick the lock. It was after the show and he knew Nicoya was
here. Mark and Steve had taken Alyssa,
HIS FUCKING DAUGHTER, out for a late night dinner. How did he know all this? He kept his damned eyes and ears open. Knowing Nicoya, she was either in the tub
soaking with some Tequila Rose or a glass of wine or just getting out of the
tub. He decided to knock and moved so he
was out of her line of vision.
Nicoya ran a hand through
her hair, just stepping out of the Jacuzzi, and was wearing a dark pink
nightgown that went down to her knees.
She had her black silk robe on and her hair was damp from the shower she
just got out of. She couldn’t stand to
go to bed with chlorine filled hair. Not
her cup of tea. Mark and Steve had taken
her daughter out for a late night dinner, after Alyssa insisted that she
refused to eat room service, and wanted some place with a table. She sighed when she heard a knock on the door
and knew Steve didn’t have a key card and Mark probably forgot his. She opened it and frowned, not seeing anyone
there, and sighed as she shook her head, shutting it and turned around, heading
for the bed.
John caught the door with
the tip of his toe, smirking and sliding in, letting the door close behind
him. He leaned against it, arms folded
across his chest and studied Nicoya’s back with a predatory gleam in his blue
eyes. “Thanks, by the way, for letting
me know you jumped the gun and got a lawyer, Coya.” He said from behind,
smirking when she jumped and spun around to face him.
“Get out right now!” She
shouted at him, her midnight blue eyes widened, not believing she’d been stupid
enough to answer the door without looking through the peephole first. That was a bad habit on her part as she
pointed to the door. “I mean it, John! You have no right being in here! It’s none of your business if I got a lawyer
or not! Now get out!”
“I’m here, Coya, because
I wanted to talk to you about Alyssa.” John said, not moving an inch, not fazed
by her in the slightest. “I could care
less if you got a lawyer, pray he’s better than mine. I want to see MY daughter, you know, the one
you kept HIDDEN from me for eight fucking years.”
“Trust me, I have no
doubt in my mind or heart that my lawyer is better than yours. Matter of fact, I faxed him over the
protection order I have against you for MY daughter. She’s not your daughter, you’re not even on
her birth certificate, John. I sent him
the pictures of what you did to me, everything.
How bad you used to beat me up.
Everything is in his folder so, like my brother said, you have a
snowball’s chance in Hell of winning this one.” Nicoya stated in a vicious,
heartless tone of voice, crossing her arms in front of her chest, and raised an
eyebrow. “You’ll never see Alyssa
because she wants nothing to do with you, especially after I told her how you
used to treat her mother.”
“Well if I’m not on the
birth certificate, not legally her father, how the Hell you planning on keeping
me away from her then, hmmm?” John asked sweetly, taunting her with his blue
eyes. “Sounds like you can keep ME away
from YOU, but not Alyssa. Prove I’m a
threat to her, after this entire time, darling.
There IS a second chance statute.
Hope you enjoy facing me in court, Coya.
We’re going to have a really, REALLY good time.” He took a step towards
her, his eyes flashing dangerously.
Nicoya took a step back
when he took that step forward, staring right into his blue eyes that were
positively devious, and cleared her throat.
“You still don’t get it, John. You
still don’t get the reason why I kept her hidden from you after all these
years. Are you THAT dense in the
head? Look at you! You’re this emotional rollercoaster who used
to hit me whenever I wouldn’t do something right or give you what you
wanted! Do you HONESTLY believe that you
can win in court after I tell them all the shit you did to me and have proof
with pictures to back it up? You don’t
have a chance in this, John, so just walk away while you still can. I don’t want anything from you. I never did, except your heart, but you were
too busy sticking your dick up poontang pies left and right to notice. I was going to tell you about her every time
we got back together. I was giving you
SIX months and you couldn’t even make it to the third without striking me.” She
sounded disgusted, but never moved and never took her eyes away from him.
“Can I help it if you
were a bitch?” John asked flatly, uncrossing his arms in front of his
chest. “And FYI sweetness, you need to
double check your shit. YOU say I’m
unstable, the psych exam I had to take last week when I went to press my case
over OUR daughter, says I’m in perfect mental health. The unstable bit, well that’s-” He was over
against her in a heartbeat, pinning her to the wall, her arms over her head,
her legs blocked by his and a hand over her mouth. “Our little secret now isn’t it?”
Tears were already
shining in her midnight blue eyes as she stared back at the monster she used to
love. That she’d been with on and off
for eight years and blinked, feeling them slide down her cheeks. She managed to rip his hand away from her
mouth and stared at him coldly. “Just
remember, anything you do to me now WILL reflect on you in court, John.” She
stated in a low, even tone of voice, refusing to show fear, even though it shone
in her eyes.
John’s blue eyes sparkled
with malicious intent, a smirk curving his cruel lips. Anyone who could see him now would never
believe this was John Cena from the WWE.
This was a stark raving madman who was dangerous. “Here’s the catch, Coya: YOU have to be CONSCIOUS to tell them who did
it.” He held onto her wrists with one hand, tight enough so he knew he was
hurting her, and grabbed her hair with the other, wrenching her head back. “This would all be a lot easier if you’d just
let me see her, Nicoya.” He said flatly.
“As it is-” He banged her head back against the wall. “You’re not going to be seeing anything for a
while.”
Nicoya cried out in pain
as he banged her head repeatedly against the wall, finally feeling her body
slumping down it, and felt him release her wrists. He’d only done it a few times and she was
trying to shake the cobwebs from her brain, but it was too fuzzy. “STOP IT, JOHN!!” She screamed out at him
when he grabbed her by the back of her hair, pulling her up, and groaned when
he shoved her into the dresser, causing everything to fall to the floor and
smash.
“What was that,
Coya? You want more?” John asked
conversationally. “I always knew you
were a fucked up bitch…Here.” He easily pulled her to her feet, smirking down
at her wickedly. “You’re bleeding baby,
like blood huh? Well, I can give you
blood.” He grabbed the back of her nightgown and her head, pulling her back
before sending her flying over the couch and into the entertainment center. Watching impassively as it all crashed down
around and on her, walking over to
survey the damage. “You still awake,
love?”
Blood was pooling from
her forehead, having been sliced by several sharp corners of the entertainment
center, and closed her eyes. She knew
she was defeated and trembled before stopping.
“Alyssa…I…love…you……” She finally allowed the darkness to claim her body
after struggling to whisper those four words, her body going limp, and lay
prone on the floor beneath the entire entertainment center.
“Aww how sweet.” John
muttered, rolling his eyes in disgust.
“Well I’ll be SURE to give her the message!” He giggled evilly, actually
sounding deranged. John studied his
handiwork before his eyes lit up as an idea popped into his sick mind. HE stepped around the mess carefully, not
about to leave any trace of himself there, and picked up her hand. “Messy, messy, messy…” He sighed, raising her
hand to her blood face before looking around.
“Perfect!” John smirked, spotting a piece of paper nearby and pulled it
over. “Alyssa I Love You.” He muttered
as he used her bloody fingers to scrawl that message out on it. “Beautiful.” John smirked down at her one
more time before slipping out of the room.
The hotel room was
trashed. Looking like a tornado ripped
through it. Nicoya’s hand was sticking
out of the entertainment center, the note in her hand. Though anyone would half the brain would know
John did this to her. She laid there
prone, her pulse weak along with her heartbeat as the blood pooled around her
head from her forehead. Her arms and
legs were scrapped up, trickles of blood getting on the white carpeting below.
“Hey Mom, we brought you
something to eat, it’s-MOOOOOMMMMMMMMM!!!” Alyssa screamed, dropping the bag of
food she was holding, her eyes almost popped out of her skull at the scene before
her. “MARK!”
Mark burst through the
door, followed by Steve and instantly assessed the scene before him, panicking
though he took command when he seen Steve was about to be sick. “Take Alyssa to your room now!” He ordered,
picking her up and handing her to her uncle.
“Momma will be fine, angel, I promise.” He assured her, cupping her chin
in his hand for a minute before pushing Steve out of the room. He quickly called for an ambulance before
dropping down beside her, not touching her.
“Nico…please be okay, darlin’.” He whispered, blinking back tears.
The ambulance was there
in record time, EMT’s bursting out of the back, and rushing up to the
room. They plowed through the door, shoving
Mark out of the way, and actually stopped to stare at the damage before
them. It was a good thing there was no
television in the entertainment center or else she could’ve been crushed to
death. Piece by piece, as carefully as
possible, the EMT’s lifted the carnage off of her, until there was nothing
left. They carefully rolled her body on
the gurney before strapping her down, lifting her up on the stretcher. The note dropped out of her hand and landed
on the floor at Mark’s feet as they carted her out of there, announcing she had
a weak pulse.
Mark frowned, crouching
down to stare at the note. Though he
didn’t touch it. His eyes narrowed when
he read it, knowing damned well this wasn’t Nicoya’s work. For one, the woman wasn’t suicidal. Depressed occasionally maybe. Suicidal, Hell no. Secondly, there was no way in Hell she
could’ve done all of this damage by herself. He gritted his teeth, moving aside
when the police strolled in and answered their questions, pointing out the note
before demanding an actual detective be sent up. Once he got his wish, he went to collect
Alyssa and Steve to go to the hospital, praying Nicoya was still alive when
they arrived.
Chapter 25
Several hours later, a
man with a blood covered scrub walked out looking exhausted, holding a
clipboard in his hand. “Family of Nicoya
Harris?” He called out tiredly, his gray hair going to his ears, finely
trimmed, and his green eyes looked like they were about ready to droop. Though he was wide awake surprisingly.
Mark stood up, cradling a
sleeping Alyssa against him. She’d
finally lost the battle after crying for hours on end and succumbed to
sleep. “We’re her family.” He said
gravely, following Steve over to the doctor.
Steve just stared at the doctor, unable to actually voice anything at
the moment. His mouth wasn’t working,
though the question clearly in his eyes was simple. Was she alive?
“Nicoya is in stable
condition and she’s resting comfortably.
Miraculously, nothing is broken, but she is going to be sore for the
next several weeks. The entertainment
center didn’t really do much damage, but she was cut up pretty badly and she
has bruises around her wrist. Something
tells me that whoever did this wasn’t thinking clearly when they were doing
it.” The doctor explained, cracking a smile when the men sighed with great
relief, and seen the little girl in the green eyed man’s arms. “She does have a bandage wrapped around her
head and we’re not sure if she has brain damage or not. Her MRI results should be back within the
next few hours and we’ll determine it when.
Though there was swelling in the brain, which is why she’s in a coma
right now. It is expected she will wake
up and recover fully from this and she does have multiple bandage on her legs
and arms.” He finished, sounding exhausted himself. Though the blood on his scrubs had been from
her head wound along with her lacerations.
“Coma?” Steve echoed,
worry evident in his tone of voice and in his blue eyes. “How long till she comes outta it, doc?” Mark
was blinking, listening to the extent of her injuries, grateful some of them
weren’t as bad as they looked. Pissed
because he knew who had done this. It
was so obvious that even a blind man could see it coming.
“It’s hard to say at this
point, sir. It could be anywhere from a
day to years from now on. But I assure
you that it shouldn’t be that long. If
you want my honest opinion, I would say once the swelling goes down in her brain.”
The doctor replied honestly, sighing heavily, and felt his heart go out to
these men that this woman obvious meant a great deal too. “Are there any other questions?”
“Can we see her?” Mark
asked, shifting Alyssa so her little head was lolling on his shoulder. Steve reached over to take his niece, holding
her against him, pressing a kiss to her forehead. She’d been the first to see Nicoya and he
knew she was going to wake up with issues that’d probably require some serious
counseling.
“Yes, down the hallway,
first on the left. Room 392. All of you are welcome to go see her.” He
answered, patting the big man on the shoulder, and walked away to tend to his
other patients.
Mark took a deep breath
and led the way to Nicoya’s room, halting in the doorway when he seen her. Tears pricking his eyes again. He hadn’t cried in years. Now to be doing it twice in one night…that
was how much it hurt him to see her like this.
“Goddamn…” He whispered, stepping in and walking over to the bed, taking
her hand in his instantly. Steve buried
is his face in Alyssa’s hair, unable to look at his sister, his heart breaking
at how frail she looked.
Nicoya was lying prone on
the hospital bed, pale, and no color in her cheeks. She had a huge white bandage wrapped around
her head from having it rammed repeatedly against the wall. Not to mention the huge laceration that was
across her forehead, courtesy of the entertainment center. She had an IV stuck in her arm to keep her
hydrated and she had bandages on her arms and legs. Even though her legs were covered by the
hospital blanket. There were little cuts
on her neck and her wrists had nasty blue, purple and black mixed bruises
around them. They were
fingerprints. That’s how clear they
were.
Mark was physically
shaking, rage slowly building inside of him.
Though he was repressing it at the moment. He knew the best way to get to John was
through the courts and after this, it shouldn’t be a problem. Then there was in the ring. Everyone thought that was phony anyway. Some ‘cartoon violence’ wouldn’t hurt and he
planned on making John pay dearly for what he’d done to Nicoya.
“Alyssa…” A voice sounded
hours later in the room, causing both Mark and Steve’s heads to snap up, and
groaned as her head began pounding in her ears.
“Don’t hurt her…John…” She croakily whispered out, her eyes still closed,
tears sliding down her cheeks freely.
Her throat was raw from screaming and crying and she could barely
talk. “Don’t hurt her…”
“Sssshhhh darlin’.” Mark
cooed, crouching down so his head was level withers, squeezing her hand gently,
letting her know he was there. “Aly’s
fine, Nico, she’s right here with me and Steve.” He whispered, looking
helplessly in her brother’s direction.
Steve shrugged, not
knowing what to do other than walk over to the bed, thanking god Alyssa was
still asleep so she couldn’t see this.
“She’s right here with me, honey.” His soft voice sounded, stroking the
little girl’s hair.
“Mark?” She whispered out
in question, holding his hand, and gave it a weak squeeze as her heart began
pounding vigorously in her chest at the thought of what happened. “John…John’s gonna hurt her! You…have to protect her…please!!” She started
crying, not realizing her daughter was in Steve’s arms and coughed, which
caused her heart rate to rise even more.
“Calm down, darlin’.” Mark
urged, looking at the machine, frowning when he heard it beeping. “Nico, ya gotta calm down, baby. Alyssa is here with us. Ain’t nothin’ goin’ to happen to her.” He
frowned when the nurses rushed in, stepping out of their way, looking at Steve
worriedly.
“What’s happenin’ to
her?” Steve demanded, his blue eyes hooked on her pulse rate and the machine
that was monitoring her heart.
The nurses stopped when
her heart rate slowed down instantly at the sound of Alyssa’s voice, causing
Nicoya’s eyes to open, and felt the tears of relief upon seeing her baby girl
course down her cheeks. “Alyssa…” She
swallowed hard, her body racked with pain, but she was happy that John hadn’t
touched her daughter. That’s all she was
concerned about at the moment.
Alyssa had woken up when
she heard her mother and remained quiet until now. “I’m right here, Mommy. He didn’t touch me.” She assured her mother
in a quiet voice. “Mark and Uncle Steve
kept me safe. I didn’t even see him.”
Mark shot a startled glance at Alyssa, not believing how calm she was being
about this.
“Thank god…” She
whispered softly, staring straight at her daughter, and actually smiled as she
swallowed hard. She didn’t pay attention
to Mark or Steve as she kept her eyes focused on her daughter and nodded slowly
before sitting up, wincing, and groaned in pain. “Don’t, I’m fine.” She told the nurse. “I’ve been through much worse than this.” She
assured her, refusing to have medical attention and touched her forehead,
sighing when she felt another bandage.
“Now THERE’S a comforting
thought.” Alyssa muttered sarcastically before squirming, nodding when Steve
set her on the edge of the bed, and reached out to lay her hand on her mother’s
leg.
Steve pulled a chair up
to the bed, staring at his sister. “Mark
got a detective to come in and look around, honey. He found a lot of evidence.” He informed his
sister, knowing she’d want to know what was being done for what happened to
her.
Mark nodded and chimed
in, “Enough to lock his ass away for a long time.” If they ever found the sly
son of a bitch, both men added silently in their minds, hoping they did.
“He thought I wouldn’t
remember. What a stupid prick.” She
muttered under her breath, swallowing again, and looked over at her
brother. “Can you get me a glass of
water please?” She asked in a raspy voice and then turned her attention to her
daughter, running her finger down her cheek gently. “Are you okay, Alyssa? I know that’s a stupid question, but momma
wants to make sure you’re going to be alright after this…”
Alyssa inhaled deeply,
looking quite serous, and replied, “Mom, I think I may need therapy.” Mark knew
that was coming, he thought they all needed therapy after seeing that,
especially her. Eight years old and
walking in on that carnage wasn’t exactly vital to a child’s mental
stability. Steve walked back in with the
glass of water, holding it out to his sister before taking a seat in the chair
he’d pulled up to the bed.
“Thank you.” She
whispered, downing the cup of water, and handed it back to him, finally finding
her real voice. “I told him whatever he
did to me will reflect on him in court.
There won’t be a case after this.” She reached over, ignoring everything
else she was hooked too, and pulled her daughter against her chest, stroking
her hair as she sighed, tears in her eyes.
“I’m sorry you had to see that, Aly.
I never meant for you to see something like that, sweetheart.” She
buried her face in her hair and started to silently cry.
Alyssa gently hugged her
mother, making soothing noises. “It’s
not your fault, momma.” She whispered, her voice calming and soft. “You didn’t know what that bad man was going
to do…Don’t cry, Mommy. Please don’t
cry.” She pleaded, sounding on the verge of tears herself, shooting Mark and
then her uncle a helpless look. As if to
say what should she do now.
“I thought he was going
to hurt you…” She whispered out raggedly, holding her daughter even tighter to
her, and sniffled a little as she pulled back to wipe her tears away. “No more.
No more damn it.” She stated, staring into her daughter’s eyes, and ran
her finger down her cheek, tears spilling down her own. “I love you, Aly.”
“I love you too, Mommy.”
Alyssa whispered, carefully moving her head up to kiss her mother’s
forehead. “Can Mark and Uncle Stevie
please beat him up?”
“That gal is definitely
my niece.” Steve said, sounding a tad proud.
Though he reached out to pat her arm gently. “Honey bear, we gotta do this a different way
than with violence. Violence don’t solve
nothin’. Right Mark?” He turned to face
his best friend, eyebrow quirked, hoping he just agreed for now.
Mark tore his eyes away
from Nicoya, not sure if he agreed with that statement right now, but nodded
for Alyssa’s sake and muttered, “Yeah, right.”
Nicoya already knew what
she was going to do, keeping her eyes on her daughter, and tapped her nose with
her finger. “We’ll deal with this.” She
promised softly, holding her close to her body, and sighed heavily as she closed
her eyes. She ended up falling asleep,
the wheels in her head spinning, and knew what she had to do.
~Three Days Later~
Nicoya felt the tears
spill down her cheeks as she packed, knowing this was going to hurt her brother
and Mark, but she couldn’t do it anymore.
She had nightmares upon nightmares about John attacking her and then her
daughter. Those were too much for her to
take when it came to Alyssa. She sighed,
wearing a pair of blue jeans and a t-shirt, Alyssa sleeping peacefully, and
zipped up the final suitcase. She’d
called Vince, sending him her release, needing to get away with her daughter,
especially with John still lurking around.
The detectives and police
completely threw out her attack, calling it homicidal, and they couldn’t pin
anything on John. Steve had been a fool
when he told her there’d been evidence that pinned against John and Nicoya knew
she should’ve expected nothing less.
John was rich and money talked, which is probably why he paid off the
police department and detective to keep their mouths shut. She knew this was the only way to escape
John’s grasp and to keep her daughter out of harm’s way. Out of his life, period.
She sighed heavily,
finally finishing the packing, and walked into her daughter’s room. She wasn’t going to wake her as she picked
Alyssa up in her arms from the bedding, smiling when her legs wrapped around
Nicoya's waist, small arms around her neck.
Mark was staying in his own hotel room, deciding to give her space,
which broke her heart because it made her think that he didn’t want to be with
her. That was fine though. She didn’t need Mark or anyone except her
baby girl. He’d been distant from her
over the past three days and Nicoya refused to allow him to break her heart.
Grabbing her key card,
keys, purse and bags, Nicoya looked around one final time and walked out of the
room, the door closing ominously behind her, and proceeded to walk away from
the WWE and, more importantly, Mark.
Mark stared around the
empty hotel room, raking a hand through his hair, trying to figure out what the
Hell was going on. He walked into
Alyssa’s room, his heart breaking when he seen this room was empty too. Something told him Nicoya had run. He couldn’t believe she would actually do
something like this, but at the same time, he didn’t blame her. John had done a nice number on her both
physically and mentally. Not to mention
her emotions were probably going haywire right now and more than likely she
wasn’t thinking clearly.
It probably didn’t help
the fact that Mark had grown distant from Nicoya in the past three days after
she was released from the hospital, but he couldn’t help it. He’d been scared to death that she was going
to die in that hospital when they walked in seeing her trapped under the entertainment
center. Mark had never, in his entire
life, been so scared and decided to give her some space to sort out of her
emotions and thoughts. He didn’t want to
bombard her and tell her he was in love with her because that would’ve probably
scared her away further. He couldn’t
deny it though. He was completely in
love with her and hated himself now for driving her away when he should’ve been
pulling her closer to him.
Mark sank down onto the
edge of the bed, burying his head in his hands, staring down at the floor. He frowned, seeing something peeking from
underneath the bed, and bent down to pull it out. The shards of his heart all leapt, jabbing
his chest painfully. What he was holding
was a small, perfectly detailed, model replica of his Harley. Something he had made for Alyssa when she
professed she wanted it. His angel was
gone and Mark wondered if he would ever saw her again as he dropped his head
forward.
One single tear slid down
his cheek and landed on the carpeting below as he held the model in his hand
tightly, not to the point of crushing it.
Chapter 26
“Alyssa, come here
please!” Nicoya called out to her daughter, who just turned eleven, not
believing it’d been two years since she’d left the WWE behind. Left everything behind. Left Mark behind. It hurt at first, she wasn’t denying it, but
as time passed by, it got a little easier.
Her nightmares vanished as soon as she left that life and now here she
was with her beautiful little girl, who was growing up fast. They lived on the Atlantic Ocean in a beach
house that was secluded and covered by trees.
She smiled as Alyssa played in the sand with their golden retriever,
Harley. Alyssa had named him and even
though he was still a puppy, he was big.
“Mom! Harley’s found something!” Alyssa laughed,
wrinkling her nose as she squatted down to dig alongside him. Her hair tousled from the breeze, her skin
tanned due to living outside all the time, and she was getting tall. Knocked knees and all. “Oh!
Hey! Look at this one!” She
exclaimed, holding up a giant conch shell.
“How do you think it got here?”
“Wow, no idea, but that’s
definitely one we can add to our collection.” She smiled down at her daughter,
rubbing her hair with her hands, and kissed her forehead before petting
Harley’s head.
Alyssa had started
collecting conch shells, after getting over the fact that she would never see
Mark again. That had been truly
difficult for the little, but Nicoya did what she thought was right and hadn’t
regretted it. She explained to Alyssa
that Mark’s life and her Uncle’s could be in danger if they stayed with the WWE
and that’s why she left. Also, she was
terrified of Mark and the feelings she’d gained for him. Though she would never admit that to her
daughter.
Alyssa smiled, turning to
look out over the water, for a moment her thoughts straying to her uncle and to
Mark. While she let her mother think
whatever she thought, Alyssa never forgot about either of them. She spent a lot of time down here on the
beach wondering if they missed her. If
they thought about her at all and the thought of them not doing it forced her
heart to clench in her chest painfully.
She understood why her mother ran away, but at the same time, she wanted
to smack her for being so stupid. Her
thoughts were jolted when she heard a voice behind her and felt her eyes widen
as she whipped around, not believing who was there.
“Do you have any damn
idea how hard it was findin’ ya?”
Nicoya heard that voice
and instantly whipped around along with her daughter, her midnight blue eyes
widened in shock, and her jaw dropped to the sand below. There was her brother, Steve, standing before
her. He had a pair of tight blue jean
shorts on with a black muscle shirt and black shades over his eyes. That goatee never left and he had a gold
chain around his neck with white tennis shoes on. Harley immediately started growling, standing
before Nicoya while Alyssa just gawked in shock just like her mother. They had identical expressions on their
faces.
Alyssa stopped Harley
before the puppy could attack, crouching down to pet him, her eyes on her
uncle. Finally, she stood up, looking
something like an ungainly colt, already growing tall thanks in part of her
other genetic donor’s genes. “Uncle
Steve!” She finally shrieked, tossing herself into his arms.
Steve laughed, catching
her in his arms and spun around on the sand with her, finally setting her down
and looking at her. “Damn Aly, ya look
just like yer momma did at that age, only taller.” He hugged her again tightly,
missing his niece like crazy. “I missed
ya, gal!”
Nicoya could only blink
repeatedly, not believing her brother had found them. She’d even gone so far as to make sure this
house wasn’t even on the map or in any of the phone books! “Harley, calm down girl.” She cooed to the
dog, bending down to pet her head, and finally managed to stand up, her knees
shaking. She was wearing a blue and
white halter top that wrapped around her neck and back, leaving her shoulders
bear with a pair of blue jeans. “What
are you doing here? How did you find
us?” She finally managed to ask, her voice harsh with emotion.
Steve arched an eyebrow
up at his sister. “Well…after persuadin’
Vince to finally confess ya resigned instead of the on vacation crap he was
tryin’ to feed everyone, I started huntin’ ya down. Couldn’t get nothin’ from yer folks, guessin’
they didn’t know, and finally hired a P.I.
Two years later, I finally hit pay dirt.” He stared at her, his arm
still wrapped around Alyssa’s shoulder, explaining everything he’d gone through
as if it’d been nothing. “Why’d ya run?”
“Why?” Nicoya echoed, her
voice and tone laced with anger, and glared back at him. “For your goddamn protection, you stubborn
asshole!” She snapped, trembling from how much emotion was coursing through her
veins, and couldn’t take it. She walked
off the beach and up to her two story home she had built, Harley following.
Steve shook his head,
smiling down at Alyssa. His
protection? He wasn’t in any
danger. It was Nicoya who was in danger. John didn’t care about Alyssa. He never had.
I was Nicoya he wanted to hurt.
“So honey bear, how ya likin’ it here?” He asked, dropping down onto the
sand with his niece, about to catch up, not going to let his sister run him
off.
“It’s alright, different
to be in one place all the time, but I’m used to it now.” Alyssa replied,
shifting her fingers through the sand deep in thought. “Mom is mad.”
No, Mom wasn’t mad. Mom was INFURIATED! Nicoya could NOT believe her brother actually
tracked them down like the stubborn man he was, and sighed heavily. She was in the kitchen, slamming cabinets,
and dragging out pots and pans. She had
to be domesticated for her daughter, not minding it too much, and fed
Harley. She knew Alyssa was thrilled to
see her uncle again, but it made Nicoya wonder if Steve would tell Mark where
they were. “If he does, I’m going to
kill him.” She vowed darkly and began slicing up vegetables harshly.
“She’ll get over it.”
Steve replied, smiling when she giggled.
“Yeah honey bear, he misses you.” He added when he seen the hesitant
look on her face. “Here.” Steve looked
behind him, snatching a bag he’d dropped up, and handed it to her. “He asked me to give this to ya if I ever
found ya.”
Alyssa opened it curiously,
pulling out that Harley replica model that Mark had made for her and started
bawling, wrapping her arms around her uncle’s neck. “I miss him so much, Uncle Steve! I miss you both!”
After chopping up the
vegetables, Nicoya finally stopped, throwing the knife in the sink, and stormed
out of the kitchen. She didn’t feel like
cooking right now. She just wanted to
lie down and hide from the world forever.
She couldn’t believe her brother was here, disturbing their peaceful
life, and felt the tears already pouring down her cheeks. She slammed her bedroom door shut behind her,
the ocean breeze blowing through her window, and laid down on her bed. Curling up in a ball tight and buried her
face in her pillow.
When Alyssa finally
stopped crying, they just sat there, looking out over the ocean, both content
to sit there in silence. She snuggled up
against him, his arm around her, smiling as the sun began to set. “Momma’s probably going to come out here
hollering for me.” She sighed reluctantly, hating how overprotective her mother
was of her.
“Let her holler. What’s she gonna do? Whoop my ass fer seein’ my niece?” Steve
retorted, his blue eyes flashing dangerously for a minute, refusing to have his
time cut short with Alyssa.
Nicoya knew her daughter was
in good hands with Steve and they were out in the middle of nowhere so she
wasn’t concerned. She was trying to get
her heart to stop shattering repeatedly as she cried harder in her pillow. She spent many nights tear staining it and
tonight would be no exception. She knew
she loved Mark. She knew she should’ve
have left him without saying goodbye or something, but she had to do what was
right for her and Alyssa. John was
dangerous and would use Alyssa as leverage to hurt her. She sniffled a little, breathing raggedly,
and swallowed hard as she watched the sun descend on the horizon. She finally managed to pull herself out of
bed, walking over, and stared out her window, wrapping her arms around herself
and allowed the silent tears to pour down her cheeks.
“Come on, let’s walk a
bit, darlin’.” Steve murmured, pulling Alyssa up from the sand. He led her by the hand and started walking
down the beach, steering clear of the incoming tide.
“Where are we going?”
Alyssa asked curiously, looking up at her uncle, trusting him with her life.
“Just fer a
walkabout. I’m not gonna whisk ya off,
honey bear.” He assured her, though he was tempted too just so Nicoya couldn’t
deny him seeing her.
It wasn’t the fact that
Nicoya didn’t want to be with Mark because that wasn’t the case at all. It was the fact that as long as he was part
of her life, his was in danger because of John.
The lunatic was still wrestling for the WWE after having his charges
mysteriously dropped. She’d found out
from Ashley, who she kept in contact with privately, not even telling
Alyssa. Nicoya knew this was killing her
daughter, but she was doing what she thought was best for both of them. Mark and Steve were in danger as long as they
were part of her life, but she couldn’t deny her brother. She could deny Mark, even though it killed
her to do it, but she wouldn’t do it to Steve.
She just hoped he kept his mouth shut about their whereabouts because if
Mark came back in the picture, their lives would be turned upside down again.
After walking for a few
hours, Alyssa fell asleep and Steve carried her back to the house. He didn’t bother looking around too much,
just enough to navigate himself to her room and gently laid her down on her
bed. Placing the Harley model on her
nightstand so she’d see it when she woke up.
Steve then looked for Nicoya’s room, knocking when he found it and
stepped in, staring down at his sister.
So many questions ran through his mind along with so many emotions, but
he somehow suppressed them.
“What do you want,
Steve?” She asked hoarsely, staring out of her window, having been standing
there for a while now, and wiped her tears away. She knew what he was going to say. How stupid she was for leaving and running
away like a coward. She’d heard it before and didn’t feel like hearing it
again, especially from her brother.
“I heard what ya said
bout protectin’ me and whatnot earlier, Coya, but…” Steve sighed, running a
hand over his bald head, and trailed his words off. “You ever think maybe Mark and I oughta have
had some say in that, honey? We both
love you and Alyssa very much, you know we’d of done anythin’ to be with ya
both.”
“Don’t say his name,
Steve.” She ordered in a low voice, sniffling a little more, and didn’t turn
around to face him. She knew deep down
he was right, but she was doing what she thought was right at the time and
there was no going back now. She’d made
a mistake and she’d live with it. Like
she had for the past two years. “I did
what I thought was best for all of us and that was taking my daughter far away
from the WWE where he could have easy access to her. He’s still on the prowl and you being here
isn’t a good thing. He could’ve followed
you or something.” She sighed heavily, dropping her head forward, and started
crying silently.
“Not likely. Mark was keepin’ him occupied when I left.”
Steve replied gravely, no remorse in his voice.
“Let’s just say at the moment, Cena is probably still in the hospital. And I’ll say his damned name all I want, you ripped
that man’s heart out and didn’t even leave a damned note! Hell, you ripped out mine, but I’m the
forgivin’ type so it don’t matter that much to me.” Steve shrugged, meaning
every word he said. “And no, nobody
followed me so stop growin’ them grays.”
“Screw you, Steve!!”
Nicoya shouted at her brother, finally turning around to face him, and wanted
to poke his eyes out with a pitchfork.
“If you can’t respect my wishes and NOT mention his name, then you can
leave my fucking house! We were getting
along fine until you came along! You
know Alyssa’s heart is probably torn apart again now because of your
arrival! I know she misses him! I know that, but goddamn it, I did it for her
own good!!”
“Torn apart by me comin’,
huh? I’d say her heart never healed,
Nicoya!” Steve shot back, anger and hurt evident in his tone. “Her own damn good? You shoulda stuck around and pressed on with
the damn case, put his ass away!
Instead, you panicked and ran, which is WHY John got off just in case
you didn’t know! Not many do, but he was
slapped on the wrists when nobody could find yer ass to come testify!”
“Why the fuck are you
here? Is it to berate me for making
horrible decisions in my life? Why the
fuck are you even here, Steve?” She questioned, wrapping her arms around
herself, and wished they would understand.
Even if John was locked up, he wouldn’t have stopped, no matter
what. He would’ve hired someone to kill
her because that’s just how demented the man was, especially after finding out
that Alyssa was his. She was doing it to
protect them because John would hurt ANYONE who was close to her just to hurt
her, including her own daughter.
“Because I missed my
niece and my sister.” Steve said simply.
“I didn’t come here with the intentions of fightin’ with ya, honey. I just missed you both is all.” He sighed
sadly, his heart breaking at her tears.
“I’ll go Coya, alright?”
“You don’t understand!!”
She cried, burying her face in her hands, and felt her entire body trembling
violently. “I didn’t want to leave! I didn’t want too, but after he attacked me
that night, I got scared!! I was
petrified and I knew I would end up pushing Mark away in the end because of it! Because of my demons! I didn’t want to hurt him! I didn’t want to hurt you! I just figured if I disappeared, he would
move on with his life and find someone who deserves him.” She got quiet,
sniffling a little as the tears kept pouring down her cheeks, and sat down on
her bed with a plop, wishing she knew what to do.
Chapter 27
“You shoulda given him a
chance, honey.” Steve said gently, the harshness out of his voice now. “You don’t know if you woulda driven him off
or not.” He walked over to take her into his arms. “You can’t keep runnin’, Nicoya. Else wise, you’ll spend the rest of yer life
lookin’ over yer shoulder. If I could
find you, what makes you think John couldn’t?”
Nicoya started sobbing
harshly, knowing her brother was right, and wrapped her arms tightly around his
neck. Her chest was heaving up and down
raggedly as she coughed, swallowing hard, and felt all of her emotions from the
past two years drain out of her. “I’m
sorry. I was wrong in running away.” She
apologized in a whisper, hiccupping from crying so much, and wished she knew
what to do about this. “I want to make
John pay for what he did to me, but I’m terrified of him trying something like
he did before. I mean, he didn’t kill me
this time, but what about the next time?”
“Next time? That boy has to get near ya first, Coya.”
Steve said softly, though there was something dark in his tone, not aimed at
her of course. “Yer not alone in this
sis, not if ya don’t want to be.”
“What do you want me to
do, Steve? Tell me what to do and I’ll
do it.” She said, looking down at the floor, and closed her eyes as the tears
spilled out of her eyes, splashing on the floor below. “I want to end this for good with John so I
can live the rest of my life in peace with Aly.”
“First off, ya need to
stop duckin’ yer head in the sand, yer no ostrich, gal.” Steve gently guided her
to the bed, sitting down beside her.
“Second, take up yer job again for the WWE, I’ll make sure yer never
alone. He won’t get to you. First time though he tries, you reopen that
case and get it started, document what’s goin’ on.” Steve cleared his throat. “Then what’ll happen next if it comes to that
will look like self-defense.”
“You want me to work for
the WWE again?” Nicoya asked and sighed when her brother nodded.
She knew she’d have to go
back and Vince even said whenever she was ready, she was more than welcomed
back with open arms. She knew Alyssa
would be stoked, but in truth, Nicoya was fearful for her life. She knew her brother would protect her
though, but she wasn’t sure if she was ready to face Mark yet. She’d have too. She had no choice. She wanted this shit to stop so she could
finally live her life the way she wanted with her dream job, which was the lead
script writer in the WWE.
“Nicoya, if you don’t
want too, that’s fine. But like I said, yer
always gonna be lookin’ over yer shoulder for the rest of yer life, wonderin’
when he’s gonna strike.” Steve said softly, his tone grim. “As fer Mark, if ya don’t want to see him,
I’m sure he’d…understand.” He hesitated on that last word, knowing damn well
Mark would be anything, but understanding.
“No, I’m going back. I want this to end and the only way it’s
going to happen is if I go back to my life and job. Vince already said he wasn’t getting rid of
my contract because I was more than welcome to come back whenever I was ready.”
She explained, raking her hands through her hair, and gripped it in her
fingers. “My main focus right now is
getting John out of my life for good and I will deal with Mark in my own way.”
She sighed as she closed her eyes and hoped she didn’t regret this decision.
Steve nodded, wrapping an
arm around her shoulder and pulling her against him, kissing the side of her
head. “That’s my girl.” He murmured
before standing up. “I’m gonna go back
to the hotel I’m stayin’ at. Got a
pen? I’ll jot down my new cell number
fer ya, you can ring me when yer ready to come back.”
Nicoya looked up at him
with a frown and stood up as she shook her head. “No, you’re going to stay here. There’s no point in you staying in a hotel
when I have more than enough room for you here, bro.” She crossed her arms in
front of her chest defiantly, daring him to challenge her, and raised an
eyebrow. “And I want to go back as soon
as possible. I’ll give Vince a call
right now.”
“Who am I to argue?” Steve
grinned, raising his hands in defense to her and bowed his head teasingly. “Call him.
I’m sure he’ll love a…” He glanced at the clock, the grin never leaving
his face. “Wake up call.”
“Go get your stuff and
bring it back here. I’ll have your room
all set up when you get back.” She informed him and then sat on the bed, staring at the phone. She took a deep, shaky breath before picking
up the receiver and dialed Vince’s number.
Hoping he wasn’t upset with her for calling him at such a late hour.
Vince picked up on the
first ring, sounding wide awake and alert.
“Vince McMahon speaking.” He said briskly, wondering who in the world
was calling him at this hour.
“Hello Mr. McMahon, this
is Nicoya Harris calling.” She politely greeted, sitting on her bed, and
nervously twirled the phone cord around her finger, biting her bottom lip, and
sucked in a deep breath. “How are you
this evening, sir?”
“Nicoya Harris?” Vince
echoed, sounding genuinely shocked. “I’m
fine, Nicoya, how are you? I’m going to
venture out on a limb here and assume this isn’t a social call.”
“Actually, I’m calling to
ask you if the position for the lead script writer is still open. I know it’s been two years, but I’ve finally
taken care of what I need too and would love to come work for the WWE again,
sir. If it’s not open, I understand.”
She softly explained, raking a hand through her black hair, and felt herself
shaking. Vince always made her nervous
and she didn’t know why. It was probably
because of how powerful he was, even though he was a great boss to her.
“I’ll be honest with you,
Nicoya. I’ve got a full staff of writers
right now. Though none of them can hold
a candle to you. If you want to come
back, you’re more than welcome in the WWE.
You know this. You can have your
old job back of course, though you’ll have underlings. I think your workload was too high last
time.” Vince stated, meaning every word that came out of his mouth, not
faltering once. Nicoya had been a gift
to the WWE and he was really saddened when she’d left. Though with her back in the picture, maybe
his ratings could finally take off like they had when she was working for them
two years ago.
“That is not a problem
with me, Mr. McMahon. My workload was
overwhelming last time, but I took it with a grain of salt and would do it
again if I had too.” She replied professionally with a smile in her voice. Though on the inside, she was quaking with
fear on what this was going to involve.
Mark and John were the reasoning of the fear. Both for entirely different reasons.
Vince sounded like he was
writing down something, the obvious sounds of a pen scratching against paper
being heard. “When can I expect your
return, Nicoya?” He asked finally, his tone warm and friendly, welcoming.
“Would three days be too
much to ask for, just so I can tie up some loose strings around here?” She
asked hopefully, raking a hand through her black hair, and bit her bottom lip,
hoping she was doing the right thing by going back. ‘I have to do this. I can’t fear it anymore.’ She thought and
swallowed silently hard, waiting for Vince’s response as she heard him writing
something down on paper.
“Three days is perfect.”
Vince said, clearing his throat.
“That’ll give me time to inform the other writers of your arrival as
well as adjust to the idea of having an actual lead writer again.” He chuckled
good-naturedly. “Now…where do I send
your plane ticket too? I’m assuming
you’ll be bringing Alyssa as well?”
“That’s correct, sir.” Nicoya
gave him the information for him to send her plane tickets at smiling softly
when he finished writing it down, and cleared her throat. “Could we keep this just between us and the
writers until I arrive, Mr. McMahon?” She asked hopefully, biting her bottom
lip again, and stood from her bed, staring out at the beautiful ocean scenery
before her.
“Of course we can.” Vince
said instantly. “I’ll have these
expressed to you right away. Glad to
have you back, Nicoya. Good night.”
Vince hung up after she wished him the same and immediately called the airlines
to book their flights before expressing them overnight to her location. He was literally jumping for joy, like a kid
in a candy store, not believing Nicoya was actually coming back to work for
him.
Nicoya sighed as she hung
up the phone, dropping it at her side, and couldn’t believe she was doing
this. She couldn’t believe she was
actually going back to her old job with the WWE, but in all honesty, she was
looking forward to it. She missed the chaos
and anarchy. She needed some in her
life, since it’d been mostly boring for the past two years. She already knew Alyssa would be thrilled to
go back and decided to tell her first thing in the morning when she awoke. After staring out of the window for a few
more minutes, convincing herself she was doing the right thing, Nicoya went to
make up Steve’s bedroom he’d be staying in for the next three days.
Steve didn’t know whether
or not to knock on the door or what so instead he let himself in the same way
he’d gone out. Through the patio doors,
locking them behind him. He followed the
sounds of light movement noises until he found Nicoya in a guest room. “Did you call him?” He asked from behind,
smirking when she jumped a little.
“Yes, we leave in three
days.” Nicoya answered, an uneasy smile on her lips, and finally finished
making up his bed before turning around to face him. “God I really hope I’m doing the right
thing.” She whispered, raking a hand through her hair and began to tremble
again as she stared at her brother.
“Tomorrow morning, we’ll sit down with Alyssa and tell her.”
Steve nodded, setting
down his bag before pulling her into a warm, loving embrace, trying to soothe
her fears away. “You’ll see Coya, I
ain’t gonna let nothin’ happen to you, honey.” He whispered in a promise, not
about to let John anywhere near her again.
“I know you won’t.” She
whispered softly, hugging her brother back, and sighed shakily as she closed
her eyes. She couldn’t help, but think
the worst, especially when it came to Mark, and pushed that out of her
mind. She had one goal in mind and that
was to put John behind bars. She’d deal
with Mark on her own terms. Though, she
had a feeling it was going to be VERY awkward.
~Three Days Later~
Alyssa stared out of the
truck windshield eagerly, hardly daring to believe they were back. Hardly believing she was going to see Mark
again. Speaking of, she shot her mother
a sly look, wondering just how SHE was doing with that thought. “Hey…I don’t see a motorcycle.” She
commented, a small frown marring her face.
“He stopped ridin’ them.”
Steve said, pulling into an empty parking lot space, looking over at his
sister, who looked like she was going to either throw up or pass out. “You alright honey?”
“No, I feel like I’m
gonna hurl.” Nicoya honestly answered, her face pale, and took a few deep,
shaky breaths to calm her racing heart.
Those past three days had flown and now they were here. She smiled down at Alyssa, knowing she was
stoked to see everyone, including Mark.
That made her feel even sicker as she slid out of the truck, wearing
just a simple pair of black dress pants with a baby blue dress shirt that was
sleeveless.
Alyssa wore a pair of
denim Capri’s that only made her look taller, sandals and a plain white
t-shirt, carrying a duffel bag over her shoulder with her books and Game boy,
not really into toys anymore. “Hey Mom,
question-” She paused, her curiosity was still going strong however, never
faltering. “Do you even know what the
current storylines are?”
“No, but I’m sure Vince
will inform me on them in the email he said he was sending me.” Nicoya answered
promptly, smiling down at her daughter, and couldn’t believe how big she’d
gotten. This certainly wasn’t her little
girl anymore and she felt a twinge of sadness in her heart, but pushed it aside
immediately as her brother joined them.
“Come on, let’s go inside before I change my mind and run back to North
Carolina.” That’s where they were currently resided.
“Yer not runnin’
anywhere, honey.” Steve chuckled, wrapping an arm around each of their
shoulders. Well, draped across
Alyssa’s. She wasn’t THAT tall yet. “Come on, let’s go get ya set up.”
Alyssa’s eyes were side
as they walked into the arena, staring around her in awe. “Wow…I’d forgotten how packed it gets!” She
exclaimed, the excitement back in her voice and shining in her blue eyes.
“Yeah…me too.” Nicoya
whispered, raking a hand through her hair, and lifted her daughter up in her
arms, grunting when she had to set her down.
“I forgot you’re not that little girl anymore.” She smiled sadly down at
her daughter before they headed down the hallway. “I need to go see Vince. Alyssa, if you want, you can stay with your
Uncle.” She said, staring at both of them, her black bag over her shoulder.
“Hello! I’m almost twelve.” Alyssa replied, grinning
good-naturedly, knowing she still had a whole year before she turned that age
since she just turned eleven. “Ack!” She
giggled when Steve picked her up. “Not
fair, you’re like…strong and stuff!”
“I eat my Wheaties, honey
bear.” Steve said, shaking his head as he chuckled at his vibrant niece. “We’ll walk ya to Vince’s office and wait fer
ya, honey.” He said in a firm tone, no room left for arguments as he stared at
his sister hardening.
“Alright, if you insist.”
She replied softly, not about to argue with her brother, and smirked at the
cute nickname Steve gave her daughter.
Together, all three of them headed down to Vince’s office, Nicoya
looking paler and paler the more she walked, seeing familiar and new
faces. She took a deep breath before
finally knocking on the boss’s door and swallowed hard, hoping she was doing
the right thing.
“Hold on!” Vince’s voice
boomed, talking to someone obviously. A
moment later, the door swung open and Mark stepped out, halting when he see the
three, his green eyes locking with Nicoya before moving onto Alyssa. His angel.
“MARK!”
Chapter 28
This is the LAST person
Nicoya needed to see right now, especially when she hadn’t even been in the
arena five minutes! She heard her
daughter scream his name and felt her heart lurch in her chest, feeling sicker
to her stomach. She finally couldn’t
take it and bolted down the hallway into the women’s bathroom. Leaving her bag on the floor. She barely made it to the toilet before
emptying the contents of her stomach, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her heart just shattered in her chest and it
didn’t help that her stomach was already doing one eighty turns on her.
Mark sighed, exchanging
looks with Steve before reaching out to pat Alyssa’s shoulder. “Why ain’t he talking to me?” Alyssa asked,
watching Mark walk away, his head down.
“He thinks yer momma
hates him and don’t wanna make things hard on her.” Steve answered honestly,
being straight with his niece, knowing she wasn’t stupid and couldn’t easily be
fooled.
“That’s horseshit!”
Alyssa shouted, hurt evident in her voice and eyes as she watched the man she
adored walk away from her.
“Watch yer mouth, honey
bear.” Steve gently chided, not wanting his niece to have a mouth like him,
though he already knew it was going to happen.
After Nicoya was
finished, she started crying, shaking her head back and forth, not wanting to
do this. “Why did I come back here?” She
whispered heartbrokenly, slowly getting to her feet, and knew she probably made
a scene with Mark. She couldn’t help if
she felt sick to her stomach as she sighed heavily, finally walking out of the
bathroom, and headed down the hallway.
Seeing Steve and Alyssa waiting for her.
She’d washed her face of any reminiscence of crying or vomiting. Though she looked extremely pale. “Sorry about that.” She quietly whispered,
her eyes adverted to the floor.
“Don’t worry 'bout it.”
Steve shrugged his shoulders, shifting Alyssa so she was sitting on his other
hip, smiling down at her tenderly.
“Did you throw up, Mom?”
Alyssa asked bluntly, wrinkling her nose at the thought.
Sighing, Nicoya just
nodded her head back at her daughter, cracking a small smile at her, and
cleared her throat before knocking on Vince’s door. Retrieving her bag and walked inside when his
voice sounded through the door. She was
in there twenty minutes and when she walked out, she looked a little more alive
and ready for what was coming her way.
“Let’s go.” She simply stated, walking down the hallway, her work ethic
kicking into high gear, and started flipping through the scripts,
scoffing. “Horrible…out of
date…overused…Christ, I have some work to do and revamping.”
“Oh dear god…the boss has
come to town.” Steve joked, stopping when they found the office and smirked,
letting her go ahead of him and Alyssa, following after. The office was more like several, only all
one room. Tables serving as desks. Nicoya’s new underlings sitting there. Some chatting. Some writing.
Some goofing off.
Nicoya looked at all of
these people and immediately shook her head, knowing Vince was going to move
them down the hallway so she could have her own office. She was the lead script writer after all. Clearing her throat, Nicoya got everyone’s
attention and immediately took order.
She introduced herself, being professional and polite, but firm in what
she said. Basically, the basics of it was
the scripts sucked, the storylines blew, and there was going to be some changes
made and if anyone had a problem with it, then they’d have to go talk to the
boss. She smirked when they all got up
and did just that, shrugging her shoulders, and walked over to her desk, which
was a huge one in the far corner and immediately plugged her laptop into the
wall. If they wanted to whine and bitch
about how she did things, then she could do the job by herself just fine, like
she used to do.
“Holy cow…” Alyssa
giggled, sharing an amused look with her uncle before slipping down onto the ground. “Mom, you scared them.” She giggled, looking
around the big room, walking over to look at some of the papers. “This sucks!”
“You ain’t lyin’. I took over my own damn creative
process. These asses were killin’ me.”
Steve said, leaning against the wall, proud of his sister for taking command
like she did.
“Well that’s about to
change because Coya is back and if they don’t like it, they know where the
fucking door is.” She stated, a smug smile on her lips, and flipped open her
laptop, instantly emailing Vince about her underlings. She sighed exasperatedly when she looked at
the garbage she was reading and couldn’t believe this. “Christ, no wonder the ratings have gone down!”
She exclaimed, sounding positively disgusted.
“Do these morons even know how to do this job?”
“Some of them do, but
ultimately they’re blown off.” Steve admitted, now reading the script Alyssa
had handed to him, snorting and tossing it over his shoulder. “You got yer work cut out with them, that’s
fer damned sure.”
“Did you eat your
Wheaties, Mom?” Alyssa asked curiously and raised an eyebrow when Steve started
laughing his ass off.
“What is that supposed to
mean?” Nicoya asked mildly curious in spite of herself, raising an eyebrow at
her brother, who was laughing so hard, tears were streaming down his face. “Okay, I’m not even asking. Now if you’ll excuse me, CHILDREN, I have
much work and changes to make.” She stated and immediately buried her face in
the scripts, looking sick, and ripped it up right down the middle. “We’re starting over, fuck this.”
“Mom just cussed!” Alyssa
shrieked, laughing hard along with her uncle.
“She’s allowed, on
occasion.” Steve chuckled, looking amused, his blue eyes twinkling.
Alyssa watched as the
other writers filed in, looking sullen.
“Momma, I think you got your way.” She said musingly, grinning proud
with all of her teeth showing.
“Good, these jackasses
need to learn a thing or two 'bout writing scripts.” Steve snorted, smirking at
the other writers when they all shot him a deadly look. “Say somethin’!” He taunted, not phased in
the slightest. He could have all of
these meaningless writers for a light snack.
“I’m sorry, but these
scripts are positively HORRIBLE, people!
I’ve never seen such garbage in all of my life and read it for that
matter! Is it a wonder the ratings are
plummeting down the damned tubes?” Nicoya sighed exasperatedly and actually
took every single script, ripping it right down the middle, and threw it to the
floor. “We’re starting fresh and if
there’s anyone here who has a problem with it, you know where the door is. Changes are being taken effect IMMEDIATELY
and all final scripts are to be given to me for approval and then I in turn
will give them to the boss for the final added touches. Now then, we have A LOT of work to do so I
suggest you get the snobby looks off of your faces before I kick you out of
here myself.” She stated in a firm tone of voice, truly perturbed by how
ridiculous and downright stupid the storylines had gotten since her departure
two years ago.
“Think it’s safe to
leave?” Alyssa asked loudly enough for everyone to overhear her, being her
usual smartass adorable self.
Steve rubbed his chin
thoughtfully. “I don’t know, honey bear,
yer momma might stomp a mud hole in their asses and walk it dry if they get
outta line. Maybe we oughta stick around
and protect someone.” Steve suggested, knowing his sister was angry for how
much the storylines had changed and not for the better either.
“Yeah, them.” Alyssa
stated the obvious and Steve glanced at his sister, asking with his eyes if she
felt safe enough with all these writers around.
“First order of business
is all of you are to vacate this office and take your belongings with you and
go down to the one that Vince has set up for you. I am the lead script writer and I can’t
possibly work with all of you in here distracting me. If that comes as a shock to any of you, I’ve
already spoken to Mr. McMahon about it and he honestly agreed with me.” She
informed them all, raising a challenging eyebrow, and smirked over at her
daughter and brother before turning her full attention back to the
underlings. “If you have any questions,
don’t hesitate to ask me, but if they’re stupid or ridiculous, then you’ll get
a stupid or ridiculous answer in return.”
Neither Alyssa or Steve
was surprised when the underlings filed out of there without saying a word, all
keeping their eyes down, scowls on their faces.
“Wow…Mom’s got an attitude.” Alyssa commented, that grin never leaving
her face.
Steve smirked, nodding
his head, agreeing wholeheartedly with his niece. “I noticed that too, honey bear. Coya, I’m gonna step out into the hallway and
make a quick call. Get you someone to
stand guard outside the door. That punk
shows up and he’s toast.” He promised her, staring into her eyes, and let her
know everything would be alright.
“That’s fine, Steve. I have so much work to do, I can’t even think
straight right now.” Nicoya went to get started, but then turned around and
walked back over to her daughter, hugging her, and placed her hands on her
shoulders. “If you want too, go see him,
Aly. I know you miss him.” She whispered
softly, kissing her daughter’s forehead, and then walked back over to get started
on her work.
“I’m gone!” Alyssa tugged
her uncle out into the hallway by the hand.
“Um…which room?” She asked curiously, looking around the unfamiliar
territory.
“Lemme make this call and
I’ll take ya there myself.” Steve replied, smiling affectionately at her and
whipped out his cell phone. A few very
short minutes later, two big men were standing in front of him. “Cena gets through that door and I’ll whoop
the piss outta both of you. Got it?”
They nodded, not looking too worried by his threat. Steve growled, wanting them to take this dead
serious and shoved them both back into the wall harshly. “Listen here:
Anything happens to my sister and I’ll beat the Hell outta ya both so
hard, yer MOMMA’S will feel it!”
Nicoya sighed when she
heard that outside the door and shook her head, a smile on her face, and sat
down at her desk again. She immediately
got started, picking up papers left and right, and started brainstorming on
possible storylines. She nodded, writing
down ideas on paper, hating to use the computer unless there were too many
ideas. At this point, having to redo
every single storyline was going to be a lot so she opened up Microsoft Word
and began typing. She left Mark and her
brother for last, not even doing John’s.
She’d let him have a shitty storyline by one of the underlings and
smirked at the thought.
Mark looked up surprised
when his dressing room door was tossed open, crouching down automatically and
catching Alyssa when she ran into his arms.
Pulling her against him, tears pricking his eyes. His angel was growing up and he’d missed
it. The thought tugged on his
heartstrings, regretting that he hadn’t been there for her during the past two
years. Even though technically it wasn’t
his fault. “Darlin’, I’ve missed ya.” He
managed to choke out, not caring if Steve was staring at him all weird or not.
“I missed you too, Mark.”
Alyssa whispered, sounding like she was crying, though it was hard to tell, her
face was buried in his neck.
Steve shifted awkwardly,
just now realizing how tight their bond was and stepped was, giving the pair a
moment alone. ‘Now THAT is a dad.’ He
thought, walking off down the hallway to see how his sister was doing.
“Tell me everythin’
darlin’.” Mark said, finally letting Alyssa reluctantly go and pulling her
gently towards the couch. “I wanna hear
how ya been doin’, what’s new, everythin’.” He wanted to hear his little
chatterbox again.
Alyssa smiled, looking up
at him as he pulled a chair up, sitting in front of her, giving her his undivided
attention, and replied simply, “I don’t know.
Mom and I have just been…chilling.”
Nicoya leaned back in her
chair, not able to concentrate, and sighed heavily as she shook her head. For the life of her, she couldn’t get Mark
out of her mind and she didn’t understand why.
She was lying to herself. She
understood exactly why she couldn’t and knew it was too late to do anything
about it. ‘Focus Coya, you got a lot of
work to do.’ She berated herself mentally and sighed heavily, raking her hands
through her black hair, and felt the tears sting her eyes. No matter what, she wouldn’t take Alyssa away
from him again, knowing it shattered his heart the last time she did it as well
as her daughter’s.
Steve walked into
Nicoya’s office, walking over to sit in front of the desk before her. “Honey, that keyboard ain’t gonna type them
scripts on its own.” He said gently, seeing her staring off into space, her
fingers poised to type, but they weren’t moving.
Nicoya jumped when she
heard a voice in front of her, immediately shaking herself mentally, and looked
at her brother. “Oh-Hey Steve, I didn’t
hear you come in.” She smiled at him weakly and sighed before going to type,
but stopped as she hit the table in frustration. Why couldn’t she do her job? Why couldn’t she focus? She knew the answers, but refused to voice
them as she took a few deep breaths to calm down, still feeling somewhat queasy
from running into Mark so soon.
Steve sighed, leaning
back in his chair, staring at her shrewdly.
“Coya, do ya love him?” He asked finally, not beating around the
bush. He’d just seen firsthand how much
Alyssa and Mark meant to each other, having heard how close they were before,
and seeing a hint of it. Though now he’d
REALLY seen it and it was heartbreaking all things considered.
“What?” Nicoya was truly
taken aback by that question, raising her eyebrow at her brother, and sighed
heavily. “I’m not going to take him away
from Alyssa again. I’m not running away
again. I will learn to cope with what
happened. The only thing I care about is
getting this John situation under control.
I know Alyssa loves him to death and that’s why I’m not going to force
them apart again. She can spend as much
time as she wants with him whenever she wants, except when she’s being home
schooled.” She had completely bypassed her brother’s question, not wanting to
voice the answer.
Steve wasn’t stupid,
hadn’t been born yesterday. He might not
have seen his sister much in the past twenty-two years, but he knew when
someone was avoiding the issue. Even
her. “Nicoya Harris.” His voice was
semi-stern. “Don’t be walkin’ round me
gal, I asked you a question and I want an honest answer. I didn’t ask about Mark and Aly. I asked YOU what you felt 'bout him.”
“I don’t feel anything
for him.” She lied to him, staring him in the face. Though her eyes were telling him something
completely different and tore her gaze away from his, staring down at her
laptop keys before her. “We had a fling
two years ago and it ended because of my stupidity. So can we please drop this subject? I have better and more important things to
focus on right now, Steve.” Her voice had grown stern as well.
Steve sighed, knowing
better, but not about to continue. They
had more important things to focus on right now, such as getting John Cena
handled and out of the way. He nodded,
standing up, the chair rolling away from him.
“They’re two guards outside the door.
They both know Cena ain’t to get in here, got yer cell on ya?”
Chapter 29
Before Nicoya could even
say a word, there was commotion outside of the office, causing her midnight
blue eyes to widen slightly. She slowly
stood up from her desk, seeing her brother was ready to kick some serious ass,
and swallowed past the lump that had formed in her throat. She could clearly hear John’s voice and began
to tremble, flashbacks of that night in the hotel room going through her
mind. She covered her mouth with her
hand when the door began getting kicked in, backing away, and felt the tears
spill down her cheeks as she closed her eyes tightly shut. His voice.
His brutality. She could feel it
happening to her and that’s what was causing her to tremble harder.
“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU
MEAN I CAN’T FUCKING GO IN THERE? IT’S
JUST THE GODDAMN WRITERS AND I WANT MY FUCKING SCRIPT!” John exploded,
obviously irate, not believing these guards were preventing him from doing his
job. “STONE COLD STEVE AUSTIN SAYS,
HUH? NICOYA!” He obviously put two and
two together, not stupid as much as people thought he was. He was actually highly intelligent. “IT’S BEEN TWO GODDAMN YEARS, GET THE FUCK
OVER YOURSELF!”
“Christ…” Nicoya
whispered, pressing a hand to her stomach, and felt sicker as he kept kicking
the door in. She gasped when she heard
two grunts and groans, followed by the dropping of a heavy object, and looked
at her brother with fear filled eyes as the door knob slowly turned. It wasn’t locked either as Nicoya’s blood
pressure and fear began to rise off the charts and instantly rushed over to
hide behind her desk, shaking like a leaf.
Steve was on his feet,
staring at the door, blocking the way to Nicoya, his body language clearly
saying he was ready for whatever was about to happen. Suddenly, all activity outside halted. Steve frowned, wondering what the Hell was
going on, glancing back at Nicoya, but not moving. He grunted, dropping like a ton of bricks
suddenly. John smirked, leaning in the
now open doorway, having tossed that heavy object, a lead pipe, and nailed
Steve right in the head, knocking him out temporarily.
“Steve!!” Nicoya shrieked
and immediately snapped her head up, staring at her attacker and psycho
ex-boyfriend, swallowing hard. She was
trembling from head to toe as she slowly backed away from him, her hands up, and
could already feel the tears cascading down her cheeks. “John, please don’t do anything you’ll
regret…think about this for a minute.” She was trying to coax him out of any
thoughts of harming her out of his mind, not wanting to experience another beating
like the last time.
John looked amused, his
blue eyes shining wickedly as he kicked the door shut behind him, walking into
the office. “Don’t do anything I might
regret? Now didn’t you say the SAME
thing to me two years ago?” He smirked, looking down at Steve and shaking his
head, making a tsk noise. “And two years
ago, if memory serves me right, I ignored it.” He stopped to look over the torn
scripts. “But-I’m here for my script,
you silly bitch. Where is it?”
“It’s not…ready yet. I just got here a few hours ago…and we’re
starting them all over again.” Nicoya quietly answered, her voice incredibly
shaky so her sentences were choppy as she swallowed hard. “John, please don’t hurt me.” She stared back
into his blue eyes, holding her hands up, and the tears just kept flowing, not
knowing what she was going to do now that her brother and the guards were all
detained. “Please don’t…” She whispered
pleadingly, her back finally hitting the wall, and pressed a hand to her
stomach, feeling like she was going to be sick at any given second.
That amused look never
left John’s face as a cruel smile formed on his lips. “I’m not going to hurt you, Nicoya. Do you think I’m THAT stupid?” He snorted,
backing away from her. “Though this bit
with Steve MIGHT not look good. Him
bleeding from his head and all…But that’s easily explained away, especially
since if you DECIDED to fight me in court all over again…you RAN so they’re
kinda thinking you’re full of shit.”
“That doesn’t mean my
brother won’t press charges on you, John.” Nicoya stated, her voice still
quiet, and kept her arms at her sides as she glanced at her brother briefly
before focusing her attention back on her ex-boyfriend. “Or his guards for that matter. Not to mention the fact that there are witnesses
in the hallway since this is a pay-per-view and all.” She cleared her throat
when she seen him getting angry again, begging him to hit her just once.
“First off Coya, dearest,
there weren’t any witnesses, this stretch of hallway is mostly deserted. Vince has a habit of keeping the wresters in
the least busy parts of the arenas, keeps their minds focused.” John informed
her, loving the look that adorned her face.
Things had changed since her departure.
“Secondly, they all can press charges all they want, who’s to say it
wasn’t part of the show?”
“That’s bullshit and you
know it, John.” Nicoya barked back at him, crossing her arms in front of her
chest, the fire erupting in her eyes as she clenched and unclenched her
fists. “Number one, there was no camera
around. Two, the guards were hired by MY
brother, which you just hit in the head with a pipe, and that has NOTHING to do
with the show. And three, Mr. Hotshot,
you think you’re so slick don’t you?
Well I got news for you, you are going to slip one day. One day it’s going to come crashing down on
you and when it does, I’m going to be there when your psycho ass is finally
locked up for GOOD.”
“Now Ms. Harris,” John
paused, sounding wounded by her words.
“Is that ANY way for you to talk to one of your ‘clients’? How was I supposed to know it wasn’t
scripted? After all, like you said,
it’ll be a few hours until my script is ready and you had to start all over
from scratch.” He smirked slightly when she blanched again. “Everyone knows Vince likes to take a hand in
the script writing when he feels the writers aren’t doing their jobs. Welcome back.”
“Trust me, I’ve spoken to
Vince and he’s given me FULL authority over all the scripts and THIS little
scene WON’T be in YOURS or ANYONE else’s, Mr. Cena. Trust me, the police will be called about
this incident just to let YOU know.
Thanks for the welcome back, but I don’t need it.” She replied in a
deceptively sweet tone of voice, her eyes not showing any emotion. Having locked them inside of her and placed
her hands on her hips. “Now vacate my
office right now.” She ordered, pointing at the door, and pursed her lips
tightly together. Pushing the visions of
what he’d done to her firmly out of her mind.
John shook his head,
sighing sadly. “That’s a crying shame,
Ms. Harris.” Odd how he was using the name Ms. Harris, he actually sounded
respectful. “Because in case you didn’t
KNOW-” He knew she didn’t, she’d been gone for two damn years. “Anything you put in a script, won’t hold up
in court, we’re ENTERTAINMENT.”
“I’m not putting anything
in the script, John.” She stated, assuring him of that factor, and crossed her
arms in front of her chest. “Trust me,
I’m not going to bring this job into it at all.
This is personal between us and what happens WILL stay off the
television. I know we’re entertainment,
you moron, I’m not stupid. I’m highly
intelligent in fact, which is why I know what you’re trying to pull and believe
me when I say this, it’s NOT working, Mr. Cena.” She sounded respectful. Though there was a bittersweet edge to her
tone of voice.
John nodded, impressed by
her somewhat, though he hid it well.
“Good thinking Coya. Then this-”
He raised his boot and brought his foot down full force on Steve’s already
bleeding head, smirking when the wound obviously got worse. “Doesn’t count. Let me know when you got my script ready,
honey.” He winked at her obscenely before walking out.
Nicoya quickly rushed to
her brother’s side, tears sliding down her cheeks, and started crying
hysterically. “Steve, please wake up…”
She pleaded with him, sniffling, and couldn’t believe John had done that. He was going to pay for this because it was
NOT part of the script. She knew she
couldn’t call the police on John. Her
brother would have too as she kept shaking him.
Steve groaned, some
minutes later, his eyelashes fluttering though he didn’t open his eyes. “Coya?” He murmured, raising a slow,
lethargic hand to feel his head.
“Goddamn baby girl, what happened?
I feel like I got my ass ran over by a semi, then backed over a couple
times…” He frowned, feeling his own blood trickling from his forehead.
Nicoya started crying
harder, knowing her brother couldn’t remember what happened, and felt so
helpless at the moment. She just stood
up and wrapped her arms around herself, walking away from him, and plopped down
in her chair, burying her face in her hands, and started sobbing
violently. How could she defeat
John? What was it going to take to get
him out of her life for good?
Forever? She wanted him gone for
good, but she didn’t want to kill him.
Miraculously enough because that’s not the type of person Nicoya was.
Slowly but surely, Steve
managed to pull himself into a sitting position. Finally, reluctantly, opening his eyes and then
blinking, the light of the room automatically making his headache even worse
than it already was. “Coya, honey, what
the Hell happened?” He asked, his eyes finally focusing on her. Looking more concerned for her then
himself. Pressing a hand against the
bleeding wound on his head and slowly getting to his feet. “John was here? It was him wasn’t it?” He was going to KILL
that son of a bitch!
Nicoya could only nod,
her sobs overtaking her body, and sniffled harshly, not believing on her FIRST
night back, John had already struck. She
suddenly shot her head up, her midnight blue eyes widened, and stood up from
her chair instantly. “Alyssa!! We have to find her!! We have to find Mark!! I don’t want anything happening to my baby!!”
She was hysterical by now.
“Calm down, Coya! You know damn well Mark ain’t gonna let
nothin’ happen to that child.” Steve said, grabbing her by the arms, shaking
his head to clear the cobwebs. “Calm
down honey, you can’t go out of here hysterical. If you walk into his dressin’ room like this,
you’ll panic Aly.”
“Steve, he took down your
two guards and YOU! What makes you think
for one second he can’t take down Mark?
Mark is tall and strong, but he’s a fucking human being!” Nicoya shouted,
the panic overtaking her body, and had to take a few deep breaths to calm her
racing heart. She needed to do it
because she knew if Alyssa saw her like this, her daughter would instantly
become scared and that’s not something Nicoya wanted. She knew Alyssa was safe with Mark, but after
what John did to her brother and the guards, she honestly didn’t know what John
was capable of or how far he’d go.
Steve knew that the only
way to calm Nicoya would be to take her to see Alyssa and confirm she was
safe. He pulled off his t-shirt and
wadded it up, pressing it against his bleeding head and sighed, nodding. In his defense, the pipe being thrown at his
head wasn’t exactly something he could have defended against. Not when he hadn’t been looking in the
direction. “Come on honey, let’s go
then.” He said, reaching out for her hand.
“No, I’m not going
anywhere right now. I just need to calm
down before I end up hyperventilating and you are NOT going to see your niece
looking like that. Go get stitched up and
then we’ll go see her.” Nicoya stated, backing up from him, and slowly sunk
down her chair. The tears began spilling
down her cheeks harder as she buried her face in her hands. She couldn’t believe what just happened and
could only pray that Mark would be able to protect Alyssa from John.
“Yer comin’ with me.”
Steve stated flatly, not about to leave her alone with a madman on the
loose. He took her hand, not giving
Nicoya any time to protest and walked out into the hallway, grunting when he
see the guards were still down. He’d deal
with these clowns later. Security guards
his ass! By the time he was through with
these morons, they’d be lucky if they’d be allowed to patrol Toys-R-Us.
Nicoya walked with her
brother down the hallway, knowing better than to argue with him at this point,
especially with John lurking in the shadows.
They arrived at the trainer’s office a few minutes later and Steve
forced her to wait inside the room with him.
She sat in a nearby chair, her mind going to her daughter, her precious
angel, and hoped she was okay. She had
to take a few deep breaths to calm down, her hands clasped tightly together,
and pressed them to her forehead while her eyes closed, praying silently. Praying that John stayed away from
Alyssa. Even though she knew that wasn’t
going to happen.
Steve watched Nicoya as
his head was stitched up, wincing because it hurt like a bitch. Finally, when it was done, he had the
migraine sent from Hell, his temples pounding with pain. “Let’s go see Alyssa.” He said, wincing when
she jumped, apparently he’d startled her out of her reverie. “Come on, Coya.” Steve bent down to help her
up, gently guiding her from the room and down the hallway, heading towards
Mark’s dressing room. He sighed in
relief when he seen the door was closed, hearing laughter coming from inside.
Nicoya heard her
daughter’s laughter and breathed a sigh of relief, her hand pressed over her
heart, and looked up at her brother, seeing he wasn’t bloodied up anymore. The trainer had cleaned up the wound pretty
good and sealed it shut. Though she knew
Alyssa would notice it. She took a deep
breath before knocking on the door and opened it after hearing Mark’s
voice. She immediately ran to her
daughter, dropping to her knees, and wrapped her tightly in her arms as she
started crying hysterically. She knew
she was scaring Alyssa, but she couldn’t help it and buried her face in her
hair, knowing she was safe and sound.
She was glad John hadn’t tried to see her daughter or fought with
Mark. Especially after what he did to
her brother and his two bodyguards.
Chapter 30
Alyssa was panicking
instantly, though she remained a lot calmer then her mother about it. “Mom, what happened? Mom, quit crying. Mom-MOM!” Alyssa gently tried worming away,
her breathing hampered slightly. Nicoya
had literally squeezed the life out of her and she was finding it hard to
breathe. She smiled when her mother
loosened her grip a little and stared at her with a raised eyebrow. “What happened?” She repeated, glancing at
her uncle for the answer.
Mark was wondering the
same damn thing, staring down at the woman who’d broke his heart two years ago,
his green eyes carefully neutral before looking at his friend. “Cena?” He asked, already knowing the answer
and clarified it when Steve nodded in response.
“Momma’s fine now that
she seen you were okay. I had to see
with my own eyes that you were okay. I
don’t want to go into detail about what happened, but…God I’m just so glad you’re
safe.” She whispered, pressing her forehead to Alyssa’s, and kissed her
forehead as she took a deep, ragged breath before standing up. “We’re going back to the hotel. I don’t want to be here anymore, not after
what just happened.” She announced, staring back at her brother, who had full
understanding in his blue eyes, and looked down at her daughter. “If you want to stay with Mark, you can baby
girl.” She just wanted to make her daughter happy and knew this man did
it. Even if her own heart was shattering
in her chest.
“I’ll come with you.” Alyssa
said instantly, remembering what had happened the last time her mother had been
at the hotel by herself. Not about to
let that happen again. As if an eleven
year old could do anything, but she wasn’t thinking about her limitations. “Uncle Steve are you coming?”
Steve nodded, looking
over at Mark. “I’ll be there as soon as
possible, honey bear. I got to do
somethin’ fer work first.” He sounded reluctant to let them go alone.
“I’ll take them.” Mark
said gravely, not about to let anything happen to either if he could help
it. Not about to lose Alyssa again.
Nicoya didn’t say
anything, the tone of Mark’s voice telling her that no matter what she said or
did, she wouldn’t be able to change his mind.
She just stood up on shaky legs, still trembling from what happened, and
smiled reassuringly down at her daughter when Alyssa frowned. “I’m fine.
Momma’s just a little shook up.” She walked over to her brother, hugging
him around the neck, and kissed his cheek before staring into his blue
eyes. “Please be careful.” She didn’t
even have to turn around as Alyssa came to her side and swallowed hard before
heading out of the dressing room. “I
need to stop at my dressing room really fast to grab my things.”
“Take care of them.”
Steve sad, catching Mark by the arm.
Mark nodded, lowering his
shades down to cover his eyes. “Handle
yer business.” He said in a clam voice, having a pretty good idea what Steve
was going to do. Steve smirked, kind of,
he didn’t take too well to being attacked, especially from the back and had
every intention of putting that pipe to use.
Though, after he’d calmed down enough, he’d change his mind and probably
go about it the legal way. This was just
another thing to tack to John’s record, proving he was a dangerous man.
After grabbing her things
from her office, Nicoya looked up from her desk and immediately paled at the
sight of the lead pipe that John used earlier.
Shivers of fear coursed throughout her body as she sniffled, tears burning
her eyes, but blinked them back and gave her daughter a brave smile. She took her hand, Mark behind them, and
walked out into the parking lot, sighing heavily when she realized she’d come
with Steve. Mark didn’t say a word, just
walked in front of them and silently, Nicoya followed him with Alyssa in
tow. It was another truck as she put her
daughter in the middle before sliding in, buckling herself, and kissed Alyssa’s
forehead before staring out the window.
She couldn’t believe she was in a truck with the man she’d run out on
and broke his heart, but that wasn’t her main concern. What was her main concern was not breaking
down in front of her daughter, not wanting to scare her again.
Mark glanced over to find
Alyssa staring at her mother and sighed, placing his shades on his face before
pulling out of the parking lot. He
couldn’t bear the silence and turned on the radio, sighing in relief when
Alyssa started singing along to the country music that played. Glad she was taking her mind off the
situation. Wishing he could take his
mind off of it. It was awkward to say
the least, Nicoya right here with him.
Though that wasn’t his concern.
His concern was what John would try doing next, vowing to protect Alyssa
and her mother at all costs.
The song ‘Alyssa Lies’
came playing through the speakers of the truck, causing Nicoya to close her
eyes, and took a deep breath. She
finally couldn’t take it anymore, the song too sad, and reached over, turning
it on a different station. Only to hear
Madonna and groaned, “Christ…” She muttered when Alyssa squealed and started
singing along to her, shaking her head, and continued staring out the
window. The last thing she wanted to
listen to was about a song that was about a little girl named Alyssa who died. That was NOT a good omen or sign to say the
least.
Mark groaned inwardly
when he heard the song though he smiled when he heard how excited Alyssa got
over the song and dealt with it. He
understood why Nicoya had changed the song.
Didn’t blame her either. He
probably would have if she didn’t. Mark
glanced over at her, turning into the hotel’s back parking lot. “You got yer room booked?” He asked, cutting
off the ignition, hearing the words to that song replaying in his head.
“Yes.” Nicoya simply
answered, the song that was playing on the radio causing her heart to break
even more, and slid out of the truck.
She helped Alyssa out, taking her hand, and raked a hand through her
black hair, thrusting her black bag over her shoulder. She already knew Mark was going to follow
them up to the room and would probably stay until Steve arrived. Unless Alyssa wanted him to stay longer. She didn’t mind it. As long as it made her daughter happy, Nicoya
smiled down at her as they all three ventured into the hotel, using the
staircase.
Mark trailed up the
stairs behind the pair, leaning against the hallway wall as Nicoya fumbled with
her bag, searching for her key card. A
second later, all three of them were inside and Alyssa was instantly scanning
the menu. “Still eatin’ like yer hollow,
angel?” He asked, watching her amusedly.
“I can’t help it, I’m
hungry all the time.” Alyssa replied, shrugging her shoulders
good-naturedly. “Besides, I’m trying to
get fat.” She looked down at her rail thin scrawny body and frowned.
“Yer just tall, angel,
you’ll grow into it.” Mark assured her gently, still not believing how big
she’d gotten over the past two years.
“You’re not fat for the
final time, Aly.” Nicoya stated exasperatedly, shaking her head at her
daughter, and cracked a small smile. “If
you don’t mind, momma isn’t gonna order anything, but order whatever you want.”
She kissed her forehead before sitting down on the bed, taking her heels off,
and threw them in the corner gently before resting her elbows on her knees, and
just stared at the wall. Her mind on
John and what his next move was going to entail.
Mark blinked, listening
as Alyssa got onto the phone and placed her order. Wondering just how in the Hell the kid
managed to stay so scrawny if she actually ate like this on a normal basis. Chuckling when he heard her order his own
favorite meal. She was sharp as a whip
with the memory to match. That was for
sure.
Alyssa hung up the phone
and settled down on the bed, her sandals sliding off her feet before tucking
her legs underneath her. “Mom, what
happened tonight?” She asked softly, not wanting to press, but she was worried.
Sighing heavily, Nicoya
knew her daughter was going to ask her that, and finally allowed a few tears to
slip down her cheeks. “John attacked the
bodyguards your Uncle hired to watch over me and him with a lead pipe. He then shot threats at me and then left,
didn’t lay a hand on me, but he hurt your Uncle.” Nicoya wasn’t about to keep
anything from her, not wanting to make that mistake again, and pulled her on
her lap as she held her tightly. “I’m
just so glad that you were with Mark when it happened.” She ran her fingers
through her hair, sighing heavily, not believing what a mess her life had
become.
“Well I figured he did
something to Uncle Steve, especially since he didn’t have them stitches in his
head earlier.” Alyssa said calmly, pointing out the obvious, allowing her
mother to hold her. Even though she was
going through a ‘don’t coddle me’ phase, knowing now was not the time to be
touchy. “So what’re we going to do
now? Stay or run?”
“I’m staying this time,
Alyssa. I can’t run from this
anymore. I have to face him and end this
once and for all. Last time was a
mistake. A huge mistake, but this time,
that doofus isn’t getting the best of me.” She sighed, knowing Alyssa was going
through a phase where she didn’t feel like being held, and released her as she
kissed her forehead, tapping her nose gently.
“We’ll beat him, baby girl, I promise.
He won’t come near you unless it’s over my dead body.”
Alyssa didn’t like that
thought. She could actually picture John
killing her mother and shivered, forcing a smile on her face and leaned forward
to kiss her mother’s cheek. “I love you.”
She said, fear in her eyes for a brief second before bouncing away, moving to
rifle through the DVD’s she’d brought.
Mark was leaning against the wall, studying the pair intently. His green eyes following Alyssa before
slowly, reluctantly moving onto Nicoya.
Wondering what the Hell to say to her after all this time.
Nicoya sighed heavily as
she shook her head, burying her face in her hands, and shook it back and forth,
trembling a little. She looked up at
Mark briefly before standing up and walked into the kitchen, needing a drink. She needed one after all the shit she’d been
through on her first night back with the WWE.
Pouring herself a glass of wine, Nicoya walked back into the front room,
looking over at her daughter, who was sifting through her DVD’s. Nicoya’s thoughts went to Mark as she tried
to push it out of her mind, but she couldn’t and the guilt was gnawing at her
insides. What could she say to him after
all that had happened?
“Thank you for bringing
us back here, Mark.” She finally found herself saying and walked over to the
bed, sitting down again, and raked a hand through her hair. The ice had to be broken somehow as she took
a long swig of her wine, hoping it would calm her down.
Mark nodded, opening his
mouth to say something, but was interrupted by room service. Sighing, he answered the door, pulled in the
trolley and tipped the server. He turned
around in time to see Alyssa attacking the food, watching her devour her
plate. “Angel, try breathin’. “He
advised playfully.
Alyssa grinned at him
after swallowing her mouthful, carrying her two food filled plates to the table
and setting down. “You gonna eat?” She
asked, seeing he hadn’t touched his food.
“Maybe later sweetheart,
I’m not all that hungry.” Mark admitted, moving to sit down on the edge of the
bed, looking at Nicoya. “And yer
welcome, darlin’.” He said in a soft, husky voice.
Just hearing his voice
caused the tears to silently flow down her cheeks as she took another long sip
of her wine, breathing out shakily. She
smiled over at her daughter tearfully as she devoured her plate. She shook her head, knowing she got her
appetite from her sperm donor, and crossed her leg over the other before wiping
her tears away. She had to get her head
in the game and figure out what John was planning next. If she knew the man, he would try to coax her
into either sleeping with him, which wasn’t happening, or attack Mark next
since Alyssa was so close to him. Both
options blew, but she knew John’s frame of mind and it was very unstable right
now. Though then again, her brother was
probably extracting some sort of revenge on her ex at that moment, which made
her smile a little more.
“Aly, you’re going to get
another stomach ache if you eat too fast.” She warned softly, raising an
eyebrow at her daughter, who just stuck her tongue out in response.
“I eat like this every
night.” Alyssa explained, seeing the questioning look on Mark’s face. “And every night Mom tells me to slow down.”
She exaggerated her movements, slowly raising her fork to her mouth and taking slowly
chewing it, looking like she was going in slow motion.
Mark snorted, shaking his
head, not believing how much more comedic and cute this kid had gotten over the
past two years. “She’s getting’ quite
the personality, ain’t she?” He asked, deciding to be civil.
“Unfortunately.” Nicoya muttered
good-naturedly, sticking her tongue back out at her daughter, and ran the pad
of her thumb around the rim of the wine glass, deep in thought. “She’s growing so fast.” She said softly,
sounding saddened by it, and took another sip of her wine to keep her emotions
in check. She refused to completely
breakdown until Mark was gone. She
didn’t want his sympathy because she didn’t deserve it. She was shocked he’d actually offered to take
them back to the hotel, but knew he did it for Alyssa. Not her.
That was fine with Nicoya. What
did she honestly expect after leaving him without notice and breaking his
heart?
“Kids do.” Mark sounded
sad himself, sorry that he had missed it.
He had missed Alyssa
these past two years. Missed her more
then he would’ve thought possible. Going
out of his mind worrying about her and then wondering how she was. If she looked the same. If he would even recognize her on the street
if he seen her. He had also wondered
about Nicoya. Wanting to know why she
had just taken off the way she did.
Wondering if maybe she thought he couldn’t protect her. Or himself.
Wishing she had at least given him a chance to assuage whatever fears
had driven her away.
“I’m going to bed.”
Alyssa announced, pushing away from the table, and making a great show of being
tired. “Night Mom, night Mark.” She blew
kisses at them both before disappearing into her bedroom, closing the door
behind her.
“She won’t even allow to
be tucked in anymore.” Nicoya said softly, sighing heavily, and stood up from
the bed, walking over to fill her glass of wine, and wrapped her arms around
herself as she took a long swig of it.
Swallowing it slowly and set it on the nightstand. She just stared at the wall and dropped her
head forward, sniffling a little, and wondered how she was going to get through
this without completely losing it. She
hated this. She hated feeling like
this. Hated the fact that John could put
the fear inside of her and make her angry at the same time. ‘He’s not scaring me away again. I’m staying, even if I end up dying in the
end.’ She thought defiantly and actually downed the rest of her wine before
walking into the kitchen.
Chapter 31
Mark frowned, getting up
and following her into the kitchen, taking the wine bottle from her when he
seen she was going to pour another glass.
He knew Nicoya drinking it to calm her nerves and even though two
glasses of wine wasn’t near enough to get her drunk, he figured it’d be best to
have all their wits about them. With no
alcohol in their systems, in case something happened. “Darlin’…come here.” Mark did something he’d
promised himself he wasn’t ever going to do and pulled her against him,
wrapping her in his strong arms.
Nicoya did what she’d
vowed to herself she’d never do and that was breakdown in Mark’s arms. She wrapped her arms around him and buried
her face in his chest, crying and sobbing her heart out, letting out all of her
emotions shut. Every tear that spilled
from her eyes symbolized how sorry she was for leaving him the way she did and
for taking Alyssa away. “I’m sorry, I’m
so sorry, Mark…” She whispered heartbrokenly, her voice muffled, but it was
clear enough to where he could hear her.
She still couldn’t believe he actually wanted to hold her and comfort
her after everything she did to him.
Especially taking Alyssa away.
Mark kissed the top of
her head, preparing to say something when there was a knock on the door. What was it with people interrupting
them? Especially whenever he was about
to say something? Sighing, he stepped
away from her reluctantly and walked over to the door, peering out and rolling
his eyes, finding a bald head and a middle finger in his line of vision. “It’s yer brother.” He announced, opening the
door.
Steve stepped in,
smirking as he saluted Mark with both middle fingers, then walked over to hug
Nicoya. “How ya doin’ honey?” He asked,
concern in his voice.
“Not good, but I’ll
live.” She replied truthfully, hugging him close, and kissed the top of his
bald head, right over the stitches and frowned, feeling horrible for what
happened. She looked into his blue eyes,
which were glinting wickedly and stepped back, crossing her arms in front of
her chest. “What did you do to him,
Steve?” She asked bluntly, raising an eyebrow.
“And don’t try bullshitting me either because I know you well enough
that you wouldn’t allow that lead pipe synch to go without punishment.”
Steve coughed, looking
really innocent, though anyone who knew him knew him better than that. “Not much…Just got him in a match…” He
whistled. “AFTER filing a police report
of course. So his little temper tantrum
is documented. Though without any actual
proof it was him that done the deed, they couldn’t haul him off, which suited
me just fine.” Steve gingerly felt his stitches and smirked, having beat the
shit out of John in the ring.
“What kinda match?” Mark
asked curiously, knowing Steve was looking way too smug and there was a reason.
“Hardcore, in a cage.”
“Christ…” Nicoya breathed
out and shook her head, not believing her brother would do that, and sighed
heavily. “I hope you beat the shit out
of him.” She stated gravely, her midnight blue eyes narrowing somewhat, and
raked a hand through her hair as she peered over at the wine, but thought
better of it. “Aly is sleeping, but
you’re more than welcome to go say good night to your niece if you want, bro.”
She informed him before sitting down on the bed, her knees still weak from what
happened earlier at the arena.
Steve didn’t bother
telling her that he’d broken three of John’s fingers, plus gave him a
concussion. The cocksucker wouldn’t be
throwing lead pipes anytime soon, not without assistance anyway. He nodded at he though before going into
Alyssa’s room, not surprised to find her awake.
“Sleepin’ huh?”
Alyssa smirked back at
her uncle and replied smugly, “Nah, just tryin’ to get those clowns to talk.”
“Honey bear, yer devious
and I like that.”
Nicoya sighed as her
daughter’s door closed and stood up from the bed as he walked over to her bag,
grabbing out some sleeping clothes, and looked at Mark. She didn’t know what to say to him and felt
the tears swelling in her eyes again before walking into the bathroom, closing
the door halfway behind her. She ran the
cold water from the sink and splashed it on her face, trying to calm down. Being that close to him, feeling his body
against hers lit her on fire. Something
she hadn’t felt in two long years. She
finally patted her face dry and changed into a pair of black pajama pants that
were fleece with a matching tank top that was spaghetti strapped.
Mark was standing in the
kitchen, debating on whether or not she should leave or just wait for Steve,
wanting to talk to him about this whole John situation. Concerned for Alyssa’s safety and
Nicoya’s. He couldn’t deny it
anymore. He took a few deep, calming
breaths, just holding Nicoya had set his heart to racing. He hadn’t realized he missed her that damn
much.
After taking a few deep
breaths to calm herself down, Nicoya finally walked out, raking a hand through
her black hair, and walked over to her laptop.
She plugged it in, knowing she needed to pull an all-nighter to get all
of the work done that she hadn’t done at the arena. She’d be able to do it as she opened it up,
got herself comfortable on the bed, and waited for it to load. Her eyes were fixated directly on the screen,
her knees drawn up to her chest, and blinked back the unshed tears that were in
her eyes. She was scared to death for
her and Alyssa’s life. That and Nicoya
didn’t realize how much she’d missed Mark until he held her in his arms a few
minutes ago.
Steve finally walked out
after the munchkin was truly asleep, shaking his head when he spotted Nicoya on
her laptop. Some things never
changed. He found Mark and stood in the
kitchen with him, browsing the fridge and grinned. Good, the staff had stocked the room with
beer like he asked.
“Hey Coya…” He handed one
to Mark and popped the top on his own, walking out into the main room. “Notice this?” He crossed over to the wall
opposite the kitchen and felt around, pushing open a door. “My room.”
“No, I didn’t notice
that.” She answered, her eyes never leaving the screen and her fingers never
leaving her keys on the laptop. “That’s
nice, bro.” She was too busy to notice anything at this point, diving headfirst
into her work, and was typing so fast, she was sure it was echoing off the
walls. Even with her soft music from her
music player flowing through the speakers of her laptop.
Steve shook his head,
knowing she’d be busy all night and bolted the lock on the door, knowing key
cards were easy to come by if the person was famous and the desk clerk was just
the right sort. If John tried getting
in, he’d have to bust down the door, which would alert everyone to the fact
that he was there. “Come on, Mark. Let’s go talk some…business.” He murmured,
leading the way into his bedroom. Mark
shot one last longing glance at Nicoya before following his friend.
Two hours passed and
Nicoya took a small break, pouring herself a glass of wine, and carried it back
to the bed. She was listening to Madonna
as she took a sip of it, rereading what she’d written for the script ideas, and
nodded her approval. She stirred her
wine with her finger a little before taking another sip, setting it down on the
nightstand, and resumed in her typing.
She wasn’t remotely tired and knew if she didn’t get this done, Vince
would have a conniption fit.
Mark was yawning when he
finally emerged from Steve’s room, having helped the man finish off a twelve
pack. Plus listen to all the gory
details of the match. Then a shit load
of strategizing that left his head spinning.
Wondering if maybe Steve was on way too much adrenaline still from his
match. Shaking his head, Mark glanced
over at Nicoya and smiled slightly as he commented, “Fingers are gonna fall
off, darlin’.”
Nicoya jumped when she
heard his voice, not hearing him come out of Steve’s room, and looked up at him
briefly with a nod before going back to typing.
“Trust me, I’d rather feel that kind of pain then the kind Vince will
deliver verbally if I don’t get this done.” She retorted swiftly and took
another swig of her wine, sighing, and got back to typing.
Mark snorted, shaking his
head. “Darlin’, after sufferin’ them talent
less writers he hired after ya…resigned…I doubt he’d do anythin’ to risk losin’
ya. Yer the best and he knows it.” He
said sincerely, though mention the resign bit had nearly killed him to say. Unable to mask the pain that flickered
through his green eyes.
Nicoya stopped writing as
she sighed, tears forming in her eyes, and had to down the rest of her wine
before she completely broke down. She
knew leaving hadn’t been the best decision at the time, but it was all she could
think of. She was scared for her and
Alyssa’s life after what John did to her.
“I know.” She finally managed to croak out, clearing her throat, and
stood up, walking into the kitchen and poured herself another glass of wine. Gripping the counter to keep her legs from
giving out on her and allowed a few tears to slip down her cheeks. The hurt and pain she heard in his voice was
breaking her apart, but Nicoya knew she deserved it.
Mark stared at her for a
moment, finally walking over to lean in the kitchen archway, watching her. His heart breaking when he seen the tears
sliding down her face. He wanted to pull
her into his arms again, but he also wanted to keep her at a distance at the
same time. “Why’d you run without even
sayin’ goodbye, Nico?” He asked finally, unable to stop himself.
“I didn’t know what else
to do…” She answered in a whisper, more tears falling down her face, and took a
long swig of her wine before setting the glass down. “I was so terrified after he attacked me that
I…panicked…I was fearing my life and my daughter’s and I figured if I left
without a trace, then nobody would find me.
I was wrong.” She sniffled a little as she buried her face in her hands
and ran them through her hair, sighing heavily with regret. “I know it probably doesn’t…fix what I…caused
you to feel, Mark, but I’m sorry. I’m
sorry for…taking her away from you…and for…hurting you.” She stuttered out, her
voice cracking under pressure, and downed the rest of her wine before pouring
herself another glass, trying to keep herself from breaking down.
Mark frowned, taking the
glass from her. “You’ve had enough.” He
said firmly, seeing the look on her face and held up a hand. “Don’t argue with me, Nico. Ya can’t be drinkin much more or else yer
gonna wind up smashed and on wine at that.” He wrinkled his nose. Mark raked a hand through his hair, staring
down at her. He wanted desperately to
hold her, tell her how he forgave her, which he did, but right now wasn’t the
best time for them. They all needed to
focus on the problem at hand and that was John.
“Why do you even care?”
She whispered out heartbrokenly, not understanding him, and felt more tears
pour down her cheeks. “I left you. I hurt you.
I took Alyssa away from you. You
should fucking despise me right now and shouldn’t care what happens to me or
what I do to myself.” She coughed a little, leaning further against the
counter, and gripped her hair in her hands, trying to will the pain to stop
increasing in her heart.
“Woman, yer either buzzed
and blind.” Mark said flatly. “If you
can’t see what I DO care and why I care, then you need to be openin’ them
eyes.”
“I’m both.” She admitted,
raking her hands through her black hair, and took a few deep breaths to calm
herself down. “I’ve been blind for so
many years, which is why this is happening to me. I want this to end, Mark. I want John to leave me alone so I can live
my life in peace. Is that so much to
ask? To live the rest of my life
watching my little girl grow up without having him breathing down my neck all
the time?” She sighed heavily, sniffling a little more, and felt more tears
spill down her cheeks.
“No, it’s ain’t too much
to ask, Nico.” Mark replied softly, pulling his bandana off his head and
reaching out to wipe away her tears. The
woman never had a handkerchief on hand ever.
He gently took her hand and guided her out of the bed, catching her by
the arms when she went to return to her work.
“Nico, let it be.”
“I can’t because if I let
it be then it’s just there, waiting to get finished, and I need to get it done
before I…” She didn’t get to finish her rambling because his lips crashed down
on hers, silencing her, and instantly wrapped her arms around his neck,
pressing herself closer to him. Her
entire body melted into him, her problems vanishing, not even concerned with
the work at the moment. The only thing
she cared about was feeling this man’s lips on hers for the rest of her life
and to never let him go again.
When she had started
going on about how it had to be finished, Mark just wanted to shut her the Hell
up. The woman needed to relax and sleep
off her buzz. Not work and drink, which
he knew she’d do the minute he left. And
then the moment his lips touched hers, all he cared about was not breaking the
kiss. Savoring the taste of her. Of feeling her soft lips against his. He pulled her up against him, deepening the
kiss even more.
A soft moan escaped her
lips as she felt her tongue duel with Mark’s, causing her entire body to engulf
in flames, and entangled her fingers in his hair. She pulled the ponytail holder out that was
holding it together, fluffing it out, and gripped it as he lead her down on the
bed, their lips never leaving each other’s.
Nicoya didn’t care if she ever breathed again, as long as she could stay
like this with him forever. She loved
him. She knew she did, but she was
scared to death to admit it for fear he didn’t feel the same way. She wouldn’t blame him after what she’d done,
and felt her body arch into his, wanting to get as close to him as humanly
possible.
Mark was the first to
realize they were being watched and raised his head up, growling when he seen
Steve watching them. “Man, yer a
pervert, ya fuckin’ mind?” He growled, raising himself off of Nicoya, not about
to do anything in front of Steve.
Especially since Steve was grinning like a damn fool.
“No, go right ahead.”
Steve looked pointedly at his watch. “I
was timin’ ya to see how long you could go without air.”
Nicoya instantly turned
red, biting her bottom lip, and lowered her head, her black hair falling around
her face, hiding it. “That’s not funny,
brother.” She mumbled, her cheeks inflamed, and felt herself do a full body
shiver. That kiss with Mark had been the
most intense, yet sensual she’d ever experienced in her life.
“Sure I am, I was fixin’
to call them world records people and
let them know ya’ll had set the new record.” Steve teased, grinning when he
seen she was blushing though Mark didn’t look fazed.
“I’d be fixin’ to call an
ambulance if ya don’t shut up.” Mark advised darkly, his green eyes slowly
coming out of their passionate haze that kiss had brought forth.
“Bring it on.” Steve
joked in a taunt, loving to make Mark crazy.
“He was doing it to shut
me up, Steve.” Nicoya grumbled, raking a hand through her hair, showing her
inflamed cheeks and pressed her hands over them. She blushed more when he brother just stared
at her intently and pulled her laptop on her lap, leaning back against the
headboard, and started typing, hiding her face in the screen with it lowered.
“Did it work?” Steve
asked Mark conversationally, knowing damn good and well Mark had kissed her to
do more than shut her up.
“Not really.” Mark licked
his lips, staring at Nicoya hungrily, his green eyes becoming fiery with
passion again. “If I wanted to shut ya
up, darlin’, I’d of taped yer mouth shut.” He whispered just so she could hear
him.
Nicoya blushed even more,
officially looking like a strawberry again, and started typing hastily as her
cheeks burned with a vengeance. “Are you
quite finished embarrassing the shit out of me, Steve or can I get back to
work?” She mumbled, her lower lip jutted out, pouting. Looking positively adorable like Alyssa when
she did it.
Steve shook his head,
knowing where Alyssa got her cuteness from, but it didn’t work on him. He was the big brother and way too old to be
falling for that. No matter how adorable
she looked. “You weren’t workin’, honey,
you were playin’ tonsil hockey, so if yer wantin’ to return to yer…game, yeah,
I can leave.” He made no move to go though.
“Damn it…” Nicoya
grumbled more, shaking her head, and started typing so hard, she knew her
fingers were going to be sore tomorrow.
Even though she didn’t care. “See
me typing? Yeah, that’s what I
thought. I’m WORKING and as far as…what
Mark and I were doing is no business of YOURS or anyone else’s, brother.” She
smirked back at him, her midnight blue eyes sparkling, though her cheeks were
still red.
“Whatever ya say there,
cherry red.” Steve replied, bursting out laughing when she went even redder,
dodging the pillow she tossed at him.
“Hey, I already got decked once tonight, you-” Steve growled when the
next pillow hit him square in the face.
Mark snickered, shaking
his head, and taunted, “What’re you bitchin’ fer? It’s a PILLOW.”
“If you don’t want
another one, I suggest you go back to your room and leave me alone.” She stated
in a warning tone, crossing her arms in front of her chest, already having the
next pillow set to launch, raising a challenging eyebrow at her brother. “Pillows DO hurt, Mark.” She stated and
plowed him with the one she was going to launch at her brother, just to prove
her point.
Mark didn’t flinch,
catching it before it hit him and tossing it at Steve before pinning her down
on the bed. “Now that wasn’t very nice,
darlin’.” He murmured, staring into her eyes, a wicked smirk on his sensual
lips. Steve rubbed his nose, retreating
to his room, having enough of being assaulted for one night.
Chapter 32
“I know, but you said so yourself
that pillows don’t hurt. I was just
trying to show you they did.” She smiled innocently up at him, her midnight
blue eyes gleaming wickedly. Her black
hair was splayed all around her since he’d pushed her down on the bed and he
had both of her wrists held gently, but firmly on each arm, holding her down on
the bed.
“I’ll take yer word for
it since ya didn’t nail me with it.” Mark replied seriously, his green eyes
twinkling. He bent down to brush his
lips over hers, smirking when he felt Nicoya do a full body shiver and gently
pressed his body against hers. Moving
his kisses to her throat, flicking out his tongue to taste her soft skin. Groaning from low in the back of his throat,
never releasing her wrists.
Nicoya’s eyes instantly
drifted shut at the incredible, warm sensation that flowed throughout her body,
his tongue and lips doing the trick. She
moaned ever so gently, arching her neck into his touch, and sighed when he
wouldn’t release her wrists. “This isn’t
fair…” She breathed out in a whisper, trying to suppress her moans because of
her daughter and brother in the same room.
Though what Mark was doing to her was causing her senses to reel out of
control. “God I missed you…” She
whispered, her voice intense with emotion.
“I missed you too,
darlin’.” Mark murmured, moving his head down to kiss the upper swell of her
breasts, taking his time. Remembering
how they’d been rushed during their first and only interlude, not about to rush
it this time. “How isn’t this fair,
darlin’?” He asked wickedly, nipping at her through her tank top.
“Christ…” She gasped out
when he began nipping at her through her clothes, trying to wiggle her wrists
free from his grip, and groaned when he wouldn’t allow it. “I want to touch you, feel you, Mark.” She
whispered, her entire body trembling from head to toe, engulfing in a spreading
forest fire.
“You will…in time.” Mark
replied huskily, not letting go of her wrists as he moved even lower, smirking
when he felt her body arching to his firm kisses. Making sure she could feel it through her
clothes and nuzzled his face against her thigh, smiling at her gasps. “What’s wrong, darlin’?” He teased
tauntingly.
“You know what’s wrong.”
She shot back through gritted teeth, her voice harsh and ragged, trying to keep
it to a minimum, and bit her bottom lip.
“Mark, please…don’t tease me…” She moaned out to him breathlessly, her
midnight blue eyes peering into his, darkened over, but she didn’t want him to
stop.
“But you look so gorgeous
when yer flustered.” He drawled, moving so he was straddling her, holding both
her wrists in one hand now. He stared
down into her eyes as his free hand moved back behind him, stroking her firmly
through her pajama pants. Grunting when
he felt her hips grinding against him.
“Like that, darlin’?” He murmured, his deep voice low and husky.
Her cheeks and entire
body flushed more, burning with the need of him, and nodded as she rose her
knees up, bending them, her feet planted firmly on the comforter. “Mark please…” She moaned out pleadingly, her
mind spinning and spiraling out of control, instantly drenching her panties as
he stroked her through her pajama pants and panties.
Mark grunted, ignoring
her pleas and continued taking his own sweet time, rubbing the heel of his hand
against her. Feeling heat emanating from
her sex through her panties and pants, smirking because he knew she was
probably soaking right now. Loving how
beautiful she looked. Cheeks flushed,
hair splayed out, a pleading expression on her face. Simply divine. Mark’s eyes were now a dark forest green
color as he slipped his hand under her pants, then her panties, stroking her
throbbing clit with one finger. A slow,
deliberate stroke.
A soft cry escaped from
Nicoya’s mouth as soon as his finger came in contact with her throbbing clit,
feeling it pulsating against his touch, and arched her hips against him as she
licked her dried lips. “M-Mark…” She
moaned out shakily, her voice intense with passion and anticipation. It’d been two years since she’d last had sex
and he was her last. She hoped this time
around he was her final because she didn’t plan on letting him go as she bit
down hard on her tongue to keep from crying out when his finger slipped inside
of her.
Mark could feel how tight
she was around his one finger, surmising she hadn’t had sex since their last
time, or if she had, the guy was built like a pencil. He almost growled, the thought of another man
touching Nicoya almost enraging him.
Though all anger died when he seen her biting on her lips and
tongue. Letting go of her wrists and
reluctantly pulled his finger out of her.
In a matter of seconds, he had Nicoya naked and was between her thighs,
his tongue taking place of his finger.
Nicoya had to take a
pillow and cover her face with it to keep her screams and moans silent, not
wanting her brother and daughter to overhear them. She arched her hips against him, crying out
when his tongue plunged inside of her over and over at a slow, methodical pace. He’d bring her to the edge and then stop, causing
her to breathe erratically. The man had
a tongue unlike no other and he could curl it, making it brush against her
G-spot, which in turn caused her to cum against her will. “Mark!!” She cried out, though it was muffled
by the pillow over her face, and actually bit into it as her heart was racing
rapidly along with her pulse.
That was what he’d been
waiting for, to hear this sweet angel cry out his name, music to his ears. Mark drove his tongue in her faster, making
sure to firmly brush her G-spot with the tip of his tongue. He smirked, feeling her inner walls clamping
down around him. This time allowing her
to cum. Greedy to taste her sweet juices
and groaning when she coated his tongue with her essence. Suddenly remembering what heaven tasted like.
Nicoya was beyond being
drove to the brink of insanity as she pulled the pillow away from her face,
breathing erratically, and bit back another cry when his tongue thrust inside
of her again. It was the most intense,
indescribable feeling she’d ever experienced in her entire life. Something she could not put into words. “Mark…” She breathed out, gripping the sheets
below with her fingers and then trailed them to his hair, gripping it tightly
in her fingers. “What about Steve and
Alyssa?” She questioned, looking down into his darkened forest green eyes. Hers telling him she didn’t want to stop, but
she also didn’t want them being overheard.
She hated this. She wanted to be
with him more than anything in the world.
Mark groaned, knowing she
was right. Either one of them could walk
in on him and her. That would be awkward
as Hell, especially if it was Alyssa. He
reluctantly moved up, licking his lips, still tasting her. “Damn…” He murmured, staring down into her
eyes intensely.
Nicoya shook her head,
pulling him back down on top of her, and wrapped her arms around his waist
before passionately kissing him. “I…need
you. Please don’t make me wait.” Her
voice was a pleading whisper as she caressed his face with her hands. Their foreheads pressed together. She suddenly got an idea, knowing he was
feeling awkward in here. “You have a
room don’t you?”
“Down the hall.” Mark
said slowly, seeing the look on her face and instantly knew what she was
thinking. “Though I think we oughta at
least warn Steve so he doesn’t freak out if he comes out.” He advised softly,
not looking forward to the harassment that would follow, but not about to give
the man a heart attack either.
Nodding, Nicoya smiled as
she kissed his lips softly before standing up on shaky legs, pulling on her
pajama pants with her tank top. Not
concerned with her undergarments and walked over to her brother’s door. She knocked, poking her head in, and smiled
when she seen he was sleeping. She
quickly scrawled a note on a piece of paper, putting it on his nightstand. She then quietly shut the door before walking
over to Mark and whispered seductively, “I’m all yours now.”
Mark smiled, scooping her
up into his arms princess style, and carried her over to the door, swiping her
card and his bag on the way. A few
minutes later, they were in his room.
Mark set her down and tossed his bag in a corner. His eyes raking her in. Wondering if maybe she might have changed her
mind now that she was here. He knew he
hadn’t.
Nicoya smiled back at him
reassuringly, wanting this more than anything in the world, her eyes never
leaving his. She slowly peeled her tank
top and pajama pants off, kicking them to the side and then winked over her
shoulder at him before laying on the bed.
Her black hair was splayed all over, her body still flushed from what
he’d done to her prior, and her arms were laying on each side of her head. Her leg was up while the other one was laying
prone as she raised an eyebrow up at him.
“Don’t make me pleasure myself, Mark.” She huskily stated, running her
hand down her stomach, her eyes darkening instantly and never broke eye contact
with him.
Mark arched an eyebrow,
getting a wicked smirk on his lips and a matching gleam in his green eyes. He slowly slid off his leather vest, boots
and socks, standing in just his skin tight black jeans, arms folded across his
muscular chest. “Hell darlin’, ever
think that maybe I’d like to watch you pleasure yerself?” He asked in a low
drawl.
“Is that a challenge?”
She asked, raising an eyebrow, and when he just nodded, she got a wicked smirk
on her lips as she closed her eyes. Her
pink slowly snaked out, licking her dried lips, and slowly trailed her hand
down to her hot sex. Her finger brushing
against her throbbing clit, and shivered as her lips parted just the
slightest. The softest of moans escaping
her lips. “Sure you don’t want to be the
one who makes me cum?” She asked in a last chance tone of voice, her eyes
opening to lock with his.
Mark was resting
comfortably on a bar stool, one foot resting on the floor. The other propped on a run, his arms resting
on his legs as he watched her. His green
eyes were dark pools of lust. “Darlin’,
I’ll make you cum all night long.” He promised throatily, never one to break
his promises.
“Then get over here and
show me you can.” She replied seductively and hissed out when her finger slowly
parted her sweet folds, sliding inside, and arched her back, her hips bucking,
causing her entire body to tremble with desire.
Her breathing became erratic as her eyes closed, bending both of her
knees now, and began pleasuring herself right in front of him, knowing this was
turning him on. Nicoya wasn’t the type
to usually masturbate, but when he challenged her in his own wicked way, she
couldn’t resist. “Oh god…Mark…” She was
picturing him doing this to her, except instead of her finger, it was his
hardened cock and that caused her shiver again.
Mark smirked, his own
erection throbbing painfully in his tight jeans, begging to be released, but he
couldn’t move. Too entranced by what
this beautiful woman was doing. Finally,
he quietly shed his pants and moved over to stand at the foot of the bed, his
cock standing at attention proudly.
Ready to take her finger’s place.
When he heard her moan his name, he was through with being a sideline
viewer. In a second, he had replaced her
finger with his cock, rubbing the head of it up and down her wet folds. “You want this, darlin’?” He demanded
huskily.
“Yes!” She cried out
fully at the feeling of his cock brushing up and down her wet folds, her mind
spinning out of control, and brought her finger that was soaked in her essence
into her mouth. Licking it clean, and
moaned softly at her own taste. She
smirked when Mark’s green eyes darkened even more, hers almost black, and
smiled when he hovered over her. Her
breathing was ragged and ran her hand up his back, entangling her fingers in
his hair as she pressed her forehead to his.
“I love you, Mark…” She whispered intensely just as his cock slid inside
of her, stretching her to the limits, and cried out as she arched her body into
him.
Mark’s breath caught in
his throat when he heard her say those words, having wished in his dreams for
the past two years to hear them. He
leaned down to kiss her tenderly. “I
love you too, Nicoya.” He murmured against her lips, feeling how tight she was
around his cock. “Damn woman, yer so
damned tight…” He muttered, inching inside of her, taking his time so he
wouldn’t hurt her.
Nicoya felt the tears
instantly fill her eyes and spill down her cheeks when he said it back, cupping
his face in her hands, and seen all the love for her swirling through
them. She passionately kissed him,
wrapping her arms around his neck, and never wanted to let go. She broke the kiss when he inched a little
further inside of her, causing the burning sensation to increase tenfold. She hissed out and gripped his upper arms,
trying not to tense, and sighed when he finally sheathed himself inside of
her. Causing her breath to catch in her
throat at the incredible sensation that coursed throughout her body. “You feel so wonderful…” She moaned out loud,
knowing nobody could hear them.
Mark agreed with that,
she felt wonderful, exquisite. There weren’t
words to describe how good Nicoya felt wrapped around his cock. He held still, letting his body calm down
some, not wanting this to end in minutes, feeling himself treading dangerously
close to that edge. “Darlin’, yer
beautiful.” He murmured, her moans the sexiest thing he had ever heard. Mark finally moved, withdrawing slowly,
watching her face, loving to see her expressions before plunging back in. Setting up a steady pace, gently nudging her
knees apart even more.
Nicoya parted them
without a second thought and ran her hands up and down his back, over his
shoulders, and down his chest before reaching up. Trailing open mouthed kisses on his upper
chest. She smirked when he let out a
husky growl and felt a shiver run down her spine, causing her to smile, and
cried out when he kept the same steady, slow thrusting pace. She squeezed his waist with her legs, her
thighs tensing, and didn’t want this to end soon either as she took a few deep
breaths to calm her racing heart.
“Harder, Mark…Just take me, sweetie…” She begged, pleaded, anything to
get him to do it.
Chapter 33
“Why? You in a hurry?” Mark replied, grunting when
he felt her tighten her legs around him, smirking when she shook her head
no. “Neither am I.” He sat up, careful
not to hurt her, his arms going around her waist, pulling her up so her chest
was pressed against his. His strong
hands moved up and down her sides, skimming her ribs, feeling her satiny skin
against his palms. Memorizing her curves
before gently gripping her hips and thrusting up inside of her, the breath
being taken from him again. “Nico…” He
murmured, bending his head down to explore her throat, tracing the curve of her
ear with his tongue.
Nicoya completely melted
in his arms, her hands caressing his tender flesh, and suddenly pulled
back. She smirked at him before pointing
to the bedding below. “Lay on your
back.” She requested, smirking when Mark did as she asked with great
reluctance. “Do not fret, my love, I’ll
make it worth your while.” She flicked her tongue out, licking his lips,
tracing them before straddling his waist.
Her pussy barely brushing against his throbbing cock and sucked in a
sharp breath. She wanted to explore
though and began planting open mouthed kisses down the side of his strong neck,
feeling his pulse point, and ran her tiny hands down his chest, caressing him.
Mark groaned softly from
the back of his throat, wanting desperately to take hold of her hips and make
love to her. Wanting to be in
control. Something he never relinquished
in the bedroom, but with Nicoya it was different. He didn’t mind it so much. Wanting her to explore him if that was what
she desired. Instead, he folded his
hands under his head, feeling her kisses and hands on his raging hot body. His cock throbbing almost painfully as he
inhaled raggedly. “Yer killin’ me,
darlin’.” He growled out softly.
“I’m not finished yet.”
She promised huskily, her voice like a soft, sultry caress, and smirked when
she felt him shiver involuntarily. She
smiled, trailing her fire ridden kisses down his throat, nibbling on his Adam’s
apple, and moaned against his skin. She
loved the taste of him, everything about him, and still couldn’t believe he
loved her back. She sighed happily before
moving down further, her lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire in her path as
she kissed and licked down his strong, muscular chest. She knew she was driving him crazy and that’s
exactly what she wanted as she arrived at his abs. His rock hard abs. She moaned from low in her throat before
nibbling and kissing each individual one.
“Jesus Christ woman!” Mark
gasped, not believing how the attention she was paying to his abs was driving
him completely insane with lust. That
wasn’t his normal hot spot. Though he
was rapidly discovering his entire was IT when it came to Nicoya. The simplest caress on her part would set him
to burning. That was how much he loved
and desired her. Mark rubbed a hand down
his face, inhaling deeply, forcing himself to breathe. “Now who’s bein’ a tease?”
“I can’t help it. I just love your body and want to explore
it. Unless you’re in a rush, are you?”
She asked, peering up at him, her eyes pleading with him not to be, and smiled
when he emphatically shook his head. She
continued moving over his abs, licking and kissing each and every one, her own
body lighting on fire as her pussy soaked his tip. Allowing it to rest there and finally looked
up, licking her lips. She then moved
lower, causing him to groan, and flicked the tip of his engorged cock with her
tongue in her path. Her hands rubbing
and caressing his strong, incredibly muscular thighs. The man was chiseled out of stone and
definitely all man in her eyes.
Oh no, he was in no rush,
not wanting to hurry this. He could
spend all night with Nicoya, taking turns exploring each other. Over and over again. Knowing he’d never get enough of her. Or of what she was doing to him. Mark groaned when she tormented him by
sinking ever so slightly on his cock, only to move, reaching down to rest a hand
on her shoulder. Squeezing gently, he
let her know she was driving him to the brink of insanity. Nicoya never failed to surprise him,
especially when it came to her passion.
She was passionate about everything.
This was no exception.
Once she was finished
exploring his incredible body to her satisfaction, Nicoya grabbed his hands,
pulling him up with her, and slid on top of him. She couldn’t do it with him lying prone on
the bed because it hurt too badly. She
smiled at him and moaned when he slid fully inside of her, sheathing himself
once more, and pushed him gently back down.
Never sliding him out of her. She
ran her hands up and down his chest, her hair pooling down her back and over
her shoulders, her body completely flushed with desire. Her eyes darkened more and clouded over when
she rolled her hips, moaning his name at the incredible sensation that coursed
through her body. “Mark…”
“Mmm you feel so good,
darlin’.” He whispered huskily, skimming his large hands up her sides then
moving to cup her breasts, rolling her pert nipples between his thumbs and
index fingers. Molding her breasts in
his hands, pleased that he had found a real woman with a real body. Loving the feel of her. He moved his own hips up, meeting her
movements, matching her pace with equal intensity.
“So do you, baby…” She
moaned back in response, her hands running up and down his chest, raking her
nails lightly against his soft skin, not wanting to puncture him. She bent down, pressing an open mouthed kiss
right over his racing heart, and smirked before whipping her head back, her
hips gyrating against him. She gasped
when his hips snapped up, meeting her, and cried out his name at the
intensity. “God I wanna feel you…” She
was beyond pleading by now, her hands trailing up to run through her hair,
never stopping the rolling of her hips against him.
Mark grunted, gripping
her hips in his hands and began to move her on him, thrusting up to meet her,
feeling her walls pulling him back in every time he withdrew. Rendering him breathless all over again. “Darlin’…” He growled, gently moving her off
of him and rolling so she was on her stomach, face down. He positioned her on her hands and knees,
gently guiding himself back into her hot sex, sheathing himself fully
again. Mark leaned over her, holding the
headboard in one hand, resting his other on her hip, slowly sliding out. Leaving just the tip inside her, he plunged
back in and grunted, his dark green eyes half closed as he bent down to kiss
her spine.
“Mark!! Oh god yes!!” Nicoya screamed out, feeling
him enter her from behind in this position, and lost her breath just as the
sheer feeling that crashed over her. She
could easily cum just with him inside of her in this position, especially since
she felt everything at a WHOLE different level.
She ran her hand back, one holding her up on the bed, and stroked his
cock every time it’d pull out of her.
She cried out when he began pounding into her, but kept the same pace,
just intensified the pace every few seconds, causing her mind to spiral in a
twist of ecstasy.
Mark tossed his head
back, flicking his now damp hair out of his face, gritting his teeth. From this position, Nicoya’s sweet pussy was
even tighter if that were possible. His
knuckles went white from gripping the headboard so hard, snapping his hips with
carefully controlled thrusts. Wanting to
send her over the brink and into nirvana and then do it all over again, wanting
to feel her cum for him. On him. “Cum fer me, Nico, come on, darlin’. I wanna feel yer beautiful pussy soak my
cock, cum fer me…” He murmured in her ear, gently taking her lobe between his
teeth, suckling. “Cum for me…”
“Oh MARK!” She shrieked
out, finally shattering against him as he plummeted a few times inside of
her. The mixture of his cock pounding
into her in this position and his deep, husky voice was too much for her to
take and handle. She screamed out his
name as her walls instantly contracted painfully around him. Suffocating him. Milking him for everything he was worth and
more. Perspiration had formed on her
body as she collapsed against him, crying out when another orgasm ripped
through her body, crashing over her.
Forcing her to cum a second time.
“Oh fuck!”
It’d been harder than
Hell, but Mark managed to hold on, not cumming when she did the first time, but
feeling her explosion had been the most intense experience of his life. Though when he felt her cumming for a second
time, Mark knew he was about done for.
His breathing was harsh pants as he increased the pace even more,
pounding in her for all he was worth.
Though at the same time, he made sure to check for signs that he wasn’t
hurting her. Wanting to make her feel
like she was making him feel. “Nicoya!”
He bellowed, feeling his balls tingling, the feeling spreading throughout his
entire body then narrowing in on just one part, knowing he was finished. “Fuck!” Mark grunted, sinking his cock as
deep inside of her as he possibly could before exploding, filling her to the
core, feeling her walls clenching around him for a third time.
“MARK!!” She shrieked out
again, feeling him explode inside of her, rocking her body to the core, and
felt the breath leave her body for good.
She was wheezing for air as she leaned back against him, not believing
how much he came and how fast, her heart pounding harshly against her
chest. She was hoping it didn’t jump out
and land on the bedding before her since she’d basically handed it to him
before they made love. “I…Love…You…” She
managed to gasp out in between ragged breaths, her back pressed against his
chest, and ran her hand up, caressing the back of his neck. Not believing how intense that was and closed
her eyes.
Mark buried his face in
her hair, inhaling her scent deeply, forcing his own heart to calm down before
it burst. Taking another deep, soothing
breath, his body glistened with perspiration and was trembling from how intense
their lovemaking had been. “I-” He
paused, kissing her neck. “Love.” He
gave her another kiss, this time on the other side of her neck. “You too, darlin’.” He finished, moving so he
was lying on the bed, pulling her down against him, spooning against her,
running his fingertips over her hip, cooling down.
Nicoya smiled when she
heard him say that and entwined their fingers together, knowing he was the one
she was destined to be with all along.
She took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down, and smiled when he
pulled the comforter over them after they both cooled down from their intense
sexual bout. Nicoya turned over so they
were face to face, running her finger down his handsome face, and kissed his
lips softly before scooting closer to him.
She wrapped her arms around his waist, snuggling against him, and kissed
his chest as her head rested against it, her ear hearing his heartbeat. It was the most wonderful sound in the world
as she sighed in contentment.
“Thank you…for giving me
a second chance.” She whispered softly, her voice intense with emotion, but she
wasn’t crying.
“Thank you fer comin’
back and lettin’ me give it.” He replied just as softly, running his hands up
and down her back. “Nico, when this is
over with John, I want ya to marry me.” Mark said, tilting her chin up so she
was looking at him, his intense green eyes boring into hers. “I love you and I love Alyssa. I don’t want to lose either of ya again,
darlin’. Marry me.” He murmured,
feathering his lips against hers in a gentle caress.
Tears instantly filled
her midnight blue eyes as she stared into his emerald green orbs, pulling back,
and simply nodded as a single tear slipped down her cheek. “I want you to adopt Alyssa too.” She added
as a request, knowing he wouldn’t have any objections to it, and kissed him
passionately, not believing he just proposed to her. “Alyssa is going to flip her lid when she
hears this.” She started laughing softly, knowing the expression on her
daughter’s face would be one of sheer disbelief.
Mark breathed a sigh of
relief when she nodded, grinning broadly when she told him she wanted him to
adopt Alyssa. He’d always viewed his
little anger as his daughter anyway, even during those two long years. Never stopped loving her for a second. “Hell, she’s probably goin’ to say about damn
time.” He chuckled, picturing her reaction in his mind’s eye. “Can ya imagine what yer brother is gonna
say?”
“About damn time.” She
giggled, already knowing that’s probably, most likely, what her daughter and
brother would say, and sighed as she snuggled against her fiancé. “Do you want to head back to the room or stay
here for the night?” She asked in a soft voice, running her hand up and down
his chest, and got a smirk on her face as she looked up into his eyes. “Because I don’t know about you, but I’m far
from making up for lost time.” Her eyes darkened over with love and passion for
him.
Mark smirked back, his
eyes lighting up as he sat up and pulled her onto her knees, pulling her hands
up onto his shoulders. “I think Steve
can handle Alyssa if she wakes up, and if anythin’ happens, he has my number.”
He murmured, kissing her lightly before picking her up , smiling when she
wrapped her legs around his waist instantly.
“I think a bath is in order.” He stated, carrying her into the bathroom,
kicking the door shut behind him.
Setting her down and looking at the overly large sized tub, a perk to
having a room like his.
For hours on end, they
washed and caressed each other, made love countless times. She lost track after the seventh bout and
honestly didn’t mind. She’d be sore in
the morning, but she didn’t care. It
would be a delicious ache between her thighs, one that she wouldn’t regret no
matter what. After they finally made it
out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, Nicoya collapsed in Mark’s arms,
smiling as he held her tightly, and snuggled against him. “I love you Mark, forever.” She whispered
before allowing the sleep to overtake her entire body, him following her. Smiling when he declared his love for her
before finally allowing the darkness to take over his own body.
Chapter 34
Alyssa and Steve were
eating breakfast at the table the following morning, both bathed and dressed
for the day when Nicoya and Mark walked in.
Steve grunted at them, sipping his coffee and reading the morning
paper. Alyssa halted, her scrambled eggs
and French toast completely forgotten.
“Where’ve ya been?” She asked curiously, her blue eyes taking in the way
they were holding hands.
Steve folded his paper
and turned in his seat to look at the pair as he asked, “Hell, yer both
glowin’, get a facial?”
Nicoya couldn’t stop smiling
even if her life depended on it, leaning against Mark, their fingers entwined
together, and looked up at Mark before staring back at her daughter. “Alyssa, we have something very important to
tell you, sweetheart…” She paused briefly, licking her lips nervously, and
swallowed hard. Loving how Mark was
there for her as he squeezed her hand in encouragement and nodded up at him.
“What’s that?” Alyssa
said suspiciously, shooting her uncle a curious look, shaking her head when he
just shrugged, looking as clueless as her.
Mark bent down to kiss
the top of Nicoya’s head, staring Alyssa in her beautiful blue eyes. “Yer momma and I are getting’ married.” He
said softly, gauging her for her reaction.
“And I’d like to adopt ya, if ya don’t mind.”
Alyssa’s eyes widened, a
radiant smile lighting her face up, looking like she was going to get up and
hug them both, but extended a hand to Steve instead and stated, “Pony up.”
Groaning, Steve reached
into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet, whipping out a fifty dollar
bill and handing it to her. “How the
Hell did ya know?” Steve demanded and shook his bald head in disbelief.
“I’m brilliant of
course.” Alyssa replied smugly, slipping it into her Capri pocket with a grin
on her face.
Nicoya’s jaw dropped to
the floor at what her daughter and brother did, not believing this, and crossed
her arms in front of her chest. “Excuse
me? You made your future father and I a
bet?” She demanded, her mouth still somewhat open, and looked up at Mark, who
was shaking his head with a grin on his face.
A look that said that was his little girl and he was proud of her.
“Well…yeah.” Alyssa said
slowly, returning to her French toast, her appetite not put off in the
slightest. “Mom, close your mouth, flies
are gonna get in.”
“Honey bear here said
somethin’ bout ya’ll hookin’ up this mornin’ and it kinda went from there.”
Steve explained, smiling sheepishly, not believing he’d just lost fifty dollar,
not believing he’d just lost fifty dollars to his eleven year old niece.
“Hell…I think you just
had yer ass handed to ya, Steve. I’d
quit gamblin’ and find somethin’ yer good at.” Mark advised, sheer amusement
shining in his emerald green eyes, and chuckled from low in the back of his throat
at Alyssa’s grin.
“Like sitting there and
looking pretty, cue ball.” Alyssa informed her uncle, the smugness in her voice
evident and clear as the blue sky outside.
Nicoya tried really hard
not to laugh, but her face was turning beat red, and she finally couldn’t take
it anymore. She burst out laughing,
holding her stomach, and had to lean against Mark for support because he was
doing the same thing. “Cue ball?” Nicoya
rasped out, tears streaming down her cheeks, not believing what her daughter just
called her precious Uncle Steve. “Oh my
god, I wish I had a damned camera at the look on my brother’s face right now!”
Steve blinked, staring at
his niece wide eyed, not believing himself she’d just said that. Growling when he heard Mark’s deep laughter
booming throughout the room. “Shut up,
Rigamortis!” He snapped.
Mark didn’t flinch and
asked, “Sayin’ I’m stiff?” Steve just folded his arms over his chest, blue eyes
narrowed to slits. “I’d have to agree.”
Mark smirked, holding Nicoya up, his green eyes sparkling amusedly. He’d been stiff all night.
“Marcus!!” Nicoya
exclaimed, elbowing him hard in the stomach, causing him to groan as she shook
her head at him disapprovingly. “OUR
daughter is in the room right now!”
“Busted.” Steve snorted,
turning back to his coffee and paper.
Alyssa was studying them
all curiously. “Someone wanna fill me in
on the joke?” She demanded, having no clue what was going on, wondering why her
mother had elbowed her future father in the stomach.
“Nothing, Alyssa
Marie. Eat your food.” She ordered, glaring
over at her brother and then at her fiancé, shaking her head, and walked over
to the table. She popped a sausage link
in her mouth, after dipping it in syrup, and shook her head at her family. “You two are something else.” She grunted
before looking over to her laptop, sitting on the bed, and looked over her work
from the previous night before going to Mark’s room.
“What?” Steve asked
curiously, exchanging confused looks with Alyssa before they both shrugged.
“Mom, didn’t you get that
finished last night?” Alyssa demanded, sounding thoroughly shocked. It wasn’t like her mother to put off work
unless something drastic happened. Steve
started sniggering, seeing the look on Mark’s face, and busted out laughing,
not able to hold it in.
“No, I got…distracted.”
Nicoya managed to say, trying not to turn red as Mark stared at her with those
intense, smoldering green eyes, and felt a shiver run down her spine before she
lowered her head and began typing.
“By what?” Alyssa asked
promptly, now wondering what could be so distracting. Mark had to step into the kitchen, the look
on Nicoya’s face both amusing and making him take pity on her. Not believing how persistent Alyssa still
was.
“What is this? Twenty-one questions?” Steve shot back,
raising an eyebrow at his niece, and saved Nicoya’s ass.
“None of your business,
young lady. Now finish your breakfast
and stop asking questions.” Nicoya ordered her daughter, not tearing her eyes
from the screen for fear of turning into a strawberry in front of her daughter. She snagged another sausage link from the
table and snapped her head up when there was a knock on the door. Causing her to look at both her brother and
Mark, the redness gone from her face, and replaced with fear. ‘Who could it be?’ She thought, furrowing her
eyebrows together.
Mark and Steve were
apparently having the same thoughts because they shot each other looks. Steve finally got up and gestured for Alyssa
to go sit with her mother on the bed. He
waited until Mark was standing behind the door before walking over, peering out
of the peephole and frowned, slowly, cautiously opening the door. “Mom, what’s going on?” Alyssa asked softly,
a worried tone etched in her tone.
“Hello sir, I assume
you’re Mr. Williams?” The police officer asked, causing Steve to nod his head
once, and crossed his arms in front of his chest, wondering what was going
on. Mark heard the voices from behind
the door, but didn’t say anything, just waited in case it was a trap while
Alyssa sat with her mother. “Sir, I am
Officer Bogard and this is Polom. We’re
here to inform you that as of nine-thirty last night, John Cena was found dead
in his hotel room. The authorities are
investigating it now, but we found this in his room. It is said he shot himself.” Officer Polom
was silent, handing over an envelope that had bloody handprints on it, and
Steve hesitantly took it. After talking
for a few minutes with the gentlemen, they finally left, leaving Mark standing
there stunned into silence.
Steve closed the door
quietly shut, walking over to put the envelope down on the table, staring at it
like it was poison before looking up at his sister. Then at Mark, wondering if this was a trap of
some kind. “Someone wanna tell me what’s
going on?” Alyssa demanded, not liking being left out in the cold.
“Angel, go pack.” Mark
instructed quietly, not surprised when she obeyed his command.
Nicoya looked at her
fiancé, the tone of his voice completely serious, and then looked at her
brother, the fear engulfing her even more.
When Steve didn’t say a word and just handed her the envelope, Nicoya
swallowed hard, seeing the blood on it, and seen it had her name written on the
front. NICOYA. It looked like it
was written in blood, which made her feel even sicker to her stomach. She knew she had to open it though and ripped
it open hastily, pulling it out, and began reading the wording on the
paper. Tears filled her eyes as she read
it and covered her mouth with her hand as she allowed a few to slip down her
cheeks.
~Coya
By the time you read this, I will no longer be living on
this earth. I’ve made a lot of decisions
in my life, one of them being hurting you.
I understand that you probably will never forgive me and for that, I’m
truly sorry. I’m sorry for everything I
put you and your family through, including our little girl. I still can’t believe you kept her from me
for eight years, but in a way, I understand.
I was an asshole. A deceitful
prick that only cared about my needs and happiness instead of yours. I will never be able to live with myself,
especially after getting my ass handed to me tonight in the ring by your
brother, which I fully deserved. I don’t
know how to live my life anymore so I’ve decided to end it. I put two bullets in my head. One for you and one for Alyssa, my
daughter. Our daughter. For all the pain and misery I’ve caused you
both, I’m deeply sorry. I just wanted to
be with you, but never got the chance to express myself because you would never
give me the chance too. Who could blame
you though, right?
In closing, take care of our little girl. She’s beautiful, smart and I know she’ll
carry on the Cena bloodline with honor once she finds out her daddy is dead and
gone from her life. I don’t’ care what
you say or feel. I will ALWAYS be her
father, no matter what or who you’re with in life.
I love you, Nicoya Harris and I’m sorry for ruining your
life.
Goodbye.
John~
Mark stared at his
fiancée, frowning when he seen the tears, wondering what was in that
letter. “Darlin’?” He murmured softly,
taking a step towards her.
“Coya honey, what’s
wrong? What is that?” Steve asked,
concern in his tone, and glued his eyes on the piece of paper she’d been
staring at for the past five minutes straight.
Nicoya dropped the letter
on the ground, the tears pouring freely down he cheeks, and bolted off the bed,
rushing into the bathroom. She barely
made it to the toilet before emptying the contents of her stomach, holding it
tightly, and started crying hysterically, not believing the words she just
read. She knew it was from John and he
wrote it. He had handwriting unlike no
other and it made her physically sick to know that he’d shot himself because of
her. “God why?” She whispered to herself, trembling from head to toe, and began
to sob violently.
Steve frowned, hearing
his sister throwing up and decided he was going to know what the Hell that
thing said. He walked over to the bed
and picked the letter up, quickly reading it.
He was tempted to crumple the damned thing in his hand, wondering if
this was some trick of John’s. If it
wasn’t that son of a bitch had done a really damned good job of getting to
Nicoya from his freshly dug grave. Mark
hadn’t given two fucks about that letter.
He was more concerned about Nicoya and followed her into the bathroom,
kneeling down next to her. Offering her
comfort if she wanted it.
Nicoya vomited more, the
words running through her mind as the tears coursed down her cheeks, gripping
the side of it for dear life as she sobbed harder. Her chest was heaving and she felt like she
couldn’t breathe. “He…killed
himself…because of ME!” She cried out, throwing up more, and felt Mark hold her
hair back for her, which she greatly appreciated. She hadn’t meant to make John kill himself,
just wanted him to stop with his antics and to leave her to live her life in
peace. How could she do that now after
finding out he’d shot himself because of her and her daughter?
“John killed himself
because he couldn’t deal with whatever demons haunted him, Nico. It’s not yer fault.” Mark said quietly. “Suicide is never the answer, it’s a
permanent solution to a temporary problem.” He honestly felt nothing about this
besides sorrow at seeing how upset she was.
John could have sought out counseling, done something. This was the wrong answer.
She finally stopped
throwing up, her face tear streaked, but she couldn’t move. She was too weak to do anything, especially
after reading that letter, and sighed heavily.
She wiped her mouth off with a towel that Mark handed her and stood up
on shaky legs, stumbling over to the sink, and turned the faucet on. She splashed cold water on her face and then
rinsed her mouth out, not liking the taste of vomit in it, but she couldn’t
stop crying. How was she going to
explain this to her daughter? She sighed
heavily and stumbled out of the bathroom, gripping the wall for leverage, and
seen the television was on. Nicoya
dropped to her knees and cried out painfully when it showed a picture of John
dead in his hotel room. She instantly
bolted back into the bathroom, spewing the rest of the contents that were in
her stomach.
“I’ll do it.” Steve said,
seeing the expression on Mark’s face, tearing his eyes away from the television
and heading into the bathroom to tend to his sister. Knowing she was probably feeling like this
was all her fault. Fuck Cena! Steve hoped the bastard rotted in Hell. It was unbelievable how the man still had a
hold on Nicoya and he was dead!
Nicoya finally stopped
throwing up, having nothing left, and cried her heart out, not believing what
was happening. John shot himself and he
wrote her a letter that specifically told her that it was because of her and
Alyssa. She felt like dying along with
him at that moment and shakily stood up, seeing Steve was with her, and
couldn’t stop crying. She walked past
Mark and into Alyssa’s bedroom, crying harder and sat on the bed. Pulling her into her arms and began rocking
her as she buried her face in her hair.
She just wanted to comfort her daughter, already knowing Alyssa had seen
the television. They all had and she
knew Alyssa was probably more confused than ever at that moment. How could she explain this without making it
sound like it was their fault that this happened?
“Mom, why are you
crying?” Alyssa asked softly. In her
eleven year old mind, she couldn’t help, but see this as a good thing. Yeah, she knew it was wrong of her, but she
couldn’t help but be glad that the scary man who’d repeatedly hurt her mother
was gone. He’d never be able to hurt
either of them ever again. They didn’t
have to hide or be afraid anymore as Alyssa wrapped her arms around her mother.
Nicoya didn’t answer her
daughter right away, knowing Alyssa didn’t see the letter, and made sure she
never would. She kissed the top of her
head, finally calming down, and sniffled a little as she stood up from the
bed. “Finish packing, angel.” She
instructed softly before walking out, wrapping her arms around herself, and
felt sick at the sight of the letter on the bed. “Get rid of it. I don’t care which one of you does it, but I
don’t want to ever see it again. Burn
it, rip it up, do what you must, but I don’t want Alyssa to EVER see those
words.” She quietly stated, meaning every word that came out of her mouth, and
wiped the remaining tears away from her eyes before going to pack up her
laptop.
Steve did the honors
gladly, taking the blood covered letter and envelope to the kitchen, setting
them on fire before laying them in the sink.
Watching as they burnt to ash before drawing water over the ashes. “Darlin’, maybe you should head on home… yer
not in any condition to be workin’.” Mark said softly, not even sure what was
going on in Nicoya’s mind right now.
Wishing he had an idea so he could help her besides it was her fault
thing.
“No, I’m fine. I wouldn’t have a heart if I didn’t mourn for
his death, Mark.” She responded softly, sniffling a little, and sighed when her
cell phone rang. She walked over and
answered it, pleasantly surprised to hear her boss’s voice on the other
line. She talked for about thirty
seconds before hanging up, sighing heavily, and raked her hands through her
hair, throwing her phone on the bed.
“Vince has ordered me to take the next two weeks off. He said if I come to the arena, I’ll lose my
job.” She couldn’t believe this and felt like ringing his neck.
Mark arched an
eyebrow. That was a particularly nice
gesture on Vince’s part, especially since Nicoya had yet to finish the scripts
and the poor bastard would be stuck with his shitty writers. Mark already had every intention of telling
Vince he was taking time off, not about to lose Nicoya and Alyssa again. Especially not leaving them alone after this
predicament. “Darlin’, where would ya
like to go?” He asked softly, thinking this time off thing was for the best.
Sighing heavily, Nicoya
didn’t even know how to answer that. She
raked her hand through her hair and looked into his emerald green eyes, seeing
the fear in them, and knew he was scared that she’d run again. She walked over and took his face in her
hands, pressing her forehead to his, and whispered. “I’m not running away from you. I love you, Mark.” She kissed him softly
before wrapping her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly, and buried her
face in the crook of his neck.
Mark wrapped his arms
around her, holding her against him tightly.
“Darlin’, I wouldn’t let ya run.” He whispered, meaning that, he’d of
followed her to the ends of the earth.
“Wherever you and angel go, I’m
comin’ with ya.”
Nicoya sighed against him
with relief, needing him more than ever now, and kissed his neck as she
nodded. “Then I want to go to your
place…if you don’t mind.” She pulled back, her hands on his broad shoulders,
and stared up into his eyes, searching them with her own. “If we’re going to get married then I need to
see what my future home is going to look like as well as Alyssa.”
Mark grinned, the thought
of having Nicoya and Alyssa running around his ranch, his property, was a
pretty good one. “Ain’t near no ocean.”
He cautioned her. “I live in Texas,
darlin’. Can you and Aly handle that
kinda dry weather?”
“Do you have a pool?” She
asked promptly and when he nodded, Nicoya grinned as she kissed his lips
softly. “Then we can handle the dry
weather.” She ran her fingers through his goatee before hugging him again, her
head resting on his chest, and sighed shakily.
“I’m sorry for…reacting that way.
I know it’s not our fault for what he did. I’m just glad it’s over with, even if he had
to take his own life in order to do it.”
“Don’t be sorry for how
you feel, Nico. It’s who ya are and yer
a better person for it.” He whispered soothingly, stroking her back
gently. “The important thing is you and
Alyssa are safe now. Ya won’t be lookin’
over yer shoulder anymore.”
Nodding, Nicoya smiled up
at him, stroking his face with the back of her hand, and kissed his lip softly
just as Alyssa walked out. “Sweetheart,
guess where we’re going for the next two weeks?” She asked, her midnight blue
eyes shining, even though they were still bloodshot and swollen from crying.
Alyssa stared
suspiciously at her mother, knowing she was in a different state of mind at the
moment, and rubbed her arms hesitantly.
Hoping they weren’t about to disappear off the face of the planet again
and whispered, “Where?”
“Texas with Mark and
Uncle Steve.” Nicoya answered softly and smiled tearfully when Alyssa jumped
into her arms, causing her to hug her tightly.
She laughed when Alyssa bolted into her uncle’s arms and turned around
to face the love of her life. “I love
you, Mark.” She whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck, and hugged him
tightly, feeling right where she belonged.
“I love you too,
darlin’.” He bent his head down to gently kiss her. “You bout ready to go? You got me itchin’ to get on home now.” He smirked
when she blushed and held her closer in his strong, massive arms.
On the plane ride to
Texas, all Nicoya could think about was her life and how drastically the WWE
had changed it. She’d met her soul mate,
the man she was always destined to be with, and hadn’t even realized it. He’d been under her nose the entire time and
she’d been too blind in her hate to notice anything around her. Being in Mark’s arms gave her a sense of
comfort and love she’d been desperate to find all along. “Feels like home.” She whispered to herself,
a contented smile on her face, and closed her eyes while Mark squeezed her hand
gently, knowing this was where she belonged and this is where she was going to
stay.
The End.