Powerless

Chapter 1

6 AM came way too soon.

Snapping his eyes open, Dean heard the alarm blare on the nightstand by his ear and reached his hand over, slamming it on top of the annoying contraption. Granted, he was up and just resting his eyes, he still hated that incessant beeping sound. When would he learn to go to bed at a decent hour? How about the day after never? The older he got, the more Dean paid for staying up until 4 AM when he knew he had to be up in 2 hours to catch a flight. His two days off flew by in the blink of an eye, but Dean soaked up as much relaxation as he could. He scrubbed a hand down his face and slowly sat up in bed, letting out a long yawn that sent tremors throughout his 6’4 muscular frame. Dean had a flight to catch in 3 hours, so he had to get his big backside out of bed, shower and make sure all of his things were packed before leaving to head to the airport.

Dean didn’t have a normal 9-to-5 job. In fact, a lot of people thought his job was fake and ridiculous, but he loved every second of it. Sure, it was a little brutal and he was pretty beat up, but Dean wouldn’t have changed it for the world. He worked for World Wrestling Entertainment, –Everyone simply called it the WWE- the biggest wrestling organization on the planet. He was known as a sports-entertainer and WWE Superstar, since they didn’t refer to sports-entertainment as professional wrestling anymore. Dean got to beat up people for a living and didn’t go to jail for it because it was part of his job. His days off were Wednesday and Thursday usually, but whenever WWE had tours overseas to satisfy their worldwide fan base, he had NO days off. Monday was a televised event called Monday Night Raw and Tuesday taped another televised event called Smackdown!. Friday through Sunday were house shows, WWE live events that weren’t televised. WWE had two other shows called Superstars and Main Event, but Dean rarely appeared on them and they were taped before Raw and Smackdown! anyway.

Ever since high school, that’s all Dean ever wanted to do was be a professional wrestler. He was on the wrestling team and learned his technical ability through that experience, but it was the shows on television that really nailed him. He would watch WWE –It was WWF back then- along with WCW and ECW, –Both shows were bought out by WWE over a decade ago- religiously, becoming connected with it in every way possible. His parents weren’t thrilled about it at first and thought it was just a phase he was going through. But when Dean announced he wanted to train to become a professional wrestler, they didn’t know what to think. He was blessed to have parents who actually supported him in whatever decisions he made in life and Dean could honestly say this was one he didn’t regret. Not very many people enjoyed going to work, but Dean did – traveling, sleep deprivation and everything else that came with it. There was nothing like walking into an arena full of thousands fans screaming and roaring, performing in front of them was even better.

Hearing the ocean waves crash on the shore flood through his open balcony door of his condo, Dean sighed in contentment and closed his eyes, relishing the sound for few minutes. Life didn’t get any better than this. He had the job he loved, a beautiful home and loving family that lived just on the other side of the city. As happy as Dean was though, he did wish he had someone to share his life with – someone to come home to after being on the road for 280+ days a year. It was hard having a relationship because he was gone so long and rarely home, 2 days a week if he was lucky. Truth be told, Dean had found a woman he was interested in and had been for a year, ever since he came up to the main roster of WWE from their developmental. For some reason, he couldn’t get up the courage to ask her out on a simple date, which wasn’t surprising since Dean was always awkward around women. It was a miracle he’d gotten dates for both his Junior and Senior proms in high school along with the other school dances he had to endure. He had a few girlfriends throughout high school, but he was young, stupid and naïve, not understanding what it meant to be in a relationship. He was going on 28 years old now, not getting any younger and it was time to let his balls drop and just ask the woman out he’d had a crush on for the past year before he lost his opportunity.

Dean didn’t realize another hour had passed by until he glanced at the clock and bolted upright in bed, cursing because he had less than 2 hours to get ready. Hightailing it into the bathroom, he jumped in the shower and quickly scrubbed himself clean, washing his dishwater blonde curls. He had a hint of scruff on his face, deciding to leave it since he didn’t have time to shave. Sometimes he wanted to be clean shaven, but a lot of the time he didn’t mind having scruff. He’d never grow a beard though, it definitely wouldn’t look good for his image. Stepping out of the shower, Dean quickly dressed in a pair of tight blue jeans, black polo shirt with a black beater underneath and pulled his sneakers on. He’d change into something a little more presentable once he arrived at the hotel, but for now he wanted to be comfortable on the plane. Security clearance wouldn’t be a big deal considering they knew him on a first name basis, so Dean wouldn’t have to spend much time going through it like others. It was one of the perks of being a WWE Superstar and flying all the time.

Around noon, Dean arrived in Charlotte, North Carolina where they had a house show to perform later that night. He signed a few autographs for fans that approached him with a smile on his face, thanking them for the admiration. One thing about Dean was he always – ALWAYS – had time for his fans. It didn’t matter how tired and beat up he was after a show, he would never deny a fan anything because they made him who he was. If it wasn’t for fans, Dean wouldn’t be a WWE Superstar, so he owed them everything and more for all the support. He looked down when a small little girl around 5 or 6 years old timidly approached him, holding out a picture for him to sign silently. Dean smiled, squatting to be eyelevel with her and took the picture, scrawling his autograph for her. The little girl thanked him in a small whisper and Dean winked, watching her scurry off to join her parents that were close-by. They thanked him and Dean watched the father lift his daughter in his arms while she admired the signed picture with star-struck eyes. Shaking his head with a chuckle, Dean turned and retrieved his luggage along with rental car, heading out of the airport to drive to the hotel.

On the way, his cell phone rang and Dean answered it, having his Bluetooth in his ear. “Ambrose.”

“Dean, it’s Stephanie.”

Stephanie McMahon was one of his bosses in the WWE and a woman nobody wanted to cross the wrong with. “What can I do for you, Miss McMahon?” He asked cordially, stopping at a red light.

“I need you to come to the arena for a meeting with you, Seth and Roman in a half an hour. Is that alright with you?” Stephanie asked, shuffling papers on her desk trying to figure out the match card for tonight’s show.

“Sounds good to me. I just landed, so I’ll just come to the arena and check into the hotel after the meeting.” Dean said, refusing to deny Stephanie anything and knew this meeting had to do with the Shield, a current group he was part of.

“See you in a little while then. Seth and Roman are on their way already.”

20 minutes later, Dean pulled into the Time Warner Cable Arena and parked in the designated area for the WWE Superstars, hopping out with his bag of gear in hand. He always packed it separate from his regular clothes just in case he didn’t have time to stop at the hotel to drop his stuff off, like now. He waved at Gary, the security guard, and clapped him on the back on his way in, waving to some of the fans lurking behind the arena hoping to catch a glimpse of their favorite wrestler. Dean greeted a few coworkers, WWE Superstars and Divas, on his way to Stephanie’s office, already knowing where it was located. It was a good thing this was just a house show because, if he came to the arena in jeans for Raw or Smackdown!, Stephanie would’ve fined him due to the WWE’s strict dress code.

“Come in, it’s open.” Stephanie called out when she heard a knock sound at her office door, smiling up at Dean Ambrose. “Nice of you to join us, Dean.”

“Traffic was a bitch, sorry.” Dean apologized, shaking hands with his fellow comrades Seth Rollins and Roman Reigns.

Seth had two-toned blonde and black hair, the high-flyer of the group, with dark chocolate eyes standing at 6’1 and weighed 217 pounds. Roman was the powerhouse, the Enforcer, with long black hair and grey eyes, standing at 6’3 and weighed 265 of pure muscle. His right arm was sleeved in a Samoan tattoo that stemmed from his heritage and it added to the intensity of who he was. Dean had gone through the WWE developmental system with them, which started in FCW/NXT –FCW changed to NXT- and all 3 of them became the Shield a month before being called up to the main roster in WWE. They debuted at Survivor Series in 2012, almost a year later since that was the WWE’s next big pay-per-view happening in a few weeks and Dean was excited since it would be the Shield’s one year anniversary.

“No problem, we’re waiting for Hunter.” Hunter Hearst Helmsley was Stephanie McMahon’s husband and most fans knew him as Triple H, a legend in the company. He was also another one of the Shield’s bosses.

“I’m here, I’m here!” Hunter stated, hearing his wife’s voice through the door and shook his head. “Sorry about that, traffic sucked.”

“That’s what Dean said.” Stephanie laughed, leaning back in her chair and already had another set up for her husband. “Sit down and let’s get started.”

“Yes ma’am.” Hunter grumbled, making everyone chuckle and popped a squat next to his wife, taking her hand lacing their fingers together. “Have you told them yet?”

“No, I was waiting for you.” Stephanie turned her attention back to the 3 men who dominated the WWE since their arrival almost a year ago. The Shield. “Well gentlemen, it’s been one hell of a run with your group, but we’ve decided it’s time to split the Shield up. You 3 have proven yourself worthy of being here and I have no doubt in my mind you will make it in single’s competition. With that being said, the Shield will be splitting up at Survivor Series.”

Dean frowned, sharing confused expressions with Seth and Roman, all of them not understanding why this was happening. “Miss McMahon, with all due respect, I think that’s a mistake...”

Stephanie arched a brow at Dean, having always admired him for speaking his mind. “And with all due respect, Dean, it’s what’s best for business.” That had been the new company motto as of late. “The reason we’re splitting the Shield up is because we want Roman to turn face against you two. We want him to break out and become the next potential WWE champion. Randy Orton and John Cena need some new stiff competition and we think he fits the build perfectly.”

Roman blinked at Stephanie, shock evident on his face and in his grey eyes. “Wow…” He didn’t know what else to say, clasping his hands in front of him and hated the fact the Shield was breaking up, but at the same time this was the push he’d been waiting for. “Thank you, Stephanie and Hunter.”

“Just don’t disappoint us, Roman. Now then, as for the Survivor Series match, the Shield is going to group with the Wyatt Family for one night against CM Punk, Daniel Bryan, the USO’s and the current Tag Team champions Goldust and Cody Rhodes. It’ll be an elimination match and Roman will help them win against the Shield and the Wyatt’s to make his face turn.” Stephanie explained, looking down at her notes just to make sure she wasn’t missing anything. “We were going to do it on Raw this coming week, but it’s too predictable and not to mention we want to do this at one of our biggest shows of the year.”

Dean listened and was honestly happy for Roman because the man deserved this push just as much as he and Seth did. They wanted Roman right now though and that was fine. Dean didn’t care if he ended up down in midcard for the rest of his career as long as he was with the WWE, doing what he loved to do. Dean did ask what would happen with him and Seth and Hunter simply didn’t have an answer for him yet since they were still working out details. It wasn’t surprising.

They walked out of Stephanie’s office heading toward the Shield locker room and Dean stopped, clapping Roman on the back with a smile. “Congratulations, big man. I mean that.”

“Same here.” Seth nodded, bumping his fist with Roman’s and would miss them tagging together, but if this is what the company wanted there was nothing he could do. None of them could change their fate.

“Thanks, I’m just…This is crazy.” Roman rarely stammered, but he was trying to wrap his mind around what they were just informed. “It sucks they’re doing it at Survivor Series of all places though.”

“Maybe they’re thinking it needs to end where it began?” Seth suggested, shrugging his shoulders when both Dean and Roman glared at him. “What?”

“That’s not comforting, bro.” Dean grunted, scrubbing a hand down his face and heaved a sigh, knowing Roman had reservations about this. “Look, we got a show to do tonight, let’s talk about this at the hotel.” They were sharing a suite like always because it helped save money and not to mention all 3 of them considered each other family.

Roman nodded, agreeing with Dean and couldn’t believe he was being the voice of reason since that was usually what Roman did. “We’ll just have to make these next few weeks together count.” They headed down the hallway together, not knowing what the future held and could only hope this split didn’t destroy their careers.

Chapter 2

On the way to their dressing room, the Shield was nearly plowed into by Liliya Young and Lilianna Walker. They were WWE Divas and a WWE Diva tag team known as the Lilies because of their appearances. Lilianna had burnt orange hair and brown eyes that had a hint of gold in them, standing at 5’9. Liliya had dark pink hair with citrine eyes, standing at 5’8. Truth be told, both Roman and Seth had crushes on the beautiful Divas for a while now since they came up to the main roster from developmental. Lilianna and Liliya had been down in FCW/NXT with them and had been sent up a few weeks before Ambrose, Rollins and Reigns. They worked with the girls a time or two in mixed tag team matches, but nothing came of it and naturally Roman and Seth were too timid to simply ask them out for a drink.

“Hey guys.” Liliya greeted cheerfully with a smile, citrine eyes glittering. “Sorry about that.”

“No apology necessary.” Seth said, waving her off dismissively with a sheepish smile of his own. “I’m digging the pink hair, Lyla.” Most people called her that since Lili was already taken by Lilianna.

“Thanks!” Back in FCW/NXT, Liliya had dishwater blonde hair and before coming to the main roster in WWE, she dyed her hair dark pink for her wrestling character. “It’s growing on me, especially since I’ve had it for a while.”

“How are you doing, Lilianna?” Roman asked, trying to pull her into the conversation and could tell something was bothering her, but he had no idea what it was.

“Fine.”

The last thing Lilianna wanted to do was stand here and have a conversation with a bunch of coworkers, not with the way she felt. There was no way they’d understand, so she just kept her mouth shut and ignored the way Roman stared at her. She was tempted to ask him if he had a staring problem, but refrained since he could snap her in half like a twig. Smarting off to Roman Reigns definitely wouldn’t be the wisest career move, so Lilianna opted to keep her mouth shut instead while Liliya continued flirting unashamed with Seth Rollins. It was obvious they both liked each other, but for some reason Liliya hadn’t told him how she felt and neither had Seth. They were friends, of sorts, but there was something deeper hidden beneath the surface between them. Lilianna had her own love life to worry about though, which was currently in shambles.

“Lyla, I’ll meet you back in the dressing room.” Lilianna announced, turning and walking away from the Shield without a word, clenching her fists at her sides.

Liliya heaved a gentle sigh, wishing there was something she could do for her friend and tag team partner. After what happened, she honestly didn’t know what to say to Lilianna to make her feel better. There really was nothing to say given the circumstances. If this happened to her, Liliya didn’t know how she would react either or what she would do. She was shocked Lilianna agreed to come back to work when she probably should’ve taken some personal time off to get over what happened. However, Lilianna was one of the most stubborn women Liliya ever met and her mindset was nothing and nobody would stop her from doing her job.

“Don’t mind Lili, she’s having a bad day.” Liliya kept the smile on her face and could feel Seth slowly devouring her with his chocolate eyes, remaining perfectly calm. Though it felt like her body temperature rose several degrees just by his gaze alone.

Roman noticed how tense Lilianna was, even when she merely spoke and turned his concerned grey eyes to Liliya. “What’s up with her?” He asked, folding his massive arms in front of his chest.

The smile vanished from Liliya’s face instantly and she shook her head, lowering her eyes from him. “It’s not my place to say, Roman. I’m sorry.” She could see the concern in the big man’s eyes, but she couldn’t betray Lilianna by spilling what happened.

“She’s right, bro.” Seth clamped a hand on Roman’s shoulder before he could get another word out. “If you want to know that badly, go ask her yourself. Don’t worry about it, Lyla.”

Liliya was thankful for Seth’s intervention and shot him a silent ‘thank you’ with her citrine orbs. “Look, I really need to check on her. You guys have a great night.” She rushed off away from the Shield down the hallway toward the locker room she shared with Lilianna and tried getting Seth Rollins out of her mind.

She wasn’t the only one having issues with having a certain someone locked on the brain. Seth was too and it was all Liliya Young, pink hair and all. He honestly could get lost in those citrine eyes for hours on end and her laughter was contagious – actually everything about her was. There wasn’t a single thing Seth found wrong with Liliya, but for the life of him he couldn’t gather the courage to ask her out. It drove him crazy, especially whenever they’d run into each other and the attraction ignited. All Seth wanted to do was yank her in his arms and kiss her breathless, just one taste of those sweet soft lips against his was all he wanted. Granted, he wanted everything Liliya had to offer, but if all he got was one kiss, he’d take it and be happy as a clam.

Ever since FCW, Roman had somewhat of an infatuation with Lilianna Walker and found himself growing more attracted to her as the days passed. When she left to come up to the main roster a few weeks before them, Roman was an absolute bear and refused to talk to anyone about how he felt. His comrades wouldn’t understand, though he did finally come clean to Seth one night while they were both getting hammered in a local bar in Tampa, Florida, where Seth resided. Roman lived in Pensacola, but he found himself staying with Seth and Dean whenever they had days off. Dean had been on a date or was busy doing something, so it was just the two of them and Roman finally told Seth how he felt about Lilianna. That was also the night he found out Seth had a thing for Liliya Young. He still didn’t understand why Seth hadn’t made a move toward Liliya yet and just asked her out for a simple drink, but Roman had kept his distance from Lilianna for a very specific reason.

She was engaged.

“If you two are finished staring down the hallway like two lovesick puppies, I’m heading to catering for something to eat.” Dean stated, snapping both of his comrades out of their deep thoughts and chuckled, shaking his head. “Get your heads out of your asses and just come clean already.”

“Easier said than done, bro.” Roman rumbled, rubbing the back of his neck and looked at Seth, both of their eyes full of turmoil. “And food my ass.”

“Yeah, we both know why you’re really going down there.” Seth piped in, simultaneous smirks crossing their faces and bumped fists. “And just when are you gonna make your move?”

Dean snorted, rolling his eyes. “When I’m damn good and ready. See you guys back at the locker room.” He walked away from them heading down the hallway toward catering, hating how well Roman and Seth knew him. Food wasn’t the reason why he always went to catering every night.

Meanwhile, Lilianna sat in the dressing room wrapping her wrists tightly and tried maintaining her temper. It wasn’t fair. Nothing in life ever went her way and she didn’t understand why. How could she let something this catastrophic happen? Didn’t she deserve to be happy just like everyone else in life? No apparently not. Gritting her teeth, Lilianna had her back turned to the door when she heard it open and didn’t look up, ripping the tape off with her teeth. If Liliya tried talking to her about what happened again, she would end up in a handicapped match that night because she wouldn’t have a tag team partner. People needed to leave her alone and they would if they knew what was good for them or else Lilianna would let her anger flare.

A deep throat clearing behind her snapped Lilianna out of her thoughts and the scent of an all too familiar cologne permeated the air. “Lilianna.” The sound of his voice made her already simmering blood spike dangerously, making her slowly stand and turn to face him.

“What the fuck do you want, Orton? I’m busy trying to get ready for my match.” Lilianna snapped, folding her arms tightly in front of her chest with narrowed fire ridden brown eyes and pursed lips.

Randy didn’t expect anything less from Lilianna, especially after what he did to her. “I wanted to talk to you about…”

Lilianna cut him off instantly. “Are you stoned? Are you seriously standing here wanting to talk to me about what you did to me?” He had to be on drugs or wasn’t as intelligent as she originally thought. “Save your pity party and lies because I have no interest in hearing anything you have to say. You showed me your true colors and taught me a valuable lesson.”

“Oh really?” Randy’s blue eyes turned to ice, not appreciating her attitude towards him. “And what might that lesson be, Lili?”

“First off, you don’t have a right to call me that anymore. Only people that know, love and trust me are allowed to call me that nickname. You are NOT in any of those categories, Orton. Better yet, keep my name out of your mouth, period.” She ordered, taking a silent deep breath and took a step back when Randy took one forward.

“You didn’t answer my question, LILI.” Randy’s eyes flashed dangerously, purposely using her nickname again and smiled with wicked intentions. “I’m curious by this so-called lesson you learned from me, precious.”

It was hard being in front of this dickhead and not tackling him to the ground beating the hell out of him, but Lilianna somehow pulled it off. Randy Orton was one of the top WWE Superstars in the company, a locker room leader of sorts, though nobody respected him. He had the worst work ethic and enjoyed getting others in trouble whenever they called him out on doing something wrong in the ring. In his mind, Randy was invincible and didn’t make mistakes in the ring. People just didn’t do their jobs properly. Lilianna was about to squash his ego and pummel it into dust, her own eyes flashing.

“By wasting 18 months of my fucking life on a worthless no good, lying cheating son of a bitch that wouldn’t know what love was IF IT BIT HIM IN THE ASS!!” Lilianna started out talking and ended up screaming that last part, fighting back tears as her whole body trembled from head to toe. “For making me waste 2 years on you thinking you wanted me for the rest of your life. And showing me that it’s not smart to mix business with pleasure and love doesn’t exist, not anymore. Does that about clear things up for you, Orton?”

Randy could not believe the vile words coming out of her mouth and took a step forward, but decided against it because of how much raw rage flowed through her eyes currently. “I never meant to hurt you, Lili…” He dropped his voice to a solemn tone and ducked when a chair went FLYING past him. “WHAT THE FUCK?”

“YOU LYING SACK OF SHIT!! YOU NEVER MEANT TO HURT ME? REALLY? DID YOU THINK ABOUT THAT WHEN YOU WERE STICKING YOUR DICK IN SOME NASTY COOCHIE? DID YOU THINK ABOUT THAT WHILE I WAS KILLING MYSELF PREPARING FOR A WEDDING THAT NEVER HAPPENED?!” Lilianna had enough and couldn’t contain her temper any longer, picking up another chair folding it in half to hurl it at him as hard as she could. “AND I TOLD YOU NOT TO CALL ME THAT!!” Her entire face grew beat red, every part of her body trembling from head to toe. “GET THE FUCK OUT!! GET OUT OF HERE!! I DON’T WANNA HEAR ANYTHING YOU HAVE TO SAY AND I DON’T HAVE TO!! I DON’T CARE WHAT YOUR EXCUSES ARE!! WE’RE OVER, ORTON!! WE’RE SO FUCKING OVER!! NOW GET OUT OF MY DRESSING ROOM AND GET OUT OF MY LIFE!!”

Never in the 2 years Randy knew Lilianna had he seen her so angry and it made him wonder if she was on the verge of having a breakdown. “Lilianna, I love you, please…” He tried pleading once again and barely missed another chair that went sailing over his head, crashing against the wall by the door just as it opened.

“WHAT THE HELL?”

Liliya’s eyes shot out of their sockets, not believing she was nearly decapitated by a flying chair. What the hell is Randy doing in here, was her first thought, and Liliya didn’t move away from the door. She blocked it in fact just in case Lilianna decided to end Randy’s career. Lilianna was more than capable of doing it too and Randy deserved it after hurting her best friend and tag team partner the way he had. She could tell Lilianna had erupted from the way her breathing heaved, her chest rising and falling rapidly and hot tears streamed down her face.

“This is your only warning, Orton, so open your fucking ears and pay attention. If you don’t leave our dressing room right now, you’ll be losing your balls next.” Lilianna hissed venomously, her voice full of promise and dared him to defy her wishes. “You have 3 seconds.”

Deciding now wasn’t the time to provoke her further, Randy held his hands up and began backing away toward the open door Liliya currently blocked. “Fine, I’m going, but this isn’t over, Lilianna.” He stated, gritting his teeth and looked down at Liliya, his eyes demanding her to move.

“Come here again and I’ll help her with the castration, asshole.” Liliya promised, folding her arms in front of her chest and stepped aside, letting him stalk out. “What the hell was he doing here? Trying to feed you a line of bullshit about why he left you high and dry at the altar?”

“Something like that, but I wasn’t hearing any of it.” Lilianna replied, slumping down on the bench and buried her face in her hands, beginning to cry fully. “I hate him.” She sobbed and Liliya sat down next to her, wrapping her arm around Lilianna’s shoulders. “I hate him so much, Lyla…”

“I know, sweetie, I know.” Liliya soothed, trying to help her friend the best way she knew how and felt Lilianna rest her head on her shoulder. “He’s such an asshole. I hate him too.”

After Lilianna had her crying jag, she jogged down to makeup to redo her face and then proceeded to get ready for her match that night against Summer Rae and Eva Marie. Lately, those bitches had stepped on their toes a little too much and it was time to show them who was the elite in the WWE’s Diva’s division. Summer Rae thought Lilianna had been flirting with her man, Fandango, who she valeted to the ring and Eva Marie was jealous of Liliya. They had interfered in their matches on more than a few occasions and the Lilies finally had enough.

Tonight, they would settle the score.

Chapter 3

Dean’s whole reason for coming to catering stood in front of the table with some of the food already set out.

Jecina Shaw.

She was beautiful from the top of her gorgeous short black hair that had natural curls throughout it to the tips of her covered toes. Jecina stood at 5’6 and had captivating forest green eyes that always sucked Dean in whenever they locked on him. Her cooking was to die for and it was honestly what attracted Dean to her in the first place. More specifically her delicious desserts. Jecina very rarely left the cafeteria attached to the catering room unless she was refilling food. It seemed as though every time Dean, Roman and Seth went to catering, she was in the back preparing more food, so he didn’t get to meet her right away. Then one night, the boys ran out of water in their dressing room and Dean volunteered to go down to catering for some more, spotting a woman he didn’t recognize refilling some of the food. It’d been 6 months since his official WWE debut with Roman and Seth, which was at Survivor Series, to that night and Dean couldn’t take his eyes off of her. She had on dark grey dress pants with a sleeveless dark blue buttoned up top, black pumps on her feet. Her hair was always left down since it rested just above her shoulders in a feathered style that framed her face perfectly, her bangs angled. Dean could remember standing there for 10 minutes straight staring at her and snapped out of it when she realized eyes were burning through her. That’s when her forest green orbs locked on his and Dean was a complete goner, feeling an instant magnetic attraction to her he couldn’t explain.

“I – uh – hi.” Dean had stammered, taken away by her sheer beauty and her returning smile nearly drove him to his knees along with her angelic voice.

“Hi, did you need help with something?” She had offered and it took everything inside of Dean not to drop to the floor at that moment.

“I just…need some water…” Dean couldn’t take his eyes from her, not for a second and watched her retrieve a case for him, carrying it over.

“Here you go, hopefully that’ll last you for a while.”

“Thank you.”

Dean reached to take it from her and felt their fingers brush together, instantaneously feeling a jolt of electricity rush up both of his arms at the same time. It made the hairs on the back of his neck stand straight up. Never had a woman affected him the way Jecina Shaw did and ever since he’d been finding excuses to bug her in catering. He really wanted to ask her out on a date, but every time Dean tried he became tongue-tied and frustrated. What if she had a boyfriend already or, worse, was married? Jecina was far too beautiful to be single and that’s what made Dean hesitate the most because he really didn’t want the friendship they had developed to vanish because of his stupidity.

“You’re staring again, Ambrose.” Jecina jolted him out of his deep thoughts and the memory of when they first met, not looking his direction while setting out some of her chocolate soufflé desserts.

“Sorry.” Dean mumbled, trying not to sound embarrassed by being caught staring at her again and failed miserably, heading towards her, a sheepish smile on his face.

Tonight she wore black dress pants with a short sleeved light green top that really brought her eyes out. Dean sidled up next to her with a boyish grin and snatched one of the chocolate soufflé desserts from the box, popping it into his mouth. They were his absolute favorite and Dean always snuck one before everyone else had a chance to get their hands on them. Jecina rolled her eyes at his antics and elbowed him in the stomach playfully, adding a playful glare for added measure and finished setting the desserts on the tray. The same thing happened every night they were on the road together in WWE with Dean coming to visit her and snatching a dessert out of her box. Normally, she would’ve scolded him and did the first time he did it, but Jecina got used to it after 6 straight months of the same thing happening. It also wasn’t the first time Jecina caught Dean blatantly staring at her, which was something she did not mind at all.

“You’re impossible, you know that?” Jecina shook her head with a smile, closing the lid on the box and headed through the double doors leading to the cafeteria, Dean following suit. “How are you feeling?”

“Tired and looking forward to my 4 days off this week.”

The WWE just got back from a grueling 2 week tour overseas and Jecina didn’t have to go since Vince provided food over there for them by different caterers in the different countries they visited. Jecina didn’t mind the time off, especially since she had her sister’s wedding the second week they were gone. She wanted to ask Dean to go with her, but when she found out he had to overseas for the WWE, she immediately nixed the idea. Truth be told, she missed him a lot while he was gone, but Jecina would never admit that because Dean only thought of her as a friend. Nothing more. If he thought more of her, he would’ve made a move already or asked her out, so Jecina kept him strictly in the friend-zone, as hard as it was.

“Good, you deserve it along with the others after that hellacious trip overseas. I see a lot of sleeping and relaxing in your future after tomorrow.” They had Raw tonight and then tomorrow night was Smackdown!, so Dean just had a little longer to hold on. “I’m so glad you’re back and I have something for you.”

Intrigued, Dean arched a dishwater blonde brow and wondered what it could be, an excitement filling him. “Well don’t keep me in suspense, Cina.” It was a nickname he specifically gave to her.

“Patience, Ambrose.” Jecina smirked, grabbing what she wanted to give him and hid it behind her back, slowly walking back to him. “Close your eyes.”

“Seriously?”

“Just do it and stop being difficult.” Jecina ordered, arching a brow of her own when it looked Dean might fight her on this. “I won’t give it to you if you don’t do what I say.”

Groaning, Dean grumbled something about her not playing fair and reluctantly closed his eyes as requested. He felt her take his hand and placed something in it that felt cold, confusing him more. What the hell was she giving him? He didn’t dare wiggle his fingers or move his hand for fear of dropping whatever she placed in his hand, so Dean stayed perfectly still.

“Okay, open your eyes.” Jecina said, stepping back with a smile.

In his hand was a mini cheesecake that had a red D on it, which looked to be made of strawberry or cherry topping. Cheesecake was one of Dean’s favorite desserts and Jecina knew it besides her delicious chocolate soufflés. “What’s this for?” He asked, finally pulling his gaze away from the cheesecake to lock on those hypnotic beautiful forest green orbs.

“I wanted to welcome you back properly. It wasn’t the same without you coming to visit me every night and snatching a dessert.” Jecina leaned up, kissing his cheek softly and felt Dean’s arm wrap around her waist, pulling her close as he set the cheesecake down, hugging her fully.

“It wasn’t the same overseas without you either, Cina.” Dean murmured in a low rasp, his mouth right by her ear and cupped the back of her head gently, inhaling her intoxicating scent of jasmine. “Thank you for the cheesecake.”

“No problem.” Jecina stepped away from him after a few more seconds, relishing the feeling of being in his strong arms and wished there could be more between them. “So, what was your favorite moment being overseas?”

“Coming home.” Dean said truthfully with a chuckle, watching her turn to start making more of her delicious chicken salad for sandwiches. It was everyone’s favorite, but she only made it once a week. “What about you? How was your 2 weeks off?”

“Busy.” Jecina replied, walking over to the sink to wash her hands. “My older sister, Lena, got married.” She made it sound nonchalant, thinking Dean wouldn’t be interested in talking about something like a wedding, but she was wrong.

“Whoa, your sister got married?” Dean had no idea and walked over, hopping up on the counter while she started mixing the ingredients for the chicken salad. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Then Dean had a horrible thought, his stomach tightening. “Who did you go with?”

Jecina didn’t expect to be questioned and felt her heart swell a little more in her chest for Dean Ambrose because he was genuinely curious about her personal life. “No one.” She answered softly, chewing her bottom lip and shrugged, trying to brush it off. “It was a beautiful wedding. I was the Maid of Honor and it was outdoors. Perfect weather too, not too hot or too cold.”

“Why didn’t you go with anyone?” Dean didn’t know why he pressed her for that information and watched her stop making the chicken salad to look at him, swallowing hard. “I mean…it had to be embarrassing going to your sister’s wedding without a date.”

Why did he care so much if she had a date at Lena’s wedding? Was Dean trying to make her feel worse about that? “I was, but there was nothing I could do. Everyone I asked to go with me said they were busy or had better things to do. And I refused to let the fact I didn’t have a date stop me from seeing my sister marry the love of her life.” Jecina said curtly, chopping up some carrots to put them in the chicken salad mixture.

Dean could hear the sadness tinge her voice just beneath the surface and felt like a dick, not meaning to upset Jecina about that subject. She didn’t ask him to go with her, though he wouldn’t have been able to attend anyway. Why hadn’t he crossed Jecina’s mind to be her date for the wedding? Jecina claimed to ask several people, but he never once crossed her mind. That stung a lot more than Dean was willing to admit and made him believe further Jecina wasn’t interested in him in anything more than a friend.

“I’m sorry you had to go alone.” Dean murmured quietly, reaching over to place a hand on her shoulder and stared down into her face. “You should’ve had guys lined up to take you.”

“Yeah well, I didn’t and maybe it’s for the best. I’m far too busy since I’m constantly traveling to have a boyfriend anyway.” Jecina’s tone was blunt and somewhat harsh, but she was never one to sugarcoat anything she said or felt.

Deciding a change of subject was definitely in order, Dean pulled his hand away from her shoulder and picked his cheesecake up, taking a bite out of it. “So, did she have a bachelorette party or anything?” He asked after swallowing, not wanting to talk with his mouth full of food.

The smile returned to Jecina’s face as soon as he asked her that, nodding. “That was quite a night to remember. There wasn’t any male strippers or anything, but we did get completely blitzed. I lost count how many shots I had and Lena drank me under the table like always. I’m a lightweight compared to her. Her husband, Zachary, rented a club out for the night and it was so much fun because at least 50 people showed up. My sister is somewhat popular.” That was an understatement. “It was a lot of fun, but I don’t think I’ll be touching tequila again for a while.”

Dean would’ve loved to see Jecina plastered out of her mind, not believing he missed that and wondered if her sister had any pictures or videos. “I would’ve paid to see you drinking and having a good time. You’re always so tense and focused when you’re on the road with us. I don’t ever see you go out to have fun.” He pointed out, keeping his tone light and friendly because he didn’t want to upset her again with his dickhead comments.

“On the contrary, Ambrose, I do go out on occasion and have fun with the Lilies.”

They were two of her best friends on the roster, though she was a little closer to Lilianna than Liliya. Still, she loved the women to pieces and at least once a week they had a girl’s night out where they drank, danced and had fun. Lately, they hadn’t gone out because Lilianna was so angry and didn’t want to hang out, not that Jecina blamed her. Being left at the altar of a wedding that took 18 months to prepare, even with a hectic WWE schedule, would’ve angered any sane human being. Her heart broke for Lilianna and Jecina was silently happy that Zachary hadn’t pulled anything like that with Lena. She smirked when Dean arched a brow and rolled her eyes, nudging him playfully after pouring chopped celery into the mixture.

“You do know Roman and Seth have the hots for them, right?” Dean didn’t care if he spilled the beans or not because he knew Jecina wouldn’t utter a word to anyone about it to the girls.

That surprised Jecina. “Really? Who likes who?” She was intrigued now, dipping her hands in the mixture after washing them a second time and began mixing everything together.

“Roman likes Lilianna and Seth likes Liliya.”

They talked a little while longer and Dean reluctantly left her to go get ready for tonight’s show. Jecina washed her hands and poured the chicken salad into a huge bowl she always used, carrying it out setting it on the table. Dean hadn’t left and currently had half a chocolate soufflé in his hand, the other half in his mouth. He really did love her desserts a little too much and Jecina secretly loved it, but he had to save some for everyone else on the roster.

“I thought I told you to save some for others.” She said from the side, glancing at him with a smirk and shook her head.

The man raised a slow brow, his wet dishwater blonde hair hanging down over his forehead and electric blue eyes. “I just got here. Didn’t know it was a fucking crime to eat the food that’s set out for the WWE employees. My mistake.”

“What are you…?” The question died on her lips as soon as Dean turned to face her…only it wasn’t him and Jecina’s eyes flew open, her mouth dropping open in shock.

The man looked just like Dean, only with longer hair and his clothing was different. Blue jeans and a black t-shirt with sneakers on his feet. He had a silver ball chain around his neck, his build not as a bulky as Dean, but the faces were…the same. What the hell was going on? Was Jecina losing her mind? The resemblance was uncanny, but it was clear this wasn’t Dean Ambrose.

“I-I’m sorry, I thought you were someone else…” Jecina stammered, seeing the intensity in his electric blues that weren’t nearly as soft as Dean’s and swallowed hard. “What’s your name?”

Smirking, the man popped the other half of the chocolate soufflé in his mouth and took his time chewing, swallowing the bite down. “Jon.” His voice was low and gritty, a touch of huskiness to it. “Jon Moxley.”

Chapter 4

It was his first night in WWE.

The confrontation with the raven haired beauty was the highlight of his night so far. He found her amusing, especially when she was embarrassed for mistaking him for someone else. How the hell could she do that anyway? There was nobody in the WWE like him, not that Jon knew of. She had scampered to the back with a crimson face and Jon’s laughter flowing behind her. He snatched a plate full of food and headed outside to smoke while he ate since the arena was smoke free. That would be something he’d have to get used to since he smoked like a chimney, especially when he was nervous or annoyed. In this case, it was a little bit of both. Setting his plate of food down on an equipment trunk, Jon hopped up on it and lit his cigarette, closing his eyes as the nicotine filtered through his system. There was no other feeling like it in the world and Jon felt himself relax instantly, letting the smoke filter out of his nose and mouth. While eating alone, Jon started thinking about all the obstacles he had to overcome to get here – to this night.

Jon never thought he’d make it to the biggest wrestling organization in the world because he always thought the WWE didn’t give a damn about him. He’d been wrestling in the Independents since he was 16 years old, starting out young because it was escape from his personal life. It was his only escape, the only thing he cared about when it came down to it. Growing up, Jon didn’t have loving supportive parents and had to fight for every single thing he had in life. He discovered professional wrestling at an early age and became instantly hooked, addicted even, especially with ECW. He watched WWF –It was changed to WWE in 2002- and WCW too, but he related to ECW a lot more because of the violence and survival of it all. Jon never missed a program and would climb on the fire escape of the crappy apartment he lived in whenever the reception died out inside the building. It wasn’t the most conventional way to watch his programs, but it was all Jon had that gave him a shred of happiness.

Maybe it was because he was adopted or maybe he wasn’t supposed to live, period. Jon didn’t know. All he knew was he was adopted at birth to the Moxley family because his biological mother gave him up. He had no idea why and ended up being adopted by a family that had a whore for a mother and a drunk for a father. Jon was abused on a daily basis by his adopted father, Marty, always being blamed for taking food off the table and costing them too much money. The mother, Nancy, tried protecting him the best she could, but it was hard when she was also abused. The prick forced Nancy to walk the streets and sell her body for money so they could survive because he refused to work. It was pathetic and taught Jon a lesson at a very young age that he wouldn’t get anywhere in life without putting forth effort and hard work. He refused to be like his Marty, lazy and completely dependent on a woman to survive in life.

Marty Moxley died shortly after Jon turned 10 years old of a drug overdose, which was a huge blow to Nancy. She was never the same after his death and still wasn’t to this day. For Jon, it ended the abuse and torment Marty put him through the first 10 years of his life and he was genuinely happy for the lowlife to be gone for good. Jon no longer had to worry about being woken up in the middle of the night to be beaten with a leather belt or whatever weapon Marty chose to use. There were different ones, but his favorite was a wooden paddle with Jon’s name scrawled across it. He hung it up in the living room in plain sight so Jon could clearly see it, a blatant warning not to screw up. Jon spent most of his time either in his room or outdoors away from the abusive apartment, sometimes sleeping under an overpass that wasn’t far from where he lived. There were a handful of friends, but they didn’t know about the amount of abuse Jon suffered at the hands of his adoptive father. It was one of the big reasons why he never invited anyone to stay the night because he refused to subject them to seeing the abuse, or worse being abused since Marty was unpredictable.

It was a miracle Jon managed to get a high school education, though it wasn’t without problems. Nancy had delved into drinking and more whoring after Marty died, claiming being heartbroken over losing her husband. She didn’t care about her body or wellbeing, somehow surviving through heavy alcohol intake and drugs. Heroin was a personal favorite of hers. When Jon turned 16, he was emancipated with absolutely no fight from Nancy. In fact, she informed him they were being evicted and she was leaving Cincinnati, all of her things already packed. Jon could’ve cared less, feeling zero love for a woman and watched her walk out the door, leaving behind signed emancipation papers. In the state’s eyes now, Jon was considered an adult, so he was forced to get a job and try to get caught up with the bills. The landlord found out what happened and gave Jon a few months because she felt bad for the boy, wanting to help him as much as she could.

A week later, Jon found a flyer about a professional wrestling school that was just a few miles down the road from the apartment building and immediately went to see what it was about. The company was called Heartland Wrestling Association (HWA). At first, he was denied because he wasn’t 18 years old, but Jon managed to get a job setting up the ring for live events and cleaning up the place prior to shows. Jon soaked up as much experience as he could, watching every match intently and paying attention to the moves that were done. Eventually, Cody let Jon start training as a wrestler and showed him the basics. They trained 3 days a week for 3-4 hours and Cody paid Jon what he could for his services outside of the ring. Jon also got a part-time job at a McDonald’s, but that didn’t last long since they kept interfering with his wrestling schedule. It wasn’t easy living and, on top of working at the arena, Jon managed to keep going to school for his education.

Over the next several years, Jon traveled all around the Midwest wrestling for different promotions, including doing a few dark matches for WWE, but HWA was always a home to him. He went to Puerto Rico for 6 months, which taught him another valuable lesson about doing drugs. As if he didn’t have enough lessons from his childhood, Jon had done the one thing he vowed never do and that was drugs. It was hard not to since everyone else did down in Puerto Rico, fitting in and all. It was a low point in his life that Jon regretted, but at the same time he didn’t because he wouldn’t be the person he was today if he hadn’t gone through everything he had. While in Puerto Rico, Jon received a call from WWE asking him to contact them whenever he returned the states. So Jon did and they pretty much guaranteed him being signed to WWE developmental. Only it didn’t happen because 4 days later, the man who guaranteed a contract was fired for drug use along with a bunch of WWE Superstars and employees.

Jon went into a downward spiral after that and didn’t wrestle for a year because he was angry wrestling had been taken away from him. Making it to the WWE was all he ever wanted and the HWA system failed him at every turn. He ended up getting a job at a gym training people and helping them with workouts, making a lot of money. The first thing Jon did was pay back the landlord for all the months she let him stay in the apartment without paying rent. He was very thankful to her. The landlord refused to take the money and told Jon he was more than welcome to stay in the apartment as long as he wanted, free of charge. She had a soft place in her heart for him because of everything his parents put him through at such a young age. People weren’t blind, they knew what the Moxley’s did, but nobody had the nerve to call protective services or the police on them. Not even she did, though Jon didn’t blame her since it was survival of the fittest in Cincinnati. During the year off wrestling, Nancy had come back into town and begged for Jon’s forgiveness, sobbing her heart out about all the mistakes she made. They ended up making amends, but Jon refused to let her stay in the apartment with him and Nancy understood that, having a place of her own in Cincinnati because of her new husband, Kyle.

No matter how much Jon was angry for having the WWE ripped away from him, he still loved wrestling and it was the only thing he enjoyed. He secretly hated his job at the gym and anything that didn’t involve wrestling. One of his childhood friends, Sami Callihan, had been wrestling for a company called Combat Zone Wrestling (CZW) for a while and wanted to get Jon in it. Jon always thought it was too hardcore for his taste, but decided to give it a shot. Before CZW came along though, he ended up having a match against a man named Drake Younger, both of them hitting it off instantly. They had a great match in a company called Impact Pro Wrestling (IPW) and their feud eventually spilled over into CZW. Drake became a brother to Jon along with Sami, both of them starting a tag team that was legendary throughout the Independents. The Switchblade Conspiracy. Jon relied on his anger and personal issues to fuel who he was and found the hardcore environment worked for him. He loved being split open by barbed wire, light tubes, metal folding chairs, forks, pizza cutters, bricks, tacks, panes of glass and other weapons. With every drop of blood he spilled in CZW and other promotions, Jon worked his way up to the top of every Independent company he wrestled for, burning them all to the ground.

At one point, Jon was the world champion in 4 different promotions at once, which was unheard of in the Independent circuit. He changed the game and raised the bar for everyone who wanted to pursue a career in the wrestling business. With every gold belt he held, the one he cherished more than anything was the CZW world heavyweight championship. HWA was no longer his home, CZW had surpassed it and Jon would never forget everything the company did for him as long as he lived. He was loyal to those who were loyal to him and he hoped his WWE career was just as successful as his Independent one. Everyone was sad for Jon to leave, including Sami, but they didn’t know Sami would be following Jon in a few short months so they could continue their careers together. Jon looked forward to Sami making it to the WWE because right now he’d never felt more alone in his life and kept questioning whether or not coming here was the best thing to do. He’d been burned by WWE once and if it happened again, Jon didn’t know how he’d handle it.

Jolting out of his deep thoughts about the past, Jon took another drag of his cigarette and heard his cell phone go off, flipping it open after the 3^rd ring. “Moxley.”

“Hey man, how’s it going?” Sami’s voice greeted and Jon physically relaxed since he hadn’t recognized the number, then remembered Sami had gotten a new cell phone recently.

“Alright I guess, had an interesting run-in with a coworker, of sorts…” Jon smirked at the thought of the raven haired beauty and had to remember to get her name sooner or later.

“Bitch or dick?”

Jon chuckled at Sami’s vulgarity when it came to talking about the opposite sex, blowing smoke out of his mouth. “Bitch, though I think she’s more of a broad than anything. She doesn’t seem to be the bitch type. Did you inform DJ on what’s happening yet?”

Sami heaved a sigh, nodding and flicked ash from the tip of his cigarette. “Yeah, he wasn’t happy about it, but he understands the CZW can only do so much for a wrestler. They don’t pay nearly as much as WWE. My final program starts next month and then I’ll be joining you.”

Jon liked the sound of that, shoving his plate of food away and pulled his knee up to bend it, resting his forearm on it. “A lot sooner than we both thought it’d be. You nervous?”

“Besides feeling like I wanna shit my pants, no.” Sami half-joked, nodding at something Drake said to him and rolled his eyes. “Hold your fucking panties, man. Fuck. Drake wants to talk to you, hold the fuck on.”

“MOXLEY!!!” Drake roared, his adrenaline at an all-time high and laughed when Scotty Vortekz socked him in the arm. “Man, why the fuck didn’t you tell us Sami was leaving to come to WWE with you, bro?”

Jon rolled his eyes, brushing some hair from his eyes since the curls were coming back because it was drying quickly being outside. “Didn’t think about it honestly and it’s not my fucking place, Younger. You should join him, you and Vortekz. We could take this fucking company by storm.”

“Oh yeah because PG rated shit really does well with us?” Drake retorted with a snort, taking another shot of Jack Daniels since they were in the bar with Sami currently. “How the hell are you gonna survive that shit, Moxley?”

That was a very good question because Jon Moxley was never one to be PG rated, not for a second. He dropped the F bomb several times in his promos throughout the Independents and always spoke what was on his mind. The WWE was rated PG because they were reaching out to kids instead of it being like the Attitude Era back in the day. CZW was more of his style and environment, but like Sami said they didn’t pay nearly as much as WWE did. It was all about survival at this point.

“I’ll figure it out.”

They talked for a little longer and Jon hung up with his friends, flicking his second cigarette across the parking lot before hopping off the equipment trunk. He headed back inside the arena, knowing he had to track down a group called the Shield and a man named Dean Ambrose. The WWE had brought him to make them a tag team since the Shield was splitting up and they thought Jon fit the build. At first WWE wanted him to go through developmental, but Jon had been in the game far too long for that crap and denied it. So they offered him the tag team shot and Jon took it without thinking twice because it would shoot him straight to the main roster. Now he just had to get along with this Dean Ambrose guy and hoped he was easy to work with because Jon wouldn’t hesitate putting a 6 inch hole in his head if he wasn’t compliant.

Chapter 5

The Lilies were second on the card for the house show that night and Lilianna couldn’t wait to get her hands on Eva Marie and Summer Rae. After her confrontation with Randy Orton, she just wanted to inflict as much pain as possible on those two no-talent whores. She still couldn’t believe the audacity of Randy to actually try feeding her lines of crap about still loving her. If he did, he would’ve married her instead of embarrassing her in front of her relatives since his family didn’t bother showing up. That was Lilianna’s first clue that Randy wasn’t going through with the wedding was his family not showing up and his mother refused to answer her phone. Gritting her teeth, Lilianna could feel the anger consume her and shut her eyes, trying to count backwards from 10 so she didn’t explode. Never had she felt so betrayed and small in her entire life.

Liliya was worried about her tag team partner and hoped Lilianna didn’t cross the line out there with Eva Marie and Summer Rae. She hated the bitches as much as Lilianna did, but they had to remain professional nonetheless. The last thing she wanted to happen was Lilianna losing her job and their tag team being split up simply because she couldn’t keep her temper in check. Jumping up and down, Liliya pumped herself up, glancing down at the outfit she had on that matched Lilianna’s, only the colors were different. They were one piece made of shiny plastic that shimmered and the bottoms were shorts, the top a halter in the shape of a lily flower. Liliya’s was a burnt orange and yellow mix was Lilianna’s was a pink and yellow, both outfits looking like the actual flower. They both wore black knee-high boots that had lilies up the sides, their elbow and kneepads black. Lilianna didn’t like having her burnt orange hair in her face, so she had it pulled back in a tight French braid while Liliya had hers in a tight bun on top of her head, a few tendrils framing their faces delicately. Their makeup matched the color of their wrestling attire, each one having a lily on the corners of their eyes.

“You ready for this?” Liliya asked, watching Lilianna nod while continuing her shadowboxing technique since she was the hard hitter between the two. Lilianna had the power while Liliya had the speed. “Don’t lose control out there, Lili, please.”

Lilianna could hear the concern in Liliya’s voice and stopped, turning to face her. “Randy pissed me off, but I’m not stupid enough to fuck my career up, Lyla. Trust me, I won’t beat their asses out there any more severe than I would had I actually got married to that piece of shit.”

Eyeballing Lilianna skeptically, Liliya didn’t know if she believed her friend or not, but would have to take her word for it. She grunted when a shoulder rammed into hers and narrowed citrine eyes at a cocky Eva Marie, her bright red hair hanging over her left shoulder in loose banana curls. Summer Rae had done the same thing to Lilianna and started going after the stupid blonde, but Liliya held her back, shaking her head. These women weren’t very smart, especially with how much fire and anger coursed through Lilianna’s blazing brown eyes right now. Either they were blind as bats not to notice or they did and just didn’t take her seriously. Either way, Liliya had to keep her tag team partner from tearing them to shreds backstage so their match wasn’t ruined for the house show.

“Hey look, Summer, it’s the bitches that want to be us.” Eva Marie commented with a smile, her lips a bright red like her hair.

Summer sneered, her own brown eyes narrowed and flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder. “They wish they could be us.” She folded her arms in front of her chest, noticing the anger in Lilianna’s eyes and smirked, deciding to get under her skin a bit. “So I heard a rumor backstage, Eva.”

Eva raised a brow, folding her arms in front of her chest. “Really? What is it?”

“I heard Randy Orton is single again.” Summer smiled sweetly, though it didn’t reach her cold dark eyes. “Apparently, his fiancée didn’t make the cut for him. Who could blame him honestly?”

Eva knew exactly who Summer was referring to and chuckled, shaking her head. “Randy just didn’t want trash for a wife.” Her eyes looked directly at Lilianna as those words came out of her mouth, not the least bit ashamed.

They were DEAD! These whores would never open their mouths again if Lilianna had her way in that ring tonight. Liliya could feel how badly Lilianna trembled against her, blocking her from tackling these snide whores to the floor. They couldn’t walk away because their match was coming up in just a few short minutes. Eva Marie and Summer Rae signed their death warrants the moment they baiting Lilianna about her wedding disaster. Apparently the whole locker room knew about it, which wasn’t surprising since it was extremely hard to keep hidden. Only those who minded their own businesses and refused to listen to gossip didn’t know what happened.

“If you cunts know what’s good for you, you’ll shut your mouths right now.” Liliya warned, nice enough to give them a head’s up, but all Eva Marie did was step up to her, towering over her since she was several inches taller.

“And just WHAT are you gonna do about it if we don’t?” Eva Marie demanded with a snort, planting her hands on her hips with Summer by her side. She was angry that Liliya had dyed her hair a dark pink because it looked similar to her red. “You need to change your hair color before someone does it for you.”

Liliya arched a slow brow, pursing her lips tightly together and folded her arms in front of her chest. “And just WHO would change it for me, hmm? Not my fault you can’t hack the red, Eva. Last I checked, Jessica Rabbit was a cartoon character, but hey, it’s not MY career.”

“Why you fucking…”

“Ladies, show time!” The technician announced, breaking the tense confrontation between the 4 Divas and walked away to go inform other Superstars on their matches.

“Get ready to have your ass beat tonight, bitch.” Eva snarled in a promise, whipping around as her red hair flew and stormed through the black curtain to make her entrance first.

Eva Marie was horrible in the ring while Liliya actually had talent and knew what it took to get the job done in the ring. So the redhead’s threat didn’t faze her a bit. If anything, it amused Liliya as she watched Summer Rae make her entrance next, both of them posing for the crowd in the ring. Liliya glanced over at Lilianna, knowing she kept her mouth shut earlier during the baiting because she didn’t want a make sense backstage. They had to put their personal feelings and vendettas on the backburner, though that wouldn’t stop Liliya from teaching Eva Marie a lesson on what happened when she ran her mouth to the wrong person. As soon as their music hit, the Lilies headed out together to the roaring crowd and stalked to the ring with purpose, though they still acknowledged the fans with waving hands and smiles. As soon as the bell echoed throughout the arena, the smiles vanished from both Liliya and Lilianna’s faces as they simultaneously tackled Eva Marie and Summer Rae to the mat. Their squeals resonated, but they had nowhere to run or hide as the Lilies began ramming their heads against the mat as hard as they could.

Eventually, the referee managed to pull the Lilies off of Eva Marie and Summer Rae, ordering one of them to get out of the ring since this was a tag team match. Lilianna tapped Liliya’s shoulder when Summer Rae opted to start the match off and refused to give this opportunity up. If Summer wasn’t careful, Lilianna would wrap that fake blonde hair around her throat and choke her with it. They circled each other and locked up with Lilianna putting Summer in a headlock instantly. Summer tossed her against the ropes only to slam back against the mat from a hard shoulder block, blinking. She grunted out when Lilianna delivered a leg drop across her throat and rolled over, holding her neck while trying to crawl to her corner to tag in Eva Marie. It wasn’t happening. Lilianna wasn’t even close to being done with her yet. This whore deserved being punished for running her mouth to the wrong woman. Lilianna shoved her foot right in Summer’s face, planting her right back on the mat and started stomping her in the stomach. Summer tried rolling away from the blows, but Lilianna was relentless and yanked her back away from the ropes by her hair, going for a pin barely kicking out. Lilianna scowled, putting her in a tight headlock and put her mouth right by her ear.

“Having second thoughts about running your mouth, whore?” She growled, her lips barely moving and felt Summer try to fight her, but it was no use. “Let’s get one fucking thing straight now, I don’t want Fandango. So whoever put that in your head, get rid of it. And if you ever mention Randy Orton to me again, I will end your career. We clear?”

Summer gave a short nod and stood up, elbowing Lilianna’s in the stomach a couple times until she released the headlock. She bounced off the ropes and was met with a lethal clothesline by Lilianna, nearly taking her head off. Even Liliya cringed at the impact. Lilianna snarled down at Summer and lifted her up by her bleach blonde hair, tossing her over to the corner where Eva Marie was waiting to be tagged in. Knowing Liliya wanted a piece of Eva Marie, she backed up and held her hand out, feeling Liliya instantly slap it, both of them swapping places. Relief crossed Eva Marie’s face when Lilianna tagged out because she didn’t want to deal with that volatile anger, a hint of fear in her eyes after seeing the beating Summer took. Liliya waved her fingers, taunting the redhead and locked up with Eva Marie, flipping her over on her back inside in a side headlock. Eva Marie managed to get out of it clumsily, not having any wrestling ability and Liliya decided to school her in wrestling 101. Eva Marie was thrown against the ropes after breaking out of the side headlock and cried out as Liliya lifted her up, slamming her hard to the mat in a lethal suplex. Then she proceeded to straddle Eva Marie’s back and slapped a camel clutch on her, forcing Eva to arch her back more with Liliya’s fingers clasped tightly pressing against her throat. Her arms were extended over Liliya’s legs and Eva screamed out when Liliya applied more pressure in the move.

“You’re nothing, Eva Marie. You don’t know how to wrestle, you suck at ring announcing and you’re a waste of space. I didn’t copy you by dying my fucking hair either. Pink and red are not the same, so get that through your head as well.” Liliya spoke quietly, bending down so the redhead could clearly hear her. “Besides, who the fuck wants to look like a Jessica Rabbit wanna-be anyway? Now tap, bitch.”

Eva Marie knew there was no way out of this hold and Summer Rae was still licking her wounds, so she gave up the match by tapping out. Liliya smirked, releasing the redhead by slamming her head against the mat and stood up as the referee raised the Lilies arms in victory. They proceeded to take Eva Marie and tossed her through the middle rope, landing right on Summer Rae laughing. Liliya high-fived Lilianna, wrapping her arms around Lilianna’s neck and they celebrated with the fans for a minute, soaking up the win. It was a well-deserved ass kicking and they were proud of it, both flipping over the top rope landing on the outside mats gracefully, heading to the back to shower.

Meanwhile, Both Roman and Seth were glued to the monitor in their dressing room, their eyes wide as they watched the destruction of Summer Rae and Eva Marie commence. The Lilies were lethal in the ring and didn’t screw around, showing night in and out they belonged in the WWE. They had a lot of expectations to live up too when they were called to the main roster and had delivered ever since – just like the Shield. Roman noticed how brutal Lilianna was toward Summer Rae and could only imagine what that stemmed from. He couldn’t blame her considering all the rumors flooding through the backstage area regarding Lilianna and Fandango, which he ignored since he knew they were false. However, he wanted to know where her anger came from since Lilianna used to be one of the sweetest women he’d ever met in his life. Something had triggered it and Roman planned on finding out, hoping Lilianna didn’t shut him out. Seth admired Liliya’s flexibility and in-ring skill of Liliya, wanting to get her in a few compromising positions alone, a smirk curving his lips at the thought. Both jolted out of their thoughts when Dean walked into the dressing room a few minutes after the Lilies match, raising simultaneous brows.

“So how was catering?” Seth asked cheekily, nudging Roman and both laughed when Dean flipped them off.

Dean couldn’t wipe the smile from his face at the thought of Jecina, wishing he didn’t have to leave her, but duty called. “Shut up, assholes.” He muttered, grabbing the tape from his bag and began wrapping it around his hands for their match that night.

“You really need to tell her how you feel already, bro.” Seth stated, refusing to back down and folded his arms in front of his chest. “I mean seriously, you’ve known her for 6 months and fell in love with her cooking before even seeing her in person. She’s not dating anyone from what I’ve heard. So what the fuck are you waiting for?”

“I know – I know I’m being a chicken shit and I’m gonna tell her. I just have to find the right time. And when are you two gonna tell the Lilies how you feel?” Dean shot back with an arched brow, watching Seth’s eyes lower along with Roman. “Before you start giving me advice on my love life, think about your own.” Standing, he walked into the bathroom and closed the door to relieve his screaming bladder.

Just as the Shield finished getting ready for their match, a knock sounded at the dressing room door. Seth was busy hyping himself up and Roman was closer to the door, so he walked over to answer it. Grey eyes widened at the sight of…Dean, only he knew his tag team partner and brother was currently in the bathroom drenching his hair.

So who the hell was this?

Chapter 6

“Do you two have a fucking staring problem?”

To put it mildly, Jon was annoyed and it showed, especially since two men were gawking at him like he sprouted 3 heads. The one who answered the door had long black hair and wide grey eyes while the other had black hair with a streak of blonde through it on the right side and dark eyes. Roman was perplexed because of the uncanny resemblance this man had to Dean. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say they were identical twins, but that was impossible. Dean didn’t have any siblings, he was a lonely child and not to mention adopted, at least that’s what they were told. Roman, Seth and Dean knew everything about each other in and out of the ring, professionally and personally. Maybe this was just a very creepy coincidence, though Roman didn’t believe in them.

“No speak? Or maybe I should try a different language?” Jon demanded, scrubbing a hand down his face when the two men just kept staring at him. “You know what? Fuck it, which one of you is Dean Ambrose?”

Not only did this man look exactly like Dean, but he was ASKING for Dean. What the hell was going on? “Just a second.” Roman rumbled, clearing his throat and glanced back at Seth, silently telling him to get Dean out of the bathroom.

Seth felt like he was in a twilight zone, scratching his head and walked over to the bathroom door, tapping his knuckles on it. “Yo Dean! Got a visitor out here, bro!” He called through the door, wondering what would happen when Dean came face to face with this doppelganger.

“Be out in a minute!” Dean called back, too busy finishing getting ready for the match that night.

“Hurry it up, Ambrose!” Roman growled, turning uncertain grey eyes back to the stranger in their doorway. “Come on in, he’ll be out in a few.” Sometimes Dean took forever in the bathroom, so it would be awkward to make the man stand in the hallway.

“Just hold your damn horses, Reigns!”

Cold calculating electric blues danced back and forth between the man named Reigns and the two-toned haired one Jon hadn’t caught the name of yet. He didn’t trust anyone in this company and never would, having his handful of friends back in the Independents. The last thing he wanted to do was shoot the breeze with these two gaping fools, though Jon had to meet Dean Ambrose. He would be working with the man closely in the upcoming weeks and Jon could be professional when the situation called for it. Refusing to sit down, Jon just stepped into the dressing room and leaned against the wall near the door, remaining silent.

“Alright boys, what the hell is so important you had to rush me out of the bathroom?” Dean clamored, walking out of the bathroom with a towel draped around his neck. “Roman, I told you not to eat that damn Mexican food last night, bro. It doesn’t agree with you, no matter how much you want it to.”

Roman glowered, folding his arms in front of his chest in a huff and cleared his throat. “I DON’T need to use the bathroom and it was only ONE time, asshole.”

“Sure, that we know of.” Seth chimed in, not able to resist baiting his friend a little along with Dean. They were forever teasing and tormenting the big guy, which is why he dubbed them the terror twins.

“Whatever, then why did you rush me out of there?” Dean whipped the towel from his neck and felt the hairs on the back of it stand up upon hearing a voice behind him he didn’t recognize.

“Because of me, idiot.”

Slowly turning around, Dean came face to face with…himself, only it wasn’t. Every part of his body stiffened, his blood turning cold and Jon Moxley had the exact same expression on his face. They stood there for what seemed like ages staring at each other, hardly believing this was happening. It was like looking in a mirror. Only Jon had slightly longer hair than Dean and his face was smooth-shaven while Dean had bit of scruff around his jaw. This stranger looked exactly like him, Dean thought, and Jon was thinking the same thing. Dean found it hard to breathe, his chest rising and falling rapidly from the hasty breaths escaping his mouth. Jon just stood there still as a statue, not moving from the wall, though his upper lip did curl a little.

“W-What the f-fuck is g-going on h-here?” Dean stammered the question out, his voice trembling along with the rest of his body now that the shock started wearing off. “W-Who the f-fuck are y-you?” Was this some kind of sick joke?

“I should be asking you the same fucking thing.” Jon growled, cold blue eyes narrowing to slits while staring at his…twin. “You can’t be Dean Ambrose.”

Dean frowned, wondering what this man wanted with him and swallowed hard, glancing back at Roman and Seth before turning his gaze back to the stranger. “As a matter of fact, I am.” He clarified, his own blues hesitant and tentative. “What the hell do you want with me?” Thankfully his stuttering had dissipated for the moment. “What kind of sick game is this?”

Instead of answering the question, Jon shot forward and wrapped his hand around the man claiming to be Dean Ambrose’s throat, slamming him against the wall. “DOES IT LOOK LIKE I’M PLAYING A FUCKING GAME?” He roared, gritting his teeth and squeezed Dean’s throat tighter. “WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?”

“WHOA!” Seth and Roman immediately rushed to Dean’s side, yanking the stranger off of their friend shoving him across the room away from the door. “I don’t give a damn who you are, bro, or what you’re doing here! You won’t hurt our friend!”

Snorting, Jon retaliated by jacking first the two-toned haired man in the jaw and then Roman, the sound echoing off the walls of the dressing room. Jon didn’t give a damn who these men were, he’d been in enough 3 against 1 situations in his life and had come out of the fight just fine. It would be them going to the hospital, not him. He was a survivor first and foremost, so if these idiots wanted to dance Jon was all for it.

“Goddamn it!”

“FUCK MY NOSE!”

Jon didn’t flinch at their shouting, keeping his eyes on all 3 of them just in case they all decided to attack at once. “Nobody touches me, especially dicks.” He stated, having his fists up ready to swing if they came near him again.

Roman had to get control of this situation before someone got hurt and rubbed his sore jaw, steel greys locking on Dean’s…visitor. “Everyone just calm the fuck down for a second.” He rumbled finally, stepping between Dean, Seth and the stranger, looking back and forth between all 3 of them. “Who are you and what do you want with Dean? I strongly advise you to answer the questions or else I will let them pummel you into the ground.”

Jon didn’t take kindly to threats, but something told him the big man wasn’t joking around and decided to humor them. “The name is Jon – Jon Moxley.” He eyeballed Dean Ambrose to see if there was any familiarity in his eyes. “And I’m a wrestler if it’s not fucking obvious. I was signed to the WWE a few weeks ago and told to track down a guy named Dean Ambrose my first night.”

Dean was confused and planted his hands on his hips. “For what?” Nobody had informed him about this, which ticked him off because it made Jon’s story somewhat unbelievable.

“Why don’t you ask the bosses?” Jon shot back, squaring his shoulders and cracked his knuckles, not bothering brushing the wet hair from his icy eyes. “Look, they didn’t tell me anything other than I was to track you down and meet you. I didn’t fucking know I’d find someone who looks exactly like me. They left that part out, evidently.”

For some reason, Roman believed everything Jon said and didn’t understand why, but there was no reason for him to lie. He was cornered by them, sure, but it was obvious he worked for the WWE. Jon had the same build Dean did, it would be hard to pinpoint him as anything other than a wrestler at this point. Stephanie and Hunter had A LOT of explaining to do, especially since they were leaving Dean out in the cold regarding this situation. Glancing at a perplexed Dean, Roman decided they had to take this to the bosses and find out just what the hell was going on.

“He’s not lying, Dean.” Roman said after a few minutes of silence between all 4 individuals, everyone trying to wrap their minds around this. “I know I should be calling bullshit right now, but…I can’t. He’s telling the truth.”

Roman has this uncanny ability to see through anyone’s lies and Dean trusted his judgment wholeheartedly. “Why wouldn’t Stephanie and Hunter tell me about this?” He wondered aloud, frowning and sat in a metal folding chair, burying his fingers in his slicked back hair. “They didn’t tell you why you had to track me down?”

“Did I stutter or do you need to clean your fucking ears out?” Jon snapped, not amused with this turn of events either and gritted his teeth, already feeling his temper spike.

“Look asshole, you’re in our dressing room. Show some respect.” Seth demanded irritably, sitting beside Dean trying to console the man the best way he could. If a doppelganger of him walked through the door, Seth didn’t know what he’d do and couldn’t imagine what Dean felt right now. “Let’s go down to Steph and Hunter’s office and see if this is all legit. I know you said he’s not lying Roman, but I’m not that trusting.”

Now they didn’t believe him – or rather the piss ant with the two-toned hair didn’t, how unsurprising, Jon thought, and was completely annoyed with this whole situation. “Believe me or not, I could care less. I’m outta here.” Jon whipped the door open to the dressing room and stalked out, leaving the Shield staring after him with different expressions on each of their faces.

“Seth, that was a dickhead thing to say.” Roman grunted, shaking his head and sat down in a metal folding chair in front of them, starting to wrap his wrists in black tape. His wrist wraps weren’t doing the trick anymore.

Seth shrugged, not caring if he hurt Jon Moxley’s feelings or not and leaned back against the chair, folding his arms in front of his chest. “So are we going down to Stephanie and Hunter’s office or not?”

“And what am I supposed to say to them? Oh thanks for telling me you hired a man who could be my identical twin?” Dean had a lot on his mind right now and this was the last thing he wanted to deal with. “They didn’t even tell him why he had to track me down!”

“Or he really does know and lied through his teeth?” Seth added, ignoring Roman’s glare and flipped him off for his troubles, scowling. “You’re supposed to be on his side, bro. What the fuck?”

“I am on his side!” Roman growled, standing up glowering down at Seth with piercing steel greys. “But I’m also not gonna disrespect a fucking coworker either who may or may NOT know what the hell is going on! I have more respect for people in general than you do, Rollins!”

“Man, fuck you!” Seth grunted, standing up as well and kicked the chair to the side, both of them sizing each other up. “I’m on Dean’s side and you should be too, no matter who the fuck this Moxley asshole is! He completely disrespected us the whole time he was here!”

“Two wrongs don’t make a right.” Roman clenched his fists at his sides, ready to pound his friend into the cement floor if Seth didn’t back off.

“ENOUGH!” Dean erupted, standing up from his own chair between them and shook his head, not believing Seth and Roman were at each other’s throats. “What the hell is this really about you two? Get it together, whatever it is. We have a job to do.”

Dean was right. What were they fighting about? Seth didn’t know and neither did Roman, both of them on edge ever since the meeting with Stephanie and Hunter. Dean knew what it was though, no matter if his friends wanted to admit it or not. They were scared to be split up, having grown accustomed to doing nearly everything together for over a year. Roman was nervous about going his separate ways to become a major star in the WWE while Dean and Seth had no idea what would happen to their characters. Truthfully, Dean didn’t care what happened as long as he stayed with the WWE and could wrestle. They could make him job to everyone, even Heath Slater, and Dean would be perfectly happy because he’d still be getting paid to do what he loved. Not only that, but Dean didn’t want to leave Jecina behind either and hoped he could get up the courage to ask her out soon.

“Look, change is scary and I feel the tension between you two, but we have to be supportive of each other. We made a vow down in developmental we’d always stick by each other’s side, no matter what. And now suddenly we’re at each other’s throats. This isn’t just about Jon Moxley showing up. You two need to get your heads out of your asses and focus on the big picture. And this isn’t just about Roman’s big push either.” Dean had looked back and forth between the two men he considered his brothers, not just his comrades, coworkers and best friends. They were true family. “It’s about the Lilies too.”

Both Roman and Seth lowered their eyes simultaneously, knowing Dean was right in everything he said. “We already have an understanding on who we want out of those two.” Roman muttered, scrubbing a hand down his face and heaved a sigh. “I’m sorry, Seth.”

“I’m sorry too, bro.” Seth replied, extending his hand and Roman took it, pulling him for a brotherly embrace clapping him on the back. “Everything is gonna work out for all of us. Steph and Hunter have our backs, that much I’m confident on. Just because I’m getting a push doesn’t mean you two won’t. And…I’m planning on tracking down Liliya and asking her out within the next week.”

“I can’t exactly ask an engaged woman out on a date, but I am gonna talk to Lili soon.” Roman admitted gruffly, releasing Seth and both of them squeezed each of Dean’s shoulders with small smiles. “Thanks for pulling us back, man. And Seth’s right, I gotta be on your side with this. Maybe Moxley is lying. Maybe that’s not even his name.”

“Only one way to find out.” Seth bounded over to the door and opened it, chocolate eyes full of determination. “Let’s go get some answers.”

Nodding, Roman and Dean followed Seth out the door, all of them heading down to the bosses office.

Chapter 7

Planting his beautiful wife on the dark cherry wood desk, Hunter felt her legs wrap around his waist as his mouth plundered hers. His fingers ran through her long brown hair, making her press closer to him and Stephanie began sliding his suit coat off his broad shoulders. They had a few minutes to fool around before anyone knew them and Hunter absolutely loved it when his wife wore skirts. There was something about the way they hugged her backside and hips that drove him mad. One would think after having 3 kids, all girls, they wouldn’t find each other desirable, but that definitely wasn’t the case with Hunter and Stephanie. His hands began deftly unbuttoning her silk white blouse while sealing his mouth to her neck and all Stephanie could do was lean back, giving her husband full reign. Just as Hunter undid the final button of her blouse, their office door suddenly crashed open and Stephanie squealed out, immediately covering herself up while Hunter whipped around with narrowed deadly brown eyes.

“What the fuck?” Hunter growled, staring back at the Shield and cracked his knuckles, hoping they had a very good reason for barging in the way they did. Or else he would bash their skulls in.

Roman and Seth immediately lowered their eyes to the floor, not believing they just interrupted the bosses getting freaky in their office. Dean just stood there with his arms folded in front of his chest while Stephanie fixed her blouse hastily behind the desk while Hunter tried his best to block her. An office at the arena was no place to have sex, at least in Dean’s mind, and it was very unprofessional. Anyone could’ve barged in since they didn’t have the door locked to begin with, so it was merely a coincidence it happened to be the Shield to do it.

“What the fuck do you want, Shield?” Hunter demanded once Stephanie stood beside him again, taking her hand.

Dean remained calm and collected, ignoring the gruff angry tone of Hunter’s and refuses to look sheepish. “We had an interesting visitor in our dressing room a few minutes ago. When were you going to tell me about Jon Moxley?” He asked sharply, eyebrows slowly drawing together while his normal soft blues also ignited in intensity.

Both Stephanie and Hunter looked at each other at the same time, heaving sighs and knew Dean would have this type of reaction to their latest acquisition of Jon Moxley. “We were hoping you could tell us, Dean.” Stephanie admitted softly, seeing all the confusion in his eyes and released her husband’s hand to walk around the desk to sit down, Hunter following suit. “The truth is, we have no idea who Jon Moxley is besides the fact he is one of the greatest Independent stars to date. We couldn’t pass up the opportunity to sign him when we were given the chance. And even I must admit, the resemblance alone caught me off guard. So you don’t know him at all?”

“Never seen him in my life.” Dean took a seat in front of the desk with Roman and Seth standing behind him, his knees feeling weak suddenly. “He said you told him to track me down. Why?”

This was what Stephanie had been afraid of happening and she had voiced her concern to Hunter, but he merely blew her off, telling her everything would work out. Now they were in a very awkward position, just as she feared. “Well, we’ve been thinking long and hard about what to do with you and Seth since Roman is getting this major push. With Jon Moxley coming in, it’s a perfect opportunity to setup a new tag team for the division since we’ve been giving it a push.”

Dean’s eyes nearly shot out of his skull when he heard that. “Y-You’re saying…?”

Hunter gave a curt nod. “Yes, Jon Moxley will be your new tag team partner once Roman makes his turn on Raw this coming Monday.”

Not knowing what to say, how to react or feel, Dean remained quiet trying to wrap his mind around everything. They wanted him to be in a tag team with a man who looked identical to him? A man he didn’t know from a hole in the ground? How could he do that? Dean had built a friendship with both Roman and Seth over the past couple years since they all started in developmental together. And now he was supposed to tag with a complete stranger that had his face? What the hell was going on? He couldn’t very well tell them to shove the idea up their backsides because wrestling meant everything to Dean, no matter what he was doing for the company. All he wanted to do was wrestle and it sounded like if he wanted to keep his spot in the company, he had to learn to get along with Jon Moxley.

“What about Seth?” Dean finally asked after a few moments of silence, not wanting his friend to be forgotten while he and Roman had plans for their careers.

Stephanie smiled, hearing the concern in Dean’s voice and was glad he took the news about teaming with Jon Moxley in stride. “We’ve thought about it and decided Seth will be going after…you.” Her eyes moved to Seth. “You will become the new United States champion and have a feud with Dolph Ziggler. We think both of your in-ring styles and abilities will give the audience incredible matches they deserve. So you’ll be feuding with Dean shortly after Roman makes his turn.” They were splitting the Shield up in the worst possible way.

Dean and Seth glanced at each other with frowns on their faces, not liking this a bit. Down in developmental with FCW/NXT, they had amazing matches together that blew the roof off the place. Now apparently the bosses wanted them to showcase that same talent on the main roster and, while Dean didn’t mind going head-to-head with Seth, he hated how it was happening. They would be feuding against each other and all feuds had some kind of tension with them. He really didn’t want to lose his friendship with Seth and wondered if he was ready to drop the United States title. He was a single’s champion and now they wanted to toss him in the tag team division with Jon Moxley. What sense did that make?

“Sounds good to me.” Seth grinned, nudging Dean to jolt him out of his deep thoughts and plastered on a smile solely for show. He wasn’t happy about this either. “It’s been a while since we tangled together in the ring, bro.”

“Yeah…” Dean had no other words, sounding clearly troubled about this entire situation and scrubbed a hand down his face.

If Stephanie and Hunter noticed the tone of Dean’s voice, they didn’t bother commenting on it or blatantly ignored it. “You and Moxley won’t just be in a tag team, Ambrose.” Hunter stated, leaning forward in his chair a little folding his hands on top of the desk. “You’re going after the tag team titles with him against the USO’s.” They were the current Tag Team champions and currently feuding with the Real Americans, which consisted of Antonio Cesaro and Jack Swagger with Zeb Colter as their manager. “The Real Americans aren’t cutting it anymore and the fans are sick of seeing them fight each other. So we want to bring something different to the table with the USO’s.”

“And we think you’d be the perfect heel tag team with Jon Moxley against the USO’s.” Stephanie added with a smile, squeezing her husband’s dress pant covered thigh to let him know she was fully on board with his thinking.

“Any other questions? Roman, you already know what you’re gonna be doing, right?” Hunter asked, eyeballing the big man and watched him nod, clapping his hands together. “Good, now get out and prepare for your match.”

The Shield left the office, each man trying to come to terms with what they found out and what the future held. “Why can’t they put me against Curtis Axel for the Intercontinental title?” Seth grumbled, tearing a hand through his two-toned haired and felt completely frustrated. “I don’t want the United States one.”

“It’s a title, you better be thankful they’re even letting you on a run.” Roman rumbled bluntly, clapping a hand on each of their shoulders as they all headed down the hallway. “You two had awesome matches together in FCW before it turned into NXT. The fans are in for a treat, so blow it up like you did in Florida.”

No matter how much Dean and Seth wanted to argue with Roman, they couldn’t because he was right. They did have great chemistry in the ring and, truthfully, their feud could be world championship material if given half the chance. Roman was proud of his brothers and didn’t want them thinking this was a bad thing because it wasn’t. Sure, they wouldn’t be a team anymore, but no groups stayed together in the WWE for long since everyone wanted their own runs. All 3 of them deserved to have title runs, though Roman felt bad for Dean since he wouldn’t be in a single’s title run, but at least he’d be a champion of some sort right dropping the United States title to Seth.

“We need to head back to the dressing room…” Dean noticed they were going in the opposite direction and glanced up at him Roman.

“Not yet.” Roman knew where to take Dean to calm him down since the man was incredibly tense. “I’m hungry and so is Seth.”

Seth knew what Roman was doing and nodded in agreement. “Yeah bro, you got to come down here and eat earlier, but we didn’t. Now you get to keep us company.” The caterer beauty would also help get Dean’s mind off of what they just found out from the bosses, hopefully.

“That’s because you normally don’t eat until AFTER the show.” Dean didn’t buy it for a second, though he would never turn down a trip to catering since his beautiful Jecina was there.

Speaking of the woman who had stolen his heart, as soon as the Shield walked into catering, Jecina walked out from the back to refill some of the food on the table. She still looked as beautiful as she did when Dean paid her a visit earlier that night. It looked as though nothing changed besides maybe a streak of flour across her cheek from baking her delicious desserts. In Dean’s eyes, it made her that much more beautiful and he felt his feet suddenly leave his comrades heading toward her. Anytime Dean was around Jecina Shaw, it was like a gravitational force and he couldn’t stop it, no matter what circumstances. He stopped behind her while she refilled her famous chicken salad everyone loved along with fresh crescent rolls, holding a tray full of chocolate soufflé’s.

“Shit!” Jecina cursed, feeling the tray toppling and knew she wouldn’t be able to stop it, closing her eyes waiting for the disaster to happen. Only it didn’t. She looked over the tray and smiled brightly at the sight of Dean Ambrose, noticing he caught it before all of her hard work went crashing to the floor. “My hero, thank you.”

Dean chuckled, waving her off dismissively and took the tray with ease, setting it down on the vacant nearby table. “You’re not an octopus. You only have two arms, Cina.” He admonished softly but sternly, glad he’d walked in when he did or else she’d be cleaning up chocolate soufflé’s off the floor.

“Yeah, yeah I know.” Jecina mumbled, rolling her eyes and finished filling the chicken salad along with the rolls before stepping away from the table so Superstars could eat, setting the empty container by the tray of desserts. “What are you doing in here? Don’t you have a match to prepare for?”

Dean nodded, wondering if he should confide in Jecina about what he currently thought regarding Jon Moxley. “Yeah, Roman and Seth were hungry and we had an impromptu boss meeting with Stephanie and Hunter.”

Jecina had the same thought on her mind regarding Jon Moxley, who currently sat in the far back of catering eating by himself. She had noticed him walk in a few minutes before Dean and left him alone since it looked like he didn’t want company. Being new to the company had to be tough, but Jecina also had a job to do and figured if he wanted to talk to her, he would approach her first just like Dean had when they first met. It was still unbelievable how much they resembled each other and she kept wondering if it really was a coincidence or if there was more to the story.

“Everything okay?” Jecina asked with a friendly smile, glancing up at him briefly while placing desserts on the tray after snapping on a pair of latex gloves. “You seem troubled, Ambrose.”

“I am.” Dean admitted quietly, clasping his hands in front of him and could see Jecina was honestly concerned. “Have you met…Jon Moxley yet?” That name left a bad taste in his mouth.

“Funny you should bring him up, yes I did. Only, I thought it was you and…I sort of scolded him.” Now she looked sheepish and refused to meet Dean’s eyes, clearing her throat awkwardly. “You’re always stealing my desserts after you’ve had several and…he didn’t take kindly to it.”

Dean didn’t like the sound of it and narrowed his eyes, clenching his teeth along with his fists. “What did he say?” He asked, not realizing the man they were talking about sat just on the other side of the room.

“Nothing bad, relax Dean.” Jecina frowned, placing a hand on his shoulder and began stroking his bicep tenderly. “He wasn’t rude to me or anything.” Actually he was, but that was a nugget of information Dean didn’t need to know. “Just breathe and calm down, I’m fine. It was my fault, I should’ve paid closer attention considering he was in jeans and a t-shirt while you were in your Shield getup.”

While they talked quietly with each other, Jon Moxley kept his eyes glued on the couple while eating some chicken salad, noticing the way Dean Ambrose looked at her. He found out from a fellow coworker her name was Jecina Shaw, the WWE’s main caterer. Beautiful she was, but Jon wasn’t focused on that so much as the way Dean helped her and found excuses to brush up against her body. It was obvious Dean had feelings for Jecina, but he couldn’t tell if she reciprocated them. She remained cool, calm and collected, a friendly smile on her face. That fascinated him considering Jon could normally tell what a woman was thinking, but Jecina was a complete mystery. How long had they known each other? Did she know about Dean Ambrose personally or just professionally? A smirk curved his lips while Jon finished eating, deciding he would be getting to the bottom of why Dean Ambrose looked exactly like him and the questioning would start with the lovely Jecina Shaw.

When they were alone again.

Chapter 8

It was Monday Night Raw and things were incredibly hectic backstage. People were running around like chickens with their heads cut off, trying to make the deadline before matches and whatnot. The mouthwatering scents flooded through the hallways from catering, which meant Jecina Shaw was hard at work preparing food for all the hardworking employees and her bosses. Tonight was the night the Shield split commenced and everyone was on edge more than usual, even more so because of their huge fan base. Roman hadn’t said more than a couple words to his comrades, not looking forward to what he had to do tonight. Turning on men he considered brothers wasn’t his idea of fun, but it was the only way, according to the bosses, he would get his push to the top. Seth and Dean would show signs of trouble during their match that night against Daniel Bryan, CM Punk and Big E Langston, which would trigger their upcoming feud for the United States title. Stephanie and Hunter were worried about the backlash from the WWE fans, especially with the Dean and Jon tag team developing. Dean wasn’t happy about it and when Stephanie asked Jon how he felt about the situation, he seemed…indifferent. It made her feel uncomfortable, but Hunter assured his wife everything would work out as it should, the way they wanted it.

After yet another beating inflicted on Summer Rae and Eva Marie, the Lilies went back to their dressing room to change so they could leave. Lilianna had a long sleeved black sweater on with dark blue jeans and black suede knee-high boots. The sweater hugged just below her hips and had a silver buckle around the waist for style. Her long burnt orange hair was pulled back in a tight braid, a few strands framing her face gently and large silver hoops dangled from her ears. She absolutely loved her hoop earrings, the bigger the better. It was the Bronx girl in her, Lilianna supposed, having grew up in Queens, New York. Now she lived in a two bedroom penthouse in New York City alone, only going there on her days off to mostly sleep or shop if she felt like wandering the busy blocks. With everything that happened lately in her life, Lilianna was in dire need of a shopping spree of massive proportions to help forget her troubles and Randy Orton.

Liliya was one big bundle of nerves while watching the monitor in their dressing room, chewing her thumbnail. She had on black jeans with a dark gold long sleeved top that had a V shaped neckline, black boots on her feet that had a slight heel. Her dark pink hair was pulled up on top of her head in a messy bun, not caring how it looked at the moment since she was tired from her tag match with Lilianna. But her adrenaline was still rocking through her body and that combined with nervousness definitely wasn’t a good combination. Somehow, she ended up lucking out and got a seat on the plane next to Seth, who told her what was going down tonight. It was a 5 hour plane ride since they had two layovers, but it didn’t feel that way to Liliya, not at all. Seth made the time fly by for her, both of them talking and getting to know each other. She told him about the Summer Rae situation going on and all Seth could do was roll his eyes, calling her a she-man. That made Liliya giggle uncontrollably and she could honestly say she’d never laughed so hard in her life. Tonight there would be no laughing though. Seth and Dean would be getting beatings from Roman and she was nervous as hell for Seth. Lilianna sat down beside her and Liliya instinctively took her hand, not taking her eyes from the monitor as the Shield’s music flowed through the speakers of the monitor.

“Why are you so nervous?” Lilianna had missed something obviously and saw all the worry on her friend’s face. “Lyla, talk to me.”

“I-I don’t know if I should say.” Lyla said quietly, which was very out of character for her since she was usually bubbly and full of energy.

Lilianna frowned, not liking the sound of that and squeezed Liliya’s hand gently. “Why can’t you tell me? I’m your best friend, I won’t tell anyone.”

Their match was on now, so there was no way Lilianna could spoil it now, even if she wanted to. “Okay, you know how I sat with Seth on the plane because our seats weren’t arranged correctly by the airlines?”

Yes Lilianna remembered and wanted to strangle the airlines for screwing up their seats because she ended up sitting next to Roman throughout the flight. “Yeah, what about it?” She hadn’t said a single word to Roman and kept her ear buds blaring in her ears, though he didn’t seem to mind. If she was being honest, Lilianna wished she would’ve talked to him because hearing his deep rumble sent chills down her spine. “Do I have to kick his ass? Did he upset you?”

“No – no nothing like that.” Liliya waved off those questions with her free hand and swallowed hard, hearing Daniel Bryan and CM Punk make their entrances next. “Seth told me something that’s going to happen during his match tonight and…I’m nervous. I’m scared for him, actually. I don’t know why he told me, but he did and now I can’t stop worrying about him. What if he gets hurt or something goes wrong?” She’d always been a worry wart, but for good reason when it came to Seth Rollins.

“So are you going to tell me what he said or are you gonna beat around the bush some more?” Lilianna demanded, releasing Liliya’s hand to cross her arms in front of her chest.

“Sorry.” Liliya mumbled, lowering her citrine eyes and looked back at the monitor with a bigger frown. “Roman’s turning on them tonight.”

It took a minute for Lilianna to understand that because she had a hard time believing the WWE was splitting the Shield up, not with how popular they were. “Are you fucking serious?” She finally spoke in a low voice, watching Liliya nod and looked at the monitor as well. “But they have such a big fan base…”

“I know, but they want Roman to be the WWE’s next Golden Boy, I guess.” Liliya didn’t sound pleased about it and neither was Lilianna because they always enjoyed watching Shield tag team matches. “He’s supposed to bash Seth’s head in with a steel chair along with Dean’s. I just hope Roman takes it easy on them.”

No wonder Roman had been quiet on the plane ride, he was mulling over the fact he had to bash two of his best friends in the head with a steel chair for tonight’s show. Lilianna felt the guilt quell in her stomach as it flowed through every vein of her body and suddenly wished she would’ve said something to him. It wasn’t his fault Randy Orton was a gigantic horse’s ass, who didn’t care about anybody except himself. She couldn’t take it out on Roman and he had tried talking to her several times over the past couple days. Lilianna had turned him down at every turn and she knew it stemmed from fear of being with another wrestler. She didn’t want to get hurt again after what happened and who could blame her? Wasting another 2 years of her life -18 months of that time planning a wedding for nothing- wasn’t something Lilianna ever wanted to experience again as long as she lived.

“He won’t.” Lilianna watched Liliya’s eyes grow wide and knew she spoke the truth. “When they’re in the ring, all bets are off and you know that. Same with us. They don’t hold back, they have to make it look like there’s actual hatred and animosity with the turn.”

“And if that’s not worse, Seth also told me what he’s going to be doing now that the Shield is breaking up.” Liliya felt sick to her stomach and grunted when Lilianna nudged her, urging her to continue. “They’re making him go after the United States title.”

“But that means…”

“Yeah I know who the champion is now. So not only are they turning Roman face against the other members of the Shield, but they are also pitting the remaining Shield members against each other. It makes NO sense! I don’t understand it and it pisses me off because I know Seth is not happy about it at all.” Liliya ranted, tossing her hands up in the air and swallowed hard when Vickie Guerrero’s music flowed throughout the arena before the bell could ring for the match. “Great, what now?”

Roman, Seth and Dean all stood on the opposite of the ring from Daniel Bryan, CM Punk and Big E Langston, all having game faces on. What the hell was the Smackdown! General Manager doing on Raw? Granted, she’d been on the show frequently to take over Brad Maddox’s position since he recently got a concussion at the hands of the Big Show. Dean’s electric blues narrowed along with Seth’s chocolate brown and Roman’s greys, knowing whatever Vickie had in mind it wouldn’t be good. She always managed to throw the twists into matches that changed outcomes, though they knew exactly what would be happening tonight.

“EXCUSE ME!!” Vickie shrieked in the phone in her high-pitched voice that sounded like nails on a chalkboard, a smile on her face. “Gentlemen, before tonight’s match starts I’ve decided, with the Authority’s approval, to add a stipulation. It will be no-disqualification and can only be won via pin fall or submission! Now ref, ring the bell!”

That was something the Shield hadn’t anticipated, both Seth and Dean looking up at Roman who looked just as clueless as them. They all 3 nodded, sick smirks curving their faces and Dean decided to start the match off against CM Punk while Seth and Roman stepped through the ropes. The match was brutal with each wrestler getting the upper hand at some point during it. It was well thought out and they definitely surprised the fans a few times with some of the high-flying moves. Then the match ended with CM Punk delivering his finishing maneuver, a GTS –Go to Sleep- to Dean Ambrose, pinning him in the center of the ring while Roman dealt with Big E Langston on the outside and Daniel Bryan had Seth around the announcer’s table. Roman stopped fighting Big E Langston and looked in the ring, grey eyes flashing dangerously as his upper lip curled in pure disdain. Just the look on his face made Big E Langston back away, walking up the ramp with CM Punk and Daniel Bryan while they celebrated their victory.

Roman rolled in the ring and looked down at Dean, who was slowly sitting up trying to shake the cobwebs from his head. He had a steel chair in hand, having threatened to use it against Big E Langston on the outside since the big man had picked up the top of the steel ring steps. He tore a hand through his long drenched black hair, sweat caked on his face, muscular arms, neck and part of his chest his vest didn’t cover, not taking his eyes off of Dean. Seth managed to roll into the ring clutching his midsection and stumbled over to Dean, starting to help him up. He never got a chance to do it and wasn’t prepared for the steel chair that cracked over his head, sending him sprawling to the mat. Dean’s blue eyes shot open and a second later he received the same treatment as Seth had. Both of them lay on the mat completely lifeless while the fans cheers roared behind Roman, urging him to continue. So he did. He brought the chair down on their bodies relentlessly, hitting every inch he could reach until the chair was severely bent.

“Roman Reigns is UNSTOPPABLE, Michael!!” JBL crowed in his headset, nudging his broadcast colleague while Jerry ‘The King’ Lawler just gaped at the ring in shock.

“What a brutal assault.” Michael stated, shaking his head because none of them knew this was happening tonight. They kept the announcer’s in the dark with the scripts because they wanted their reactions to be real. “Dean Ambrose and Seth Rollins aren’t moving at all.”

Blinking, Liliya didn’t feel the huge tears sliding down her cheeks until one splattered on her hand, making her jolt out of her shock. She felt numb from the top of her head to the tips of her toes and reached over, turning the power button off on the monitor silently. Seth told her he’d be nailed with a steel chair, but he never told her how and now she knew why. She stood up and wiped her tears away from her face while Lilianna remained sitting, needing to go check on Seth as soon as possible to make sure he was alright. He’d been bleeding heavily from the forehead, which was never a good sign. Scripted or not, that had been one of the most brutal beat downs with a steel chair she’d ever witnessed.

Lilianna had a hard time pulling her eyes away from the monitor as well, not able to help devouring Roman’s sweaty body with her eyes. She knew it was wrong to think Roman beating down his friends was incredibly hot, but Lilianna couldn’t help it. The sweat caking his body from head to toe was delicious and all Lilianna wanted to do was give the Samoan Adonis a tongue bath. The naughty thoughts penetrating her mind were at an all-time high and she hated herself for it since the lust was for another wrestler. Just the way he dominated during the match and then afterwards with the beat down sent her libido into overdrive. Maybe talking to Roman Reigns wouldn’t be such a bad idea. What’s the worst that could happen?

You could get hurt again, idiot, Lilianna’s mind scolded, reminding her of what Randy Orton did and she frowned, hating her conscience for kicking in at the worst time. “Where are you going, Lyla?” Lilianna asked, jolting out of her thoughts and stood up, watching her friend gather her things.

“I’m going to check on Seth. I know I’m stupid for having feelings for him, but I can’t help it. I have to make sure he’s okay.” Liliya stated, thankful her tears had stopped for the moment since she didn’t want to show weakness toward the two-toned haired man.

“Is that how I make you feel?” Lilianna asked, walking over to her and placed her hands on her friend’s shoulders. “Lyla, it’s your life and I support whoever you want to be with. Have you been holding yourself back from Seth Rollins because of me? Because if you have, that’s ridiculous. You deserve to be happy too. Just because I didn’t get my happy ending doesn’t mean you shouldn’t.”

“I just…didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable…” Liliya whispered, sniffling as more tears stung her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. “Are you really sure it’s okay for me to be with Seth Rollins? He’s a wrestler…”

Lilianna nodded, hugging Liliya and kissed the top of her head. “You do whatever your heart says. Don’t let me stop you from being happy, Lyla. Come on, I’ll go with you to check on him.” It would be the perfect excuse to see Roman since she knew the man would be by Seth and Dean’s sides, especially after what he had to do.

“You don’t have to come, Lili…” Liliya murmured, knowing this was hard for Lilianna and blinked when she was shoved out the door.

“Get moving, Young. We’ve got a man to check on.”

Chapter 9

Jecina couldn’t believe what she just witnessed.

Dean had paid her a visit earlier like always, but he didn’t mention the fact the Shield was splitting up. It was none of her business, but she still would’ve appreciated a little heads up. Jecina didn’t know why, but watching blood leak out of Dean’s forehead from the steel chair shot to his head made her stomach tighten violently. Why was she suddenly worried about Dean Ambrose? Worry enveloped her whole and she didn’t like the feeling, knowing Dean would never see her as anything other than a friend. Jecina had to get it through her head and stop these incessant thoughts of being with him. It was bad enough he invaded some of her dreams, forcing her to deal with her issues alone since she was single. However, she did hope Dean was alright because it looked like that beating had hurt and he’d need stitches no doubt.

Turning the monitor off, Jecina shook her head and went back to cleaning up the cafeteria so she could head back to the hotel to relax. A hot bubble bath with a bottle of wine was calling her name. Then again, maybe a bar would be better and then a soothing shower at the hotel. Jecina would figure it out once she left the arena. Mondays were always the worst because the show was live and she had to make sure the food was set out so everyone could eat if they wanted to before it started. She’d been cooking at the arena since noon that day and felt like she would keel over at any given moment. There were only a handful of employees that complained about her cooking, but Jecina ignored them for the most part. As long as she pleased almost everyone in the company, that’s all she cared about and those who didn’t enjoy your cooking could kiss the darkest part of her backside.

What most people didn’t know about Jecina was she didn’t toss away the leftovers, if there were any. Whatever town they were in, she would take it to the local shelter for those less fortunate than her. Stephanie and Hunter had absolutely no problem with letting her do it because they didn’t want the food wasted as much as she did. If there was more than one shelter in the area, Jecina split the food evenly in containers and bagged them separately so none of the food got mixed up. It was something she started doing when she opened her own catering company and saw how wasteful people were at the different events she’d cater for. People were so wasteful and it made her nauseous, so she decided to give away the leftovers to those who needed it most. The WWE was recognized for their generosity and the homeless got to eat well for at least a night, so it was a win-win for both sides.

Boxing the last of the leftovers, which was some chicken salad and sides, no desserts, Jecina finished the last of the remaining dishes, shutting the water off drying her hands with a dishtowel. She hung it up on the nearby rack and turned around, freezing at the sight of Jon Moxley standing in the doorway of the cafeteria kitchen. Her forest green eyes slowly did an onceover, drinking in every part of his body and Jecina swallowed hard at the blue jeans he wore. She noticed that about Jon first and foremost he did not abide by the WWE dress code, wondering how he could get away with it. Not a lot of employees did, so it must’ve been a clause in his contract or something. Whatever the case, those jeans looked amazing on him, hugging his muscular waist and the dark blue t-shirt he wore clung to his chest and arms beautifully. He was a beautiful man in general, his long wet dishwater blonde hair hanging in his face over his intense cool blue eyes.

“Kitchen’s closed.” Jecina informed him, already knowing that’s not why Jon Moxley was here and felt her stomach tighten at the possibilities.

A smirk curved Jon’s sensual mouth as he remained standing in the doorway, not moving an inch and raised a slow brow at Jecina’s blatant scan of his body. Yes, he finally found out her name and no longer called her the caterer in his mind. So he repaid the attention and slowly let his eyes flow over every curve of hers, taking his time to devour her visually. She had on black dress pants with a white short sleeved buttoned up blouse that shaped her breasts and hugged her curves perfectly. Actually, that top looked ready to bust off of her with how tight it was and he could clearly see the material of her bra through the top. It was white, but that still didn’t hide the lace fabric. Or maybe Jon was just THAT observant. As delicious as her breasts looked, however, Jon wanted another part of her anatomy that was connected to her hips and legs. Her pert backside that stuck out just the slightest, but had the perfect shape – definitely squeezable. Jon felt his cock start hardening in his jeans and knew if these dirty thoughts kept ensuing, he’d have a serious problem on his hands that he’d be asking Jecina to help him with.

There was plenty of time for that later though. Right now, Jon had to stay focused and had come here for one specific reason. “I’m aware of that, Jecina.” Her name flowed from his mouth smoothly, his voice remaining low and gruff. “I didn’t come here for food.”

“Then what do you want?” Jecina hadn’t taken her eyes off of him or moved from her spot, folding her arms in front of her chest.

Jon eyeballed her shrewdly and heard the annoyance in her voice, making the smirk on his mouth turn into a full blown smile full of deception. “How long has Dean Ambrose worked for this company?” He decided to humor Jecina for a moment and make her think she had the situation under control. “And if you’re smart, you’ll answer me.”

That smile didn’t fool Jecina for a second and she could hear the warning in his voice. He wasn’t asking, more like demanding, information about Dean and Jecina didn’t know if she should tell him. “He debuted a little over a year ago at a pay-per-view called Survivor Series.” Maybe if she should just answered his questions, he’d go away and leave her alone.

“With those morons Roman Reigns and Seth Rollins?” Jon snorted when she nodded, finally pushing off the door frame to take one step inside the kitchen. “And how long have you known him?”

Confused, Jecina wondered where Jon Moxley was going with this and made the mistake of turning her back to him. It was none of his business how long she’d known Dean Ambrose. What did he care anyway? Jon moved fast as lightning and stood right behind her, his chest pressed against her back to the point where he pinned her against the counter. Jecina bit her bottom lip to keep from wincing at the counter biting her abdomen and swallowed hard, Jon’s body heat consuming her. Shutting her eyes, the scent of cigarettes and musk infiltrated her senses, making Jecina heady. He smelled incredible.

Jon pressed his nose against the part of her neck raven hair didn’t cover, breathing in her own intoxicating scent, which was some kind of floral perfume he couldn’t put his finger on. No wonder Dean Ambrose wanted her. It would be a shame if he had to force the answers he wanted out of her, but Jon would do it if he had to, not afraid to get his hands dirty. His hands gently glided down her arms, feeling her soft skin against his fingers until one hand rested on top of Jecina’s on the counter, his mouth moving to her ear. His free hand slid up her chest grazing the buttons and her chest until it settled around her slender neck, not squeezing…yet. Jecina felt her mouth go dry, not believing how turned on she was by what was happening and felt his hot breath on her ear, a shiver coursing down her spine.

“Answer my question, Jecina.” Jon demanded in a low raspy voice, stroking her neck with his long nimble fingers and buried his nose in her hair. “Don’t make me hurt you, sweetheart.”

Would he do it? Would Jon Moxley really hurt her if Jecina didn’t answer him? She didn’t want to find out. “6 months. I didn’t meet him officially until 6 months ago.” She answered somewhat breathlessly, cursing her body for betraying her. “I-I don’t know much about him to be honest. Why do you want to know so badly anyway?”

This woman couldn’t help him the way Jon thought, at least not right now. She hadn’t known Ambrose long enough and that frustrated him to no end. Abruptly releasing her, Jon stepped back and brushed the damp hair from his eyes, scowling. He wanted information about Dean Ambrose and figured Jecina Shaw was the person to conjure it out of. He noticed how close they were earlier in catering and observed the way Dean’s demeanor was around her. It was obvious Jecina had Dean wrapped around her finger and she didn’t even know it, or she did and didn’t let on. Either way, this was pointless and Jon was annoyed, watching her slowly turn around until those deep forest green eyes full of questions stared back at him. Not saying a word, Jon left the kitchen without a word and left Jecina standing there, refusing to apologize for his actions against her. She didn’t mind it too much or else she would’ve put up a bigger fight, which made him wonder why she hadn’t. Jecina Shaw was a woman full of mystery and Jon planned on cracking it, just not tonight.

All Jecina could do was stare after him, wondering who exactly was Jon Moxley.

“Jeci, everything okay?”

Jecina had once again turned her back to the door and jumped at the sound of Lilianna’s voice behind her, clutching her chest. “Jesus woman, you need to wear bells or something.” She muttered, her nerves already fragile thanks to Jon Moxley.

Lilianna could tell her friend was on edge, glancing to the side at Liliya as they both headed over to her. “Are you okay?” She asked, hopping up on the counter beside Jecina and could see her hands slightly shaking. “What happened?”

“Whose ass do we have to kick?” Liliya demanded, standing on Jecina’s other side with concerned citrine eyes.

“I’m fine.” She couldn’t lie to save her life and had to get herself under control, taking a deep breath. “What are you two doing here? I figured you’d be on your way back to the hotel by now.”

It was Liliya’s turn to look sheepish, her eyes lowering to the floor. “Yeah, I had to check on someone first, but…he’s busy so I have to wait.” Seth was still in the trainer’s room and nobody else was allowed inside, so Lilianna made the suggestion to go see if Jecina was still in the building to her mind off of the two-toned haired man.

This was the perfect distraction Jecina needed. “Someone, eh? Does this someone stand at 6’1 and have black hair with a streak of blonde through it?”

Liliya blushed furiously, her cheeks flaming red and shot a glare at Lilianna when she started laughing. “Not funny, Lili.”

“The hell it isn’t!” Lilianna crowed, draping an arm around Jecina’s shoulders and shook her head. “I knew I liked you for a reason, Jeci. You just totally nailed her. And yes, it is Seth ‘Ninja’ Rollins.” They called him Ninja Rollins because of all the stunts and moves he performed in the ring, including his entrance with the Shield.

“Is it really that obvious?” Liliya mumbled, feeling Jecina wrap her arm around her shoulders and cracked a small smile.

“Yeah, afraid so Lyla, but don’t worry I won’t tell anyone.” Jecina winked, kissing the top of her head and finished wiping down the counter on the other side of the kitchen. “So you two are using me to pass time until she can go check on Rollins?”

Both girls laughed, following her around the kitchen. “You know we love you, Jeci. Don’t make it sound as though we put you last all the time.” Lilianna stated, moving stuff out the way trying to help her catering friend as much as possible.

“Uh huh, sure you don’t.” Jecina couldn’t help baiting them a little and squeaked when Lilianna poked her in the side.

“Not funny.”

“So what the hell were you shaken up for?” Liliya decided to direct the attention on Jecina for the moment, folding her arms in front of her chest.

Jecina frowned, wondering if she should tell her friends about Jon Moxley’s visit and chewed her bottom lip. She could trust them. They were two of the most trustworthy Divas on the roster along with Brie and Nikki Bella, Naomi and Natalya. The other Divas only cared about themselves, were selfish and inconsiderate, thinking they were better than everyone in the company. Personally, Jecina wanted to poison their food a time or two, especially Eva Marie and Summer Rae lately since they’d been screwing with the Lilies.

“You can tell us, Jeci.” Lilianna urged, sharing a worry look with Liliya and knew they wouldn’t like whatever happened to Jecina prior to their arrival. “Come on, out with it woman.”

“Okay – okay, you guys win. I got a visit from that new wrestler that just came on the roster a few days ago.” Jecina saw the questions swirling in their eyes and wondered if they’d even met him yet. “Have you heard of Jon Moxley?”

Instant recognition took over citrine and light brown eyes, the Lilies staring at her with raised brows. “The guy that looks identical, mostly, to Dean Ambrose?” Liliya asked, watching Jecina nod and hopped up on the freshly wiped down counter. “What about him?”

“He paid me a visit earlier before you guys came and…asked me a few things. I wouldn’t answer him, so he…pinned me against the counter and I swear to you both, I’ve never been so turned on in my life.” Jecina felt ashamed for admitting that out loud, especially since she had some kind of feelings for Dean Ambrose. “He didn’t hurt me, it was just the way he touched me and made me feel. I’ve never felt the thrill of both fear and excitement fill my body that fast before. It was quite the rush and that’s probably why I was still shaking when you walked in.”

Lilianna didn’t like the sound of that at all, frowning at the way Jecina described how Jon Moxley made her feel. “What the hell did he want to know anyway?” She demanded, trying not to sound annoyed and had to fight the urge not to track down Jon Moxley to tear his head off for scaring her friend. “Using intimidation isn’t the way to go about talking to someone.”

“He just wanted to know how long Dean has worked here and how long I knew him. I answered his first question, just not the second and that’s when he pinned me to the counter.” Jecina shivered at the memory of how he touched her and mentally shook herself, knowing she was being ridiculous. “I finally answered him and he left without a word. Didn’t say one thing to me. He’s definitely strange.” That alone made her want to know more about Jon Moxley.

“No doubt.” Lilianna agreed along with Liliya, both of them nodding simultaneously.

The women talked for a little longer before parting ways, Jecina leaving the arena to head to the nearest shelter while the Lilies went to check on Seth Rollins, promising to meet up the next day for lunch.

Chapter 10

Seth’s head felt like it would explode at any second.

The WWE’s trainer, Michael, worked assiduously to patch both Dean and Seth up since they were bleeding heavily from the foreheads. Seth needed staples while Dean stuck with stitches, both of their heads wrapped in thick white gauze bandages. Michael offered painkillers, but Seth and Dean denied them, deciding to stick with aspirin. Every part of his body screamed out in protest with each step Seth took back to the dressing room to grab his things with Dean. Roman had gone outside to pull the rental up to the entrance so they didn’t have to walk through the part of the parking lot designated for WWE Superstars. He wouldn’t be driving them though because fans were still lurking outside of the arena to take pictures of Superstars and Divas departing. Roman was no longer able to be spotted with Seth and Dean in public, which meant they couldn’t go to the gym together like they used to or share hotel suites. Dean assured the big man everything would be fine and he’d drive them back to the hotel, alert enough to do it. Stephanie and Hunter had a separate rental car waiting for Roman along with a hotel room, much to his vexation.

“I really want food and a bed.” Seth grumbled, pushing open the door to the Shield dressing room and stopped at the sight of Liliya Young standing in the middle of the room along with Lilianna. What were the Lilies doing here? “Umm…”

“What are you two doing here?” Dean decided to ask the question Seth was hesitant on, standing beside his friend with slightly narrowed blue eyes.

Liliya’s eyes were only for Seth and she could already feel the emotions welling up inside of her, wanting to go to him. “I just…I came to make sure you were okay.” She directed that at Seth, though he didn’t catch onto it. “Where’s Roman?”

“He had to leave before us.” Dean said quietly, already knowing why Liliya was here and stepped away from Seth to walk into the bathroom. “Excuse me.”

The Lilies nodded at his retreating form, but Liliya still didn’t look away from Seth and suddenly wished Lilianna would leave as well. She wanted a few minutes alone with Seth, but she wouldn’t ask Lilianna to get out because the woman was nice enough to come with her. There was no reason to stay because Roman had left, so Lilianna made herself scarce, promising to text Liliya when she got back to the hotel. Liliya wondered sometimes if Lilianna was a mind reader and watched her walk out the door, her gaze going back to Seth. Those chocolate eyes pierced her, drawing her in and Liliya closed the distance between them, reaching her hand up to run the pad of her thumb across the thick white bandage.

“Tell me the truth, are you okay?” Liliya didn’t mean for it to sound like a demand, but the worry shined through her citrine orbs and flooded her voice.

Seth chuckled with a heartwarming smile and took the hand stroking his forehead, holding it to his bare chest. “I’ve been through worse, Lyla. I promise I’m fine. Not the first time I’ve been cracked over the head with a chair.” He released her hand to run a finger down her cheek, towering over her 5’8 beautiful frame.

The simple touch from this man sparked all of Liliya’s nerve endings of her body into tiny flames that would eventually engulf her in a forest fire only Seth could put out. “I’m glad you’re okay. I was worried…” Did she just admit that openly? What was Seth Rollins doing to her?!

“Worried about little ol’ me?”

Seth grinned, ignoring the pounding in his head for the moment because of Liliya. She was the perfect distraction and this was the first time they had a moment alone in quite some time. He didn’t know what it was about Liliya Young that drove him crazy and made him have an overwhelming urge to kiss her every time he saw her. Maybe it was the dark pink hair or her gorgeous citrine eyes. Or maybe it was the way she dominated in the ring whenever she had a match with Lilianna. Even one-on-one Liliya was incredible and Seth enjoyed watching her every chance he got. He’d had a crush on her since developmental and it was time to stop hiding how he really felt about her. It was time to drop his balls and just tell her before someone else came along and swept her off her feet. That’s why he’d been on Dean about telling Jecina Shaw how he felt. She too was a beautiful woman with a heart of gold and any man would be lucky to have her, though Seth had his eyes on only one woman and she currently stood in front of him.

“Of course I am, like I wouldn’t?” Liliya retorted, trying to hide her nerves and knew she failed miserably, her body flooding with new heat at the way Seth currently looked at her. There was something different in his chocolate eyes she hadn’t seen before and it made her stomach twist violently. “I’m always worried about you, Seth.”

“Then allow me to thank you properly.” He dropped his voice an octave and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her even closer to him until their chests met, his eyes never leaving hers.

Her mind raced along with her heart as soon as he pulled her closer, splaying her hands on his bare chest and couldn’t push him away. He was going to kiss her. That much Liliya’s mind registered and she could only watch as his head dipped, his sweet breath brushing against her lips. He was so close and all Liliya had to do was reach up just a little on her tiptoes to connect her mouth with his, every part of her craving to be kissed by Seth. Just as their lips were about to touch for the first time, the bathroom door opened and Dean’s voice shattered the moment in pieces. Liliya instinctively jumped away from Seth, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment and kept her eyes glued to the floor, trembling from the anticipation of being kissed by him.

“You ready to go, bro? Food is calling my name.” Dean said, dressed in a pair of dark blue jeans and short sleeved yellow polo shirt, his hair slicked back with water again.

“I’ll – uh – see you around, Seth.” Liliya quickly vacated the dressing room before she was further humiliated and flew out of the arena as fast as she could.

Seth groaned, wanting to go after her, but he had a feeling in his current condition he wouldn’t catch up to her in time. “Fuck.” He growled, feeling his head throb violently along with the pulsating erection pressing against the confines of his cargo pants. “You have awful timing, bro.”

Dean was confused and didn’t know what Seth was talking about, wondering where the Lilies scampered off to. “Weren’t the Lilies here?” He had to ask and held his hands up when Seth shot him a glare. “What?”

Sometimes Dean could be really clueless, or maybe it was just the fact he’d been blasted too hard with the chair from Roman. “Nothing. They had to leave.” He blatantly lied, pulling on a red t-shirt and snatched his bag off the floor, stalking out the door with Dean following suit.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa calm down, Rollins.” Dean caught up to him with ease, ignoring the small throb in his head and clamped a hand on Seth’s shoulder. “What did I miss?”

Did Seth tell him or keep the fact he nearly kissed Liliya Young to himself? “You interrupted me almost sucking face with Lyla.” He wanted to make Dean feel guilty since the man didn’t need staples in the head like he did. “We nearly kissed and you walked out of the bathroom.”

“Holy shit, are you serious?” Dean cringed at Seth’s confession and felt like a gigantic dick for ruining his best friend’s chance with Liliya. “Fuck man, I’m sorry. Damn, maybe you’ll get another chance.” He’d make sure it happened since it was obvious Seth and Liliya had a thing for each other.

Seth heaved a sigh, walking down the hallway with Dean heading for the exit. “I’m not sure about that. She flew out of the room like her ass was on fire. Maybe she was having second thoughts or felt ashamed for nearly being caught in a moment with me.” He hoped not because Seth wanted to be with Liliya in every way and he could feel the heat between them the moment she touched him. “She came to check on me, said she was worried.”

“That’s a good sign then, man. That means you’re on her mind.” Dean stated, clapping Seth on the back with a smile and pulled the keys out of his jean pocket to the rental. “Roman already called to check on us. He feels bad for splitting us open, even though it was intentional. I told him we’re fine, but you might wanna give him a buzz once we get to the hotel and let him know we’re cool.”

Nodding, Seth understood why Roman felt the way he did because they’d been traveling up and down the roads for over a year together as a unit. Now they were split apart and forced to go their separate ways. He was worried about their friendship along with Dean and Roman, none of them wanting things to change just because their careers were going in opposite directions. Seth was worried about Dean feeling animosity toward him for taking the United States title off of him in the upcoming month so he could start his tag team with Jon Moxley…Dean’s twin, of sorts.

“Will do.” They tossed their luggage in the backseat and hopped in the rental with Dean driving, pulling away from the arena a few minutes later. “So, what is your mindset with Jon Moxley? I know it’s been a few days since we’ve brought it up…” He and Roman had done their best not to bring up that name to Dean because he was incredibly upset the first night they met Jon.

Dean tightened his hands around the steering wheel a little, staring straight ahead and remained silent for a minute, trying to get his mind on track. “I don’t know honestly. What am I supposed to think and feel? The man looks identical to me besides longer hair and a bad attitude.” He’d heard through the grapevine of WWE how Jon Moxley had a hard time listening to authority and abiding by rules, even hitting on a few of the WWE Divas. As long as he stayed away from Jecina Shaw, all would be fine between them. “I’m here to do a job and if it means teaming with someone who looks like me, so be it. I’m not gonna let anyone push me out of here.”

“Oh I know you’re not.” Seth knew the WWE was Dean’s life, his bread and butter, his everything. The day he quit wrestling was the day he most likely died and something told him Jon Moxley had the same type of passion for the business. “Don’t you find it a little…too coincidental that Stephanie and Hunter just happened to find him out of everyone in the Independents? I think there’s more to this and you need to investigate it.” He was only being truthful with Dean and knew the man respected his bluntness.

Truth be told, that’s all Dean could think about the past couple days besides Jecina, who was always on the forefront of his mind. He’d been distracted though and she’d noticed it, questioning him on what was going on. Dean had changed the subject, not wanting to talk about Jon Moxley because he simply wasn’t ready. Thankfully, she hadn’t brought up the man or else Dean would’ve had to cut their nightly visit short, instead talking about the Shield split. Jecina wasn’t happy about it, but she understood and told him to be careful, that she’d be watching from the kitchen. Dean’s cheek still burned from a soft kiss she planted on it and he instinctively reached up, remembering the softness of her lips against his skin.

“I plan on it.” He finally said after a few more minutes of silence, stopping at another red light and mentally cursed his wretched luck that night. “I’m calling my parents on our days off and paying them a visit to find out what’s going on. If they know who Jon Moxley is, I don’t know how I’m gonna deal with it, but I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it.” Dean knew he was adopted at birth, given up by his birth mother for personal reasons and it’d been a closed adoption. “They never mentioned me having a twin brother or anything…”

Seth’s chocolate eyes shot open, his mouth hanging open at the possibility of Jon Moxley being related to Dean. “Y-You think…” He couldn’t bring himself to ask his friend that question and swallowed hard when Dean just nodded solemnly.

“Closed adoptions don’t reveal that information, not that I know of anyway. Hell, they could’ve adopted just me and not known about Moxley. It’s too much of a coincidence though. We have to be related somehow in some way and, if not, then the universe has one fucked up sense of humor. Mom and Dad never told me if I was one half of a set of twins. They would’ve known though, I think…” Dean’s head was pounding harder with all this thinking and the thought of his parents keeping this secret from him for the past 27 years was slowly eating away at him. “What if he is my long lost twin? What would you do if you were me?”

Seth blew out a long breath and shook his head, scrubbing a hand down his face. “I honestly don’t know, bro. That’s pretty…deep. That’s something you deserve to know the truth about and if they kept it from you all this time…”

He couldn’t imagine the Ambrose family keeping this from their son, but adoptions were tricky and some parents never revealed the truth about being adoptive parents. It was a sticky situation any way a person looked at it and Seth couldn’t fathom having a twin out there somewhere with his face. Anything he said to Dean wouldn’t do a bit of good, though he didn’t blame the man for wanting answers. The fact he was basically saying Jon Moxley could possibly be his twin brother since he was adopted at birth made Seth believe that the Ambrose family had a lot of explaining to do…unless they didn’t know the truth.

“You’ll find the answers and you know Roman and I are here for you through it all, man. You don’t have to go through this alone.” Seth stated, clapping Dean on the back and looked out the window as the rest of the drive was made in silence.

In 2 days, Dean planned on getting all the answers he needed and could only hope his family hadn’t kept the fact he had a twin brother away from him for 27 years.

Chapter 11

Lilianna was halfway to the hotel when she received a text from Liliya, letting her know everything was fine and thanking her for leaving. She thought it was quick considering Liliya relished the few times she managed to find Seth Rollins alone, but thought nothing more of it. Sending a quick text back letting Liliya know she just got to the hotel and would talk to her tomorrow, Lilianna headed inside up to her room. They had separate rooms because Lilianna needed her space right now, wanting to be alone. She didn’t want to take her anger out on Liliya either and Liliya understood, not taking it personally. Trudging up the backstairs since she hated the elevator, Lilianna pushed open the door on her floor and turned the corner, halting.

“What the hell are you doing here, Randy?” She demanded irritably, already feeling the anger consuming her again and pursed her lips together. Why couldn’t he just leave her alone?

Randy sighed heavily and pushed away from the wall, staying where he was since he didn’t want to be on the receiving end of another knee to the balls. “Look, I just wanna talk. I know you don’t want to hear me out, but…Christ Lilianna, we were together for a while…” He didn’t know what to say to make her understand and hoped he could use his charms to soften those cold hard golden brown eyes.

“What’s your fucking point? You made it perfectly clear you don’t want to be with me and you’re right. I don’t want to hear anything you have to say because it’s not worth my time. You’re wasting yours by standing outside my door waiting for me too, just so you know. I refuse to invite you in.” Lilianna couldn’t believe the audacity of this prick and wanted to hurt him as much as he hurt her, her fists clenching at her sides while her bag hung on her shoulder. “And I know how long we were together, asshole.”

“Why are you being like this?” Randy demanded, taking a step toward her and held his hands out in complete surrender, mystic blues full of regret. “I’m trying to apologize and you won’t let me. You’re hurting me, Lili…”

“I told you NOT TO CALL ME THAT!!” She raised her voice with each word that came out of her mouth until it was nothing more than a scream, startling Randy. “GO AWAY! I want NOTHING to do with you! I want NOTHING from you! You broke my heart, you shattered my trust and mortified me in front of people who mean most to me!! Just GO!” Lilianna hated that tears were stinging her eyes, but she would not let them fall. “And you’re not hurting nearly as much as I am.”

“Lilianna, please…” Randy couldn’t hold back any longer and reached out to touch her, but she instantly recoiled, a single tear slipping down her cheek. “I’m sorry…”

Lilianna wiped the tear away, fighting the rest of them back and began trembling from head to toe. “No you’re not.” Her voice cracked under the pressure of holding her emotions back. “You’re just sorry you didn’t have the guts to tell me you didn’t want to get married. You’re just sorry you couldn’t have your cake and eat it too. You’re just sorry you’re known as the biggest douchebag in the WWE nowadays for everything you’ve done – not just to me either. That regret is going to eat you up and I hope it devours you whole because I never want to be with you again. I never want to see you, but I have to because we work together. Make no mistake about it, I hate you, but I’m professional enough to leave our personal issues outside of the company. And I hope you can too because, if you can’t, you might end up losing what I feel you love most and that’s your career. Now leave. I have nothing more to say to you, Orton.”

His blood boiled at the way Lilianna talked down to him, but Randy had to pick his spots with her carefully and tonight wasn’t the right time. She’d realize she still loved him eventually and come crawling back begging for forgiveness. He would keep pushing Lilianna little by little until she finally crumbled and realized she couldn’t live without him. Randy was cocky and confident, thinking he was god’s gift to women all over and soon Lilianna would come to terms with that fact. Until then, he would respect her wishes and leave her alone for the night, deciding to wait another night to fight a war he would win in the end.

“Good night, Lilianna.” He said quietly, turning and walked down the hallway with an evil smirk curving his lips, already formulating a plan in his mind.

Shaking her head, Lilianna slipped the key card in the slot and pushed open her hotel room door, slamming it shut behind her harshly. Instantaneously, the tears began pouring down her face like two rapid streams and she crashed to her knees, wrapping her arms tightly around herself. Violent sobs tore through her entire body from head to toe, ripping her apart from the inside out and Lilianna didn’t know how to stop them. She didn’t know how to get rid of this intolerable pain that refused to vanish and it was slowly killing her. Her anger had gotten more dangerous since coming back to work and Lilianna was scared she’d end up hurting someone in the ring, especially one of her friends. Granted, Eva Marie deserved every bit of the beating she gave the whore every time they stepped in the ring together, but Lilianna had too big of a heart and didn’t want to hurt anyone – good or bad.

“Maybe coming back to work wasn’t the smart thing to do.” She whispered solemnly, once her sobs came under control again and wiped her tears away, slowly pushing herself up to stand. “Maybe I do need to take some time off to get over this.”

Deciding a bath was in order, Lilianna began undressing and tossing everything she had on in the corner until she was just clad in her bra and panties. A hot bubble bath with a bottle of wine is exactly what she needed to take the edge off. Walking over to the mini bar in her hotel room, Lilianna found exactly what she wanted and didn’t bother with the tumbler, heading into the bathroom. She started the water and slipped out of her bra and panties, tossing them behind her before cracking open the bottle, the cork bouncing off the mirror. Luckily it didn’t shatter it. Lilianna added lilac scented bubble bath as the bubbles overtook the water and stepped into the hot liquid with her bottle of wine, letting more tears flow. She just needed something to soothe her and the hot water seemed to do the trick because the tears stopped shortly.

Why couldn’t Randy leave her alone? Hadn’t he done enough damage and caused enough pain? Why didn’t he want to marry her? What was wrong with her? Was she not good enough for him? Was Lilianna even the marrying kind or was she destined to be alone for the rest of her life? If he didn’t want to marry her, why hadn’t he said something sooner than the day of and made a complete fool out of her?

All these questions and more ran through her mind, breaking her heart all repeatedly because she didn’t have any answers. Randy wouldn’t tell her the truth, he would just try to get back in her panties and truthfully the yes and no questions were answered with resounding no’s. Lilianna felt worthless, unwanted and unloved, wishing she could crawl in a hole and never come back out again. After staying in the tub over an hour and consuming half a bottle of wine, Lilianna began feeling numb, deciding to step out so she didn’t fall asleep in the water. Wrapping a towel around her body, Lilianna pulled a white cotton robe on and tied it around her waist, brushing her teeth while leaving her hair alone. She didn’t care how it looked right now. Just as she stepped out of the bathroom with the bottle of wine in hand, a knock sounded at the door, golden brown eyes narrowing slightly.

Who the hell was bothering her this time of night?

If it was Randy coming back for round 2, Lilianna planned on making him regret it and stalked over to the door, ripping it open angrily. Soft grey eyes met blazed brown and all the rage drained out of Lilianna’s body at the sight of the 6’3 265 pound Samoan Adonis standing before her. What was Roman Reigns doing here? Whatever the reason, at least it wasn’t Randy Orton and Lilianna simply stared at him, noticing a sheepish smile cross his handsome face.

“May I come in and talk to you for a minute? I know it’s late and…” Roman trailed off, noting her drenched hair and the way it clung to her shoulders, the robe not doing anything to hide her curves either. “Shit, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt you…”

“You didn’t.” Lilianna assured him softly, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth and pushed open the door wider. “I just got out of the bath. Come in if you want.”

“Are you sure?”

“If I wasn’t, the door would be slammed in your face by now.” Lilianna retorted swiftly, walking away from the door back inside the room and knew Roman would follow, hearing the door close a few seconds later. “Make yourself comfortable, I’m gonna go change really fast.”

“Take your time.” He rumbled quietly, watching her walk into the bathroom closing the door and looked around the room, not seeing anything out of the ordinary.

3 minutes later, Lilianna reemerged in a black camisole with black cotton shorts that hugged her backside nicely. Roman noticed the blood red strap beneath the black and knew it was her bra, fighting back a groan of lust. Any color looked amazing on Lilianna, but there was something about the color red on her that stoked his internal fire. Roman had to keep calm and in control because he didn’t come here to get her panties, not yet anyway. That would come in time hopefully, if he played his cards right.

“Do you want something to drink?” Lilianna asked cordially, already heading over to the mini bar to grab a tumbler.

“A beer, if you’ve got it.”

Grabbing his beverage of choice, Lilianna joined him on the bed and tossed him the beer, filling the tumbler with some wine. She refused to drink straight from the bottle in front of Roman. The last thing she wanted was for Roman to think she was an alcoholic. Roman cracked his beer open and took a long swig, trying to keep his eyes from devouring her visually, especially those beautiful smooth soft looking legs. Lilianna had already given Roman a slow scan and couldn’t believe how perfect jeans looked on his body. He wore a black short sleeved polo shirt that had the top buttons undone, showing just a hint of his smooth muscular chest. His long black hair was pulled back in a low tail at the nape of his neck, the tattoo on his right arm only turning her on further. Roman Reigns was a beautiful man, there was no doubt about it, but Lilianna had to keep reminding herself of what happened the last time she mixed business with pleasure.

“So what are you doing here, Roman?” Lilianna decided to break the silence between them, running the pad of her thumb around the rim of the tumbler thoughtfully. “What do you want?”

Roman cleared his throat awkwardly, not sure how to say what he wanted and rubbed the back of his neck. “Honestly? I came to check on you. I’ve noticed how angry you are in the ring lately, especially during your match tonight and figured you needed someone other than Liliya to talk to. I’m concerned about you, Lilianna. I don’t want you to think nobody cares about you because they do. I do.” He admitted in a low rumble and reached out, covering her hand with his squeezing it gently. “You can trust me.”

Lowering her eyes from Roman, Lilianna swallowed hard and felt the electric volt rush up her arm as soon as their hands touched. No, she couldn’t let it happen again. “Thank you for your concern,” She paused, pulling her hand away from his and stood from the bed, downing her tumbler of wine before refilling it. “But I’m fine. Summer Rae deserved to have her man face spiked into the mat for all the shit she’s been spewing about me lately.”

“What kind of things has she been saying?” Roman had to ask, his curiosity getting the better of him and took a sip of his beer, trying to ignore the tingling in his hand.

Lilianna snorted, rolling her eyes and shook her head in disgust. “She thinks I have a thing for Fandango, that I want her man. I wouldn’t go near that idiot if he was the last man on earth. I’d rather rip my ovaries out to where I couldn’t procreate and then die a virgin.” She watched Roman wince and cracked a small smile, moving to stare out the window while sipping her wine. “I’m the last woman she should be worried about stealing Fandango, but apparently she’s got it in her fake bleach blonde head I want him. She’s a moron.”

Even though she smiled somewhat, Roman could hear the pain in her voice and stood from the bed, walking over to where she stood. He took her tumbler away and set it down along with his beer, taking both of her hands in his. All Lilianna could do was let those grey eyes bore into her soul, not having the strength to pull away from his gentle touch. Roman could see all the anguish, sadness and pain in her beautiful golden brown eyes, reminding him of toffee candy. He wanted to take all of it away, to make her happy like he always wanted to do since he met her in developmental. Roman had been too timid to get involved in someone he worked with and had lost his opportunity the moment he found out she was engaged to another wrestler. There was no way in hell he’d let this opportunity pass him by again and wanted to make sure she understood he wasn’t going anywhere, not this time and not ever again.

“I’m not trying to seduce you or anything like that. I just want you to know that I’m here for you, Lilianna. I don’t want you to destroy your career because of the anger you feel. Whatever is bothering you, whatever happened you need to talk about it and let it out before it tears you apart. It’s already starting to consume you and if it gets to a certain point there won’t be any turning back. Believe me, I know. So let me help you deal with the pain and anger. Just let me help you.” Roman wasn’t above pleading at this point and could see the tears fill her eyes, making them watery. “You’re not alone in this unless you want to be. And I won’t stop offering until you take me up on letting me help you.”

Refusing to cry in front of another man that night, Lilianna pulled her hands away from him again and turned her back to where he couldn’t see her face. “Please leave, Roman.” She whispered, not trusting her real voice at the moment for fear of it cracking. “Good night.”

Roman knew better than to push her further and merely placed his hand on her shoulder, seeing her reflection through the glass window. “Think about what I said, Lilianna. Good night.” He murmured and turned, leaving her alone like she wanted for the moment.

As soon as the door closed, Lilianna crumbled to the floor in a heap and proceeded to sob her heart out, letting Roman’s words plunder through her mind.

Chapter 12

Jack Daniels with a beer chaser was on the agenda for Jon after his encounter with the beautiful caterer. For some reason, he felt remorse for using intimidation to get answers out of her, a definite first. Jon didn’t regret anything, but there was something about Jecina that made him not want to hurt her. She was a slut just like every other woman on the planet, or at least that’s what Jon tried convincing himself of. Jon had felt her trepidation and trembling body against his, remembering how soft the skin of her neck was against his fingertips. Her flowery scent still penetrated his mind, intoxicating him with all kinds of thoughts on what he wanted to do to her body. The fact Dean Ambrose felt something towards her fueled Jon’s urge to seduce Jecina in his bed and he didn’t understand why.

Why did he look identical to Dean anyway? What the hell was up with that? Did the bosses know something Jon didn’t? Jon gritted his teeth, thoughts turning to his whore adoptive mother and shut his eyes briefly, standing just outside of a local bar in town he managed to find. Asking her would be pointless since Nancy couldn’t remember who she was these days. Nancy was currently in a psychiatric hospital in a room with 4 padded walls, exactly where she belonged after trying to kill herself 3 different times. Jon wasn’t completely heartless and had tried getting her some kind of help, but Nancy refused him at every turn. In the end, he had to be the one to force her into the psychiatric hospital against her will and Nancy hadn’t spoken to him since. However, when Jon was emancipated, she handed over all the important documents and paperwork he would need like his social security card with his number on it, birth certificate and information regarding his adoption from birth. It was right after he started training at the HWA wrestling facility in Cincinnati.

Wednesday, Jon would go home for his two days off like everyone else and look through the adoption papers to see if anything caught his eye. He needed answers and since his adoptive parents would be zero help, Jon would have to do the investigating himself. He had the same thought Dean Ambrose had – were they brothers separated at birth? Was Jon one half a set of twins? If so, how the hell had Stephanie and Hunter managed to find him out of the all the people in the world, especially in the Independents? Jon knew at a very young age, thanks to his adoptive father Marty, that he was adopted at birth because he would always scream how much he regretted adopting such an ungrateful bastard, amongst other things. Nancy was on her way to join her heartless husband with the way her brain had deteriorated from years of drug and alcohol abuse. When she died, Jon refused to go to her funeral, but he would visit her grave a few days afterwards to piss on her ashes just like he did Marty’s. He felt no love for his adoptive parents and never would, not after the cruel way he was brought up and treated him.

Finishing his current cigarette, Jon flicked it across the empty street and closed his eyes, holding in the smoke longer than normal. Thinking of Marty always made Jon’s blood boil and he knew the only thing that would keep him calm was the nicotine currently filtering through his system. The smoke slowly slid from his mouth and nostrils, blanketing his face momentarily in a cloud of smoke before dispersing in the chilly night air. He wore a leather jacket that clung to his muscular arms and back, the collar folded up around his neck. His dishwater blonde curls hung in his face again, though it was dry so it was incredibly haphazard. Jon didn’t care and stepped into the bar, heading straight for a back table in the dim lighting of the place. He didn’t bother removing his jacket and waited for the woman currently taking people’s orders to head over his direction. For such a rundown hole of an establishment, they managed to hire a bar maiden of sorts and that amused Jon to no end.

“Alright handsome, what will it be?”

Jon blatantly gave her body a scan, seeing the top she wore looked ready to bust off and left little to the imagination. Fake tits, which meant she probably also had the rest of her body done, including the too plump ass that barely let a black skirt cover it. “Bottle of Jack with a chaser. That’s it.” He stated finally, leaning back against the booth and raised a brow when the bleach blonde flashed him an inviting smile.

“Nothing to eat?” She had bent over to give him a nice glimpse of her rack and Jon noticed the pinned name on her barely there blouse – Jennifer. “You look like you could use a meal.”

“Not hungry.” Jon replied in a husky voice, blues flashing through his hair and watched her shrug, walking off to retrieve his order. “Fucking slut.” He muttered distastefully, shaking his head and let his eyes survey the grimy bar, just the type of spot he enjoyed hanging out in.

Looking from left to right, Jon suddenly felt his eyes widen slightly at the woman sitting at the bar and arched a slow brow. What the hell was she doing in a place like this? He stood up from the booth just as the bar maiden came back with his order and took both from her, shooing her away while never taking his eyes from the woman he set his sights on.

“What’ll it be, honey?” The bartender asked the raven haired beauty with a smile, wiping down the counter with a towel.

Jecina had dropped the food off at the local shelter and spotted this bar, deciding to stop for a quick drink before heading back to the hotel. “Vodka cranberry, if you’ve got it.” She didn’t know what kind of bar this was and smiled warmly when the bartender nodded, going to retrieve her drink of choice. “Thank you, keep the change.” She slid a $20 across the counter and nearly jumped out of her skin when a hand slammed down on top of the green bill, looking up into the electric blues of Jon Moxley.

“I’ve got it covered.” Jon slid the $20 back over to the beautiful caterer and nodded at the bartender. “Put it on my tab and get me another beer, man.” The bartender merely nodded, having jumped slightly as well and went about cleaning up so he wouldn’t have to worry about it at the end of the night. “Shocking seeing you in a place like this.” He commented once they were left alone, not taking a seat beside Jecina yet.

“Why is that shocking?” Jecina retorted when she finally found her heart again, positive it skipped a beat or two with Jon’s actions and took a careful sip of her beverage. “I enjoy quiet places like this that don’t have a lot of attention on them.” Why did he have to look so incredible in leather? That simply wasn’t fair! She kept her eyes glued on her drink, knowing looking at him a second time would render her tongue-tied and that simply couldn’t happen.

Jon knew what she was doing and smirked, stepping closer until his mouth hovered over her ear again, but this time not physically touching her. “You have a point, Jecina.” Not bothering to ask permission, Jon simply took the stool right beside her and kept his intense gaze on her. “Still shocking since you don’t see like the type of person to enjoy establishments like this. It’s not exactly ‘high-class’.”

Slowly turning her head until deep forest green met electric blue, Jecina arched a slow brow at his assumption and took another sip of her Vodka cranberry. “And you think I’m a ‘high-class’ woman because?” She couldn’t help asking, wondering where this man got off assuming anything about her when he didn’t know her from a hole in the ground.

“Look at you.” Jon thought that was explanation enough, gesturing to the current outfit she wore and poured himself a shot of Jack Daniels, slamming it back instantly.

Jecina glanced down at the clothes she wore and frowned, not thinking they looked ‘high-class’ until now. “I only dress this way to follow the dress code of the company we work for. Unlike SOME people, I know how to follow rules.” She shot back, pursing her lips together and couldn’t believe he blatantly insulted her, running her thumb around the rim of her Vodka cranberry. “Believe it or not, Moxley, I don’t always dress like this. But you keep thinking what you want about me and I’ll keep assuming you’re a prick who likes using intimidation to get what you want. There, we both understand each other better now, don’t you think?”

The condescending tone of her voice lit something inside of Jon he’d never felt before and he didn’t know if he liked or not. “For now.” He chuckled ruefully, no humor whatsoever in his own tone and poured another shot, snapping his fingers suddenly at the bartender requesting another shot glass. “Then what kind of person are you then if you’re not ‘high-class’, Jecina?” There was no way he’d leave her alone now, not after being talked down to like a 5 year old who just got his hand caught in the cookie jar figuratively.

“Does it matter? You’ve made your representation up about me and I doubt anything I say will dissuade you from it.” Jecina countered swiftly, keeping her voice low and soft because she didn’t want to anger Jon, especially after what happened earlier at the arena.

“Then set me straight.” Jon challenged, filling the new shot glass with a healthy dose of Jack Daniels and slid it over to her, the smirk never leaving his face. “Not a JD fan?”

“Please.” Rolling her eyes, Jecina took the shot and slammed it back with ease, closing her eyes as the liquid burned down her esophagus, setting the glass back on the counter. “Like I said, more assumptions.”

Scowling, Jon didn’t appreciate being shown up by a woman and shook his head, feeling his cock twitch in the confines of his jeans. What was this woman doing to him? “Then who are you really? Are you a rat? Did you suck a mean dick to grab your job with the WWE? Or did you spread those pretty legs for the first wrestler that gave you the slightest bit of attention?” He was being ignorant, disgusting and rude, but Jon never sugarcoat anything he said or felt.

Instead of becoming offended by his bluntness and socking him in the nose, Jecina started laughing wholeheartedly, noticing the slight shock fill Jon’s electric blues. “I’m sorry, but…those questions are absolutely ridiculous. A rat definitely not and I don’t suck dick or have sex to make my way in life. That job is for whores and sluts. No, I got my job through hard work and, at first, I didn’t want it when it was offered to me. I owned my own catering business, which was successful. So successful in fact Stephanie and Hunter offered me a permanent job as their caterer because they were so impressed with the food I provided for one of their shows. Raw, I think it was.” She was speaking as if explaining the weather or something unimportant, keeping her voice neutral. “And what about you, Jon Moxley? Who are you really? Are you really a wrestler or just a street thug looking for an easy paycheck?” Wow, maybe his words had stung her a little bit, but Jecina had every right saying what she did.

Growling, Jon rose to his feet and spun her seat around, planting both of his hands on either side of her on the counter, towering over her small frame while their eyes locked. “Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to, sweetheart?” He demanded through gritted teeth, his figurative feathers ruffled fully to the point where he wanted to either snap her neck or kiss the breath out of her. Jon hadn’t decided which sounded better yet.

“A fellow coworker.” Jecina simply replied and reached up, brushing some of the curls out of his eyes so she could see them clearer. “And if you can ask me ridiculous things and make assumptions, then so can I. It goes both ways. You are treated the way you treat others, as that old saying goes or something like that.”

“Make no mistake about it, Jecina, I’m a wrestler and I know exactly what to do in that ring. I’ve watched your little friend, Ambrose, monkey around in the ring and I could take him down without breaking a sweat. Believe that.” Jon stated confidently and pushed away from the bar counter, taking a step away from her with clenched fists at his sides.

Jecina shrugged, not letting that statement about Dean anger her because, honestly, she fought only her battles. She didn’t have time to defend anyone else. “Why don’t you tell him that then? I’m not relaying the message, if that’s what you were trying to do. Spewing shit about him just so I’ll go run my mouth to him about what you said. That’s grade school shit and I don’t have time for it.” She pushed the $20 dollar bill toward the bartender and told him to keep it, stepping off the stool grabbing her purse. “By the way, all you had to do was ask me for information about Dean. I would’ve gladly given it to you instead of you trying to intimidate it out of me. I don’t respond well to a man trying to intimidate me.” Though it had turned her on, one fact Jon Moxley would never find out if Jecina had her way.

“Oh really?” Jon followed her out of the bar, tossing a $50 at the bartender on his way out and stopped her just outside, the cold air flowing over both of them. “So if I simply walked up to you tonight and asked ‘hey, how long you known that Ambrose dick?’ you would’ve answered me without hesitation?”

Pulling her keys out of her purse, Jecina flashed another warm smile and shrugged, tightening the coat around her body since it was freezing outside. “I guess you’ll never know, will you? Good night, Jon.” Turning, she walked away from him and didn’t look over her shoulder, feeling his intense blues boring into her back the entire way to her vehicle.

As he watched the car speed down the road, Jon let her words sink into his brain and felt his blood boil for a different reason. Jecina had taken his words, attitude and anything else he produced and threw it right back in his face, something no other woman, to Jon’s knowledge, had done before. He lit a cigarette and made the trek back to the hotel, no longer thirsty for his Jack Daniels and beer chaser. The whole walk back, Jecina penetrated his mind and by the time Jon arrived back at the hotel, he was as hard as a rock, deciding a shower was definitely in order to take care of his current problem.

Chapter 13

Cracking one eye open at the sound of the hotel room phone ringing, Dean groaned and buried his head under the pillow to try drowning it out. It was his 6 AM wakeup call and he’d just gone to bed a little after 3. When would he get a decent night sleep again? Dean knew he had to get up and drive to the next area for Smackdown!, but honestly all he wanted to do was sleep for a few more hours. The next area was only a few hours away, he could make it in plenty of time even if he did go back to sleep. Sounded like the perfect plan to him as Dean shut his eyes and began diving back into the welcoming black abyss. It wasn’t meant to be though.

“AMBROSE!! Get your ass up, man!” Seth Rollins crowed through the door, holding a piping cup of hot coffee in his hand sipping it gently. “Come on, bro! We gotta hit the road!” Since they weren’t feuding yet, they could still travel together and both were already missing Roman.

Groaning in protest, Dean knew Seth wouldn’t leave him alone until he got up and pulled his head from beneath the pillow, slowly sitting up. “I’m gonna beat your ass, Rollins!” He called loud enough for his friend to hear him and shook his head when Seth merely laughed in response.

“Get your ass in the shower. I ordered breakfast already.” Seth informed him with a derisive snort and sat down at the small table in the single hotel room.

Sometimes Seth was a godsend and other times Dean felt like punching a 6 inch hole in his head. In this case, Seth was in both categories since he took care of breakfast for Dean. Scrubbing a hand down his face, he slid from bed and padded into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. A shower sounded wonderful and it would wake Dean up, so he started the shower sprays before shedding the boxer/briefs, stepping inside. He washed his hair and body, not taking much time since he knew breakfast would be arriving soon. Just to give him a small jolt to help wake him up faster, Dean turned the sprays from hot to cold, groaning as every muscle in his body tensed from the shock. It worked though, he didn’t feel like he could melt in a puddle anymore. Shaking the excess water out of his hair, Dean shut the sprays off and stepped out, towel drying his body along with his hair before wrapping it around his lean muscular waist. He quickly brushed his teeth, finger combed his hair, placed a white bandage on his forehead so the stitches –the bandage had been waterproof while he showered, courtesy of Michael- didn’t become infected and swiped his boxer/briefs from the bathroom floor, heading back into the bedroom part to get dressed. A long sleeved white shirt with dark blue jeans with his bomber jacket and white tennis shoes made up his outfit for the day. He’d change into something a little more on the dressy side once they arrived at Smackdown!, wanting to be comfortable during the drive.

“Food’s here man, hurry up!” Seth called through the door just as Dean finished tying his tennis shoes.

“Coming, hold your damn horses!” Dean called back, slipping his wallet in his back jean pocket and grabbed his luggage, finally emerging from the bedroom 5 minutes later. “Can’t start eating without me, Rollins?”

“Nope, I decided to make your dumbass feel even worse for making me entertain myself. You’re a bad host, bro.” Seth joked, clapping Dean on the back and they both sat down to eat. “This feels weird without Roman.”

Dean agreed, nodding while chewing a piece of toast and could tell something was on Seth’s mind. “So what’s this all about, bro?” He finally couldn’t take the silence that had developed between them and arched a brow when Seth lowered his chocolate eyes to the table. “Look, I said I’m sorry about last night with Liliya.”

“I know, I’m not mad about that.” Seth assured him, taking a long sip of his coffee and sighed heavily. “But it does have to do with her.”

“I knew it.” Dean shook his head with a small chuckle, popping the rest of the toast in his mouth. “Alright, out with it. What’s going on now?”

Seth stirred his coffee absentmindedly with a spoon, staring into the dark liquid since he drank it black like Dean did. “I hate that she ran away from me last night when you walked out of the bathroom. She was ready and wanted to kiss me, but then as soon as someone else showed up, she bolted. I don’t get it.” He’d voiced some of these concerns the previous night with Dean, but Seth couldn’t get what happened out of his mind. “I should’ve gone after her.” He touched his bandaged forehead, remembering all the worry swirling through Liliya’s citrine eyes the previous night when she came to check on him. “I shouldn’t have let her run off.”

“Dude, you were just blasted with a chair in the head and could barely walk on your own let alone chase after a woman.” Dean pointed out the obvious, chomping on some bacon that was a little overcooked. Sometimes room service didn’t have the best food. “And she probably scampered her little ass out of there because she didn’t want anyone else to see the intimate moment between you two. Did you ever think of that? She’s not ashamed of you and, if she is, then she has a bad judge of character.”

“Maybe…” Seth wasn’t convinced though and glanced out the window while eating some sausage, wincing at a small sting that zipped through his head. “I have to talk to her, I have to find out if she does feel something for me or if I’m making shit up in my head.” He’d been in love with Liliya Young since he met her in developmental, but had been too focused on making it to the main roster of WWE to worry about having a relationship…until now.

Dean knew exactly how Seth felt because he had the same thoughts running through his mind about Jecina Shaw. He had to do one thing at a time though and Jon Moxley was on the forefront of his mind for the moment. Jecina would have to wait a little longer since he always put family first. The rest of breakfast was ate silently, each man deep in their own thoughts about their current issues. Dean cleaned his mess up and then stepped out on the balcony for a moment to make the phone call he had dreaded since being woke up that morning.

“Hi it’s Marissa, I’m not here right now, but leave a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as possible. God bless.”

Dean sighed, not bothering leaving a voicemail since his mother rarely checked them, but she’d notice he called and hopefully call him back. He glanced at the clock through the sliding glass door and saw it was time for them to hit the road. Seth had already rolled the cart into the hallway for room service to pick up and all of Dean’s things were packed, so he had nothing else to do. Walking back inside, he slipped his bomber jacket on since it was slightly chilly outside and grabbed the rental keys, grabbing his luggage following Seth out the door. Once they were checked out and on their way to the next area, Dean popped two aspirin to get rid of the dull ache in his head while Seth snuggled down into his seat, his hat over his face. He didn’t feel like talking and Dean didn’t blame him, deciding to play some soft classic rock so the car wasn’t totally silent. Halfway through the drive, Dean’s cell phone went off and he immediately saw his mother’s name flash across the caller ID, swallowing hard.

“Hold on, Mom.” Dean said by way of greeting, glancing in the rearview mirror and managed to pull over on the side of the road, stepping out of the car so he didn’t disturb Seth’s nap. “You there, Mom?”

“Yes darling.” Marissa could hear how tense her son’s voice was and frowned, wondering what had him on edge. “Sorry I didn’t answer the phone earlier, I was in the shower.”

“Not a problem.” Dean scrubbed a hand down his face and leaned against the back of the vehicle. “How are you?” He couldn’t just jump into the whole Jon Moxley situation with his mother, especially since he missed her.

Marissa knew her only son pretty well though and could tell something was wrong. “Dean, what’s on your mind, darling? You sound troubled and I know you called me for a reason…”

Dean shut his eyes briefly, knowing deep down he wasn’t ready for this conversation, but he needed answers and they couldn’t wait. “I did.” He admitted quietly, thankful the road was pretty quiet since it was still early in the morning besides a few trucks flying by him on the highway. “But I don’t even know where to start with it.”

Marissa sat down at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee. “Just take a deep breath and tell me what’s going on, Dean.” She was worried about her son since he normally had no problem with talking to her about whatever was on his mind. “Dean?”

“There’s this new wrestler that just debuted in the company a few days ago…and he looks identical to me, Mom.” Dean glanced through the window at Seth, seeing the man hadn’t stirred awake with his pulling over and turned his attention back to the phone call. “His name is Jon Moxley. Normally, I would think it’s a coincidence, but…I know I was adopted at birth…”

Marissa’s eyes flew open, not believing what she was hearing and could feel tears forming, covering her mouth with her hand. Was it possible? Had Dean’s long lost twin finally found him after 27 years? No, it had to be coincidence, but deep down Marissa knew it wasn’t. The only thing she told Dean when he was old enough to understand was being adopted at birth. They adopted him, they weren’t his biological parents, but they were Mom & Dad no matter what. Dean took the news well and Marissa never regretted telling him the truth about being adopted, knowing he had the right to that knowledge just in case he ever needed it for medically reasons down the road.

“Dean…” Marissa felt a lump form in her throat and closed her eyes, feeling hot tears slide down her cheeks.

“Mom, was I…a twin?” Dean frowned at his mother’s sniffles and felt his heart drop in his stomach, already knowing the answer. She didn’t need to say it. “It’s true, isn’t it? I had a twin…” His birthday was coming son on December 7^th, marking age 28 and Dean knew all he would have to do was find out Jon Moxley’s birthday to see if they were the same. “Mom…”

“It’s true, Dean.” Marissa murmured quietly, knowing she had no right to cry and wiped the tears away. “You were one half of a twin.”

Dean frowned, tearing a hand through his still damp hair and fought back his own tears. “Why are you crying? What aren’t you telling me, Mom?” He felt sick calling her that because he never thought this woman could lie and keep something this important from him. “And why didn’t you tell me when you brought up the adoption? Did you think I’d never find out?”

“Honestly, no I didn’t think you would. Your father and I discussed it in length on whether or not to tell you, Dean. We didn’t make the decision lightly. The truth is we tried adopting both you and your twin brother. We wanted both babies and didn’t want them to be split up, but…we were too late…” Marissa had felt guilty over it for years because she never knew what came of the other twin and always wondered if he was as happy as Dean was.

“What do you mean too late?” Dean had a hard time breathing and pushed off the car, clutching the phone tightly in his hand. “I don’t understand…”

“The other baby, your twin, was already spoken for by the time we found you. Or rather the adoption agency found you for us we’d gone through. Your twin had been adopted before you to a family and it was sealed. There was nothing we could do. Your biological mother was adamant about separating her twin boys. It was one of the stipulations in the closed adoption and I never thought…I never imagined you’d find your way back to each other.” Marissa explained, feeling completely heartbroken for her son because there was a chance this Jon Moxley was his twin if they looked identical. “I’m so sorry, darling…”

Dean’s blood ran cold while he listened to his mother tell him everything, not feeling a single tear rolling down his cheek. “I have to go, Mom. I-I have to get back on the road. Show tonight. I-I’ll – uh – I’ll call you later or something…” He didn’t bother saying anything else and snapped his cell phone shut, every part of his body trembling to the point where his teeth started chattering.

It was all true. Every single bit of it and Dean didn’t know what to think or how to feel. He was angry at his parents for not being completely honest with him about the adoption, for keeping the fact he had a twin brother in the world somewhere away from him. And he was irate at his biological mother for not only giving him and his twin up, but purposely splitting them up to where they could never see each other – to grow up together. All of his life, Dean felt this hole inside of him, this emptiness he couldn’t explain and now he knew why. For some reason, the moment he met Jon Moxley that hole instantly disappeared inside of him and Dean felt complete for the first time in his life. He always thought the missing piece inside of him had been a figment of his imagination, but it wasn’t. It was very real. If Jon Moxley was his long lost twin, Dean had to find out for sure and the only way to do that was a blood test. One simple blood test would tell him everything he needed to know, to give them both the ultimate answer. Were they truly brothers?

“Dean, are you alright, bro?” Seth’s voice jolted Dean out of his thoughts, having apparently woke up from his nap and stepped out of the car to check on him.

Blinking, Dean looked down at the phone in his hand that was now crushed and dropped it to the ground, looking up at his friend with bloodshot blues. “No, I’m not. But I will be.” He tossed the keys at Seth. “Drive the rest of the way. I can’t be behind the wheel right now.” His voice was low and rough, trying to keep his emotions in check as Dean walked past Seth to slide in the passenger seat, slamming the door shut with authority.

Seth didn’t know what happened and looked down at the broken cell phone, shaking his head before getting in the rental behind the wheel and continued on their journey to the next area.

Chapter 14

A hangover.

It wasn’t out of the normal for Jon Moxley, especially with all the late nights he had while working in CZW with Sami and Drake. He didn’t regret a single thing he did in his life, living it to the fullest of his ability. Glancing at the clock, Jon noticed he was up an hour later than he planned on and merely laid back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. Oh well, it wasn’t like he was in a hurry to get to the next area for Smackdown!. He wasn’t even on the show, but Stephanie and Hunter still wanted him going to get a feel for the company. The drive was a couple hours and it was only 11 AM, so Jon had a little time to fully wake up without rushing around. Grabbing the pack of smokes off the nightstand table, Jon pulled one out and slipped it between his lips, igniting the tip with a lighter a few seconds later. His eyes closed as soon as the nicotine filtered through his body from the first drag, relaxing every part of his body. In order to get motivated every morning, Jon had to smoke a few cigarettes and drink his weight in coffee before he felt half-human, not bothering with breakfast. He’d grab a cheeseburger on the road or something, not worried about it since room service was probably backed up in the hotel.

3 cigarettes later, Jon finally felt he could push himself out of bed and reached down to scratch his balls, that area always smooth. Jon slept naked and went commando, not seeing a need to wear boxers or boxer/briefs. It was just another layer of clothing he didn’t need. Not to mention, women seemed to flock to him at all sides and Jon did enjoy the occasional slut jumping on his dick, giving him attention. Sliding his tongue over his upper lip slowly, Jon smirked and headed into the bathroom for a much needed shower, glancing in the mirror. He had what looked to be a 3-4 inch scar searing his right shoulder blade along with other scars on his arms and legs from the hardcore brutality of CZW. Every scar on his body proved what a survivor Jon was and showed how far he came since he would now be a WWE Superstar. Turning the shower sprays on, Jon stepped inside and let them cascade down his body, groaning since he made the water as hot as he could stand it.

While washing his body and hair, Jon couldn’t stop the image of Jecina Shaw from entering his mind, the memory of what happened last night flooding his thoughts. She was an absolute firecracker and had a fight within her that challenged Jon in every way. It’d been a while since he met a woman who could challenge him the way she did the previous night…and she did with a SMILE on her face! Jon wanted to wipe that smile off her face by shoving his tongue down her throat and could only imagine what her soft lips felt like. They were glossy, probably a fruit flavored like strawberry or something, and that made Jon cock harden against his thigh. Looking down at his dick, Jon knew he had time to take care of it and wrapped his large hand around the smooth hard shaft, beginning to stroke. His free hand splayed against the shower wall while the sprays pounded down on his back as his eyes slid shut, getting lost in the moment.

All he saw was Jecina, her beautiful forest green orbs and that ebony hair that looked soft to the touch. Jon pictured her in the shower with him and imagined her hand being the one to pump him instead of his own, grunting in satisfaction. In his mind, his hand buried in those ebony tresses while she lowered herself in front of him and engulfed his hard cock in her hot mouth. Jon felt his hips jerk involuntarily and could feel his balls tingle, groaning out her name while still keeping his eyes closed, seeing Jecina hollowing her cheeks out to take as much of him as she possibly could in her mouth. Jon swore he could feel the tip reach the back of her throat and bent his fingers to where his nails pressed against the shower wall, gritting his teeth. It would be over sooner than he wanted, but Jon couldn’t prolong the inevitable and pumped his hand faster, giving his arm one hell of a wakeup call. The muscles tensed and bulged, his breathing quickening along with his heartbeat, blood pounding in his ears and Jon couldn’t hold back any longer even if he wanted to.

“JECINA!!” He growled out the beautiful caterer’s name, his warm hot seed exploding out of his cock against the shower wall and down his hand, Jon’s body sagging a little.

Jon opened his eyes a few minutes later once his breathing normalized and finished the shower, making sure to rinse the shower wall down. Stepping out, Jon towel-dried his body from head to toe, not bothering touching his hair and just shook the excess water out of it. He kept it wet as much as he could because of the annoying curls he was unfortunately blessed with. Brushing his teeth, Jon walked back into the bedroom part of the room in all his naked glory and proceeded to dress in a pair of blue jeans and a long sleeved shirt, pulling on a black hooded sweatshirt. All of belongings were already packed, so all Jon had to do was checkout and be on his way. Slipping a pair of black shades over his electric blues, Jon grabbed his bag and hoisted it over his shoulder, heading out with his key card, keys to his rental and already had his wallet in the back pocket of his jeans.

Now he didn’t know if it was sheer luck or the fates being incredibly cruel to him, but as soon as Jon arrived in the lobby, he spotted Jecina instantly. She was having a small breakfast by herself in the small restaurant that was connected to the hotel and Jon was tempted to bother her. Before he knew what was happening, his feet had moved in the direction toward her, only to freeze when two women came barreling toward Jecina. One had burnt orange hair and the other dark pink – Jon recognized them as the Lilies, lethal bitches he didn’t want to associate with. They looked like true ball busters and Jon didn’t feel like having his junk amputated by them, knowing the Lilies were more than capable of doing it. Where the hell did WWE find them anyway and why did they have their hair colored drastically? They were attractive, but nothing compared to the caterer beauty they current greeted with kisses on cheeks. So they were friends of Jecina it appeared, Jon would have to wait another time to approach Jecina and turned, heading out of the hotel since he already checked out.

He was so timid and looked lonely, Jecina thought, watching Jon Moxley from the moment he stepped foot in the hotel lobby. She watched him checkout, averting her eyes whenever he’d look in her direction. And she felt those intense blues devouring her visually just like they had the previous night at the bar. Jecina smirked at the memory, sipping her coffee while pretending to read a book she had in her hand. Just as he started coming toward her, the Lilies had shown up and Jon made his escape. As much as she wanted to stay and talk with her friends, for some reason Jecina felt the overwhelming urge to go after Jon Moxley and she didn’t know why.

“Where are you going?” Lilianna demanded, raising a brow wearing a long sleeved red top with black skinny jeans and red suede knee high boots, her burnt orange hair pulled back in a ponytail. “We just got here.”

“I know, I’m sorry, but I just remembered I have to get to the arena to start cooking early. Some people have been complaining about it and Stephanie called me last night asking if I would start earlier on nights we have the tapings for Smackdown!.” That was a lie, but Jecina was surprised how smooth it flowed out of her mouth since she normally couldn’t lie to save her life. “I just remembered, so I really have to get going. We’ll get together soon though, I promise.”

“How about breakfast tomorrow then? Or even later in catering? We have to talk to you about some things. Girl talk.” Liliya said with a smile, knowing Jecina always put her job before anything else.

“Later in catering sounds good to me. I can take a break whenever as long as I make sure the food remains filled and I don’t have to whip more up. Shouldn’t be a problem tonight though.” Jecina knew she had to hurry and blew a kiss to her friends, waving before jetting out of the hotel toward the parking lot.

Both Lilies shook their heads at her retreating form and Lilianna was the first to speak up. “Did you buy that?” She glanced at Liliya, raising a brow.

“Yeah, you know how Stephanie and Hunter have been lately cracking down on people. We have jobs just like her, Lili.” Liliya said, sipping her mocha latte from Starbucks while Lilianna nursed a cappuccino.

It was a miracle, but Jecina managed to catch up to Jon before he could leave, seeing him tossing his bag in the backseat of the four door black Corolla. “Hey Moxley.” She called out with a smile, watching him slowly turn around to face her with a brow raised.

“What the hell do you want?” Jon asked gruffly, eyes narrowed under the black shades and wondered what she was doing out here.

“You have a traveling partner for the day.” Jecina stated, not giving him a choice and walked around to the other side of the Corolla, opening the backdoor to slip her luggage inside.

“What?!” Jon exclaimed, stalking over to where she stood and stared down at her, ripping the black shades from his blazing blues. “Don’t you have your own fucking car?” He really didn’t feel like having company on the way to the next area, pinching the bridge of his nose when she shook her head. “Look bitch…”

“My name is Jecina.” She cut him off, folding her arms in front of her chest and knew she was taking a risk, but Jecina didn’t want him traveling alone. “You either call me that or you don’t call me anything. I’m not a bitch, only when the situation calls for it. And I won’t be treated as such either. My ride ditched me today and I really don’t have time to argue with you about this. So just get in the car and deal with it.”

Gritting his teeth, that attitude of hers lit his blood on fire and Jon had the overwhelming urge to strangle her skinny neck. “Jecina,” He decided to respect her wishes not to be called a bitch for now. “I’m not the best…” A growl escaped him when she turned on her heel and slipped into the passenger seat before he could finish the statement. “Traveling partner…”

What the hell was he supposed to do? Ditch her too? She was the reason why everyone ate well at the arenas and the bosses wouldn’t appreciate a fellow coworker abandoning her. Jon wanted to kill whoever ditched Jecina because that was not only disrespectful, but invaded his personal space. Christ, now he was worried about how she felt! It was official, Jon was losing his mind and he had to stay away from Jecina because she was obviously some kind of witch that hexed him. Shaking his head, Jon tore a hand through his damp hair and pulled a cigarette out, lighting it up before slipping behind the wheel, blowing smoke out the open window.

“Want one?” Jon felt obligated to offer and blinked when Jecina actually took a cigarette from his pack, watching her procure a lighter seconds later. “You smoke?” He didn’t know why he was shocked considering she also enjoyed seedy bars. Jon found her more attractive by those two qualities alone and wondered if anyone else knew who the real Jecina Shaw was.

Jecina chuckled at his shocked state and blew smoke out the cracked window, nodding. “I’m trying to quit, so I don’t smoke that much, but yes I do. And you’re a lifesaver since I smoked my last one up in the room earlier this morning with my coffee.”

“Speaking of coffee, we’re stopping to get some. I need it.” Jon didn’t bother sugarcoating his java addiction and knew there was a Starbucks down the road they could stop at.

“Whatever you want to do.” Jecina inhaled another drag and could use a cappuccino since she had to leave hers behind in the hotel restaurant. “Thanks for letting me tag along with you.”

“Like I had a choice?” Jon snorted, firing up the ignition and pulled out of the parking lot, heading for Starbucks. “So, who was the asshole who ditched you anyway?”

Jecina had to fight hard not to cringe at the question. “Nobody for you to worry about. And besides, you’re new to the company. It’s not right for you to travel by yourself, unless that’s what you prefer.”

“It is.” Jon stated, flicking ash out the window the same time she did while sifting through the channels on the radio. “Fuck, doesn’t this area have any heavy metal stations?” He growled in annoyance, finally finding one, but it had a lot of static. “Son of a bitch.”

“Once we hit the highway, the station will come in.” Jecina assured him, crossing one leg over the other and ignored the way he rose a brow at her. “What? I like the occasional heavy metal band.”

“Who’s your favorite?” Jon challenged, not buying that for a second.

“Hmm I guess it would be a tossup between Slayer and Mudvayne. I’m also an OLD Metallica fan, but their new shit sucks.” Jecina made a face, getting a small chuckle out of Jon and smiled in triumph. “Okay you’re officially adorable when you’re shocked, just so you know.”

No woman had EVER used the word ‘adorable’ to describe him before, so Jon didn’t know how to respond to that. “You just don’t seem like the type of woman to like heavy metal.” He finally commented, pulling up to the Starbucks drive-thru and scowled at the line of cars in front of them. “Great, this is gonna take a while.”

“What’s the hurry? Am I really that bad company?” Jecina’s smile changed into a frown, her forest green eyes locking with him and Jon felt the breath temporarily leave his body.

“I’m just not good travel company. It’s not you…” That sounded pathetic and Jon wished he had a gun at that moment to blow his brains out of his skull, shaking his head. “I’m not used to having someone who wants to travel with me.” That sounded even MORE pathetic! Jon really had to get it together before he turned to mush in front of Jecina and that simply could NOT happen. “So, what’s your bra size?”

“Do you always use sex as a ploy to avoid certain subjects?”

Jon didn’t answer and looked away from her as they pulled up to the window, placing their order. 10 minutes later, they were on their way to Smackdown! drinking their beverages and blasting Mudvayne when it came spilling through the speakers. Jecina had been right, the station cleared up as soon as they were on the highway and Jon was happy as a clam, both of them screaming the lyrics at the top of their lungs. The more time Jecina spent with Jon, the more she felt herself wanting to know everything about him. He was refreshing, amusing and different compared to the other guys she had to be around on a daily basis. She wanted to know everything about him and Jon found himself thinking the same thing, finding her just as intriguing as she did him.

Chapter 15

“So out with it, what happened last night? You were unusually quiet at breakfast.” Liliya observed while driving down the highway, glancing over at Lilianna briefly before turning her eyes back on the road. “And don’t tell me nothing because you can’t lie to save your damn life.”

Lilianna heaved a sigh and looked out the window, a thoughtful frown on her face. “Randy was waiting for me at my hotel room last night – outside my door.” She quickly clarified, not wanting Liliya to freak out while behind the wheel.

“That asshole needs to leave you alone. What did he say?” Liliya gripped the steering wheel tightly, hating the fact Randy Orton wouldn’t take a hint and take a flying leap off a short pier. He would be doing the whole world a favor if he just disappeared forever, especially for Lilianna. “And did he touch you?”

“He tried to, but I didn’t give him a chance.” Lilianna knew better than to lie to Liliya because the woman would see right through her. “He just kept saying sorry and reminded me of how long we were together. Like I don’t know? I finally told him he needs to get his shit together and deal with his personal issues outside of work. Because if he keeps up this attitude he’s had lately, he’s going to end up losing his job – probably the only thing he really loves in this world.”

Liliya agreed wholeheartedly with her friend and tag team partner because rumors had been swirling around the locker room about Randy’s treatment of his coworkers. Nobody wanted to work with him. He was being too rough in the ring and had sent several people to the hospital with concussions. The only person he cared about in the ring was himself and, in their profession, wrestler or Diva, that type of mindset couldn’t be tolerated. Everyone was afraid Randy would end their careers because of his recklessness in the ring lately.

“I just don’t understand what makes him think he can waltz back into your life and act like nothing happened. It makes no sense to me. There’s obviously a reason why he didn’t show up at the wedding.” Liliya surmised, scratching her head in confusion. “That’s what I really want to know is why he stood you up. Why he made you plan this gorgeous wedding for 18 months only to be a chicken shit at the end. I don’t get it.”

Truthfully, Lilianna didn’t understand Randy’s logic or thinking either and had been asking herself the same question repeatedly since it happened. “I honestly don’t know and I don’t care at this point. I just want him to leave me alone before I lodge his balls in his throat.” She cracked a small smile when Liliya began giggling uncontrollably and sipped her cappuccino. “Enough about me, what happened with Ninja last night?” It was her special nickname she gave Seth back in developmental.

The laughter died from Liliya’s lips instantly and the smile on her face turned down into a deep frown, sadness filling her citrine eyes. “Nothing worth discussing.” Her cheeks flamed red at the memory of fleeing from the Shield locker room after nearly being caught kissing Seth by Dean Ambrose. “I really don’t want to talk about it.”

Lilianna respected her friend’s wish and changed the subject, both of them talking about their upcoming days off. Lilianna planned on getting rip-roaring drunk and Liliya had a family function to attend, so unfortunately she couldn’t join in on the drinking fun. She wasn’t a big drinker to begin with, but she knew Lilianna desperately had to take the edge off her nerves somehow.

“So what do you really think is going on with Jeci?”

“I have no idea.” Liliya shrugged, having mulled over several possibilities, but none of them added up when it came to the caterer. “I know Dean Ambrose has been visiting with her a lot more lately. Maybe there’s something going on between them. You and I both know she has some kind of feelings for him. She just won’t elaborate on them, which tells me she likes him a lot more than she’s willing to admit.”

“Hmm good point. I say we drill her during our girl talk session in catering later.” Lilianna had to get her mind off of Roman Reigns before it drove her crazy, her body still burning from his touch last night. “And you can fool a lot of people with that ‘nothing worth discussing’ shit, but it doesn’t fly with me and you know it.”

Liliya breathed a sigh of relief, smiling thankfully at her friend and turned the radio up when a good song flowed through the speakers, both of them bobbing heads to the beat. She would talk about it tonight at the girl talk powwow they had planned with Jecina. Lilianna purposely left out the fact she had a visit from Roman Reigns and decided now wasn’t the time to bring it up. One thing about Liliya was she was very protective of people who were close to her and the last thing Lilianna wanted was the woman demanding Roman to stay away. Especially since the whole fiasco with Randy Orton made Lilianna swear off all wrestlers for life. She regretted making that vow now and wondered what Liliya would think about Roman’s visit after Randy upset her.

Another hour later, they arrived in the town they’d be performing in tonight and went to the hotel to check-in to drop their bags off in their rooms. On the way down, the girls stepped off the elevator laughing about something Liliya recalled regarding Eva Marie, only for her to stop dead in her tracks. The laughter died from her lips and Lilianna noticed it, looking in the direction her friend was currently staring. There leaning against the wall of the hotel lobby was Seth Rollins and Dean Ambrose. Roman was nowhere to be found since he couldn’t be seen in public around his Shield comrades due to the storyline. Seth had blue skinny jeans on with a red t-shirt on that had some kind of graphic on it, probably from a favorite band of his, a black hooded sweatshirt unzipped and a black hat tilted to the side on his head with white and black sneakers on his feet. Liliya tried to breathe as well and felt her cheeks flame up, the memory of the previous night rushing through her.

“Come on, we gotta get to the arena.” Liliya mumbled, taking Lilianna’s arm and guided her out the door, averting her gaze from Seth since she could feel his chocolate eyes boring intensely into her side and back.

Seth frowned, watching the Lilies hurry out the door of the hotel and glanced at Dean, who just shrugged his shoulders. “Whatever.” He muttered, brushing his fingertips over the white bandage on his forehead and shook his head, feeling rejected. “I knew it.”

“Knew what?” Dean raised a brow, chomping on a donut and tried getting the conversation he had with his mother out of his mind earlier.

“Did you see that shit?” Seth gritted his teeth, shoving his hands in the front pockets of his skinny jeans. “She’s avoiding me like the fucking plague! I told you, she’s ashamed to be seen with me.”

Dean had noticed it, but he didn’t want to upset Seth any more than the man already was. “Maybe she was in a hurry?” He offered, trying to give his friend a glimmer of hope and frowned when Seth shot him a glare. “Don’t jump to conclusions, bro.”

“Dean, you’re my friend so be honest with me. You don’t have to lie to me about it. I can see it plain as day she doesn’t want me the same way I do her.” Seth felt stupid for pursuing one of the Lilies and pulled his hat down a little more over his eyes, trying to push the pain of Liliya’s rejection in the far recesses of his mind. “Come on, we gotta get to the arena.”

That was the last place Dean wanted to be, especially since he found out that Moxley was 99% his long lost twin brother. And he would have to be the one to approach the man with the news. How the hell did he tell Jon something like this? He couldn’t just come out and say ‘hey man, turns out we’re bros, wanna grab a beer?’ because Dean already knew that wouldn’t go over well with Jon. Scrubbing a hand down his face, Dean reluctantly nodded and grabbed his bag while Seth snatched his from the floor, both of them heading out shortly after the Lilies.

The ride to the arena was made in silence with Lilianna driving this time while Liliya tried getting her nerves under control. Why did Seth make her insides melt and her body ignite whenever she saw him? Lilianna suddenly wished she hadn’t left Liliya and Seth alone because something obviously happened between them that really had her friend on edge. Parking the rental car 20 minutes later, the Lilies grabbed their gear bags and headed inside to get ready for their match that night. It was single’s competition with Summer Rae against Liliya and Eva Marie against Lilianna. However, this time it was Lilianna who halted before they made it to the arena entrance and it didn’t take Liliya but a couple seconds to figure out why.

Roman Reigns stood outside of the entrance leaning against the wall, his muscular arms folded in front of his chest. He had a long sleeved white thermal top on with black skintight jeans that hugged him in all the right places, his black hair pulled back at the nape of his neck. The sleeves were bunched up to his elbows, exposing part of the sleeved tattoo that took over his right arm. Lilianna had a hard time breathing suddenly, especially since the top he wore stretched across his chest, showing the muscle definition of his body. Roman could feel her eyes scrapping him from the top of his head to his sneaker covered feet, doing the same thing with her as hunger burned in his stormy greys. Liliya felt the tension between them and cleared her throat, jolting Lilianna out of her lustful thoughts about the Enforcer of the Shield.

“I’m – uh – heading inside, do you need a minute?” Liliya was hesitant to leave her friend alone with Roman Reigns, but she would give Lilianna the same respect she showed her the previous night with Seth.

Lilianna nodded, swallowing hard and didn’t move her gaze from Roman for a second. “Thanks, I’ll catch up with you in a minute.”

Roman watched Liliya walk inside the arena and pushed off the wall, closing the distance between them with a gentle smile. That smile alone made Lilianna weak in the knees, but she managed to maintain her composure somehow. “Feeling better from last night?” He asked politely, concern shining in his beautiful grey eyes that lit Lilianna’s insides ablaze.

Lilianna cracked a hesitant smile, tucking a strand of burnt orange hair behind her ear. “A little. Thank you for coming and checking on me last night. It was incredibly sweet of you.” She felt she owed him at least that much and shouldered the gear bag on her shoulder. “You didn’t have to.”

“Yes I did.” Roman argued, his tone still soft but also firm. “You ready to have that talk yet to get it off your chest?” He refused to beat around the bush when it came to Lilianna, especially since she was full of barely contained rage. “The longer you keep it bottled up, the more it’ll eat you alive. You know that, right?”

“Yes…”

Deep down, Lilianna agreed with Roman, but wasn’t sure if she was ready to hash out her anger and feelings with him. She also didn’t trust him yet, but something told her it wouldn’t be long before Roman snaked his way into her heart. That thought alone terrified her because she didn’t want another wrestler breaking her in half the way Randy had.

Sensing her hesitation, Roman held his hand up before Lilianna could utter another word and took a step back from her. “I’m here when you’re ready.” His voice was nothing more than a low rumble. “No pressure.”

Lilianna appreciated his understanding and both of them headed inside the arena with Roman holding open the door for her. They started parting ways to go to their separate locker rooms, but Lilianna stopped halfway down the hall, frowning. She was battling with herself, wanting to let Roman in, but at the same time she was scared to death of getting hurt again. What if Roman was no better than Randy? Groaning, Lilianna made up her mind, took a step forward and then suddenly turned around, bolting down the hallway around the corner where Roman had gone. She chased him down and touched his arm, stopping Roman from walking as she moved to stand in front of him, taking a deep breath.

“Go out to dinner with me tonight.” She didn’t mean for it to come out as a demand and Lilianna could feel those grey eyes piercing her soul. “I’ll tell you what’s going on. I-I have to trust someone besides Lyla and it would be nice to have a man’s perspective on what happened to me. So, is that okay with you?”

Roman honestly didn’t expect Lilianna to come around as fast as she did, but he wasn’t complaining either and smiled widely. “Meet me in the parking lot tonight after the show. We can go wherever you want. And remember, no pressure. You tell me as much or as little as you want.” He took a chance and leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the crown of her head. “Have a good match tonight. I’ll be watching.”

Watching him walk away down the hall, Lilianna grinned and felt good about her decision to ask Roman to dinner, turning to head back to her locker room. Only to run right smack into Randy Orton, who clearly overheard the whole exchange between her and Roman. “What the hell do you want, Orton?” Her mood went from uplifting and happy to irate the moment her golden brown eyes landed on Randy.

“What the fuck are you doing with the rookie? You could have an actual champion between your legs in your bed and you choose someone who doesn’t have a shot in hell in this company? What is wrong with you, Lilianna?” Randy was angry, agitated and wanted to knock Roman Reigns’ head off his shoulders for making a move on HIS woman.

Hauling off, Lilianna couldn’t hold back and slapped the taste out of Randy’s mouth, making him stumble back a few feet from the velocity of the blow. “I’d rather have a rookie than a lying, cheating sack of dog shit!” So much for keeping business and personal issues separated, but Randy deserved that after calling Roman a rookie and assuming she would let him between her legs this soon. “Stay the hell away from me!! Get it through your head that I don’t want you anymore!”

“Lili, wait…” Randy reached out to grab her arm and felt his eyes cross, falling to his knees thanks to Lilianna’s knee driving in his junk as hard as she could. “FUCK!”

“I warned you not to touch me again.” Lilianna spat viciously, shoving him away from her as Randy fell back on the floor in a heap, cupping his now throbbing junk with his hands.

Turning, Lilianna stalked away from him around the corner down the hall toward her dressing room, her mood returning back to normal and couldn’t wait to see Roman later that night for dinner.

Chapter 16

“Come on, it’s a legitimate question.”

“Stop it, Moxley.”

“What is wrong with answering it? Or maybe you’re not wearing any.”

“Even if I wasn’t, it’s none of your business.”

Their conversations went like this during the long drive here and Jon hadn’t let up once, sticking mainly to the topic of sex. Jecina didn’t mind talking about sex, but then he started asking what she was wearing beneath her clothes. It made her a little uncomfortable since she didn’t know this man from a hole in the ground. He had zero shame and wasn’t afraid to speak his mind, even going as far as to reach over while driving to squeeze her jean covered thigh. Jecina’s thigh still felt like it was on fire from his simple touch and needless to say she didn’t need much of the heater on throughout the drive. Currently, Jon was trying to find out what kind of panties she wore and Jecina wasn’t budging, shaking her head.

“Just tell me if they’re lacey then.” Jon tried to compromise, brushing his now dry dishwater blonde hair from his eyes and smirked when she looked up at him. “Come on Jina, humor me.”

During the drive, Jon had started calling her that and Jecina didn’t have a problem with it. She had several nicknames throughout the company, but nobody had called her Jina before. Dean came up with Cina and everyone else referred to her as Jeci. Well, almost everybody. She stood there with her hands on her hips while they stood outside of the arena, each having one last smoke before they had to venture inside. Jecina was against the wall with Jon hovering over her, his arm planted above her head towering over her small frame.

Taking a drag from her cigarette, Jecina tried not to blow the smoke in Jon’s face, even though she knew he didn’t mind. “You’re not gonna let this go, are you?” It was more of a statement than an actual question.

“Nope, now answer me.” Smoke slowly slid from his nostrils and mouth, making him look sexier and added an evil quality, if that was possible. “Come on,” Jon lowered his mouth until it was right by her ear, his hand planting on her waist. “You know you want to tell me. Gives me something to think about.”

Was his hand really searing through the jeans, long sleeved top, camisole and coat she wore? “Why do you want to think about me of all people?” What did her panties have to do with his thought process anyway besides being perverted?

Jon chuckled from low in his throat, the sound raspy and somewhat of a growl. “Because it’s you, Jina.” It was a simple enough answer and the only one Jecina would get. “You gonna tell me or what?”

“Fine, but only if you tell me something about you.” She challenged, arching a brow up at him and wasn’t the least bit intimidated by his height.

“What do you wanna know?” Jon tried keeping the hesitation out of his voice, blue locking on forest green. “Depends on what it is, really.”

Jecina smirked, not believing he fell into her trap and slid a hand down his leather jacket covered arm, her eyes never leaving his. “Tell me what’s under those jeans.” If he wanted to know about her panties then Jecina felt she had the right to know about his boxer or brief status.

“That’s it?” Jon didn’t buy it for a second and laughed when she nodded in confirmation. “Lady, you are a piece of work.” He took the final drag from his cigarette and flicked it to the side, stepping closer to her. “My cock.”

“I know your cock is under your jeans, but I’m talking about what covers your cock.” Jecina hadn’t caught onto what he was trying to say and suddenly felt her cheeks grow hot, pressing her hands against them. “Oh – Oh god…” He went COMMANDO?!

“Like I said, my cock.” Jon pushed away from the wall to give her a little breathing room, especially since her face had turned 4 shades of red in a matter of seconds. “Now answer my question.”

“Cotton.” Jecina muttered, flicking her cigarette in the same direction he did and headed toward the entrance, but Jon was hot on her heels.

“What color?”

Jecina shook her head, opening the door as they both stepped inside and felt the warmth from the arena envelope her instantly since it was cold outside. “Uh-uh, you wanted to know what kind of panties I wore, not the color. Tough luck, Moxley. Maybe next time.”

Shaking his head, Jon knew she had him and there was nothing he could do to dispute the fact, finding her both challenging and unnerving at the same time. “Then ask me another question and then you’ll have to answer the color panty one.”

“Nope, I’m good for right now.” Finding out this gorgeous man went commando was almost too much for her brain to handle, so many naughty thoughts flooding through it currently. “Maybe later I’ll take you up on that offer again.”

“Saucy bitch.” Jon muttered good-naturedly, hearing her giggle and continued on their way to catering.

As soon as they walked in with Jecina laughing at something Jon said, both stopped at the sight of Dean Ambrose leaning against the long table already setup for the dinner that night. Both men squared their shoulders simultaneously and Jecina could feel the tension thicken in the air with each passing second between them, knowing she had to do something. The last thing she wanted was these two ripping each other to shreds and getting suspended from the bosses for misconduct in the work place.

“I’ll talk to you later, Moxley.” She quietly dismissed him, watching those electric blues snap down to meet hers and cracked a small smile. “Go on.”

Jon didn’t want to leave Jecina alone with Dean, but he did have a meeting to attend with the bosses regarding his character development in WWE. He nodded silently and shot Dean a glare, their facial expressions identical at the moment. Dean did not like the fact Jecina was spending time with Jon Moxley, the man who could potentially be his long lost twin brother, not at all. He didn’t say anything, not wanting to upset her and plastered on a smile as soon as Jon exited catering, leaving the two of them alone.

“What are you doing here so early?” Jecina asked, turning her attention fully on Dean. “The show doesn’t start for several more hours.”

“I know, just figured I’d come visit you before I hit the gym with Roman and Seth.” Dean said, partially lying since he’d already had his workout, but she didn’t need to know that. “If you don’t want me here…”

“Of course I do.” She reached out, placing a hand on his strong bicep and smiled warmly, giving it a gentle squeeze. Why did his arms have to be so scrumptious? “I always love your visits, you know that. I have to start cooking though, so I hope it’s not too boring for you.”

“You’re never boring to me, Cina.” Dean assured her, feeling the tingle rush up his arm the moment she touched him and had to exhale slowly. “Lead the way, I’m a terrible cook so maybe watching you will make me learn something. Maybe I can even help you a little since I’ve got some time to kill.” He really wanted to ask why she came to the arena with Moxley, but Dean didn’t want to step on Jecina’s toes.

Arching a brow, Jecina could tell something was bothering Dean and didn’t know if she should pry or not, deciding to slowly edge toward the subject. “Wash your hands if you plan on helping me.” She ordered, already pulling out the dough to make French bread with. Some Italian was on the menu tonight for sure.

“Oh bossy little thing, aren’t you?” Dean grumbled good-naturedly with a wink and chuckled when she shot him a glare, holding his hands up in surrender. “Alright-alright, I’m going.” He went to the sink and washed his hands properly, drying them off and snapped on a pair of rubber gloves around his large wrists. “Go ahead, hop up on the table and we’ll get the exam over with.”

Jecina quirked a brow at him and didn’t stop rolling the dough out on the counter, shaking her head. “And just what exam are you referring to, Ambrose?”

“You’re not here for your 3,000 mile oil, lube and tire rotation? I’ve got the oil if you got the lube and I’m sure I can find you a coupon for a free tire rotation.” Dean grinned with sparkling blue eyes, willing to do or say anything to keep that beautiful smile on her face.

Any other woman would’ve slapped the hell out of Dean for that comment, but all Jecina did was nudge him playfully, already having her own gloves on. “I will never think of oil changes and tire rotations the same way again. I don’t think I’ll be able to get them done without laughing my ass off.” She giggled and pointed at the bag of potatoes on the counter. “Now start peeling those and make sure to rinse them first. You know how to do that much, right?”

Dean didn’t want to let her down, but truthfully he never peeled potatoes in his life, always going with the instant crap. He was not a cook by any stretch of the imagination. “Umm…” He made a face toward the potatoes and looked back at her pathetically. “Not really…”

Jecina stopped rolling out the dough and walked around him to grab the potato peeler off the counter, gesturing him over. “Watch and learn then.” She took one potato, rinsed it and then held it in one hand while beginning to use the peeler, showing him how to do it. Not even a minute later, Jecina chopped it in half and put it in the pan of water before grabbing the next one. “Now take this one.” Placing it in Dean’s hand, they both started peeling it together as the peels fell into the garbage. “See? Not that hard right? Take your time and be careful not to cut yourself with the peeler.”

“Yeah because a massive amount of blood on the tatters is frowned upon.” Dean smirked while peeling the potato, going a lot slower than her. “I’m just gonna go ahead and let you handle the knife. I’m not trying to cut off any…fingers or anything else…” I might want to touch you with later, Dean added in thought, glancing over watching her lean over to flip the small radio on.

Her cute little backside swayed back and forth to the beat while she continued to work, having 4 different pots going on the stove and 3 ovens going all at the same time. It was amazing watching her balance everything to make sure nothing finished too soon. The smells and aromas permeating the air made Dean crazy and his head spin, but her body moving to the music from the radio made him harden in his basketball shorts he currently wore. Not able to resist after peeling the rest of the potatoes, Dean saddled up behind her and took a chance, planting his hands on her hips.

“What next chef?” He mumbled against the shell of her ear and breathed her scent in, tempted to press a soft kiss against the pulse point in her neck.

Grinning, Jecina whipped around to drape her arms around his neck and didn’t stop dancing, staring into his pale blue depths. “How about some desserts?” She suggested, reaching up to run the pad of her thumb across his soft red lips.

All Jecina wanted was one taste, one kiss, just to feel how soft they were. Even though she felt a magnetic attraction to Jon Moxley, her crush on Dean hadn’t ceased and being this close to him in this moment was all she had her mind on. She shivered when his mouth brushed against her thumb and pulled her closer, loving the feeling of his strong arms wrapped around her body.

“Grab the flour over there for me and place it on the counter, will you?” She tapped Dean’s nose gently and reluctantly extracted herself from his embrace, dancing over to the stove to stir the mostaccioli noodles and sauce. “And if you remain my good helper, I MIGHT let you lick the spoon.”

That was not all Dean wanted to lick, but he’d start with the spoon and work his way down. Smirking at his own naughty thought, Dean retrieved the flour and everything else Jecina requested, setting them on the counter as instructed. His pale blues watched in fascination as she moved, mixed, stirred and poured the desserts with flawless perfection. Every piece of food this woman touched had nothing except heart and soul into it. It didn’t matter if the biggest asshole in the company would eat it later, she still poured every ounce of love from her body into everything she made. Sitting on the counter, Dean kept watching her and knew he couldn’t let this incredible woman slip through his fingers. Right after he took care of his family business, his next priority was telling Jecina exactly how he felt about her.

“You’re amazing, Cina, you know that?” He complimented, shaking his head in pure awe. “I can barely keep up with you and, yet, you’ve got more dishes and food prepared than any normal chef. This is crazy.”

“You are not the first person to tell me that. I developed a love for cooking when I was little actually. I’d watch my Mom for hours in the kitchen and she cooks better than me, believe it or not. She taught me everything I know, but still has a few tricks up her sleeve she hasn’t shown me yet. She always says ‘Jecina, it doesn’t matter how much or little you make as long as all of your love and devotion goes into your cooking’. I sort of took that and applied it to my life.” Jecina explained, mixing the batter for the chocolate soufflés and then started on the mini cheesecakes. “Start that mixer for me while I grab the French bread out of the oven please. All you gotta do is push the start button and the mixer will do everything else.”

Dean did as instructed and lost track of time while being in the kitchen with Jecina, suddenly glancing down at his watch. “Shit!” He hopped off the counter, groaning when her eyes shot open. “I’ve got a little under 2 hours to get ready for the taping. I’m gonna head back to the dressing room to get changed.”

Jecina hadn’t noticed the time either until she looked at the clock and nodded, not believing how fast time passed being with Dean. “Wait.” She stopped him from leaving and walked over, reaching up to press a soft kiss to his cheek, locking forest green on deep blue. “I’m always here for you, Dean. Go kick some ass. Thank you for your help, now get outta my kitchen.” She shooed him out playfully, turning to go back to finish up the desserts so she could start setting food out in catering.

Dean chuckled and reached up, touching his cheek while walking out of catering down the hall, a dazed expression on his face accompanied with a huge grin – all courtesy of Jecina Shaw.

Chapter 17

SHIELD

She must’ve stood there for a good solid 10 minutes just staring at the name on the door, trying to muster up the courage to knock. So far, it wasn’t happening. Why was Liliya so nervous? She had decided to come here to check on Seth, wanting to make sure he was taking care of his head injury. And now she was starting to wonder if maybe this was the best idea considering how she acted at the hotel. Seth probably thought she was a complete nutcase, which she was to an extent. Liliya was just as hyper as him, full of energy and life and running away from him had been a huge mistake. Why did she care if Dean had caught them in a heated moment? Granted, she had a reputation to uphold, but still that didn’t stop Liliya from wanting Seth Rollins in every way possible. So what was she afraid of? Rejection, maybe? Squaring her shoulders with a newfound determination, Liliya brought her hand up and knocked on the door, frowning when nobody answered. Maybe they weren’t here.

Chewing her bottom lip, Liliya decided to take a chance and pushed against the door, peeking her head in. What the hell was she doing? This was trespassing, an invasion of not only Seth’s privacy, but Dean’s as well. Roman had his own locker room, but Dean and Seth were still known as the Shield, even without their Enforcer. Liliya felt so much anxiety coursing through her veins and it heightened once she was fully inside, the door closing behind her. A second later, the bathroom door opened as Seth stepped out with a roll of steam behind him, towel-drying his two-toned hair. He must’ve cut the water off in the shower right before she stepped through the door because Liliya hadn’t heard it going or else she would’ve hightailed it out of the dressing room.

Seth had his face covered with the towel, another draped low on his hips and Liliya should’ve made her escape since he hadn’t noticed her yet. Liliya slowly moved one foot back toward the door and then another, trying not to make a sound while Seth kept his back to her. She wasn’t that far away from the door, so just another foot or two and Liliya would have her hand on the door handle. Her eyes never left Seth though, admiring how the rivulets of water slid down his muscular arms and back, catching a glimpse of his spinal tattoo under the black tresses. He only had a streak of blonde through his hair, a 3^rd of it dyed, his own personal signature and trend that exploded across the world with WWE fans. Liliya had to learn how to breathe again, taking another step back and didn’t realize she’d placed her foot directly in back of her other one, making her trip. Losing her balance, Liliya stumbled back and rammed her shoulder into the door, every part of her body tensing. She had to bite her bottom lip hard to keep from yelping out, but the noise alone had gained Seth’s attention, his body slowly turning.

“Dean, the bathroom’s open. Get in there so we can get ready for the tag match tonight.” Seth ordered, finally pulling the towel from his head and tossed it to the side before starting to remove his other one. “Come on bro, we don’t have all night and you take forever to get ready.”

“I-It’s not Dean…” Liliya was caught and knew she couldn’t run away from him again, watching his hands freeze on his towel, those chocolate eyes turning to meet wide citrine.

What the hell was Liliya Young doing in their locker room? Seth had heard a clatter against the door, but it honestly sounded like Dean walking inside, so he didn’t think anything of it. “Lyla…” He frowned, noticing her cradling her shoulder and immediately walked over to her, wanting to make sure she was alright. “What are you doing here? Are you okay?”

Being this close to him, Liliya’s mind whirled and she found it hard to form a coherent thought, nodding while his fingers gingerly caressed her sore shoulder. “I came to check on you. Nobody answered the door, so I figured maybe you fell asleep again.” Seth had a habit of taking small naps at the arena before the shows started, his way of recharging. “I-I didn’t realize you were in the shower…” She could smell whatever Seth used to clean his body with and it made Liliya heady, especially since Seth had bent down to where their noses were practically touching to examine her shoulder.

“Checking on me again, eh?” Seth tried to make it sound coy, but the memory of Liliya running away from him last night pierced his mind. “I’m fine.” He released her shoulder abruptly and stepped back, touching the staples in his forehead that currently had liquid band aid over them so he could shower.

Liliya heard the cold tone of his voice and frowned, pushing off the door. “Seth, what’s wrong?” She reached out to touch his arm and blinked when he pulled away, acting as if she just scalded him. “Seth?”

“Nothing, I just need to get ready for my match. You should go do the same thing.” Seth hated how cool the tone of his voice was, but Liliya confused him with her running away and he didn’t have time for games.

Feeling her heart plummet to the depths of her stomach, Liliya had to blink tears away and dropped both arms at her sides dejectedly. “Yeah, okay…” Turning, she started for the dressing room door and could already feel the tears clinging to her lashes, feeling like the biggest fool on the planet.

Seth couldn’t let her leave, not even after he dismissed her, because the question burning in his mind wouldn’t go away. “Why did you run last night?” It came out of his mouth before Seth could stop it and Liliya froze, her hand on the door handle.

“What?” She slowly turned around to face him, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Last night.” Seth repeated, emphasizing those two words and wanted to pull her into his arms, but he stopped himself. “Are you really going to pretend nothing happened between us?”

Liliya swallowed hard, feeling her cheeks flame up once again and lowered her eyes from him. “Seth…”

“Are you ashamed to be seen with me? Or you regret almost kissing me? Which one is it? Because I need to know so I don’t keep making a fucking fool out of myself chasing after a woman who doesn’t want to be with me.” Seth admitted openly, watching her head snap back up as shocked citrine met chocolate depths.

Is that what he really thought? Liliya’s heart broke at Seth’s confession and could see the hurt in his eyes. “No Seth, I don’t think any of that. I just…I didn’t think…I didn’t know…” Damn it, she was rambling and couldn’t form a sentence to save her life! “Fuck, I don’t even know what I’m saying anymore.”

Seth could tell she was flustered and decided to take a chance, closing the distance between them pressing her against the dressing room door. “Breathe Lyla, in through the nose and out the mouth.” He dropped his voice an octave to hopefully soothe her a little and knew he’d overreacted. “I’m sorry…”

“I didn’t mean to run last night.” Her eyes refused to meet his until Seth’s finger hooked under her chin, lifting them until she met chocolate brown again. “I didn’t know you were chasing me or wanted to be with me. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Didn’t think you felt anything for me.” Seth muttered with a shrug, scrubbing a hand down his face and winced since he hit the staples. “Damn it…”

Liliya couldn’t leave now and took his hand, guiding him over to a nearby metal folding chair. “Sit down.” She ordered, walking over to Seth’s bag in the far corner to retrieve a fresh bandage to put over his staples so he didn’t end up pulling one of them out. “Alright, tilt your head back for me.”

Seth smirked, suddenly having a better idea and planted his hands on Liliya’s hips, lifting her to straddle his lap with ease. Liliya swallowed hard since Seth was just in a towel still and she could feel his growing erection press against the crotch of her ring attire, fighting back a gasp. She shifted a little and heard a hiss escape Seth’s mouth, his grip increasing on her waist to try to keep her from moving. This dark pink haired goddess would be the death of him, Seth was sure of it, especially when she shifted again and brushed against his hardened shaft. It did not help matters that he could feel her soft skin since her ring attire didn’t cover a lot of her back, stroking her sides gently. Liliya managed to place the antibacterial ointment on the staples before covering them with the white bandage, making sure it would stay for the night. As soon as her eyes moved from the bandage to his intense chocolate orbs, Liliya felt breathless at all the desire and want coursing through them. He wanted her as much she wanted him – that much was obvious. Just his heated gaze alone caused a flood of heat to overtake her body as Liliya rested her hands on his broad shoulders, slowly moving them to his chiseled chest.

“All done.” She whispered softly, not moving from his lap and felt Seth’s arms tighten around her, citrine turning to molten gold in a matter of seconds.

“Thank you.”

The sexual tension between them couldn’t be cut with the sharpest knife and Seth watched as her small pink tongue snaked out to wet her lips. He wanted her in every way possible and decided to take the plunge, unable to hold back. Liliya didn’t expect him to kiss her, so when Seth’s mouth captured hers, every nerve-ending in her body ignited, quickly starting a forest fire. She planned on pulling away, but instead all Liliya did was bury her fingers in his two-toned hair, returning the kiss with equal amount of passion and desire. Why would she pull back? Liliya knew she wanted this and she couldn’t fight it anymore. Apparently, neither could Seth. The kiss started off slow and sweet, but quickly turned passionate when Seth’s tongue swiped across her sweet lips, begging for access to taste her. Liliya immediately obliged and let out a deep moan as soon as their tongues touched for the first time, pressing herself closer to him if that was possible. Searching and reaching every crevice of her mouth, Seth groaned and slid his fingers through her hair down her back to her waist before moving back up again, his cock pulsating with new life. Only when they both needed oxygen to breathe did the kiss break and Seth immediately rested his forehead against hers, their chests heaving rapidly.

“Seth…”

“Not here.” He shook his head, hating that he had to take the high road, but they had to put work first before pleasure. “I swear to god, I want you Lyla, more than anything. But we both have matches tonight and I refuse to risk your safety for just a quickie. Don’t think for a second I don’t want you though because I damn sure do.”

Liliya sighed with reluctance and knew Seth was right, loving the sound of the intense passion in his voice stating he wanted her. “I don’t like it, but I agree with you.” When would it be the right time, Liliya couldn’t help wonder in thought and softly brushed her lips against his. “I want you too, for the record.”

Seth chuckled with a nod, rubbing his nose gently against hers and suddenly came up with the perfect plan. “I don’t want to just jump in bed with you, not without at least taking you out on a date. I’m a little old-fashioned, but my Mom would kick my ass if I didn’t treat a lady with respect. And you are most certainly a lady. So how about dinner and drinks tonight? I’m getting my own hotel room since Dean and I are about to start feuding. So let me take you out tonight, show you a good time and then we can go back to my room…”

“And let whatever happens, happen?” Liliya finished for him, a hint of hope in her voice and beamed when Seth nodded, holding back her excitement. “I’d love to, Seth.”

Seth cupped her face and gave Liliya another toe-curling kiss, his hands moving down to her waist as he lifted her up while standing from the metal folding chair. Liliya instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, not breaking the kiss and didn’t want to be anywhere else. If she could get away with it, she would’ve insisted both of them skip their matches that night and just start the date right now. The fans were expecting them though and Liliya couldn’t let them down, not when they were the reason she was a WWE Superstar, doing what she loved for a living. She knew Seth felt the same way. Feeling her feet hit the concrete flooring of the dressing room, Seth reluctantly broke the kiss and knew he had to send Liliya away or else he wouldn’t be able to focus on his match that night.

“Alright, you really need to leave now.” He grunted, not releasing her waist and brushed his nose against hers along with her cheeks and lips, breathing her in. “Tonight, we’ll have all the time in the world since my flight doesn’t leave until 2 PM.”

“Mine doesn’t either.” Liliya grinned, running her fingertips down the side of his face and had to be the one to break the contact between them. “I’ll meet you in the parking lot after the show. Try not to fill up on Jeci’s food since we’ll be going out.”

“Whatever you want, angel.” She really was his dark pink haired angel and goddess, but Seth refused to use that term of endearment on her. Angel felt her perfectly. “MY angel.”

Liliya loved the sound of that and leaned up to press her mouth to his one final time before flying out the door, hearing Seth’s chuckle resonating behind her. Her face was flushed and her mouth was swollen from his kisses, but Liliya didn’t care. Soon, everyone would know that she was dating Seth Rollins, the man of her dreams, and that alone made her heart flutter. Stopping in the women’s restroom to clean herself up, Liliya giggled at her reflection in the mirror and shook her head. She splashed cold water on her face to hopefully calm her heated cheeks and dabbed some on the back of her neck. Lilianna couldn’t know about her and Seth, not until she knew for a fact they were together. Seth had called her his angel, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t change his mind before the night was out. Until they actually went on the date and spent the night together, which she hoped happened after the date, Liliya would not get her hopes up for anything else. Taking a deep breath, she stepped out of the women’s restroom and headed toward the Lilies dressing room, hoping Seth didn’t flake out on her.

Chapter 18

Instead of going back to the Shield locker room to get ready for his match, Dean made a detour and had to ask for directions to Jon Moxley’s. He had to get this over with and couldn’t prolong the inevitable. Every time he thought about what his mother said, it made Dean physically sick to his stomach. How could his family keep the fact he was one half of a set of twins and had a brother in the world away from him? Identical at that! Dean tried wrapping his mind around it and found he couldn’t, not without talking to Jon first. Something told him the man had answers he needed - that he somehow held the final piece to this bizarre puzzle he desperately tried piecing together.

That wasn’t all he wanted to talk to Jon Moxley about. There was another very important reason. Jecina Shaw, the beautiful caterer that managed to steal his heart and held it in the palm of her tiny hands. And she didn’t even know it. The main reason Dean held off telling Jecina how he really felt was he didn’t want to drag her into his family drama. He wanted everything to be smooth sailing with them because Dean only had one shot with Jecina and he refused to let his problems affect her. It was also the reason he hadn’t told her while he helped her cook, as much as he wanted to. Dean had to handle this on his own and rubbed his hands together, feeling his palms grow sweaty the closer he came to Jon’s dressing room. The less Jecina knew about this messed up situation, the better off she’d be and that included keeping Jon away from her.

Frankly, when Dean saw Jon and Jecina walk into catering earlier that day, he hadn’t felt that betrayed in his whole life. It was stupid to feel betrayed when Jecina wasn’t even his woman, but in his mind and heart she was. She was his completely, she just didn’t know it yet. Jon Moxley was worthless and scum, so why Jecina wanted to hang out with someone like that puzzled Dean. He was an outsider, how could she trust him? All Jon wanted from Jecina was to use her for sex, at least in Dean’s mind that’s what made the most sense. He didn’t know Jon at all, but Dean just had a feeling in the pit of his stomach that told him to keep his potential twin brother away from Jecina at all costs. Or maybe that feeling was nothing more than jealousy since Dean had never traveled with Jecina in the short amount of time he knew her. The bottom line was Jon had encroached on Dean’s territory and he planned on putting a screeching halt in whatever the man had planned for Jecina. She belonged to him, no one else.

A few minutes later, Dean found the door marked MOXLEY in bold print and shook his head, wondering what made him worthy of having his own dressing room. He hadn’t even been in the WWE a week and they were treating him as if he’d been there for years. What the hell? Pinching the bridge of his nose, Dean could already feel a headache developing and wondered if he was doing the right thing. Maybe waiting would be better given the circumstances, but at the same time Dean didn’t want this hovering over him. The sooner he got this conversation out of the way, the sooner he could move on from it and make Jecina his. Squaring his shoulders, Dean lifted his hand and tapped his knuckles against the door, his entire body tensing when he heard ‘come in’ filter through the door. This was it, there was no turning back now.

Jon Moxley had just finished getting ready for his first dark match, busy lacing up his wrestling boots, when he heard a knock on the door of his dressing room. Who the hell was disturbing him? His wrestling attire was simple black trunks that had EXPLICIT MOX VIOLENCE in huge white letters on the backside and in the right corner in the front it said MOX. Black kneepads, black tape around his wrists and black boots on his feet completed the ensemble. He was fresh out of the shower, so his wet hair hung down over his eyes, a simple silver choker chain around his neck. He didn’t look up as the door pushed open, not caring who it was because he had to stay focused on his match that night. Whoever it was could wait until he was finished getting ready or get lost.

“Moxley.”

Of course it would be Dean Ambrose, Jon thought snidely, rolling his eyes and kept going with his boots. “I’m busy.” He had a hard time looking at the man because it was like looking in a mirror and that wigged him out a little.

“Yeah so am I, but this can’t wait.” Dean grunted, letting the door shut behind him and grabbed a metal folding chair, setting it up in front of Jon. “We need to hash some things out, especially since we’re gonna be a tag team shortly.” He was using work as a diversion because he couldn’t come out and say what he really wanted in a blunt manner right off the bat.

Did they really have to do this now? Jon wanted to punch Dean in the throat for picking the worst possible time to talk about this. “What about it?” He demanded irritably, chewing on some tobacco since he couldn’t go outside f