Upside Down
Chapter 1
Just another
day.
Lavani stepped inside the Freedom Hall arena in Louisville, Kentucky in a faded
blue jean skirt with a black and blue open-shoulder top that had a V-shaped
neckline and hugged her curves nicely. Her raven hair currently had blue
streaks in it that matched the shirt and currently had it swept up on top of
her head, tendrils framing her face. It was hot in Kentucky, there was no
way she having her hair stick to her neck. Most arenas the WWF traveled
to didn't have great air conditioning so she had to keep herself cool the best
she could.
Flat out
refusing to wear sandals though, Lavani instead opted for simple tennis
shoes. She had them in every color and tonight she wore blue ones.
Lavani worked for the World Wrestling Federation (WWF) with the
McMahon-Helmsley Faction. She was their personal assistant/lackey of
sorts, but they did treat her with respect for the most part. Lavani
didn't take any grief, she'd worked for the company for the past two years,
since 1998.
It was now
the year 2000 and her two year anniversary had just recently passed, having
started shortly before WrestleMania in 1998. She loved her job for the
most part and put the boys in their places when they stepped out of line, which
her boss Vince McMahon appreciated. Tonight would be no different...or so
she thought.
Shane McMahon
was suddenly at her side, smiling down at her.
This was the golden era, the McMahon-Helmsley Era, and they were
referred to as either the McMahon-Helmsley Faction or sometimes M-H
Regime. Him, Hunter, Stephanie, Tori,
X-Pac, Billy Gunn, Road Dogg Jesse James, his father...and in a completely
off-TV way, Lavani.
“Blue is your
color.” He greeted with his ever-present charming smile, adjusting his
cufflinks and pretended he wasn't sweating down the back of his suit. This was one of those days when he wished he
could just show up in jeans and a t-shirt.
Because
Lavani wasn't an on-screen character and kept to the backstage area
exclusively, she didn't have to dress up unlike the others she worked for. “For
this week, yes.”
She smiled up
at Shane, carrying her purse -suitcase is what the rest of the Faction called
it due to how big it was- along with her case that had all of the paperwork for
the Faction in it. Airplane tickets, hotel reservations, car
rentals...important documents. Lavani changed her color every week, going
home for two days every week, which was on the weekends.
That gave her
time to change her wardrobe out for a new color. She was weird, Lavani
would be the first to admit it, but the streaks in her hair only changed every
six months. Since working for the WWF, she had red, purple, orange -that
was definitely a different experience- green and had recently changed them to blue
about a week ago.
“You boys
ready for tonight?”
Shane figured
Lavani had some mild form of obsessive-compulsive disorder –OCD- that pertained
directly to her attire. She was one of
the weirdest women he had ever met in that aspect. In the WWF, weirdness in attire was actually
considered normal.
“Of course.”
He scoffed, winking down at her before turning a corner and halting, opening
the dressing room door for her and bowed. “Ladies first.”
He was
considered a playboy, or man-whore, depending who asked, by some. However, Lavani was one of the
exceptions. He knew she was a gem
professional wise and he wasn't about to mess that up with unprofessional,
intimate relations.
“Kissing ass
this early, Shane-O? My, my I wonder what you did.” Lavani chortled,
stepping inside the room and greeted everyone. “So what did he do this time?”
“You totally missed it.” Billy stated, laughing. “This idiot decided to pull a
prank on Show.”
Lavani raised
a slow eyebrow, sitting down while pulling out some documents she had to have
Vince sign for approval. “Do I even wanna know?” She asked resignedly.
“Man it was
GREAT!” Sean ignored Shane's glare. “Tell her what you did, Shane-O! You
can't leave Lava outta the loop!”
Stephanie
merely rolled her eyes. “I think she might prefer to be left out of the loop,
X.”
“Now what fun
is that, Princess?”
Sometimes
Lavani wondered how the hell she'd put up with all of these morons for the past
two years. Shane cleared his throat,
looking a bit uncomfortable, and not entirely due to the stifling heat even
though their room had been outfitted with at least a million fans. He did have a bit of a...unprofessional,
immature streak and attributed it to the people he was running around with.
“Well, you
know the wardrobe department custom make all his trunks...” Shane began, making
sure the door was closed because so far, Show didn't realize it was a joke. “I
may have...been in that area the other night when they were washing some newly
made trunks...and shrunk them-”
“On purpose.” Jesse added, winking at the giggling Tori.
“So now, he may or may not think that he's growing...again...”
“The poor guy was practically in tears, Shane!”
“Just
remember when he finds out that you did it, don't come crying to us for
protection, Shane.” Hunter reminded, snorting while wrapping his hands in tape,
getting ready for possibly the biggest match of his career that night.
“I swear, I think I'm losing IQ points being around you guys...with the
exception of the women. Since you know, we actually THINK before we act.”
Lavani smirked when Stephanie and Tori started laughing, shrugging when she
received glares from all the men in the room. “I'm right and you know it, so
get those sour looks off your faces or I'll make sure you have to bunk together
again.”
“You wouldn't.”
“Of course she wouldn't!”
“Try me.” Lavani smiled sweetly, though it didn't reach her light brown eyes
that reminded most the color of toffee.
Billy
immediately threw his hands up, nodding. “Fine, fine we'll stop.” He REFUSED to
bunk with any of the guys again after what happened last time. “I refuse to
have another dick pressed against my ass.”
“HEY, it was a JOKE and it was a dildo!”
“Mr. McMahon, can you sign these for me please?”
Vince, who
had been rather quiet throughout all this, nodded and accepted the forms she
handed to him. For a very good reason,
he didn't want to suffer permanent brain damage by associating in some of these
conversations. Automatically he read
over them, a habit he had adopted early on, before signing.
“If he finds
out it was me, it was because someone TOLD him.” Shane said, still continuing
with Hunter.
“That dildo thing was just cold, Sean...” Jesse personally preferred staying in
motels, he'd take bedbugs over anal rape via his friends any day.
“I honestly don't understand why we continue hanging around you clowns.”
“No kidding...” Tori shook her head before smirking at Lavani. “It must because
we're well compensated for it, eh?”
“Pretty
much.”
Lavani
smirked right back at Tori, looking over the paperwork to make sure everything
was signed before placing them back in her bag. She would find a fax
machine and send them over to WWF headquarters once back at the hotel.
Lavani tuned them out after the dildo remark, keeping to herself mostly.
She was friendly, but wasn't afraid to speak her mind if necessary. Vince
had offered to put her on-screen several times, but Lavani declined, enjoying
being backstage and not in the madness part of the company.
“Okay I need
java badly, anyone want anything?” She announced, standing up, the pay-per-view
having already started a little over an hour ago.
“Just bring a pot back with some cups.” Stephanie suggested, knowing it would
be easier for Lavani to carry. “But I want a cappuccino, if they have a
machine.”
“Keep drinking that shit and it'll burn a hole in your stomach, Steph.” Lavani
winked before exiting the room, heading down the hallway toward the cafeteria.
“I'll go help
her.” Jesse volunteered, not about to stay for the second round of jokes that
were starting, wondering why Vince didn't say anything. The old man couldn't be very impressed by a
nightly 'dick joke' session. Poor old
geezer. “So, do you have an opinion on the iron man match? Because Sean, Billy, Shane and I have a
betting pool going.” He grinned when she just gave him a look. “I'll give you
some real good odds if you want to get in on it. So far, everyone is betting Rocky takes Trips
to the cleaners.” Mainly because...no one liked Hunter at the moment; he had
gone into prick mode to most people outside their little clique.
“I could care
less who wins that match, Jesse.”
Though
secretly, Lavani did hope that Hunter got his ass handed to him. But she
knew better than to voice her opinions when it came to Hunter, loving her job
far too much to lose it over him. He'd already had several people fired,
though they didn't contribute that much to the business. He had Stephanie
wrapped around his finger, which was dangerous in Lavani's opinion.
“And you do
realize if he heard you talking like this, you'd probably be out of the
Faction, right? So no thanks, I'll pass.”
“Nah, he'd
beat my ass, but then he'd have to beat Shane's, Billy's, and Sean's too,
that's a lot of asses to whip.” Jesse drawled thoughtfully. He was an easy-going, laid back kind of guy,
which sometimes got him in trouble, along with the fact that when he said
something. He usually didn't think in
terms of 'who is this going to piss off?’. “Besides, I'm the D-O-Double G baby,
I-”
“Need to shut the HELL up before I plant my B-double O-T up your annoying ass!”
It was always
nice to run into Rocky.
Lavani had to
bite her lip very hard not to start laughing and failed miserably, shaking her
head at The Rock. “I knew there was a reason I liked you, Dwayne.”
She smiled
when he simply cocked an eyebrow down at her, ignoring it. Lavani called
most of the guys by their birth names instead of their gimmicks. There
were just a few choice people on the roster she knew better than to cross,
Dwayne was definitely not one of them.
“Why don't
you gentleman stay here and have a chat while I go get my java?” She suggested,
slipping away and leaving Jesse to try to battle Dwayne verbally.
As much as
Lavani liked Jesse, he could be annoying like the rest and right now she just
needed a minute away from all the Faction.
“Wait there,
mama, you can't leave me with him, he hates me!”
“Everyone hates you.” Dwayne said flatly, having absolutely no love for anyone
in the McMahon-Helmsley Faction.
They had
taken their little 'idea for a storyline' and blew it out of proportion, mainly
thanks to Hunter. Everyone knew he was a
power hungry, egotistical jackass, who was definitely taking every advantage he
could right now. Dwayne knew without a
doubt if Hunter wasn’t screwing the boss’s daughter, he wouldn’t be getting the
push he was at the moment.
“My fans don't hate me...” Jesse argued.
Dwayne snorted at that.
“You don't have fans.” Mick Foley said as he passed by, carrying his own cup of
coffee. “Al Snow has more fans then you.”
“Call me mama
again and watch what happens, Dogg.”
Lavani shot back over her shoulder, along with a glare, wondering if the
man had a death wish.
She had all
control over where he slept at night. If the man was smart, he wouldn't
call her mama, like she asked him to several times. Lavani made it to the
cafeteria alone thankfully and headed straight for the coffee, noticing they
didn't have a cappuccino machine.
‘Poor Steph.’
She thought sarcastically, deciding to just get herself from java since nobody
else spoke up.
She would
simply tell Stephanie there wasn't a pot available to bring back to the
room. Stirring the creamer and sugar in her coffee, Lavani decided to
take a few more minutes to enjoy the silence that surrounded her. Silence
was golden and it didn't exist in the Faction.
“LavaBean!”
Silence was not to be hers, not tonight; it was a pay-per-view and everyone was
geared up. “You are looking, like, totally hot!”
“Totally, E, does this woman not reek of awesomeness?”
“Not as awesome as us, but almost!” Edge chirped, smiling evilly when Lavani
slowly turned around, knowing it drove her up a wall when they did this to her.
“Hi Lavani, how are you tonight?” He asked in his normal tone of voice, leaning
against his best friend and tag team partner. “Ah...one of those nights?”
“How do you know she's having one of those nights?”
“Her eyes are narrowed.”
Edge and
Christian, though Lavani knew them better as Adam and Jay, two men who had
befriended her when she first started in the company. They drove her
crazy a lot of the time, but for the most part she tolerated them. Not to
mention, she'd worked closely with them during a darker period in the WWF when
they were part of the Ministry of Darkness angle briefly. How those days
seemed so long ago. Lavani mostly worked with the McMahons, but during
that time, things were very hectic and sometimes she was assigned different
tasks every night.
“Yes it's one
of those nights where I really don't want to hear about reeking of awesomeness
or about dicks.” If she heard one more dick joke from the Faction, Lavani was
pretty sure she'd blow her head off. “So if you want to talk to me, do it as
your normal selves, please and thank you.”
“Gotcha
LavaBean.” Adam saluted her, then frowned. “Wait a second, rewind, I could have
sworn you just said-”
“Dick jokes? We do not make dick jokes,
that is one of the lowest levels of humor.”
“Right next to the pun.”
Jay took
position on one side of her while Adam took post on the other side, both men
wrapping arms around her. “They being their normal 'fun' selves?” He asked
sympathetically, 'they' being the people she sadly had to work with.
“When aren't
they?” Lavani retorted and took a sip of her java, sighing with relief.
“Caffeine is my best friend.”
“Hey! I thought we were your best friend?”
“Yeah, nobody can compare to E & C, LavaBean!”
“Did you seriously just try to rhyme?” Lavani couldn't help laughing when Jay
shrugged. “Well as much as I've enjoyed your company, I have to get back before
they send a search party out after me.”
“Okay but before you go, how bout we get together tonight after work?”
“We haven't went out in awhile and we miss you.” Adam leaned his head against
her shoulder, batting blue eyes at her. “Please?”
“I'll think about it. Ciao for now boys.” She winked, walking away from
them and headed back to the Faction's locker room reluctantly. In the
distance, Lavani could hear a rumble, wondering if a storm was brewing in
Kentucky. ‘Oh wow, I was gone that long?’ She wondered in thought when Hunter
and Stephanie stormed past her, along with Vince, everyone having their game
faces on. That meant it was the sixty minute Iron Man match against
Dwayne. ‘Go Rocky.’ She cheered in her head, stopping when she heard that
rumbling again and frowned.
That rumbling
was the man arriving, fully prepared to reclaim his yard. He had watched this joke of a faction slowly
take over and heard from various sources about the extreme inflate in egos and
backstage politics. He had decided it
was time to announce that he was back and one hundred percent in each and every
way. No one in the ring heard a thing
besides the fans screaming, the beating of their own hearts and the blood
rushing through their heads.
None of them
were expecting what was coming.
Chapter 2
Lavani sat in
the Faction's room doing paperwork and glanced up every now and then at the
monitor, enjoying an almost a full hour of quiet because the rest of the
Faction was waiting to ambush the ring if necessary. There was about a
minute left in the match when something caught Lavani's ear, raising an
eyebrow. It was the little girls again, there had been videos playing of
little girls saying 'He's Here' for a couple of weeks now, but nobody knew what
it was about. They were about to as a huge man on a motorcycle suddenly
roared down the ramp to the ring, gunning straight for the ring.
“MY GOD IT'S-IT'S THE UNDERTAKER!! HE'S GUNNIN' FOR MCMAHON, YOU GOTTA
BELIEVE, OR IS HE?”
King squealed
out, eyes wide. “YES!!”
“THE UNDERTAKER IS WHIPPIN' ASS!! THE
PHENOM - CHOKESLAM TO HELL!!” JR roared into his headset, completely unhinged
along with the rest of the crowd.
Lavani
couldn't believe it and looked up when the door suddenly tossed open, both Adam
and Jay standing there breathing heavily.
“HE'S BACK!!”
“TAKER'S BACK!! THAT'S TAKER!!”
Lavani hardly
recognized the man and wasn't happy when Hunter won the WWF title due to
Undertaker's return.
Hunter had
won the title, but ultimately, triumph was his because Taker was the one
standing tall in the ring while everyone else was nursing some sort of
injury. He hadn't spared anyone and that
was his way of putting the WWF, and these clowns scattered about him, on
notice. The Undertaker was back and he
was reclaiming what belonged to him.
“He looks-”
“Way
different. Vani, I do not pity you-”
“Right now, they are going to be PISSED!”
“Thanks for
pointing that out, guys.” She grunted, standing up from the chair, trying to
wrap her mind around this.
Lavani hadn't
worked closely with Undertaker, Vince always kept her at arm's length away from
him because the man fully lived his character. He'd been gone since
mid-1999, over a year. People thought the man had retired, only he stood
in the center of the ring currently, looking like someone in a motorcycle gang.
“You two need
to scram before they get here. I'll call you later.”
“Got it.”
“Gone.” They darted away.
“THAT SON OF A BITCH!!”
It was time
for Lavani to leave as well.
“Calm down,
Hunter, calm down!” Stephanie pleaded, though her voice was reaching the level
everyone referred to as screechy, which indicated she wasn't all that calm
herself. “Daddy, what was he doing here?!”
“Kicking our asses...”
“Shut up.”
“All of you! “
Vince had no
idea what Taker was doing there. They
had tentatively been discussing his return through phone calls, but nothing had
been concrete. While Judgment Day had
been tossed around a time or two, they sure as hell hadn't talked about
THIS.
The reason
why Vince hadn't made any final arrangements with Taker's return was due to the
fact that his wife, Linda McMahon, had taken care of it. Of course, Vince
didn't know that yet, but he would in due time. Sometimes, Linda just had
to do things behind her husband's back that was good for the company, like
resigning the Undertaker to a contract.
Lavani knew
to keep her mouth shut and not say a word when Vince's mood was foul like
this. Apparently, none of that was supposed to happen, but then again,
everyone jumped script a time or two around here. It wasn't
uncommon. She simply sat there while Hunter and Vince ranted about
Undertaker being back. She took that opportunity to sneak out of the
room, everyone too preoccupied with what just happened.
‘He got the
title, I don't understand why he's bitching so damn much.’ She thought,
completely annoyed and now had a headache.
Thanks to the
hallways being packed tighter than a room full of assholes, Lavani wound up
getting shuffled towards the ring entrance, which is where he was just coming
from. Having soaked up his return, Taker
was thoroughly enjoying being back in that ring. The rumbling of his motorcycle was everyone's
cue to get the hell out of his way or get ran over, though he did come to a
full stop when a woman, who was obviously having a rough night, was suddenly
right in front of him.
“Sorry Lavani!” Chris Jericho called out, having been the one to inadvertently
put her there.
Taker knew
her, the color-coding woman that Vince had tried to hide from him. He idly wondered if she was still working
directly for Vince and peered at her over the top of his sunglasses, a
predatory grin spreading across his lips.
If she was…well, he couldn’t have that now could he?
“Irvine...”
She growled in a mutter, knowing it was a really bad time to leave the
Faction's locker room, but Lavani couldn't handle hearing Stephanie's
screeching voice or Hunter complaining to Vince about having his ass
whooped.
Though right
now, Lavani was staring directly at the Undertaker, glad he hadn't ran her over
and still couldn't believe this was him. The last time she'd saw Taker,
he had an overgrown beard and straight black hair. This man before her
was completely different and actually incredibly attractive. Lavani
stepped to the side to let him through, having to hop up to sit on a trunk in
order to do so.
He inched the
bike forward, taking in the denim skirt she wore and his smirk just grew wider
when she visibly clamped her knees tightly together. His attention was drawn away for a moment
when he seen Shane McMahon's head poking out of a room, followed by the worm trying
to holler over the ruckus, his beady eyes on Lavani. She did work for them, still; nice to know
some things were the same as always.
Then Shane
spotted him, disappeared for a moment and the next person to come out was
Hunter, who seen Lavani, and then him sitting there and the man's face went
red. He made a split decision right then
and there, deciding to add icing to Hunter's shit-filled cake. Chris was not the only one who jumped out of
the way when the Titan revved after Taker plucked Lavani off the trunk and
right onto his lap, all eyes watching as he drove off down the hallway.
“Dude...that
was a hellacious return!”
It was a good
thing Lavani had a tight hold on her purse and bag with the paperwork or else
she'd have serious hell to pay. Though that was the FARTHEST thing from
her mind because she was currently trying to keep her denim skirt from flying
over her hips, thanks to Taker kidnapping her! Her big toffee eyes were
currently bugged out and Lavani could only cling to him so she didn't fall off
the Titan. Even if she wanted to yell or scream, it wouldn't have done
any good because of how loud the damn machine was.
She was
struggling to hold on to her precarious perch, her things, and her
skirt...Lavani could drop the crap, cling to him and say to hell with the skirt
for all he cared. As it was, he did free
one of her hands to guide to his shoulder.
Strictly for safety reasons. Once they had cleared the building and were
in the streets, he did a u-turn in front of traffic and cut right back into the
parking lot, never losing control of the motorcycle once. He idled to a halt again and cut the
ignition, looking down at her.
“Darlin', as
much as I love a woman with nails, I prefer them bein' used on me for different
reasons.” He drawled, prying her claws out of his skin.
“I'm sure you
do.” Lavani had to take several deep breaths because her heart felt as though
it was going to explode out of her chest. “Forgive me sir, but I wasn't exactly
expecting that to happen.” Lavani muttered, slowly pulling her hand away from
his shoulder, surprised her blue nails hadn't snapped from how hard she gripped
him. “Not to mention this was my very first time on a motorcycle.” She added,
flexing her hand a little and knew the Faction was NOT going to be happy about
this. Rumors would instantly start up and...Lavani suddenly felt her
headache increasing tenfold with what she knew was coming.
“You're first
time, eh?” Taker said slowly, his voice dripping with pure wickedness, a
seductive roll accenting the words. Most
women would be creaming their panties right about now, Lavani was in a very
coveted position. “Well why don't we get rid of this,” He reached for the bag
and purse, easily taking them from her and then leaned back to deposit them
safely in a saddlebag. “And I'll take you on a proper ride?”
Helmsley and
Vinnie were probably shitting bricks right about now and his green eyes were
reflecting the enjoyment the mere thought brought him behind the shades. Now Lavani was completely speechless and had
to look away from him, a nervous laughter escaping her. This was surreal,
Lavani had to be dreaming because this simply wasn't happening. He was
the Lord of Darkness, the man who had done wicked horrible things to people
both in and out of the ring.
Lavani could
remember back during the Ministry of Darkness days when he sacrificed Ryan
Shamrock, all to get to Stephanie McMahon. He was frightening back then
and the poor woman quit the company almost immediately afterwards. As far
as Lavani knew, Ryan needed serious therapy to get over what this man did to
her...and suddenly Lavani found her voice again.
“No thanks,
I'm good. You probably have better things to do and I don't want to keep
you from them.” That was about as polite as Lavani was getting, her ass
starting to hurt in this uncomfortable position.
“Nah, not
really, kind of you to offer. You better
hold on.” He advised, giving her just enough time to latch onto his neck,
before revving the engine, the roar sounding much louder than it actually was
in the somewhat underground parking lot.
Right before
pulling out, he did reach down and pressed gently on her back, indicating she
should scoot forward. Feeling her doing
so, her legs straddling his hips and that skirt wasn't doing her any favors. Sadly for him, it didn't matter before she
was so close to him that even if he did look down, he was only going to see her
hair.
“Hey! Come back!” Shane shouted, running
out just in time to see Taker leaving again, with Lavani hanging on for dear
life. “Oh...shit...”
“Did you find her?”
Shane simply
pointed.
‘I'M GOING TO
FUCKING DIE ON THIS THING!!’ Lavani's mind screamed, which didn't do anything
for her headache, burying her face in the man's chest.
This was NOT
a proper ride. Lavani could feel the wind whipping all around her,
knowing she was probably flashing everyone they passed and felt her cheeks grow
red with embarrassment. What part of 'no thanks, I'm good' did this man
not understand? Oh wait, Lavani remembered who she was in the clutches of
and suddenly pitied Ryan Shamrock. Whatever Taker wanted, he took and
right now he had Lavani, there wasn't anything she could do about it except to
hold on for dear life and hoped she survived.
If she
remembered anything about him, Lavani was probably expecting one of three
things, or a combination. One: he was
going to find a chapel, marry her, and attempt to use that for some sort of
power –That was total bullshit since she didn't HAVE power. Two: He was going to make her vanish off the
face of the earth only to emerge with her brains addled and completely devoted
to him -Midian, for example. Three: He
was going to kill her. Taker had yet to
kill anyone, not for lack of trying however.
“Relax!”
Taker called down at her, making himself heard and felt her mouthing something
against his chest that probably wasn't very nice.
“Easy for you
to say.” Is what she said against his chest, though he didn't hear it and
Lavani was thankful for that.
She did
however loosen her grip just a little and slowly opened her eyes, willing
herself to just look up for a second. It was a good thing her hair was
pinned up on top of her head or else it would be whipping around both of them
by now, blocking his vision. Lavani noticed for the first time he smelled
incredible, a mixture of leather, gasoline and sandalwood. However, she
kept a firm grip on him, nails digging a little into his leather trench coat he
currently wore.
The man was
nuts, it was hotter than hell outside!
Deciding he
would save a longer trip for later, Taker took the roundabout way to the hotel
he knew they -he meant her and her...group- were staying at. A place that reeked of money, snobs
and...that was the new custom-built bus they tended to travel in a lot. It would have to be destroyed, but Taker
would get to that at a later date, slowly looking down at the woman currently
in his lap.
“You can look
up now.” He said, having noted her peeking once before earlier before hiding
her face again. “I'm assumin' you're stayin' here?” He was renting a room for
the night over a bar, having every intention of celebrating his return and idly
wondered how opposed she'd be to joining him.
The company of an attractive woman, who was currently all but straddling
him, not unappealing.
Lavani shook
her head, flat out refusing to stay at the same hotels as the Faction and even
went so far as to rent her own car when they had to drive. She didn't
like the DX bus that was full of obnoxious men, dick jokes that were lame and a
whining Stephanie who was constantly complaining about something or
another. No thanks, she'd pass.
“I uh
actually had a rental car at the arena and was going to drive to the next
destination for Smackdown!.” They really had to get out of there before the
Faction noticed them; Lavani didn't need any more problems than what she had
currently.
“Yeah,
because I see myself takin' you back to the arena tonight.” He snorted, knowing
damn well she could call herself a cab or something. “Tell ya what, Lavani,”
Taker smirked when her eyes widened, as if he wouldn't remember her name? He knew everyone who worked for the WWF and
if he didn't know them, he'd remedy that damn quickly. “Why don't you come have
a drink or two with me, and then we can discuss your travel arrangements.”
To anyone who
would go 'what the hell?', he had a very simple answer that came in two
parts. She was unofficially associated
with the largest group of egomaniacs and she was attractive. It was a double win for him.
First he
abducted her from the arena and now he wanted her to go have a drink with
him?
This man had
lost his mind and Lavani couldn't believe he actually remembered her.
He'd barely said two words to her the whole time she'd worked for the company
and now he wanted to talk. Lavani's head was spinning slightly, figuring
she really had no other choice because he wasn't taking her back to the arena.
“Okay.”
Lavani had lost her mind officially actually agreeing to this. “But my clothes
are in my rental car so you're gonna have to eventually take me back. And
can I please adjust my skirt so I'm not flashing my shit all over the place?”
“Eventually
and, no, you're not flashing anything.” Taker said, looking down pointedly, not
missing the sudden infusion of color in her cheeks and bit back a grin. “Your
ass is covered...” He leaned over her shoulder to double check, tugging her
skirt down just a bit more, now it was covered. “And everything else,” His
voice dropped several octaves again, unable to help himself, he honestly
couldn't. “Is right against me, where no one is going to see a thing.”
“Hey, they're here, look!”
“Time to go.”
Chapter 3
Lavani
groaned against his chest when she heard Stephanie's shrill, mentally cursing
violently. Now that drink Taker offered suddenly sounded really good,
Lavani would need several after the night she had. She was going to kill
Chris for shoving her right in Taker's path. Two years of scarceness and
finally he'd gotten to her, Lavani figured he wouldn't even know who she was or
recognize her for that matter.
When they
stopped outside of a bar, Lavani finally looked up again, releasing Taker only
after he shut the Titan off. She blinked when he lifted her by the waist
and placed her on her feet, her legs trembling so violently, Lavani had to lean
against the building so she didn't collapse. Being that was her first
time on a motorcycle, of course there would be some after effects as Taker
slowly dismounted, standing in front of her.
“You do
realize it's not exactly winter weather outside, right?” Lavani gestured to his
leather trench, raising an eyebrow.
She was great
for giving him openings, it was like she was purposefully fueling him with
ammunition. “Darlin',” He began shrugging off the coat, wearing just that
sleeveless denim shirt beneath it and folded the coat over his arm. “If you
wanted to get me outta my clothes, all you had to do was ask.” At the
expression on her face, Taker began laughing, taking Lavani by the hand and led
her up the stairs that went to the few rooms over the bar. “Let me put this in
here...” He unlocked the door and stepped inside long enough to toss the trench
coat onto the bed before turning to her. “How about that drink?”
“I don't...”
There really was no point in trying to defend herself, merely nodding. “Sure,
lead the way.”
So he was
staying here instead of a hotel, that was definitely surprising. Lavani
followed him down the hallway, looking around and didn't pull away when he
grabbed her hand again. Was there really a point in fighting a six foot
ten, three hundred plus pounder? Nope, Lavani liked her head where it
was, on her shoulders. They arrived at the bar and Taker lead her to a
booth, slipping into it after pulling her skirt down so it didn't ride up
again.
Taker wasn't
giving serious thought to his actions or how she might be viewing them. He was naturally a domineering type of
person, so taking her by the hand when they walked didn't strike him as
anything out of the ordinary. He didn't
mean her any harm, or he would have done something by now. He just wanted a drink, with her, and also
knew that the fact that he had her was driving the McMahon-Helmsley Faction out
of their already jumbled minds.
Returned, kicked ass, and took off with the boss’s assistant: That was a
well done night.
“What're you
drinkin'?” Taker asked after gesturing the waitress over.
“A beer is
fine...” When he just arched a brow at her, Lavani had a feeling he was talking
about straight liquor. “Alright fine, wine is out of the question too so Jack
on the rocks.” She requested, looking around the bar and had to admit it had a
certain redneck feel to it.
That's what
Taker suddenly reminded her of: A redneck biker. He'd completely changed,
she couldn't get over the extremity of it all. Never in a million years
did Lavani think or fathom she would be in a bar with the Undertaker of all
people having a drink or two.
“My kinda
woman. Honey,” Taker directed that at
the waitress, setting his sunglasses on the table off to the side. “Why don't
you just bring us two glasses of ice, a couple beers for a chaser and a bottle,
hmm?”
“Yes, sir, anything else?” The waitress asked, a bit breathlessly as she stared
into his eyes, not even bothering to write any of that down.
“Good question...Lavani, sweetheart, ya want anything?” He purposefully
stressed sweetheart, hoping that discouraged the waitress, who was now getting
that 'I know this man' look.
“A basket of
peanuts.”
Most bars had
those, right? It would be better than having straight liquor on her stomach.
Lavani could drink, but didn't do it often enough, smiling sweetly at the
waitress who walked away to grab their order.
“It's been
awhile, so bear with me.” She said quietly, waiting for her peanuts and the
bottle with their chasers, before taking a swig of her longneck, while Taker
poured them each a shot. What the hell was she supposed to say to this
man other than 'welcome back'?
This was
awkward as hell; Lavani didn't know Taker and he didn't know her.
“So...Lavani,”
He began after sliding the full glass of whiskey her way, watching the amber
liquid slop just a little bit over the sides of the glass. “How have you been?”
Taker knew she probably thought he was fucking with her since their contact
back in the day had been...limited by Vince and by the fact that he did have
other people to focus on, other lives to ruin. “More specifically, how in the
hell do ya manage to work with those assholes?” He knocked back a neat shot
from his own glass, eyeing the beer contemplatively before using it to chase
the whiskey down.
“Never
better, business as usual. And why would I not work for the McMahon
assholes? I've been doing it for over two years now...”
Wow, had
really been only two years? Lavani felt like it'd been decades,
especially lately with the Faction. She knocked back her own shot, the
burning liquid causing her to cough just a little because it'd been awhile
since she had Jack Daniels.
“You
look...rested.” That was probably not the word for her to use, but Lavani
wasn't about to give the man more ammo.
“Don't you
mean less satanic and insane?” He countered with a knowing gleam in his eye,
shrugging his massive shoulders. “Taking a breather and recharging the
batteries can do wonders for a person, you should try it sometime.” Taker
studied the stripes in her hair, remembering she had originally had red streaks
and then purple. And she was still
color-coordinating her clothes. “Still OCD then?”
That caught
her off guard.
“OCD?” When
he pointed to her hair, Lavani cottoned on and chuckled, shrugging. “I wouldn't
exactly call it that, I just like being color coordinated. Been that way
my whole life, don't know where I got it from because most of my family can't
match colors to save their lives.” She downed another shot with him following
her chaser beer. “And no, I wasn't thinking that about you actually. I'm
sure you're still the same man you were back then, only now you have a
different style. Clothes don't change the man and neither does hair dye.”
She cracked open a peanut and popped it in her mouth.
“Hence the
reason I asked about you still havin' OCD.” He drawled, knowing she had pegged
the nail right on the head.
Taker was
still evil; he just didn't dress like Satan anymore. He was Mark with the volume cranked up and
this time around, he wasn't intent on controlling the WWF because, quite
frankly, that was a headache he no longer desired. Now he was back to just kick some ass, maybe
acquire some gold, and remind people that there was a reason he had been and
was still the most feared entity in the World Wrestling Federation.
“Right.”
Lavani didn't
think she had OCD just because she enjoyed color coordinating, but that was on
him and anyone else who thought that about her. She wasn't out to impress
people and get their approval. If people didn't like her, then they could
go to hell for all she cared. Reaching up, Lavani decided to take her
hair down and let it pool around her shoulders and down her back in loose curls
and waves before downing another shot.
“So,
darlin'...” He began, stretching his legs out comfortably underneath the table,
mindful not to kick her; though his denim clad leg did brush against hers and
then drained the remaining half of his glass.
It took quite a bit to get a man his size intoxicated and that would
have been without the years of drinking under his belt. He normally did not get drunk unless he was
purposefully trying too. “Tell me why in the hell you're still workin'
backstage and not in front of the camera?” Taker had, in a very evil manner,
once mentioned something to Vince about using her in a segment during the
Ministry days.
Vince hadn't
taken very well to that at all.
“I prefer to
stay in the back and not get wrapped up in the on-screen drama.” Another shot
down, Lavani was starting to get a little buzzed and felt more relaxed, leaning
back against the booth. “Vince has tried getting me on television for the past
two years, but it's just not something I'm interested in.” Lavani refused to be
one of the Diva bimbos who went out to the ring and had 'blink and miss it'
matches or flashed their assets for the crowd's enjoyment. She had more
morals than that, not to mention dignity. “Now I'm going to answer your next
question and that is, why do I work for the McMahons still? Simple
really, they don't screw with me often, just incredibly annoying, but I
actually enjoy setting shit up for them and I get paid decently for it.”
Though with
the Faction these days, Lavani was contemplating either quitting or trying to
find a different job within the company because she wasn't sure how much more
she could stand of Hunter's cockiness.
Considering the change in the McMahons, namely Princess Stephanie who
had gone from quiet and shy to a harpy bitch with looser morals then the
Godfather, as well as Hunter's ever-increasing ego...and the juveniles of
DX. The New Age Outlaws, that little
fucking idiot Waltman...Taker was mildly surprised she hadn't lost her
mind. When Lavani said 'paid decently'
that must have been code for 'they pay me a LOT to put up with this crap'. There was only one McMahon he would deal with
these days and, even then, there was no trust in the relationship.
“You sound
borin'.” Taker teased, purposefully baiting her just to see what she would do,
or say, refilling his glass.
“Thank you, I
take that as a compliment.”
She smiled
while popping another peanut, playing absentmindedly with the shells.
Lavani didn't take offense to anything Taker said because, honestly, he was
entitled to his opinions. She was a boring woman. She went to work
and slept, never going out.
Adam and Jay
had gotten her out maybe a grand total of five times during her two year tenure
with the company. Other than that, Lavani played it safe, refusing to
jeopardize her job...until now. With every passing second she sat there
drinking with Taker, Lavani knew she was more than likely flushing her job down
the toilet, but somehow it didn't bother her as much as it probably should've.
Either there
was a chance for progress to be made or she really was a boring person who
admitted it. Taker wasn't sure which
yet, though... “So this has got to be the highlight of your year then.” He
said, gesturing for four more beers before leaning across the table and topping
off her glass. Taker figured a few more
drinks in her and she was going to be in no condition to ride. Idly, he reached up to scratch the scruff on
his chin. “Why take it as a compliment though?
Don't you ever feel like...” He eyed her loose hair, pausing for a
moment. “Lettin' your hair down? Havin'
some fun? Raising some hell?”
“Apparently
not as much as you do.” Lavani retorted and looked at her glass, wondering idly
if Taker was purposefully trying to get her drunk. “And no, being abducted is
not a highlight.” He basically kidnapped her, even though he was willing to
drop her off at the hotel the Faction was staying at. “Though I do owe you a
thank you for taking me away from those idiots and their bantering. You
really pissed off the Faction tonight with your return. It was enjoyable
to watch...up until Hunter won the match. Now his ego is going to get
even bigger.”
Now Hunter
winning hadn't been something he had been planning on, but...sometimes one had
to break a few eggs to make an omelet.
And she was confusing. First, he
abducted her, but then she was supposing she should thank him? The woman was bi-polar and apparently did not
realize she was in a position many women would give their eyeteeth to be
in. However, since he wasn't Hunter,
Taker didn't let his ego take offense, more amused than anything.
“I'm sure
it's deflated by now, his win meant jack shit because he didn't do it on his
own...not to mention, I 'abducted' one of his own.”
“One of his
own?” Now Lavani looked disgusted and shook her head, her stomach actually
clenching. “Let's get one thing straight,” If Taker was trying to make her tick
or figure out what made her angry, that was it as fire erupted in her normally
toffee colored eyes. “I am and will NEVER be one of 'them'. I make their
arrangements for hotels, cars, plane tickets and whatever else company
related. I'm not part of the Faction.” And she never would be as Lavani
downed whatever was left in her glass, trying to take the edge off.
Lavani had
just downed a lot of whiskey because he had not too long ago topped that glass
off and one auburn eyebrow raised as he watched her swallowing it down.
“Darlin', hate to say it, but it sounds like you work for and, by extension,
with them.” Taker could almost see the steam coming out of her ears at this
point. “Whether you like it or not, I guaran-damn-tee that Aitch thinks of you
as one of his own.”
“He can think
whatever the hell he wants, doesn't mean it's true.” Wow her head was really
spinning after downing that liquor and Lavani had to lean back a little, her
buzz increased tenfold to almost border-lining drunk. “I wouldn't piss on that
mother fucker if he was on fire. I'd just throw more gasoline on him.”
She despised Hunter and it showed, the man had grated on her nerves for months,
but she hadn't been able to vent to anyone about it...until now. “That is
precisely why I will never go on television because then I would be construed
as one of them and that's never going to happen. I leave when I want and
I don't travel with them, I show up when I'm supposed to, do my job and get two
days off a week to go home. If I was one of them, I wouldn't be able to
have those luxuries.”
She was
definitely a spitfire when she had...a lot of shots in her and he refilled her
glass once more, watching in amusement as she snatched it up, polishing off his
own before emptying the rest of the bottle in it. “See now darlin', you need to
think outside the box.” He said with a slight smile. “You might be mistaken for
one of 'em, but...that's when you do what they do: totally fuck up the
principal of 'storyline' and jump ship elsewhere. But...if you like runnin' their schedules and
handlin' the paperwork for them, that's on you.” He shrugged a massive
shoulder. No, she was definitely not in any condition to ride. “Is it just
because of his ego or is there another reason ya don't care for Hunter?”
“He thinks
the world revolves around him and the sun shines out of his ass. I got
news for him, it doesn't. He's not the best in the business as much as he
claims he is. He annoys the hell out of me and has absolutely no respect
for anyone else and now that he's married to the princess, he's on a huge power
trip...” Then what Taker said to her slowly sank in, Lavani stopping her
ranting about Hunter to raise an eyebrow. “Wait what? Jump ship?
Fuck their storyline up? Taker, I'm not part of the show.” Lavani
reminded him, not fully understanding and didn't down the liquor as quickly as
she had before, her blood slowly simmering for the time being. So
instead, she opted for the chaser, cracking open another peanut.
“It was just
a comment, darlin'. You said you'd never
go onto television because of being portrayed as one of them.” Taker reminded
her, watching her add the shell to the growing pile right in front of her, idly
wondering if she color coded her clothes in her closet. That was definitely a random thought. “If you
were part of the show...that would be my suggestion. But like you said, you're not.” He stood up,
stretching his arms over his head, attracting the attention of the waitress
without even trying though it was convenient since he was ready to go. “Bottle
to go.” He instructed, slipping her a bill before eyeing Lavani. “Come on, get
up. Think you can walk?”
Lavani
nodded, still not understanding why he would bring that up and decided not to
question it because her head currently felt heavy. When he wrapped an arm
around her waist to steady her, Lavani was thankful because she would've probably
fallen flat on her face. She leaned against him and let him guide her
toward the stairs that lead up to his room.
Chapter 4
They arrived
inside the place he was staying at over the bar and Taker guided Lavani to the
bed, making her sit down, only she fell back staring up at the ceiling. “Too
many cracks.” She said randomly, feeling a little better now that she wasn't
sitting upright, trying to get her buzz to go down a little.
“The Ritz it
is not.” Taker said dryly, glancing over his shoulder at her as he unbuttoned
his denim shirt.
While not his
original intention, her getting drunk and unable to ride did work out quite
well. It'd be like grinding glass in
certain faces, reminding them that not everyone was subject to the rules they had
established. No, everyone was subject to
HIS rules and he was going to make that known.
Lavani had
just become an interesting piece in a game that was only beginning. He disappeared into the bathroom long enough
to handle business, wash his hands.
Returning with a paper cup of water, Taker sat down on the edge of the
bed and offered it to her.
“Drink up,
it'll help with the hangover you’re going to have.”
“I didn't
drink that much.” Lavani looked up at him almost upside down with a smile,
raven blue streaked hair surrounding her haphazardly. She did take the
cup of water and sat up slowly, sucking it down in a few huge gulps. “Okay
maybe I drank a little too much, but that's nothing a cold shower won't fix.”
Then she frowned, groaning as she ran a hand down her face. “And I can't take
one because my clothes are back at the arena in my rental...” That was just
fantastic, Lavani thought humorlessly, and went back to staring up at him.
“Sure you
can, you have options.” Taker said, green eyes gleaming wickedly. “You can
either borrow one of my shirts or...go naked.” Now that was a delicious thought
and, for the life of him, he could not keep himself from wondering if she had
dyed the carpet to match the drapes, snorting at himself in amusement. “Personally
darlin', I like option two, but...if not, I'm sure I got somethin'
that'll....cover ya up, mostly.”
“Typical
male.” Lavani grumbled and rolled to where she could sit up on the bed, staring
at him with unreadable eyes. “If you've gotta shirt, I'd appreciate it.”
She wasn't
even asking to use his shower, simply heading slowly in that direction.
Lavani wasn't ashamed of her body, she worked hard to maintain it, especially
since she ate a lot of junk while on the road. Once home, she cooked,
slept and cleaned; two days wasn't that long to do much of anything else.
Not bothering
to muffle or attempt to squash his laughter, Taker went to retrieve his bag,
rifling around in it until he found a shirt at the bottom. It was too small for him after an unfortunate
incident involving him, a washing machine, and the wrong cycle. It was an old shirt, but in good condition,
and was a prototype that had never gone into production: It bore his symbol on
it with Embrace the Darkness on the
back in a dark purple, gothic script.
Walking over to the bathroom, he stepped in and held it out to her.
“Here, this
should...fit...”
“Oh thanks.”
Lavani took it from him, standing there in just a towel that she'd snagged from
the rack and was bent over trying to get the right temperature for her shower.
“There we go. This is going to suck at first, but it'll also feel good
with how hot it's been today.” She said more to herself, not caring if he stood
in the doorway, but was mindful of it.
So she
stepped inside the shower and pulled the curtain closed before taking the towel
off, dropping it to the floor and hissed as the cold water came in contact with
her skin, enveloping her. After a
moment, he left her to it, knowing she'd have to use the 'complimentary'
bottles of shampoo and conditioner left by the proprietor, unless she asked to
use HIS, which were in his bag. The
complimentary bottles of shampoo and conditioner sucked, but they would have to
suffice.
It took him a
moment because...she had been bent over, in a towel -a short, dingy towel at
that; like he had said, this wasn't the Ritz- and had given him a view he was
never going to forget. If Taker had been
any other man, with lesser control over himself, he would have joined her in
that shower. As it was, he walked back
out into the bedroom, discarding the shirt completely and reached down to
adjust his sudden problem. Lavani stayed
under the sprays until she was chilled to the bone and sobered up for the most
part, suddenly tired. Turning the sprays off about an hour later, Lavani
finally stepped out and picked up the dingy towel, towel drying her hair and
then body before grabbing the shirt Taker gave her to wear.
‘Embrace the
Darkness...’ She read, raising an eyebrow and shrugged before slipping it on
after her bra and panties.
The shirt
went to her mid-thigh and covered all of her vital parts so Lavani was
satisfied. She walked out, no longer stumbling, her hair hanging down her
back in knots and knew they would be a bitch to get out once she retrieved her
toiletries tomorrow. In a rare act of
being a gentlemen, as well as not stingy -he was when it came to some of his
stuff-, Taker had set out a hairbrush after cleaning it off and a bottle of
detangle on the bed. While she had been
in the shower, he had gone downstairs to use the bar's bathroom to clean up,
coming back up and changed out of his jeans into a pair of black sweat pants
that had been cut off at the knee. The
material clung to his muscular thighs like a second skin, foregoing the shirt,
his auburn hair brushed and hanging down over his shoulders.
“Feel
better?” Taker asked, sitting on the bed with his back to the wall, the TV on
to the one local station it pulled in, volume muted.
“Much, thank
you.”
Her toffee
eyes landed on the brush and detangle, not believing how thoughtful the
Undertaker was. It could all be a mind game on his part, but Lavani
wasn't going to look a gift in the horse's mouth. She padded over and sat
on the bed beside him, beginning the task of brushing her hair out after
spraying it down with the detangle substance. Surprisingly, it worked and
wasn't as bad as she thought, wincing just a few times. She sat Indian
style, the shirt stretched over her knees and slowly stopped brushing when he looked
down at her, feeling her temperature rise slightly.
“What?”
“Just
watchin' you, that's allowed, right?”
Taker
wondered if she had given any thought to the fact that they were going to have
to share this king sized, lumpy bed, for a variety of reasons. One: There was no couch, just a chair and a
small table. Two: The floor was made of
uneven wood, very uncomfortable. Three:
There was only two pillows, a sheet and the faded comforter.
He really
hoped she liked snuggling because he knew he had a habit of using whoever was
in bed with him as a body pillow. Lavani
had thought about having to share a bed with Taker, not really bothered by
it. She doubted he was the type to rape a woman, hell the man was
gorgeous and could have anyone he wanted. She was plain besides her color
coordinating OCD problem and boring.
“Sure,
whatever floats your boat, Taker.” She went back to brushing her hair and
finally finished, taking her hair out and depositing the ball into the
trashcan, setting the detangle substance on the nightstand that was on her
side. “So I know we have to share the bed tonight, all I ask is that you try
not to crush me.” Lavani flashed him a warm smile before pulling the sheet over
her, taking one of the pillows and settled in.
“No promises.”
He murmured, rolling to his feet to shut off the light, the open windows
without curtains allowing the light from the orange illuminated lamps outside
to shine into the room and then shut off the TV before sliding into the bed. Feeling it dipping dangerously under his
weight, Taker began chuckling when she involuntarily wound up rolling towards
him. “But you gotta promise not to crush me either, Lavani.” He whispered in
her ear before gently nudging her back over to her side of the bed, slipping
under the sheet.
“I don't
think that'll be possible considering you outweigh me at least one hundred and
fifty pounds.” Lavani whispered in a retort, waiting for him to get adjusted in
the bed before finally sinking down against her pillow, laying on her side facing
him.
If somebody
would've told her she'd be sharing a bed with the Undertaker a year ago, Lavani
would've laughed at them and thought they were nuts. But here she was and
Lavani still wasn't sure if it was a dream or not, sighing contently. She actually seemed pretty comfortable with
him given the circumstances -even for him, that was damn weird. He had taken women to his bed before, after
knowing them for only hours, but that was with the understanding that sex was
in the cards.
Taker had sort
of known Lavani for three years and never been this close to her, due to
other's fears of what he might do to her.
For a brief moment, several deliciously evil ideas flickered through his
mind, but he dismissed them. At the
moment, he saw no need to employ any of them; this was enough and it would
definitely be interesting tomorrow when she eventually was caught up by the
McMahon-Helmsley Faction.
“Comfortable?”
“Yeah, are
you?” When he shrugged, Lavani propped her elbow up to rest her head in her
hand, staring at him thoughtfully. “You're probably wondering why I'm not
running away from you in the opposite direction. And the truth is, I
don't have a clue. I guess I figure there's no reason not to, you've
never done anything to me directly.” Though he had caused Ryan Shamrock a lot
of trauma and turmoil, but that was over a year ago. This was here and
now. “Or maybe I'm not even close to what you're thinking.”
“No, not
really.” Taker agreed, mimicking her and propping himself up on his elbow,
resting his head in his hand and returned her stare. “At first I figured you
were pretty good and toasted so you didn't have much of a choice, you seem
fairly sober now.” Not that she had much of a choice. The bar was closing, his
cell phone wasn't receiving signal, the pay phone outside was broken and he
doubted she was about to walk the city streets at this hour. “So, Lavani,
knowing everything you do about me, you're not scared at all?” He asked, his
voice dropping an octave, wondering if she was genuinely brave, crazy or an
idiot.
“Nope, no
reason to be.”
She slowly
lowered her head back on the pillow, staring up at him and suddenly remembered
the beard he used to sport. He looked so much better with just the
goatee, remembering back when she first started in 1998. He used to sport
a tear drop under his eye, for some reason Lavani found it incredibly
sexy. Of course she'd never tell him that, the man probably already knew
how sexy he was and didn't need his ego blown up.
“Should I be
afraid of you?”
Taker
considered that, reaching out to run his fingers up the sheet along her side
before pulling away. “Probably.” He admitted finally. “Don't ever think for a
moment that just because I look different, that I am different, Lavani.” He was
being serious, giving her one, fair warning. “I'm the same man I was before; I
just have different goals this time as well as different ways of obtainin'
them.”
“And that's
supposed to scare me?” Lavani retorted, arching a brow. “I don't care if you're
going after the McMahons again. Hell, I hope you knock them down a peg or
three. I told you downstairs, different style and hair dye doesn't change
who a person is.”
Taker could
give her as many warnings as he wanted, what the hell was he going to use her
for? Vince wouldn't care about her enough to give Taker anything and he
hadn't tried seducing her. Lavani didn't feel that sense of danger and,
until she did, there was no reason to fear this man. That was her logic
and she was sticking to it.
At that, he
began laughing and leaned over to kiss the top of her head. “You do amuse me,
darlin'.” He chuckled, not bothering to clarify that he hadn't been trying to
scare her so much as give her a onetime only word of warning, just so if he did
decide to somehow use her, she would be expecting it. Settling back down, he lay flat on his back
and folded his hands beneath his head, staring at the ceiling. “You were right,
there are a lot of cracks.”
“Told ya.”
Lavani yawned
loudly and snuggled further into her pillow, the exhaustion taking over every
part of her now that she was fully relaxed. Granted, she hadn't ate
anything and would probably regret that in the morning, but Lavani wasn't
worried about it right now. Though she
felt him begin to finger her hair, Lavani didn't tense or move, knowing somehow
deep down he wouldn't hurt her. And she wouldn't give him a reason to
either.
“Sweet
dreams, Taker.” She whispered, closing her eyes and let the sleep consume
her.
Chapter 5
When Taker
woke up in the morning, he was not surprised in the least to find out that his
prediction of using her as a body pillow had come true. She was lying with her face in his bare
chest, one arm pinned to the mattress and the other with her hand curled
against his shoulder. He had wrapped
both his arms around her, pinning her in place, and one leg was slipped between
hers, his thigh pressing right up against her intimately.
Lavani
stirred a little against him, a soft moan escaping her and couldn't remember
the last time she'd been this warm. She rubbed her nose against his chest
without realizing it and snuggled further against him, not ready to get up
yet. Suddenly, her eyes snapped open when she heard a grunt and popped her
head up, staring into the amused eyes of the Undertaker. It took her a
few seconds to remember what happened and felt her cheeks flushing, slowly
slipping her hand from his shoulder.
“Morning.”
She murmured, letting out a long yawn, his arms never moving from around her.
“Mornin'.”
Taker returned, his voice a low, husky drawl, still inflected with sleep.
He was too
comfortable to move and Taker was sure once he did, she was going to feel the
issue he, along with the rest of the world's male population, sported each and
every morning. Made doubly worse by the
fact that he was comfortable with her all pressed against him like this.
“Sleep well,
darlin'?” She must've because she looked quite refreshed and those blue streaks
were tousled in with the rest of her hair, reflecting the light that came in
through the window.
“Better than
I have in quite some time.” She admitted openly, knowing that would probably
increase his already inflated ego, but it was also the truth. “Did you?” When
he nodded and began running his fingertips up and down her shirt covered back,
Lavani just sank back down on the pillow, resting her hand on his side over the
sheet while the other one couldn't be moved. “What time is it?”
“No idea, but
I don't think we're in any hurry.” Taker murmured softly, huskily.
Figuring
since she was probably already going to be in trouble with Hunter, lingering
wasn't really going to be much of an issue.
Of course, it wasn't Hunter she answered too but Vince, who would
probably think she was going to be faxing her resignation after a night with
the Undertaker. That brought a wicked
smirk to his lips.
“So I've been
thinking about what you said last night.” Lavani reluctantly extracted herself
from his arms to sit up, her back against the headboard, having felt his
morning issue, but didn't say anything about it. “I can't get it out of my head
about what you said regarding jumping ship and screwing up their
storyline. What did you mean by that? Jumping ship would be working
for someone else obviously...”
“Obviously,
unless you think you could survive on your own.” He said, knowing she would
reach the same conclusion he already knew.
She would not
be able to survive on her own. If Vince
didn't take offense, then Hunter and Stephanie most certainly would. Lavani would become an outcast and a target,
unless she was with someone powerful enough to protect her. Someone like, oh say...him.
“You givin'
some thought to a change in the job description, Vani?”
“Well, that
depends,” Lavani studied him for a few moments and bit her bottom lip, knowing
there was no turning back now that she'd brought this up. “Was that your subtle
way of offering to be my new change? Or were you simply telling me that
since I'm not happy with the Faction?” There had to be a reason he brought it
up and if he was offering his services for her to change jobs, Lavani was
thinking about doing it.
“It was my
subtle way of offering you a change of pace.” Taker said, which it hadn't been.
It had been a
subtle encouragement that she should seek a change of pace, mostly because he
was about to tear apart that little group and she didn't deserve to get caught
up in it. However, if she hadn't
listened to him, then a casualty she would be.
But now, with this interesting new development, he seen a lot of
potential for...entertainment, as well as the fact that he genuinely liked the
woman, even if she was a bit odd.
“Okay then,
I'm in.”
Lavani could
never face the Faction again after her abduction and she needed a new change of
pace honestly. It would be nice not to hear constant dick jokes and about
Hunter's ego. Taker seemed like the type of man who would give her space
when she needed it, not constantly be up her ass and agree to her terms as far
as going home two days a week like she had with McMahon. When Taker just
stared at her, Lavani merely smiled and slid from the bed, heading into the
small kitchen area that the room had. He
lay back down and watched as she located the small, sample sized jar of coffee.
“No decaf.”
He called, smirking when she simply shot him a 'duh' look before rolling out of
bed as well, knowing they were up for the day.
Yawning, he
stretched before scratching his stomach and looking down at himself, rolling his
eyes. Taker padded to the bathroom to
handle morning business and hopefully the issue would resolve itself as it
usually did. With Lavani working with
him now...things were definitely about to pick up and he couldn't imagine a
more enjoyable, interesting return.
Lavani had
officially lost her mind.
Agreeing to
actually turn her back on the Faction to work for the Undertaker, had Lavani
completely lost all sense of reality? No she was just tired of the
Faction's crap and needed a new change. If Vince wanted to fire her, she
would just get a contract from Linda McMahon, who was very fond of her and knew
her work abilities. When Taker walked out of the bathroom, Lavani walked
over with a chipped mug full of black coffee, handing it to him.
“You're going
to have to fill me on everything that you want and need done.”
“Same thing
as those idiots you were workin' for, only instead of a group, it's just me and
you.” Taker said, sitting down on the edge of the bed with the mug between his
hands. “Thank you, darlin'.” He added with a grateful smile. “I don't stay at
fancy hotels, usually places like this, they're outta the way so that means I
don't have to deal with fans or any of the other wrestlers.” He didn't mind
fans, Taker just didn't like dealing with the crazy ones that stalked hotels
when the WWF was in town. “And I travel on one of my bikes, unless a show
requires catching a flight.” This did happen, but for the most part, the loop
was steady for awhile before doing a major jump. “I won't ask you to fetch me
coffee, outside of this one time.” He added, winking at her before taking a
sip.
“No worries,
I don't mind. And I didn't travel with them, so if you don't want me
traveling with you, I understand. I usually just have a rental and drive
to the destinations that aren't too far away.” She'd done it that way for the
past two years and didn't want to get in Taker's way. “I'll start calling as
soon as I finish my java, one thing about me is that I'm a coffee addict.” She
smiled at him while sipping her coffee, having retrieved her phone from her
jean skirt to check her messages. “So do you have specific places you stay at
so I can get their numbers?”
“A few, but I
doubt you'll need their numbers, they generally keep a room open when they know
the WWF is comin' to town. Unless you’re
wantin' to stay at them too, which I wouldn't recommend because most are worse
than this place.” That and a single, gorgeous woman...in a room in some of
these places alone; hell no, Taker wasn't having it. She could bunk with him in that event. “Or
you could stay with me.” He offered, unable to keep the suggestiveness from his
tone. “As for travelin', you can do the rental car thing or save yourself some
cash by ridin' with me. It's up to you.”
Taker could
go from semi-seductive to business in seconds, proof that he wasn't typical
male. Lavani started wondering what the
hell Taker needed her for since he apparently already had his places picked
out. Though she knew his schedule was about to get really hectic with his
return and there would be a lot of paperwork involved.
“Taker, with
all due respect, since I am going to be your assistant and jumping ship from
the Faction, don't you think it would be smart of me to stay with you? I
wouldn't put it past the Faction to come after me for leaving them with all
their paperwork and whatnot, especially Vince.” Lavani wasn't stupid and knew
how those assholes worked, frowning slightly. “Even if we're in separate rooms
in the same place, I just would feel safer with you close-by until shit blows
over.”
“No separate
rooms.” Taker said flatly, shaking his head as he drained the rest of his
coffee, standing up from the bed again and walked to the sink in order to rinse
out the mug. “No offense to your abilities to protect yourself, but I don't
exactly stay in trustworthy places.” Most people wouldn't fuck with him,
obviously, if they didn't know who he was, his sheer size was enough to
intimidate most would-be assailants.
Her, on the other hand, she was like screaming bait. “And yes, I think
it would be smart for you to stay with me, but I'm not about to offend you by
suggestin' it; some women don't take kindly to the 'protective' act. Glad to see you’re smart.”
“I can't take
on the Faction by myself, even I'm not stupid enough to underestimate them.”
Lavani wasn't a damsel in distress type, but this type of situation called for
protection. “Okay no separate rooms, then I'll just stay with you. It
would be stupid if I didn't.”
Lavani
excused herself to go change back into her skirt and top, pulling the t-shirt
off and looked down at it thoughtfully. Looks like she was about to
embrace the darkness by working with Taker as his assistant. The Faction
wasn't going to know what hit them. Brushing her teeth with her finger,
Lavani stepped out, seeing Taker was still nursing his coffee.
“Do you have
a hair tie or something? Oh don't forget, we need to stop and get my bag
out of the rental at the arena before we hit the road.”
Grunting, he
gestured towards his duffel bag, arching an eyebrow when she just stared at it.
“I promise, if you reach in there, nothing's going to jump out and bite
you. Nor are you going to pull out
somethin' disgusting. I keep my lube in
a different bag.” He added that last statement simply for shock value, though
all he got was her giving him a look, shrugging. “There's a small drawstring
bag in there, I keep hair ties and bobby pins in it, help yourself.”
She didn't
even want to know why he had bobby pins and walked over to his bag, reaching in
to find what she was looking for pulling it out. “Thank the stars.” Lavani
whispered, pulling out a thick black holder and pulled her hair back, tying it
tightly because she knew she had a motorcycle ride ahead of her.
Then she
walked over to put her socks and shoes back on before joining him on the bed,
having zipped his bag back up the way he had it. She made a mental note
to remember he took his coffee straight black.
He was the fortunate one because he had clean clothes, though he also
needed a shower since washing up in a bar bathroom sink hadn't exactly done
much for him.
“I'm going to
jump in the shower real quick. If you're
hungry, you can order somethin' from down the street, they'll deliver up here,
just tell 'em to put it on Mark's tab.” He instructed before disappearing into
the bathroom and stripping off the sweats.
For her sake,
he hoped she owned something besides skirts.
While she looked great in them, and he certainly didn't mind her riding
in them, she was going to wind up chafing.
By the time Taker stepped out of the shower and dressed, the food down
the street had arrived. She ordered two pancake breakfast meals that came
with bacon, eggs, sausage links, toast with jam and hash browns. Of
course, given the size of her new 'boss', Lavani doubled his order of
everything.
“I didn't
know what you liked so I hope this is okay. You're going to have to tell
me your likes and dislikes food wise whenever I order.” She reminded him, not
knowing a thing about him besides he took his coffee straight black and enjoyed
whiskey. “Now then, since Vince didn't know you were returning, do you even
have a contract with the WWF?”
He ignored
that question in favor of examining the food.
Since she had ordered it from where he had told her too, everything,
absolutely everything, was drenched in syrup.
He had a bit of a sweet tooth, especially when it came to his
breakfast. And she had apparently doubled
the order, the woman was definitely used to seeing wrestler's appetites.
“Sit down and
eat.” Taker ordered, pointing to the
chair, already knowing it wouldn't hold his weight. “And yes, I do have a
contract.” He said finally, smirking at the thought. He had a great contract.
“Good.”
Lavani did
the right thing apparently breakfast wise, filing that information away and
proceeded to eat her breakfast, devouring it before Taker finished his.
She was starving, not having ate in about twenty-four hours. Drinking
also increased her appetite tenfold.
She tried
taking her time as much as she could, but the food was simply too
delicious. They finished eating and packed up, Lavani helping Taker with
anything he needed, which wasn't much. Together, they headed out of the
bar as the sun beat down on them, heading toward the beautiful Titan
motorcycle.
‘I'll have to
change in the rental.’ She thought, deciding to start bringing along more
clothes that were bike friendly.
He enjoyed
the morning ride, up early enough to beat the rush hour traffic as they headed
for the arena. It took a lot less time
to get there then it had the night before to leave and reach the bar. Though that was probably due to the fact that
he wasn't dicking around this time, knowing they had to be on the road. Not to mention not playing the 'let’s stay
out of everyone's sight until we're ready to announce this shit' game. Once he had pulled up alongside her rental,
he became aware of something she had already thought of.
“So, darlin',
where are you plannin' on changing at?” Taker asked as he helped her down, a
broad grin on his face.
“In the
backseat.” She answered promptly, winking and headed over to open the door,
thankful nobody had broke into the rental. Lavani had left it unlocked,
thinking she would be taking it back to the hotel the previous night. My
how THAT changed. “Try not to watch.”
Chapter 6
Stepping
inside, Lavani closed the door before sifting through her bag, pulling out a
pair of blue jeans. She slipped out of her skirt and pulled them on,
grunting a little since it was a small enclosed space. Then she pulled
her shirt off and exchanged it with a tie dye tank top that had blue and pink
swirls, nodding. That would do since it was still incredibly warm where
they were going. She zipped her bag up, shoving her old clothes in there
and stepped out five minutes later, keeping her shoes on.
“Alright I
need a favor from you, if you wouldn't mind.” When Taker arched a brow, Lavani
smiled and handed him her brush, pulling the tie out of her hair. “Braid my
hair, please?”
Considering that,
from behind the safety of his sunglasses, Taker may or may not have watched -he
would never admit to either-, he figured the least he could do was braid her
hair. Standing up and dismounting, Taker
positioned her in front of him and took the brush, quickly but gently brushing
her hair out, working out the tangles the wind had put it in before sticking
the handle between his teeth and deftly French braided her hair, accepting the
hair tie she passed back to him. When
she stepped away and felt the braid, he shrugged, holding the brush again.
“Don't
ask. Ever.”
“That is not
fair, you got me curious now.” Lavani remarked, rolling her eyes when he
growled and handed her bag over to him while he strapped it to the back of the
bike. It was too big to fit in one of the saddlebags. “Fine grumpy, let's
get going.”
She waited
for him to mount the Titan before he helped her on the back, wrapping her arms
around his waist. When he fired it up and asked if she was ready, Lavani
nodded and held on as he sped out of the parking lot, leaving her rental
behind. She'd made a quick phone call to have it picked up so she
wouldn't get penalized for it, not to mention towing charges were a bitch.
They made
good time, even though he made more frequent stops then he usually did. For him, he only stopped when he needed gas,
then he'd handle nature's business, grab something to eat and drink before
heading out again. Since she had been a
motorcycle virgin until the night before, Taker was a gentlemen and stopped
every other hour or so to let her walk around, knowing riding for long periods
of time was going to take Lavani some getting used to.
“How're your
legs?” Taker asked on one of those stops, not surprised that she was walking
bow-legged in the least. “Want a massage?”
“I feel like
I've been on one of those carnival rides for hours on end, the ones that
vibrate against your ass and thighs.” Of course he would offer to give her a
massage and Lavani was very tempted to take him up on it. “Sure, if you want.”
She shrugged and laughed when he raised a slow brow up at her, slowly pulling
her blue shades from her eyes, pushing them on top of her head. “What, did you
think I'd say no? I'll take just about anything to get them to stop
trembling like they are now and you're a damn furnace. Heat would relax
them faster.” She rationalized simply, wondering if he would actually go
through with doing it or if he was all talk and no action.
Smirking, he
took her by the hand and guided her towards the picnic area, finally coming to
a halt at a table and lifted her by the waist up so she was sitting on it. She was still much lower than he was,
but...this wasn't so much of a bend down for him. And now he wished she had worn a skirt. Not only would it be more effective then
working through her jeans, but...yeah, he was perving on her.
“Tonight,
you're going to take a hot bath.” Taker informed her, knowing that riding all
day, especially on a motorcycle where one did nothing except hang on and get
beat up by the wind, with no reprieve from the sun beating down on one’s head,
made people tired and achy. “You're probably going to hate me in the mornin'
when you wake up stiff.” He added, his hands already at work on her thighs.
Lavani had to
stop herself from asking if he'd join her in that hot bath and bit her bottom
lip to keep from moaning. His hands felt wonderful against her jean
covered thighs, the heat from his palms definitely working magic. “Whatever you
say, Taker.” She congratulated herself for speaking clearly because any other
woman would've melted in a puddle. Technically, she was melting on the
inside, but remained cool and calm on the outside. “And I won't ever hate you,
Taker, not unless you give me a legitimate reason to.”
“Trust me,
tomorrow mornin', it's going to seem like a legitimate reason.”
He chuckled,
taking his time and making sure he got every part that must've been
aching. Every part below a certain point
at least, though he did wonder how far she would let him go…if she would let
him go at all. She had already proven
she was not like countless other women.
Odds were she'd slap the shit out of him, which made him snort.
“You know, a
lot of people would call what you're doing sexual, even though it's not.”
Lavani said randomly, ignoring what he said because she wouldn't hate
him.
She might be
a little cranky, but nothing coffee and a hot bath couldn't fix. Several
hot baths anyway. Lavani was glad he wasn't trying anything more, like
most men would. He was a complete gentleman, acting in a way Lavani never
pegged him for. She didn't think of him as a rapist so much as a
seductionist.
He was a
seductionist all right, but he wasn't even trying at the moment. While he might have those thoughts flitting
through his mind every now and again, if he wanted to seduce her, he would and
she would be putty in his hands whether she wished it or not. Taker was simply that damn good. After a few more minutes, he stepped away
from her.
“If that was
sexual darlin', then I apologize because the throbbin' from riding the bike is
going to make it worse.” He said, helping her down off the table, nodding in
satisfaction when she walked without looking like she had been riding bareback
all day long.
“Don't worry
about it, Taker. I'll be fine.” She assured him, her thighs no longer
trembling and knew they still had a ways to go before arriving at the next
destination.
A coffee
later, they were on their way again, Lavani slowly getting used to
riding. She hung onto him, her cheek pressed against his back, trying not
to think about how good this felt. It'd been awhile for Lavani, she slept
with one wrestler on the roster in a one nightstand, both of them vowing to
keep it between them. So Lavani hadn't had sex in well over a year and
the urging was slowly starting to grate on her nerves.
Taker was
focused on the drive, intent on making it to their destination at a reasonable
time. Since her legs were probably good
to go for awhile now, he figured they wouldn't be stopping again anytime soon,
not unless she threatened to piss on his bike or something. It was nice having a companion with him, even
though to talk one actually had to shout.
Just feeling her behind him, her arms around his waist, leaning into his
back, it was...nice. Definitely not something
Taker was used too, but knew he could get used to it.
Several hours
later, they finally arrived at the next destination, the place Taker chose for
them to stay at a little nicer than previously. A little nicer meaning
the room was bigger along with the shower, but that was pretty much it...and
Lavani didn't mind. Taker set their bags down while Lavani proceeded to
bundle all of the paperwork for Vince, ready to toss it in his face. They
had Raw tonight, it was going to be very interesting to say the least.
“Dumb
question, but any specific style you want me to wear or is it pretty much a
free-for-all?” With the McMahons, she could wear anything she wanted besides
straight blue jeans, the blue jean skirt not counting.
At that
question, all 'Taker could do was stare at her. “That was a dumb question.” He
agreed, snorting when she scowled at him. “I don't give a damn what you wear,
darlin'.” Though, if she showed up in bright pink, he could change his mind.
“You could wear raggedy ass blue jeans and I wouldn't care. Though...” He stroked his chin, looking
thoughtful as his eyes roamed her body. “I also wouldn't mind seein' you in
leather pants...” Taker could just imagine leather cupping that perfectly
rounded ass, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards into the barest hint of
a smirk.
“No thanks.”
Lavani made a face at the leather pants crack, shaking her head because she
knew that was another attempt to try goading her. “Leather not only sticks, but
chaffs. I'll stick with jean material.” She winked and began sifting
through her bag, deciding to just change her shirt. “Actually…”Lavani had an
idea, grinning from ear to ear and excuse herself to make a phone call while
Taker refreshed himself in the bathroom.
“Hello?”
“Hey Janet, it's Lava.”
“Oh my god, Lava! Girl, everyone has been worried about you ever since
last night! Are you okay?!”
“Never better, listen, I have a favor to ask you. I hope you can help me
out.” Lavani smiled when Janet agreed and told her what she needed done, not
going into anymore details regarding her and Taker. “I'll meet you in the
parking lot to retrieve it.”
The call
ended and Janet could only blink, wondering what the hell Lavani was thinking
and got to work on her favor. When Taker
came out of the bathroom, Lavani was grinning like a Cheshire cat and that
actually made him worry a bit. A woman
who was smiling like that usually had something up her sleeve.
“What's the
grin for?” He asked, reaching back to begin pulling his hair out of the
somewhat messy braid it had been held back in. “You look pretty damn devious
when you grin like that darlin’, should I be worried?”
“Nope, just
had to call in a favor, nothing you need to concern yourself with.” Her French
braid had stayed in for the most part, thanks to Taker taking the brunt of the
wind during their long ride. “Don't worry, you'll enjoy it.” She was
guaranteeing it, knowing Janet would come through for her and knew Taker would
be wondering what she was up until it came out. “Do you want me to help you with
that?” Lavani asked, seeing he was struggling a little because the tie had
gotten tangled with his hair.
His response
was to drop down onto one knee where she could comfortably stand and get the
hair tie, knowing his hair had tangled around it pretty damn good. “If you
would.” Taker would enjoy it...somehow he doubted it would be those leather
pants. “You nervous at all about any of this?” He asked conversationally,
knowing shit was going to hit the fan.
Personally,
he was looking forward to it.
“No reason to
be, I'm in good hands.”
Lavani smiled
and slowly extracted the tie from his hair before unraveling the braid.
Gently, she ran her nails through his long hair, not believing how soft it was
to the touch. She took the brush he handed her and began getting all the
tangles out of his hair.
“Do you want
it braided again or a tight low tail?” Lavani smiled when he shrugged, deciding
to just put it in a low tail, his smell of gasoline and leather once again
filtering around her. “There all done.”
That had
taken her less time than he had anticipated, which was a shame because he liked
it when someone besides him brushed his hair.
Well, depending on who was doing it.
Some women went crazy and tried cutting or pulling pieces out for
keepsakes. Taker pushed himself up onto
his feet and reached back to feel the tail, nodding his head before smiling
down at her.
“Well, we got
a little time before the show, you want to catch a nap? Get somethin' to eat?”
Before Lavani
could answer, Taker's stomach rumbled at that moment, causing her to giggle. “I
think that pretty much answers the question. Food, definitely food.”
They headed
out and ended up getting some sub sandwiches that were piled with everything,
though Lavani nixed the hot peppers. She didn't care for spicy food, it
didn't sit well with her digestive system. They sat at a nearby park on a
table, just enjoying the warm breeze and beautiful late afternoon.
This was
peaceful, it was relaxing, and it was out of the ordinary for him. Sitting in a park, eating, was not something
he did.
“Is that...is that the Undertaker?”
And now he
remembered why; rolling his eyes, Taker took another bite of his sub, hoping
the fact that he was one, eating and two, with someone would encourage these people
to ask for their autographs and move the hell on. Some people were really polite about that
sort of thing, others were not.
“He has a girlfriend?”
“Who cares?”
“You've just become my woman, darlin'.” Taker informed her when he realized the
women approaching were ring rats.
Before Lavani
could say anything, Taker yanked her from on top of the table and sat her right
in his lap, straddling him. “Subtle.” She muttered, having just finished her
sandwich and leaned up more to wrap her arms around his neck. His
woman? Lavani could handle that for the time being, gently running her
nails across the back of his neck, not realizing she was sending shivers down
his spine. “So about tonight...”
A throat
cleared behind them.
Slowly,
Lavani turned her head to face the two women, who were barely dressed and
looked as though they wanted to kill her. Lavani found it amusing.
“Something we can do for you, girls?”
She refused
to call them ladies, but wasn't about to be rude since they were wrestling
fans, ring rats or not. There was
nothing subtle about this; this was as far away from his usual methods as could
be and it was all because he did not do ring rats. Anymore.
There was a time or two back in the day he might've taken one, or two,
back to his hotel room but...not these days.
Slowly, he raised his eyes up to the women, snorting blatantly when he
took in the way they were dressed. Yeah,
he definitely recognized this type.
They'd wait until the company rolled around, or even followed the loop,
and stalk the damn hotels just to catch a wrestler. It was all about bragging rights.
“We seen your return last night, Taker.” The taller one said, ignoring Lavani
completely, fluttering her fake, long eyelashes. “You are-”
“Absolutely gorgeous.” The other finished.
“And you say
I'm not subtle?” Taker chuckled darkly, burying his face in Lavani's neck.
Lavani
giggled softly, his goatee brushing against the sensitive part of her neck
sending shivers down her back. The nerve of these two whores to walk up during
an 'intimate' moment the Undertaker was having with his 'woman'! They had
no respect.
“He is
gorgeous, definitely can't deny that.” She looked back at him and ran her blue
nails gently down the side of his face, smirking. “You know what's even better?”
Lavani glanced over her shoulder back at the rats, watching them shake their
heads and turned her attention back to him. “The taste of his lips.”
“Your lips
aren't too bad either, darlin'.” Taker rumbled huskily, aware the ring rats
were listening to his every word. “I particularly love tastin' the ones
down...” He ran his hand between their bodies, moving his palm until he was
cupping her. “Here...”
“Oh that is disgusting!” Ring rat one shrieked when the Undertaker began
kissing his whore.
“You could have us both, what do you need her for?!” Ring rat two demanded
angrily.
He didn't
even bother gracing them with the obvious response, busy coaxing Lavani's lips
open with his.
It was one
thing to pretend that she was the Undertaker's woman in order to get these ring
rats to go away, but when he actually cupped her jean covered crotch and kissed
her, Lavani wasn't expecting it. She was shocked to respond so quickly,
cupping the back of his neck, moaning as soon as his tongue began entwining
with hers. He did taste amazing and his lips were soft to the touch,
Lavani's body was currently lit on fire, something she hadn't felt in quite
some time. She slowly broke the kiss when both of them needed air to breathe,
her chest rising and falling rapidly with swollen lips. Turning her head,
Lavani stared at the ring rats with smoldered dark golden eyes, a smirk curving
her lips.
“I'm all the
woman he needs and wants.” Lavani stated breathlessly, watching them both throw
their hands up in the air before stalking away.
She wasn't
lying either. Taker did need and want
her; he was extremely grateful for the fact that he had opted for tight blue
jeans today because they were keeping his erection in check. Though he'd be lying if he didn't say it
wasn't exactly comfortable.
He would not
be surprised in the slightest if he stood up and his 'problem' ripped the front
of his jeans. That was how much he
wanted her right now. When Lavani turned
those smoldering golden eyes back to him, he knew damn well she was feeling
something similar to what he was and leaned forward to capture her lips in his
again.
As heated as
this kiss was, Lavani knew the ring rats were long gone and had to stop this
before something happened between them. “Taker...” She mumbled against his
lips, placing her hands on his shoulders and moaned when he tried coaxing her
lips open with his tongue again. “Wait, stop...” With as much strength as she
could muster up, Lavani pulled back, tearing her lips from his and swallowed
hard at how much desire she saw coursing through his green eyes. “We...really
should get going to the arena...”
He almost
said 'fuck the arena, we should be going back to the hotel', but after that
temporary insanity cleared, he realized he had overstepped a boundary or two,
and all on the first day. This was her
subtle way of getting him off of her.
Nodding, Taker simply set her upright on her feet and stood up, cracking
his neck from side to side, inhaling deeply through his nose as he stared down
at her. A second later, his shades were
covering his eyes, knowing she had already seen the desire in them.
“You're
right, let's get goin'.” Taker said, unable to keep his deep baritone from
being laced with what he currently felt.
Chapter 7
When they
arrived at the arena, Lavani immediately went over to where Janet stood, trying
to get her mind focused on work. Those two kisses, that moment with
Taker, would have to be put in the far recesses of her mind until later.
There was no way she could start something with him, being his assistant she
had to put him at arm's length. No matter what she was feeling inside.
“Hey girl.”
“As you requested.”
“Thank you love.”
Lavani hugged
Janet, took what she asked for and watched the woman hurry back inside.
Looking down at it, Lavani couldn't help smirking a little and looked over her
shoulder at Taker. Without preamble, Lavani proceeded to pull the
specially made tank top over her head and took her old shirt off without
showing anything, smoothing the tank down over her upper body. On the
front, in big bold blue lettering, it said 'DEADMAN INC', apparently that was
Taker's new gimmick in the company.
“There, let's
head inside so I can start going over your schedule.”
He looked
down at her, wholeheartedly approving of her tank top. Though he noticed the blue lettering which
was no doubt because of her color OCD issue.
He let out a low, approving whistle, taking her hand and twirling her
around.
“Darlin', as
much as I love this tank top, you might want to put your other shirt on over
it.” He suggested slickly. “This way we can keep the cat in the bag a bit
longer.”
“I didn't
know how you wanted to go about doing this, so I wanted to be prepared.” Lavani
explained, shrugging and pulled her other shirt over the tank top, glad he
approved of what she did. Lavani couldn't wear something without blue in
it. Though now that she was working for Taker, she had to take serious
consideration in what color to use next. ‘Probably red.’ She thought, heading
inside with her hand clasped in Taker's, hoping the Faction hadn't arrived yet.
When they had
pulled in, Taker hadn't noticed their customized bus in the lot anywhere so
unless they had decided to travel like normal people -he sincerely doubted-
then they hadn't arrived yet. He guided
her through the hallways, eyes always on the lookout for people, preferring to
avoid whoever he could because he had no idea who might be dumb enough to
snitch to the McMahon-Helmsley Faction about her still being with him. Of course, there was also the fact that most
people hated those jokers too. Once they
reached his room, Taker ushered her inside, kicking the door shut behind him.
“They always
run late?”
“Sometimes,
though I usually arrive after they do.”
Lavani really
didn't know the McMahon's schedule as far as their arrivals went, just the days
they had to be places and times. Didn't mean they arrived on time, they
were the McMahons after all. Lavani sat down on a nearby bench while
Taker looked around the locker room, pulling out the paperwork that she'd
clipped together the previous night. She would be nice and courteous
enough to give them to Vince instead of burning them like she should've.
Though if the Faction gave her any problems, it would be handled.
“I think I'll
hold onto these until AFTER they find out I no longer work for them.” Lavani
decided, putting them away and looked up at Taker when he walked out the
bathroom. “So any ideas on how you want to tell them? We haven't exactly
established what's going down tonight...”
Smirking
slightly, Taker settled down in a metal folding chair and set his bag down
between his spread legs, bending down to rifle in it. “I guarantee you those
idiots will be out in the ring either interrupting someone or borin' the hell
out of the rest of us with one of Helmsley's worthless speeches. I'll be...making my appearance known around
that time.” He straightened up, considering her. “Odds are, there'll be some
sort of fight. Might be a good idea for you to wait in the wings until I'm back
on the stage, then you can come out.”
It'd be a bit
of a tease, her only showing herself when he was ready to head backstage. However, at the same time, he didn't want to
risk anything happening to her. Though
there wasn't a doubt in his mind he wasn't going to stomp some asses tonight.
“You want me
out there with you?”
Lavani
blinked, wondering if he was serious and chewed her bottom lip when he
nodded. She had to admit, the reason she hadn't wanted to be on-screen with
the Faction was because she couldn't stand any of them. With Taker, it
was completely different. Hell, who wouldn't want to walk side by side of
the American Badass?
“Wouldn't
that ruin your image, having a woman on your arm accompanying you to ringside?”
She couldn't help asking, standing up from the bench to walk toward him.
“No darlin',
I don't want you at ringside.” Taker said, repeating himself gently. Most people, he would have gotten a bit
irritated with at having to explain himself twice. He was giving her a free pass and it had
absolutely nothing to do with earlier, no it did not. “There'll be a fight,
which I don't need you involved in. Of
course, I'm going to win.” He said that a bit arrogantly, knowing damn well it
was true. Taker had every intention of
going out on his bike and really doubted anyone was going to jump in front of
the damn thing, though it would be pretty amusing if they did. “You can meet me
on top of the stage when I'm done.”
Already
envisioning the McMahon-Helmsley Faction’s reaction, an evil glint entered his
green eyes.
“No that's
not what I'm talking about.” Lavani was getting a little flustered and knew she
would have to ask him again another way. “Sorry, what I meant to ask is do you
want me out there with you more than just tonight? I know you don't want
me out there tonight ringside while you whip their asses, I get that.
Totally fine with it. But...If I go out there on national television and
show the world that I'm with you, that I'm part of Deadman Inc...do you get
where I'm going with this or am I sounding completely stupid?” She didn't know
how else to say it, the mere thought of going out in front of thousands of
people flustering her to no end.
What they had
here was a failure to communicate, he thought, suddenly thinking of
Guns-N-Roses and considered that. “We're going to have to take that one night
at a time, Vani.” He said finally. If
she wanted to come out with him, he definitely wasn't averse to the idea, but
he'd prefer her to not be there at ringside when he knew for a fact there was
going to be a brawl. Taker would protect
her, but he'd prefer to avoid putting her right in danger too. “Do you WANT to
go out with me? Not camera shy are ya?”
“Then I don't
think it would be wise for me to reveal myself to the audience.” It wouldn't be
a wise business move bringing backstage politics on-screen. Granted,
shocking the Faction was almost worth it, but Lavani wasn't stupid and learned
quickly not to do certain things in this company. “Now then, I'm gonna have to
get a copy of your schedule so everything is ready to go. That and if you
need anything changed, that can be done right away.”
“Here.” He
rifled around in the side pocket of his bag, finally pulling out a several
times folded sheet. “It's just for a few weeks since only a select few knew
about me comin' back last night.” Taker smirked at that, handing her the paper.
“It's all pretty much for basic appearances and house shows since the writer's
had no set date for my return, they're probably all over that now though. But you can pencil in the live shows, no way
in Hell I'll be missing those.”
While he had
been looking forward to the possibility of her publically giving the Faction
her 'notice', he respected her decision.
Didn't mean they weren't going to find out, it would just be
off-screen. Lavani nodded and sat back
down to look over his schedule, half paying attention to it, but something else
was going through her head. A fact she simply couldn't ignore. When
she felt him sit down beside her and placed a hand on her knee, Lavani slowly
looked up at him.
“The choice
I've made is going to have dire consequences. No matter what, I'm going
to end up out there because I know how the McMahons are. I know how
conniving they are and they're not going to take me defecting lightly. So
if I'm going to end up out there anyway, might as well do it on MY terms
instead of theirs.” Lavani slowly stood up and began unraveling the French
braid, shaking her hair out a little. “I wonder if Lacey would mind coming down
here to fix me up a little. Gotta look good for my debut.”
Lavani
snorted, already feeling butterflies erupting in her stomach. Reaching out, Taker placed his hands gently
on her hips, guiding her so she was standing between his open legs and stared
up at her intently. He could see the
flicker of apprehension and uncertainty in her toffee eyes, but could also see
the determination at the same time, knowing what it was like to have
conflicting emotions.
“Darlin', if
you really wanna do this, then you know I'm right there with you, but if you
don't...don't let them bastards intimidate ya.” He said gently. “Like I said,
either way it's your call and I'll back you up regardless. And if the McMahon's even think about fucking
with you...well, I've got a chain I keep in the left saddlebag, hasn't been
broken in yet, but that can change.”
“You think a
chain will stop them from doing what they want? Taker, no offense, I have
all the faith in the world that you can protect me, but you're only one
man. You're not invincible and can't be in two places at once.” She
pointed out, placing her hands on his broad shoulders, hoping he didn't get
upset with her for speaking what she knew was the harsh truth. “The fact is, I
know how Vince is and, with how pissed off he's going to be, I wouldn't put it
past him to drag me on-screen in some form or another. I'm not gonna let
him choose when and where it happens. I'm going to fire the first shot
before he can because I know he won't keep my defection private. He'll
exploit it, that's what he does and you should know that better than
anyone. Your Ministry of Darkness ended up in the stupid Corporate
Ministry because of him and you can't give me a line of bullshit that it was
your idea because I know better. I was there. I saw everything and
I know you were forced into it for storyline development.”
“Ouch, Vani,
way to totally step all over a guy's ego.” Taker said, though he nodded to show
he understood what she meant. That did
not mean, however, that he wasn't going to put the fear of the Undertaker into
Vince at the next convenient moment. “I get ya darlin'.” He stood up, watching
her step back to give him room, not even about to go into the Corporate
Ministry thing. That, as far as he was
concerned, had been a very low point in his career. “Now, you said somethin'
about seeing Lacey?” He did not recognize that name, figuring the woman must
have come in while he was gone.
“Yeah, she's
the hair and makeup gal that took over for Janet. Janet is now strictly
wardrobe. Lacey is the one who does my hair when it's time to change my
streak colors.” She fingered a blue one, smiling tentatively.
Lavani hadn't
meant to step all over his ego, but she had to get her point across to make him
understand that, at the end of all this, there was no choice. She had to
go out in front of thousands and humiliate the Faction before they did it to
her. It was as simple as that.
“She'll know
how to do my hair that'll go with your new look.”
“Darlin', I
will have you know this is not a new look...it's my every day look.” Taker
informed her, smoothing out the front of his denim shirt with a snort, ignoring
her rolling her eyes. “So, are you going to change those stripes anytime soon?”
Taker reached
out to take a lock of blue hair in his fingers, feeling how silky smooth the
tresses were before letting go. Lavani
wanted to go out there on her own terms, which he respected. However, he also knew it was going to be a
huge blow to the Faction and wondered if she had considered the backlash that
would be coming.
“I meant out
in the ring. You used to look like Satan in black tights.” She reminded
him, smirking when he growled and folded her arms in front of her chest. “I'm
right and you know it, Deadman. And not for another five months. I
change them out every six months so I don't dry my hair out.”
Lavani knew
what it meant to take this next step in her career with the WWF. At the
very least, finally going on-screen like Vince had tried convincing her to do
for the past two years would be her ultimate decision instead of by
force. The backlash she would deal with, Lavani was just happy that after
tonight she would be rid of the Faction once and for all.
Ignoring the
cracks about him looking like Satan, Taker knew back in the day with the long
black hair, the beard and his wrestling attire.
Not to mention the robe and occasional outlandish pay-per-view specialty
attire, he had indeed looked like someone who either was the Man himself or
closely related. At the same time
though...his fan base had exploded, particularly the female persuasion of that
base.
There was a
large hint of irony to this entire situation.
Lavani was going to go public, live, at his side to avoid Vince and the
Faction dragging her out into the spotlight against her will. Back in the day, he had wanted her on-camera
with him and Vince had been the one to decline his offer.
How the
tables had turned!
While Taker
was in his deep thoughts, Lavani sent a text message to Lacey, who was another
friend of hers in the back. Then she thought of Adam and Jay...they were
going to freak out when she stepped out on that ramp later on during the
Faction segment that Taker was going to interrupt. When Lacey arrived ten
minutes later, with the hair products in hand, Lavani took one of the steel
folding metal chairs and sat down while she got busy.
“Thanks for
keeping this between us, tell Janet I appreciate it too.”
“No problem honey, though I hope you know what you're doing.”
“So do I.”
Chapter 8
Taker left
them to do their thing, disappearing into the bathroom to grab a cold shower
-he didn't do hot ones before shows, ever-, focusing on the upcoming
night. He idly wondered if Lavani knew
about him harassing Vinnie Mac a time or two during the Ministry days to let
her be used on-camera, having had a few ideas for her after seeing her around
the back. Vince had flat out told him
'no chance in hell' and that had been repeated quite empathetically after the
fiasco with Ryan Shamrock, which the very thought of still brought an evil
little grin to his face. When he was
done, redressed and ready to kick some ass, Taker stepped back out into the
main room, arching an eyebrow.
Lavani stared
back at her reflection, hardly believing this was her and would have to thank
Lacey for her brilliance. Her raven blue streaked hair hung down her back
and over her shoulders in loose long curls, really bringing out the
streaks. Her toffee colored eyes were outlined in midnight blue eyeliner,
really making them pop, eye shadow completely natural.
Her lips were
painted a clear gloss and she had foundation to hide any blemishes the camera
might pick-up. Though Lacey added something else and that was a blue
bandana that wrapped around her forehead and tied beneath her hair, having
ironed it to make it as flat and smooth as possible. Instead of her
tennis shoes, she had black two inch steel toed boots with her blue jeans and
the tank top Janet had specially made for her.
“What about
you?” Lacey asked hesitantly when she was done surveying her work on Lavani.
The woman was
gorgeous and Lacey knew that it wasn't from the makeup or the done up
hair. Those things only enhanced that
natural beauty. She turned towards
Taker, unsure if he would want anything done, not knowing if he had done his
own makeup and thinking of the Undertaker doing his make-up was a disturbing
thought in itself.
“There is no way in hell you're caking my face or putting an eyeliner stick
near me, woman.” He said gruffly, eyes fastened on Lavani instead of Lacey,
even though she was the one talking to him. “You look beautiful, darlin’.”
Lavani
grinned, glad she had Taker's approval and winked over at Lacey. “Thanks again,
I owe you one.”
“Well if this
works out for you, I'll be doing this a lot more often.” Lacey pointed out,
walking out of the locker room and headed back to her station with supplies in
hand.
“Glad you-”
Lavani froze when she heard the unmistakable shrieking voice of Stephanie,
groaning, knowing they couldn't see her yet. When Taker instructed her to
hide in the bathroom and not make a sound, Lavani did as he said, making sure
to go in one of the shower stalls, pressing her back against the wall.
“Where is she, Taker?” Vince demanded seconds later, storming into the locker
room and glared at the man he thought he'd never have to deal with again. “I
saw-”
“WHERE IS LAVANI?”
“Steph, he just asked that...”
“Princess...”
His voice had dropped to the low, evil baritone he had used during his Ministry
days, just to watch her eyes narrow and to see her step behind her husband. “I
see you haven't changed...still screaming like the bitch you are.”
“How dare you!” Shane growled, though wisely, didn't move.
“Where is she, Deadman?”
Taker
shrugged, eyeing them all speculatively. “No idea what yer talkin’ ‘bout.” Then
his green eyes lit up wickedly. “Oh, you mean that piece I took off with last
night? Hell if I know, I took her for
a...ride...and then dropped her off, can't recall where though.”
“That's a
lie! I saw you with her at our hotel!!” Stephanie shouted, though
remained behind her husband for protection, eyes narrowed. “You have her and we
want her back!”
“Don't make this any harder than it has to be, Taker.” Vince stated, looking
around the locker room and stepped back when the giant stood up from his perch,
disgusted as some tobacco spit landed on his very expensive shoe. “Why you son
of a-”
“Yo Hunter, Sean is down! Someone attacked him!”
Leave it to
Jesse to save the day so to speak. Lavani stood there and even covered
her mouth with her hand, not chancing them hearing her breathe. Hunter growled, not happy with this sudden
turn of events.
“This ain't
over, Deadman.”
“Course it
ain't, now run along and go see who attacked your bitch.” He made a dismissive
gesture before leering at Stephanie. “Your other bitch that is, since queen
bitch is right here.”
“Why you-!” Stephanie was still screaming as her brother shoved her out of the
room, Vince following with Hunter bringing up the rear.
He leaned in
the doorway of his room, watching as they disappeared down the hallway before
shutting the door and turning towards the bathroom. “They're gone.”
“Nice touch
calling Stephanie a queen bitch.” Lavani complimented, stepping out of the
bathroom and tried to calm her racing heart.
This wasn't
good, they were pissed and it's about to get worse. They made small
chatter for the next hour, watching Raw on the small monitor. Vince had
come out at the beginning of the show to talk smack, but then went
backstage. Toward the end of the show, the Faction suddenly made their
way to the ring, which was lead by the WWF Champion Triple H, all filing inside
the squared circle.
“Is it time?”
Lavani asked quietly.
Watching him
nod, Taker pulled his black leather trench coat on, and had to take several
deep breaths. All she had to do was wait for his announcement and then
she could step out on the ramp to reveal her betrayal to the Faction.
Just for safety purposes, Lavani hid behind one of the black curtains, her eyes
on the monitor that was nearby and waited.
He had been
listening to the Rock's little speech with amusement, even finding the part
where Rocky said Taker had done the right thing in regards to the night before,
just at the wrong time since it had been the Rock's time. He left her there behind the black curtain
where no one would see her and went to retrieve his motorcycle, having parked
it where he did for a reason. He was
about to repeat last night.
Hunter was
not pleased, but not all together surprised when he heard what was now a very
familiar chorus of little girl's whispering 'He's Here', aiming one more punch
at Rocky's head before turning towards the titantron. The Faction were already moving towards the
ramp, barring access to the ring. Taker
parked his motorcycle at the top of the ramp before dismounting it, his
entrance music thundering all throughout the arena.
He then
stalked down the ramp and began beating the hell out of the Faction, throwing
lethal punches and knocked Shane out with a kick to the skull. He punched
Vince and then dragged him to the center of the ramp before walking back up to
his motorcycle and mounted it again. Within seconds, Taker rode his Titan
down the ramp, the Faction having to dodge out of the way before they got ran
down and Taker circled the ring, symbolically telling everyone that it belonged
to him and he owned it.
Though, once
he stopped, Lavani knew this was her queue when Taker reached his hand up and
made a 'come out' gesture, staring directly at McMahon with a shit eaten grin
on his face, pointing to the ramp. Taking a deep breath, Lavani removed
her top from last night and smoothed down the Deadman Inc tank before walking
out. The crowd erupted in frenzy over
both Undertaker and her appearance.
Even through
his foggy brain, Vince could tell who was standing on that ramp and felt his
eyes bug out. “WHAT THE HELL?”
“Is that-”
“THAT BITCH!!”
“Lava, what the fuck?!”
Backstage
there was also an uproar going on as most people knew Lavani had never wanted
to be on-camera and, quite frankly, seeing her with the Undertaker, who had
officially put himself on the boss’s shit list...well, that was just
mind-blowing. Inwardly smirking, Taker
drove up the ramp and came to a stop right beside her. He could just barely hear Stephanie screaming
-that woman was SHRILL- over the sound of his music and the fans, feeling
Lavani slipping onto the motorcycle behind him.
All Jesse
could do was hide his face on the mat where he had fallen as he watched Taker
raise a fist into the air, knowing war had just been declared and Lavani had
gone and planted herself smack dab in the middle of it.
Lavani looked
behind her shoulder at the Faction and blew a kiss to them, waving three
fingers before wrapping her arms around Taker's waist, both of them
disappearing behind the curtain. Taker didn't stop, already having all of
their things in the saddlebags from the dressing room. They passed by
Adam and Jay, who had their jaws glued to the floor with wide eyes.
She merely
smiled and waved at them, knowing everyone was in complete shock over her
joining Taker's side. If they only knew the reasoning behind it. As
soon as they were outside in the parking lot, Taker hit the motorcycle full
throttle and Lavani just held on for dear life, wondering if he was headed back
to where they were staying or someplace else.
They were
heading back to their room, mostly so he deposit their things, change and then
he planned on taking her out to celebrate what had definitely been the
highlight of his week. Taker knew he
would be able to catch the replay of what had happened on a local station. They always aired highlights whenever the WWF
came to town, not to mention there would be tapes made from the media
truck.
He'd snag a
copy. He had seen the expressions of the
Faction member's on the titantron when she had appeared on the ramp, his eyes
hidden behind his shades, and it had been priceless. When they were parked, he dismounted before
pulling her up and swinging her around briefly, beginning to laugh.
“Darlin', you
gave them sumbitches the surprise of their pathetic lives.”
“Thank you,
thank you very much.” Lavani bowed at him with a huge smile, laughing along
with him, the replay of Vince's face seared in her brain. “Vince looked like he
shit his pants full and Stephanie turned into a cherry. That was
fantastic, exhilarating and amazing!” Suddenly, she pulled his face down to
hers and kissed him briefly, her way of properly thanking him for allowing her
to give the Faction the surprise of a lifetime. “I don't know how to repay you,
Taker.”
“Well you
definitely are off to a great start.” Taker rumbled, mildly surprised by the
fact that she had kissed him, even though it was pretty much nothing but a
quick peck and recalled earlier in the park. Knowing she wouldn't appreciate a
repeat of that at the moment, he cleared his throat, returning the smile. “I
don't know how the hell you could put up with Stephanie all this time, Vani;
that bitch has the shrillest goddamn voice ever. She was that way back in 1999 too. If I could've gotten away with it, I would've
cut out her vocal chords.”
“Believe me,
you would've done everyone a favor if you had.”
Lavani didn't
know what came over her by kissing him and chalked it up to the incredible
moment, so many emotions and feelings overwhelming her. She was finally
free of the Faction, having left the paperwork for Vince in the Faction's
dressing room. She dropped it off before heading to gorilla position,
once she knew the Faction was out in the ring with Dwayne. Taker took
Lavani's hand and guided her inside the building up to their room for the
evening. She was still on a high, her adrenaline peaked off the charts.
“The night is
young, we don't have to head out until mornin', what do you want to do?”
If she said
'sit here and watch TV', or 'go to sleep', Taker was going to leave her and go
find himself a bar and possibly the company of a young woman with black hair
and toffee eyes. He was wired from the
show. It showed in his pacing as he
discarded his trench coat, tossing it on the bed before peeling off his sweat
damped denim shirt.
“I don't
know, never really did anything after shows before. Remember me, boring
person?” She could tell he was amped and probably could go for another round of
what happened, hell Lavani felt the same way. It took every ounce of will
power for Lavani not to devour his bare chest with her eyes, looking away from
him out the window into the night. “You're gonna have to teach me how to have
fun and 'let my hair down' as you so aptly described last night.” She finally
said, turning to face him and finally grabbed his hand to stop him from pacing.
“You're gonna put a hole in the floor if you keep doing that, Taker.”
“Fuck the
floor.” He retorted, holding onto her hand while reaching out to place his free
hand on her waist, drawing her against him. “Let's go out, Vani. Name a place and I'll take ya.” Taker was in
a very good mood because she could have named some ritzy club that would
undoubtedly try to kick him out for violating some wardrobe rule and he'd beat
every ass who tried just so she could be in there, with him of course. “Hell,
we could just go a ride if you wanted too.”
“Some place
with liquor, food and music sounds great to me. I don't really know this
area well.” She smiled apologetically, not moving out of his arms, actually
enjoying the sparkle in his green eyes. “Actually, why don't we grab two
bottles, go for a ride somewhere and celebrate under the stars?” Lavani
suggested, knowing she would have to change if they were to do that. She
didn't want to draw attention from fans with her tank top after all, no matter
what they decided. “Whatever you wanna do, I'll come along for the ride,
Taker.”
“You'd better
grab a jacket or somethin' then because it might get cold in just that tank
top.” Taker said, which was his way of saying he liked that last idea, eyeing
the Deadman Inc on it with an approving smile.
When she announced she was going to change her shirt entirely, he
shrugged and gestured for the bathroom. “Have at it.”
He needed to
change as well, figuring he'd do it quickly while she was in there. Once the door had closed behind her, he
discarded his boots and jeans, commando beneath them and reached for a fresh
pair from his bag. Lavani hadn't closed
the door completely and couldn't help sneaking a quick peek at Taker, knowing
it was wrong.
It was very
wrong, but that delicious bare chest made her hungry to see more.
Chapter 9
When she saw
his beautiful bare ass, Lavani had to learn how to breathe again and slowly
backed away from the door. The man went commando, interesting.
Shaking herself out of a desire-filled state, Lavani decided on a grey tunic
that went down past her hips and it had a dark blue midnight rose embroidered
on the front of it.
Lavani
decided to keep the bandana because it suited her, but as far as her hair went,
that had to be pulled back again since they were going riding. She also
pulled out a blue zip-up sweater and wrapped it around her waist, leaving her
boots on. Lavani quickly pulled her hair back in a tight ponytail, using
two ties just to make sure it stayed. Once she was ready, Lavani stepped
out and stared at Taker, a rush of heat suddenly engulfing her at the sight of
him.
His jeans,
light blue and skintight with a hole in the left knee, were on, though he
hadn't bothered fastening them just yet.
He was a bit busy braiding his hair, watching the TV on a local station,
which was indeed playing a clip from tonight's show. His deep laughter echoed throughout their
room as the image of Vince and the rest of them was shown, twice. Snorting, he turned it off after finishing
with his hair and turned around.
“Make some
noise next time, woman.” He said by way of greeting, taking in her tunic while
reaching for a black leather vest, shrugging it on.
“Sorry.” She
had watched the replay and couldn't help grinning from ear to ear, walking over
to where he sat. “That's all you're gonna wear? What if you get chilly or
something?” Then Lavani thought about that, immediately waving her hand and
telling him not to answer. “Never mind, you're a damn furnace. So what did
you decide on? Are we finding a place with food, liquor and music or are
we going for that ride with two bottles?”
He looked
delicious in leather, Lavani managed not to look down as he zipped and fastened
his jeans, not wanting to be rude or perverted.
Considering that he had just zipped himself up in front of her, which
was both rude and perverted all at the same time, he figured if she wanted to
watch, she had every right too. He
wasn't a shy man by any means and if they were going to be sharing rooms, she was
going to learn that fact very quickly.
Especially when he got tired of wearing bottoms to bed and slipped back
into the habit of sleeping nude, it was bound to happen sooner or later.
“We're going
for that ride with two bottles.” He informed her, then grinned wickedly.
“Though I'd make yours something you won't get too fucked up to ride on or you
might have to ride up front...again, possibly even strapped to me.”
“You'd like
that wouldn't you.” Lavani remarked with a smirk, running a single blue painted
fingernail down his chest and walked past him toward the door. “Come on
Deadman, time to show me how to have fun and raise some hell.”
She'd done
both earlier today during the show, feeling overwhelming proud of herself for
taking the plunge. Everything she went through would be worth that
moment. Lavani decided she would drink wine since that wouldn't get her
nearly as wasted as Jack Daniels had.
First it was go for a ride and celebrate under the stars, then it was
raise some hell. Shaking his head, Taker
followed her, gesturing across the street to an all night liquor store.
“Come on.”
Taking her
hand, he led her across the street, not even bothering to check for traffic
because even at night he was a hard man to miss. Especially under these dingy streetlamps,
people would probably think he was a demon or something. When the older man behind the counter seen
the near seven foot giant with sleeved tattoos and a rather evil grin on his
face walking in with a beautiful woman, all he could think was he was about to
be robbed again.
“Get me two
bottles of sangria wine, Taker.” Lavani requested, watching his eyebrow slowly
quirk and giggled, knowing she had probably just thrown him for a loop. “Just
because I drink Jack doesn't mean I'm not also a wine drinker. And
tonight if you want me to be able to ride back with you, wine it is.”
When he
nodded, Lavani turned to face the nervous cashier, flashing him a friendly
smile before looking around. A few minutes later, Taker had two bottles
of Sangria wine and whiskey on the counter, making the cashier jump out of his
skin. This man looked like he was about to piss himself and Lavani found
it amusing.
Paying
customers, they were paying customers, the older man reminded himself, really
hoping that was true, but when wicked green eyes met his, he cleared his
throat. He had been robbed twice this
month already. He really couldn't afford
a third time.
“Look, I
don't have a lot of money so...please, don't rob me.”
In response,
Taker opened his wallet and passed over a crisp hundred. “In that case, you
better keep the change.” He said, deadpan.
“Poor guy.”
Lavani murmured as they walked out of the liquor store, staying close-by Taker
in case any thugs wanted to mess with them, grabbing his free hand.
They arrived
at his Titan and Lavani instantly pulled off her sweatshirt, putting it on and
mounted the bike after Taker had. She held on tight as he roared out of
there toward a destination unknown, her hands against his bare chest since he'd
left the vest he wore open. As long as Lavani was with Taker, no harm
would come to her, that much she was sure of. Anything else was up in the
air.
Poor guy was
right. On one hand, Taker felt a bit bad
for the old timer, being robbed twice in a month definitely had to be hurting
the bank account. Then on the other
hand, it irritated the hell out of him that just because he
looked...rough. He had automatically
been stereotyped as the kind of guy who would rob a liquor store.
Taker snorted
at that one. If he was going to take up
a life of crime off the screen, he sure as hell would do something much more
interesting then rob stores. Because he
was officially in a bit of a mood, he took them zigzagging through back alleyways,
enjoying the narrow streets, knowing eventually he would head towards more open
ground, where stars were actually visible.
Lavani could
feel the change in Taker's mood and frowned, wondering what was wrong with
him. She decided not to ask, it was none of her business. Hell,
Lavani had no idea why she was even going out with the man she worked with and
for, knowing this couldn't lead to anything good. That kiss earlier in
the park, Lavani couldn't stop thinking about it, or the smoldering look in
Taker's eyes when he kissed her again.
He wasn't
acting, he'd felt something just like she did, but Lavani knew she had to
squash it. A one nightstand, which only
happened once, was enough to last her a lifetime, she didn't need to be another
notch on a wrestler's belt, especially Taker's. Things would have to
change because, if she kept trudging down this road with Taker, it was going to
lead to nothing except heartache and pain.
By the time
he had enough of the night life of the seedier sections of the city, Taker
headed for higher grounds. They had gone
by more hookers then he could count, at least one gang assembled on a sidewalk
who stared as they passed, and a dozen bars even he wouldn't go into simply
because it would mean a fight with every son of a bitch inside. He didn't mind a good brawl, but preferably
on his terms and without a dozen broken bottles aimed at his throat. Taker was smart, not suicidal.
“Perfect...”
He murmured when he seen a park, noting that it was surrounded by an iron fence
and snorted, parking the Titan before shifting enough to look down at her. “You
alright back there, darlin'?”
“Yes, are
you?”
When he
merely arched an eyebrow down at her, Lavani shook her head as she hopped off
the Titan, zipping her sweatshirt up since it had gotten chilly after the sun
went down. Lavani suddenly paid attention to where they were at and
swallowed down any fear as she followed Taker inside the cemetery. There
was a small opening in the gate that both of them could fit in, Taker
definitely must've been here before. She wasn't exactly thinking of a
cemetery to drink under the stars, but if this is where Taker wanted to be then
Lavani wasn't going to complain.
He had indeed
been here before, but not in quite some time.
She had said under the stars and right in the middle of the cemetery, on
top of a low hill, was a rectangular tombstone that would sit them both and not
crumble under his weight. She'd have a
beautiful view of the nighttime sky with no buildings or trees to block it. Not minding the chill in the air, he held his
bottle of Jack Daniels in one hand and led the way through the graves, holding
her hand tightly in his.
Once they
arrived at the huge tombstone, Lavani climbed on top of it and took one of her
wine bottles he handed to her, opening it and took a long swig while staring
out at the breathtaking view. It was very serene and peaceful, the
perfect place to wind down with alcohol after the rush Raw gave them
both. Lavani looked up at Taker once he settled beside her, noticing he'd
put a little space between them and didn't say anything as she swallowed some
more wine down.
“Something is
bothering you, care to share?” Lavani finally broke the silence, turning to
face him sitting Indian style.
He shrugged,
twisting the cap off his bottle of whiskey and took a healthy swig, smacking
his lips after enjoying the burning sensation it left in his throat and down to
the pit of his stomach. “Nothin' bothering me, darlin', just enjoying the
night.” Taker gestured around them. “Quietest place I could think of after that
ride...” He smirked slightly, green eyes gleaming in the dark. Dead people didn't talk, that might be why he
preferred them over the living on occasion.
“It is.” She
agreed, suddenly thinking back to that kiss earlier in the day. This
wasn't good.
Lavani
couldn't get it out of her mind, her lips still tingling. There had to be
a way to break the spell that Taker casted over her, but so far Lavani hadn't
figured out a way to do that. Not only did she have the Faction to worry
about, but now all these budding feelings for Taker were surfacing that Lavani
didn't even know existed. And it wasn't exactly the best feeling in the
world, especially with their past history and everything she'd witnessed from
this man.
He let her
have some time to sort through whatever was going on in her head, able to
plainly see that she was lost in thought.
Taker knew that feeling rather well; he just generally tried to keep
from displaying it since he was the kind of man who 'always' knew what was
going on, how he felt. Perception was
everything. When a few minutes of
silence had gone by, he finally decided her time was up.
“What's on
your mind, Vani?” He asked, his eyes dropping to her full lips when her tongue
flicked out to wet them.
“I meant to
ask you if it's okay that I still have those two days off to go home.
With all the craziness going on, it slipped my mind until now. I usually
go home on Friday and Saturdays since they're just house shows and there's not
a whole lot for me to do...unless you want me there.”
Lavani always
put her work first, but those two days off did come in handy, especially when
she ran out of clothes to wear and simply needed a break from the
Faction. Now that she was away from the Faction, Lavani was willing to
compromise terms with Taker, knowing Vince was probably ripping her contract up
as they sat there in the peaceful starry night in the cemetery drinking
together.
“Hell
darlin', take Sunday off too, unless of course, it's a pay-per-view.” That's what
she had been thinking? This woman really
was...fucking odd. “If you wanna stay, then stay, if you want your days off,
have at them.”
If she wanted
to stay on the road, he definitely wasn't going to tell her no, but...he did
understand wanting a few days to go home.
Right now his own personal schedule was spotty at best, or would be,
once a proper schedule was made for him.
He leaned back on his elbows, long legs dangling over the edge of the
stone.
“That all
that's on yer mind, darlin'?”
Of course it
wasn't, but Lavani couldn't discuss anything else she'd been thinking with him.
“Yeah, I know pay-per-views are off limits. Though now that I'm on-screen
with you, my schedule is going to change like yours.”
She frowned,
the realization dawning on her with what she did. No longer was she just
backstage only. Lavani had made the
decision to screw the Faction over by defecting to Taker and the consequences
were already showing.
“So I guess
whenever you get time off and go home, that's when I will.” If she needed
clothes, Lavani would simply buy them.
Taker shook
his head. “Darlin’, the house shows don't really mean shit, if you don't wanna
do them, then don't.”
Undoubtedly
Vince would try to make her and possibly even threaten her job, but that could
easily be remedied. Her contract could
just be tied to his and that made him chuckle.
Knowing when THAT bomb was dropped, Vince was going to have a heart
attack, no two ways about it.
“I don't mind
doing them.” Lavani assured him, scooting a little closer as the wind picked
up. “If I really need a break that badly, I'll go home during one of the house
shows, but I don't see that happening. You don't annoy or repulse me like
those assholes did.”
No he just
lit her on fire with kisses that made her feel like molten lava. How
ironic considering one of her nicknames was Lava. Lavani took another
long swig of her wine and moved her feet back and forth since they dangled off
the tombstone. When she shivered, Taker
sat upright and wrapped an arm around her, drawing her against him.
“I'm a
furnace, remember?” Taker teased, honestly not bothered by the cold even though
he was only wearing his leather vest. He suddenly remembered his whiskey and
retrieved the bottle from where he had set it on the stone, taking a long pull
from the bottle and then offered it to her. “It'll warm ya up.” He drawled
mischievously.
Lavani knew
something else that would warm her up and immediately stopped that train of
thought, staring back at the bottle of whiskey. She had wine,
but...Lavani had to take this edge off somehow and reached for it. She
took a long swig and winced slightly at the burning liquid before handing it
back to him.
“You are a
bad influence on me.” Lavani commented with a smirk, leaning further against
him and could already feel her body heating up immensely. Pretty soon she
would need to remove her sweatshirt, the liquor combined with what she
currently felt and being this close to him feeling like an inferno.
At that, he
snorted. “Somethin' tells me you've always been a deviant, you've just been
hidin' it.”
Taker caught
the gleam of amber just at the corner of her mouth and without even thinking,
bent down to kiss the spot, the tip of his tongue flicking out to catch the
drop. A low rumble escaped his chest as
he slowly pulled his face away, green eyes moving to molten gold. Lavani blinked when he did that, not
expecting it and the surprise showed in her toffee eyes. He wasn't making
this easy for her at all. She briefly wondered if Taker knew what he was
doing and purposefully trying to push her buttons, to see what made her tick.
“Taker...”
She sighed softly when he suddenly pulled her into his arms, kissing the breath
right out of her.
Chapter 10
Lavani
couldn't pull or push him away, returning the kiss, both of them tasting the
whiskey from each other and that just intensified it somehow. Growling against her lips, he pulled Lavani
onto his lap, drawing her legs around his waist, his hands moving to run up and
down her back, feeling her body melting against his, which only served to fan
the flames. All night long those kisses
from earlier had been lingering at the edge of his mind and he was done trying
to ignore it or forget it had happened.
Taker wanted
her and, from the way she was kissing him, he knew she wanted him. Trailing his kisses down her jaw to her
throat, his goatee brushed against her supple skin as his hand skimmed up the
back of her shirt, feeling her warm skin against his palm. Her brain was screaming at her that this was
wrong, it was unprofessional, unethical and morally degrading while her heart
told her simply to go with it.
Everything
about this was potential disaster.
Lavani had
already slept with one wrestler on the roster and really didn't want to sleep
with another, but this was the Undertaker...The Undertaker...The man who hurt
and used people to get ahead... “No.” Lavani pulled back from him, swallowing
incredibly hard and touched her neck, trembling from head to toe.
It was a
mixture of fear and desire, her toffee eyes darkened and clouded over. It took a moment for that to penetrate his
lust ridden mind and all he could do was stare down at her, his mind struggling
to override his body. Even though the
desire did not diminish in the slightest from his gaze, the haze did give way
to clarity and obvious displeasure and disappointment.
“No,
darlin'?” Taker rumbled, his voice low and rough, and when she shifted as if to
get off of his lap, his hands moved from under her shirt to her waist, holding
her steady. “I wouldn't do that just yet...” He’d just lift her upright, he did
not need her sliding.
“Look it's
obvious there's sexual tension between us and...I'm not sure where it's coming
from, but we have enough issues to deal with. We don't need to complicate
things anymore than what they already are. I'm not gonna lie, I do want
you.” If he couldn't see that, the man was more deluded and blind than Lavani
ever thought because it clearly registered in her eyes and body posture.
She was still trembling from just one kiss, no man had ever affected her this
way, this rapidly. “We just need to focus on the Faction for now and wait until
everything blows over with them.”
It was a lame
excuse, Lavani admitted it, but that was all she could come up. What was
she supposed to say? That she wanted to have sex with him, but was
terrified from days gone by and of the man he used to be? No, that
wouldn't go over well and the last thing Lavani wanted to do was anger this man
who had given her an out with the Faction.
She owed him
everything.
Taker
considered her words, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully. “Lavani, I want you, you
want me, and at the moment: I could give a fuck less about focusin' on the
McMahons and their little posse.” Taker said finally, bluntly, being completely
honest with her.
He didn't
comment on the complication thing, knowing that would be the quickest way to
fuck up any chance of any type of relationship between them. Men were usually able to think strictly with
their dicks, women...another story entirely.
If he said 'things won't get complicated if we keep it strictly sex',
she'd probably co-cock him one and call him an insensitive bastard, which he
was.
“Of course
you don't and I don't blame you. But I am not the type of woman to just
jump into bed with someone. I've been down the road of having a one
nightstand and it doesn't feel too good. The whole 'no strings attached'
scenario, that's not me.” Lavani was being blunt and brutally honest with him
now, knowing that's how Taker was as she stared down at her lap. “I don't wanna
ruin what we have right now, though I'm not even sure what that is. Sex
will just complicate everything, it's best if we just remain friends or co-workers
or whatever you wanna call it.”
The last
thing Lavani needed was complication in this situation because she relied and
depended on him to protect her.
“Well... if
that's how you feel, darlin'.” Taker said, nodding his head once to show he had
heard and received the message. After a
moment of silence that wasn't awkward, but not exactly comfortable either, he
finally raised her off his lap and set her down on the ground before standing
up, towering over her. “Come on, Vani, it's gettin' late.” He stated gently,
emptying out the rest of his whiskey, knowing drinking tonight was definitely
not in the cards. Silence reigned as they picked their way back down to the
fence, finally coming to a halt at his Titan. “Darlin', one thing though,” He
added, pausing to help her onto the seat. “I will change your mind.”
Lavani merely
smiled back at him, knowing there was no hard feelings between them. “Wouldn't
expect to hear anything less from you, Taker.” She said, not agreeing or
disagreeing with him because she knew firsthand just how persuasive this man
could be.
Lavani
definitely had a challenge ahead of her and it was probably going to be the
hardest one of her life. When he just smirked and mounted in front of
her, Lavani wrapped her arms around his waist as he took off from the
cemetery. She hoped she made the right decision in pulling away from him,
suddenly wondering just what he would do and how far he would go to try
changing her mind.
Taker could
always take what he wanted. He had in
the past and worry about consequences later.
Even though she would say no at first, that would quickly change to a
chorus of yes. However...Lavani was
presenting him with a challenge AND he genuinely liked her so far, so...
seduction it would be. And she had
already given him a leg up, sharing rooms, traveling together...her altering
her schedule to his...the woman had given him plenty of future opportunities to
change her mind.
~!~
When the
Faction arrived back in their locker room, after having their asses handed to
them by the Undertaker, Vince noticed a manila envelope sitting on the nearby
couch. His blood boiled as he went through the paperwork, not believing
the audacity of Lavani. Did she have any idea who she was messing with?
“Daddy, what is that?” Stephanie demanded, walking over to him, eyes widening.
“Are those-”
Vince nodded, gritting his teeth and slammed the paperwork down on the couch.
“That little bitch is going to pay.”
Hunter
narrowed his eyes, looking over the papers as well, snorting. “She has the
schedules done until...tonight...” That meant starting tomorrow, they would
have to do their own scheduling and that didn't bode well with anyone. “What
the fuck, Vince?!”
Jesse started
to wonder if Lavani had a death wish, frowning.
“That bitch
has some brass balls...” Sean muttered, rubbing the back of his sore head,
having been knocked down not once, not twice, but three times total. “Wait,
until tonight?”
“Which means,” Billy chimed in. “We're going to have to figure out what comes
tomorrow, hotels, all of it...” He groaned, knowing damn well what a hassle
that shit was.
He hadn't
missed doing that stuff at all. These
idiots were more concerned about their schedules and not the fact that Lavani
was with the freaking UNDERTAKER. Talk
about priorities being messed the hell up.
Jesse was giving serious thought to retiring to a nice tropic island and
becoming a pot farmer.
~!~
Lavani could
be evil when she wanted to be and decided to let the Faction handle everything
after Raw that night. It'd been two weeks since Lavani's defection and
she'd never been happier. Taker's schedule was quickly becoming full with
appearances, autograph signings and more house shows.
Taker was
full-time, back and better than ever.
He was also
trailing after the WWF championship, which meant they had to deal with the
Faction on multiple occasions. Lavani always made sure to stay by Taker's
side and when he went out to battle in the ring, she stayed in the back either
in the cafeteria with other people around or with Adam and Jay. Taker refused to have her out there because
he didn't want to be distracted or have to worry about protecting her.
“You're still outta your mind, Lava.”
“Yeah apparently she forgot just what kind of man Taker really is and he
DOESN'T reek of awesomeness.”
“I hope he doesn't hear you say that, Adam. You might end up having your
vocal cords ripped out of your ass.”
“Whoa,
LavaBean, that was way too graphic, totally NOT cool!” Adam said, his eyes
wide.
“Why would you even THINK that let alone suggest it? Dude, seriously not cool.” Jay added,
smirking when she groaned, knowing she was about two second away from smacking
them both upside their blond heads. It
wouldn't be the first time and probably not the last. “All joking
aside...totally serious here, have you lost your mind?”
“No shit, have you?”
“You know,
everyone keeps asking me that and all I can say is I'm happy. I'm
content. I don't have migraines on a daily basis, I don't have to deal
with shrieking and shrill voices. I don't have to deal with dick jokes
and honestly, it's not that bad.” Lavani shrugged when they both just stared at
her like fishes out of water, laughing softly. “So if it means I've lost my
mind to work for a man who is well respected and doesn't annoy the shit out of
me to where I wanna kill him, then I guess I have. Now please stop asking
me, you two worked for the man. Why are you so surprised that I would
choose to defect from the Faction after everything that's happened?”
Adam began
shaking his head. “No, no, no, no, LavaBean, that's not what we're
questioning. It's-”
“The Undertaker part we're worried about.
We don't blame you for leaving those assholes, we're just surprised you
didn't do it sooner.”
“Yeah, what my bro said. It's the
Undertaker part. You do remember him,
right?”
“Respected? Most certainly. Why?
Not only because he's...well, the Undertaker, but also because-”
“He's evil, insane, devious...did I mention evil?”
They had a
point and Lavani wasn't denying it, nodding at Jay, hating them right now for
being right. “I know who he is, yes. I remember everything he did back
then...
So you
remember what he did to Ryan, right?” Adam asked, sitting down beside Lavani
and took her hand in his. “That shit was scary and we had to be part of it.”
Jay shivered
at the memory of Ryan screaming bloody murder while they beat her brother to a
pulp, Taker ripping Ryan up by her blonde hair and calling her a slut.
That wasn't all that happened either, though most of it was off-screen. “If you
only knew what she went through...”
Lavani didn't
want to hear anymore of this and stood up abruptly, trying not to think about
her friend being tormented by the Ministry of Darkness. “I really don't want to
know. She refused to tell me even after all of her therapy sessions,
which she still goes to. I don't need to know what happened to her.
He hasn't done anything to me and, until he does, there's no reason for me to
fear him.”
“It might be too late by then, Lavani, have you thought about that?”
Adam made a
good point and Jay looked up at Lavani to see what her response would be, even
though he did elbow his best friend in the ribs for the remark. No one wanted to think about the 'what if
it's too late' factor. In her case, that
was just multiplied by a million times past the usual mild worry about said if
factor.
“All I'm saying is that we all know what a devious bastard he is...and we want
you to be safe, Lavani. Preferably far,
far away from him.”
Adam
definitely agreed with that.
“Well I'm
sorry to disappoint both of you, but that's not going to happen.” Lavani
informed them in a cool voice, toffee eyes narrowed. “I understand that you're
worried about me and I appreciate it, but this is not 1999 and you're no longer
in the Ministry...” She looked up when a tap sounded at the locker room door
and Taker stepped in, shooting quick warning looks at both Adam and Jay to keep
their mouths shut. “Done with your match I take it?”
Taker nodded,
green eyes fastened on the blondes, wondering just what the hell they were
doing here. During the Ministry era,
they were tolerable, mostly because they had had a purpose. These days however...they were twice as
annoying and much less useful.
“Hello boys.”
He drawled, just to watch them both shirk back as if his voice was somehow
going to beat their asses.
Adam and Jay
exchanged looks, that was their cue to hit the pavement. “Good seeing you,
Lavani.”
“Yep, gotta do it again sometimes, but uh, we're-”
“Late, really
late, got to go.”
Lavani shook
her head at them and went back to looking over Taker's schedule, making a few
notes, while the boys ran out of the locker room like their asses were on fire.
“Idiots.” She grunted and tried not thinking about what Adam and Jay said
regarding Ryan.
Lavani lived
in the same area as Ryan did, so they got together every once in awhile to
catch up on things. They never talked about the past or the WWF, Ryan
shut down whenever it was mentioned so Lavani learned to stay away from those
topics. Why did Adam and Jay have to put doubts into her mind?
“Don't ask.”
She stated when Taker kept staring at her questioningly and refused to tell him
what her conversation with Adam and Jay entailed.
“That an
order or a suggestion, darlin'?” He asked, still in the same drawling tone,
walking over to peer over her shoulder. “You scheduled me for the same event
twice, in the same time slot...” He pointed out, knowing that was a onetime
deal only thing and watched as she reached for the white out to fix it. Now he knew something was wrong, Lavani did
not make mistakes. “They upset you?” Because if they had, he was going to
string them up by their blond hair and let them hang until gravity did its work
before scalping them with their own body weight.
“No not
really, just voiced their opinions on some things.”
Lavani
couldn't let what those boys bother her, especially when she was at work doing
Taker's schedule. She was a master at her job and making mistakes simply
wasn't optional. She always double checked her work so she would've
caught her mistake before it was sent away to be processed.
“Thanks.” She
murmured when he handed her bottled water, even being nice enough to unscrew
the cap for her. “I missed your match, did you win?”
At that, he
blatantly snorted, dropping down onto the bench with his own bottle of water.
“Course I did.” Taker grunted, unscrewing it before draining it in one long
swallow. Crushing the bottle in his
fist, he tossed it into the trash can across the room before leaning back
against the wall and wiped excess water off his chin with the back of his hand.
“So...what were their opinions on these 'some things'?”
“You're not
going to let this go are you?” Lavani sighed as she just stared at her and decided
to go for a little white lie, deciding she liked Adam and Jay far too much to
be crushed by Taker. “Their tag team championship match that's coming up at the
pay-per-view. They're feuding with Jesse and Billy and wanted to bitch
about them a little to me since we mutually hate them. As much as I
enjoyed it, they annoyed me a little too. That doesn't mean you need to
go and knock their teeth out either, they're my friends and friends are allowed
to annoy me sometimes.”
That just got
her another derisive snort. He sat
upright and shrugged off the damp soaked denim vest he wore, letting it drop to
the floor. Leaning back against the
wall, Taker groaned in satisfaction as the cool concrete came into contact with
bare skin.
“I'll
remember that the next time I decide to be annoyin', friends are sometimes
allowed to annoy friends.” Of course, what he was planning on doing wouldn't
really classify as annoying, she'd probably like it. “We're going out for
dinner tonight, no more takeout brought back to the room.” He announced out of
the blue, smirking when she looked up at him.
This was
definitely unexpected, Lavani just blinked up at him and slowly nodded,
standing up from the bench she occupied. “Alright...” She hated it when he put
her on the spot like this because Lavani never knew what Taker had
planned. The man was very hard to read. “Should I change then?”
Taker
informed her they were going back to the place they were staying at, giving her
the option to change clothes if she so desired.
It was another small secluded room that was above a bar, just like the
one he took her to his first night back in the WWF. Packing up her things, Lavani followed Taker
out of the dressing room, her conversation with Adam and Jay temporarily
forgotten.
Chapter 11
He hadn't
forgotten about her conversation with Dumb and Dumber, more than slightly
curious about what they had said to annoy her.
But...he wouldn't press the issue, not right now at least, there'd be
plenty of time for that later. Taker was
aware of all eyes on them as they walked down the hallway and reached back to
take Lavani's hand. Pulling her so she
was walking alongside him and not behind him, Taker made sure that these nosy
fuckers took note of that fact.
Lavani smiled
and looked up at him, opening her mouth to say something, only to immediately
close it as Vince McMahon approached them. This wasn't good. She
hadn't really spoken to any members of the Faction since her defection.
Taker squeezed her hand reassuringly and all Lavani could do was squeeze it in
return, letting him know she trusted him to protect her. Unless Vince
asked her something directly, Lavani was just going to keep her mouth shut and
let Taker do the talking, or ass kicking, whichever came about.
Vince halted
right before them, well...not right before them, a few feet away. Out of Taker's considerable arm reach, his
eyes slowly moving over them both, noting the way their hands were clasped.
“So, your decision to...resign wasn't something personal against us so much
as...personal for other reasons?” Vince asked, in what would have been a polite
tone of voice if people didn't know him.
He was fishing for information.
“And it matters why?”
“Well I just
find it rather interesting how your first night back here in the WWF, you
automatically gun for...her.” Vince pointed his finger at Lavani, beady eyes
narrowed. “And I'm curious as to why that is.” Vince hadn't forgotten all the
times Taker approached him with the idea of bringing Lavani on-screen and using
her in the Ministry. He turned down Taker at every turn, even going so
far as to put his own daughter in jeopardy, thankfully Stephanie forgave him
for it. “Though I'm also not surprised considering she's the one you really
wanted back then...”
Lavani raised
a slow eyebrow, wondering what Vince was talking about.
Now that was
something Vince should have probably kept to himself because Taker could
already see this issue becoming a headache between him and Lavani. His upper lip curved into a sneer. Before Vince could take even half a step
backwards, he had picked his 'boss' up by the throat and slammed him back
against the nearest wall.
“You just
don't know when to keep that fat trap of yours shut, do ya?” He growled, green
eyes flashing demonically.
“So she
doesn't know...” Vince wheezed out, his eyes wide with fright, knowing he
overstepped his boundaries. “She...has the right...” He groaned when Taker
slammed his head back against the wall, still having his pencil neck in a tight
grip, even through the pain a sick smile was formed on his lips.
Lavani was
more confused than ever, not understanding what was going on. She was
suddenly shoved hard to the side, slamming against the wall shoulder first,
wincing. “Taker!” She managed to shout out just as Hunter cracked him over the
back with a steel chair.
“Get him Hunter!!” Stephanie shrieked from the side, rushing over to Vince as
soon as Taker dropped him, letting her husband deal with Taker.
Lavani could
only watch in horror while holding her shoulder, fighting back tears that
formed in her eyes from the pain. The
chair shot didn't faze him, not with all the anger that was already flowing
through his veins. The subsequent chair
shots made him go from pissed off to feeling pretty murderous and he turned on
one knee to catch the chair before Hunter could bring it down again. Gritting his teeth, Taker pushed himself to
his feet, ignoring what was soon going to become an ache in his shoulders as he
grappled with the smaller, but so far uninjured man, for the chair.
“Get him! Get that bastard!” Vince
ordered, still holding his throat. “Where the hell are the others? Put him down!
Put that son of a bitch out!”
She couldn't
watch this happen to Taker, it wasn't right. Vince had approached and
provoked them! Fighting through the pain, Lavani stumbled over to where
Hunter was and dropped the man by jamming her arm right in between his legs.
Stephanie
gaped, blue eyes widening. “You BITCH!!” She shrieked, rushing over and slapped
Lavani across the face as hard as she could.
Lavani
stumbled back holding her face and spit some blood out on the floor from her
split lip before slapping Stephanie, suddenly tackling her to the floor.
“Shit!!” Vince cursed when Taker suddenly had a hold of the steel chair, not
believing Lavani attacked his daughter, and yanked Stephanie away from Lavani,
who ended up slapping Stephanie once more for good measure. “Let's go, we have
to go NOW!”
Lavani glared
hatefully at the wailing Stephanie while Taker slammed the steel chair down on
Hunter, wiping more blood from her lip.
He brought the chair down one more time on Hunter before looking up at
Lavani, eyes narrowing at the sight of blood on her lips, some of it trailing
down her chin. Her face was red and when
he looked down the hallway, Vince was dragging Stephanie away, who was already
bruising. His own blood now boiling, he
kicked Hunter in the ribs with the point of his boot before dropping the chair.
Vince was
really regretting his big mouth when Taker turned to stare them down, more
specifically his daughter, pretty sure the evil intentions Taker had in mind
weren't of the marrying kind this time.
“I'm
alright...” Lavani whispered as Taker turned his attention to her, checking her
over and hissed out when he touched her shoulder. “It's just bruised.” Lavani
knew if it was dislocated, she wouldn't be able to move her shoulder at all,
not to mention tackling the Billion Dollar Princess. “Are you okay?” She
smacked him gently on the arm when he snorted, frowning. “Don't do that, don't
act tough right now.” She didn't even realize blood had ran down her chin until
Taker wiped it away, snaking her tongue out to run across the gash in her lip,
thanks to Stephanie’s acrylic nail.
She was
hiding something and it took only moments before his sharp eyes noted the way
her shoulder just didn't look right. “What happened?” Taker demanded, placing a
hand on the small of her back, pulling her closer to him. When she murmured that she thought it might
be dislocated, he bit back the rage that welled up, knowing that would probably
be Hunter's doing. Stephanie had a mean
bitch slap, but he didn't see her dislocating someone's shoulder. “Want me to
put it back for you?” He offered, watching as she tongued the gash, which only
made it bleed more.
“I don't
think it-FUCK!” Lavani cried out in pain when a sickening POP resonated around
them, though her shoulder already felt better. Taker had popped it back
into place while distracting her talking to him. “You son of a bitch...” She
whispered, no malice in her voice, but Lavani definitely didn't expect him to
do that. “Could've at least warned me before you did that.”
“Why? So your mind could get your body worked up
and make it hurt worse than it actually does?” Taker said, calmly, as if she
hadn't just called him a son of a bitch. “Feels better now don't it.” It wasn't
even a question, of course it felt better, he knew that from experience, having
had his own share of dislocated limbs. “Come on, let's get out of here before
they decide to regroup or somethin'.” He pulled the bandana off his head from
where it had slid down and offered it to her, side that hadn't been touching
his hair up. “For your lip.”
“It's not that
bad...” Lavani sighed when he put the bandana against her lip, not realizing it
was still bleeding, but the flow had slowed down immensely.
Tears had
poured from her eyes when Taker set her shoulder back into place, so Lavani
knew she looked like a mess. Not to mention Stephanie was a feisty bitch
when she needed to be and didn't go down easily. Taker guided Lavani
toward his motorcycle and hopped on, pulling her to simply sit in front of
him.
He was
worried about her, that much was obvious and Lavani found it both heartwarming
and sexy. So he was capable of caring for someone other than himself,
Lavani thought, and leaned back against his chest as Taker took off from the
parking lot into the night. He wouldn't
lie, Taker was hoping that with everything that happened after he slammed Vince
into that wall, she'd forget that the old man had been shooting off at the
mouth.
He'd begin to
distract her if she brought it up again, the woman was sometimes too smart for
her own good. He was still livid about
Vince, Hunter and Stephanie, but vengeance would wait. Anticipation would only make it worse for
them and he smirked wickedly, knowing they'd be expecting him around every
corner.
Once they
arrived where they were staying, Lavani started walking inside when Taker
stopped her, sweeping her up into his arms. “You know I can walk right?
My legs work just fine.” Lavani giggled at his derisive snort and leaned her
head against his shoulder, carrying her up the stairs.
She was
worried about Taker, knowing those vile chair shots Hunter gave him had to have
some kind of effect and it showed in her toffee eyes. Now that the adrenaline was wearing off, he
was becoming aware of the fact that his own shoulders and back hurt and
wouldn't be surprised in the least if they were beyond basic bruised. At least nothing was dislocated, evidence of
that being he hadn't dropped her down the stairs. Once they were in their room, he set her down
and reached for the light, automatically peering at her lip. It had stopped bleeding, probably because she
had stopped playing with the cut.
“How's the
shoulder?”
“Sore.”
She waited
until he sat down beside her before moving to sit on her knees behind him,
wanting to check over his back. He'd been nailed multiple times with that
chair from Hunter, Lavani gritting her teeth at the memory. Reaching up,
Lavani slowly pulled the leather vest off Taker had on, removing it for him and
gasped at the sight of his deeply bruised back.
“Oh Taker...”
Lavani stopped him from turning around, gently running her nails down his back
and blinked as a few tears slid down her cheeks. “Damn them...You need
ice. Stay put.” She ordered, standing up from the bed and headed into the
kitchen area of the room.
Thankful they
had a refrigerator that had Taker's ice packs he traveled with. She took
one out, wrapped it up in a towel and walked back over to take her place behind
him, beginning to run it around his broad back.
He gestured for her to stop and then lay out on the bed, face down,
folding his arms under his head and felt the ice being applied.
“Darlin', why
don't you just break out all the ice packs and pile them on? Then you wouldn't have to do that.” Taker
offered, much preferring her way but also knowing she needed to tend to her
face. “Take one for your face, it'll get the swellin' down.”
Stephanie
needed slapped...again and he knew if he ever did it, her head would snap
off. But he wasn't a woman beater, not
yet anyway. Then he remembered seeing
the Princess's face, bruising only moments after Lavani had gotten her.
“Remind me to
never piss ya off...” He drawled softly. “You got one hell of a swing.”
“Yeah well,
I'm not a fighter usually. But when I saw what Hunter was doing to you, I
don't know...Something snapped. I reacted.”
Lavani was a
lover, not a fighter, but when it came to people she cared about and loved, all
bets were off. She didn't love Taker.
She cared a great deal for him though and refused to let him get beat
down at the hands of that egomaniac Hunter Hearst Helmsley.
“I'll be
right back.” Lavani whispered in his ear before pulling away to go get the rest
of the ice packs, not worried about her face at the moment. She had to
get the swelling in Taker's back down, knowing he was going to be in a lot of
pain tomorrow. She ran out of towels and just spread the towels all over
his back before placing the ice packs on top of them. “How's that?” She also
had a cup of water with some ibuprofen, slipping two of them in his mouth,
knowing it would also help bring the swelling down.
“Thank you.”
He murmured, staring at her face. “You best have saved one for yourself.” He
ordered, reaching out to lightly brush his fingers down the swollen cheek, not
surprised that the swelling was in the vague shape of a hand. When Lavani didn't give a very clear answer,
he began pushing himself up. “Woman...”
Oh that was
hurting now, his bruised muscles screaming in protest. Steel chairs looked like they hurt from the
viewer's perspective, and they did indeed, but the blows were usually
lightened. Hunter had not swung that chair lightly at all and he really hoped
he had clipped that bastard's head, pretty sure he had.
“Get down
here.” Taker ordered, gesturing to the bed and twisted enough to send an ice
pack down his side, catching it and holding it out.
“You need it
more than I do.” Lavani protested, grunting when he yanked her down gently but
firmly by the wrist, sighing resignedly. “Fine, have it your way stubborn ass.”
She mumbled, taking the ice pack and placed it against her cheek and mouth, big
enough to cover both areas.
She'd already
popped ibuprofen to help with the swelling, her head turned to face him, both
of them just staring into each other's eyes. Now that they were both relaxed
for the most part, Lavani started thinking back to what Vince said, wondering
what he was referring to. She was the one he wanted back then...What the
hell did that mean? Lavani wanted to ask Taker, but now wasn't the right
time. All things considered, Taker was
feeling pretty relaxed, minus his back, which was well on its way to becoming
pleasantly numb.
“So much for
going out tonight.” Taker snorted, rolling his eyes, wondering if the universe
was on her side and against any designs he may have had on Lavani. “And who the
hell are you callin' stubborn woman?
You're stubborn enough to make a mule seem tame.”
“My
stubbornness has nothing on you, Taker.” She retorted swiftly and pulled the
ice pack from her cheek and mouth, wincing slightly. “It's okay, we can go out
tomorrow night.” Lavani smiled at him, letting him know it looked worse than it
felt. “Get some rest.”
A strand of hair fell over his face and Lavani
tucked it behind his ear, worry in her eyes. Even though he was just
bruised, that still didn't stop her from worrying about him. The Faction
was going to pay for this.
“You get some
rest.” He ordered right back at her.
Using his
feet to shuck his boots onto the floor before reaching down for the blanket,
Taker tugged it up. Taker was not
usually a stomach sleeper, but...he did not see himself sleeping on his back
and doing the side thing would probably stretch pissy muscles. Grunting, he wrapped his arm around Lavani
and pulled her into his side, kissing the top of her head.
Chapter 12
Pulling up
into the parking lot and cutting the ignition, Lavani stepped out of her Toyota
Camry, heading inside the small diner. She wore a pair of jean shorts
with a blue tank top that had a glittering silver skull on the front, her hair
left down with blue tennis shoes. Her toffee eyes searched the diner and
Lavani smiled when she spotted the person she was searching for, heading in
their direction. It'd been awhile since Lavani last did this and it felt
great.
“Hey girl.”
She greeted, pulling her black shades from her eyes and placed them on top of
her head.
“Do you have any idea how hard it is getting you all to myself?”
Lavani
laughed and embraced her good friend, Ryan Shamrock, it'd been a few months
since they last saw each other. “Yeah well, that's what happens when you have a
job that requires traveling two hundred and eighty plus days out of the year.”
Ryan snorted,
still not believing her friend actually stuck with the WWF and both women took
their seats, ordering some drinks to start off with. “So how the hell have you
been?”
“You wouldn't believe it if I told you.”
“Well you'll
never know until you tell me.” Ryan teased, flicking her hair back behind her
shoulder as she traced patterns on the table top with her long fingers,
studying Lavani thoughtfully. She would
never ever go back to the WWF, but wasn't going to try to talk Lavani into
quitting, knowing her friend had built herself a career. “Well? Spill.” She ordered, pulling her hands back
when the waitress returned with their drinks. “Thank you.”
“Are you sure
you wanna know?” Lavani was surprised that Ryan was actually interested in what
was going on in her life, considering 99% of it had to do with the WWF.
Hell everything revolved around that company and Lavani wouldn't want it any
other way, especially lately. “Before I tell you, promise me you will keep an
open mind and you won't freak out.” When Ryan nodded and did a crossed heart
motion, Lavani suddenly became nervous and took a sip of her drink. “I defected
from the Faction, the McMahons.” Ryan didn't watch the show, so she had no idea
that Lavani was now on-screen as well as in the back. “I found someone else to
work for, someone who respects me and doesn't have constant dick jokes that
make me wanna retch.”
Ryan
understood about…eighty five percent of that.
She did not
watch the WWF and if people tried to talk to her about it, she normally changed
the conversation topic or simply walked away. With Lavani, that was practically
her life and it had taken Ryan a long time to reconcile that fact. She valued
her friendship with Vani so...she dealt with the unpleasant WWF aspect.
“Okay, the
Faction is the McMahon's and you are no longer working for them?” She asked,
nodding when Lavani nodded her assent. “And you found someone to work for who
isn't an ass? Alright, where's the part
I was supposed to freak out over? That
doesn't sound bad.”
“It's the
person I'm working for that you might think is bad.”
There was no
might about it, Undertaker had completely destroyed Ryan when the Ministry
abducted her. Lavani knew something bad must've happened to her friend to
react the way she had, but it wasn't her business. Honestly, she was
afraid that if she knew what really happened to Ryan she would end up despising
Taker.
“Remember to
breathe.” She reminded Ryan, who just nodded and encouraged her to continue.
“It's...the Undertaker.”
Ryan's
reaction was pretty much what anyone who knew her and even had the slightest
inkling of what she had gone through thanks to the man would expect. Her hand
jerked, sending her drink spilling all across the table and her mouth opened in
a sharp gasp, eyes widening in alarm and fear.
She remembered the Undertaker better than she cared to, having gone
through a mental breakdown because of him.
“Are...are
you crazy?” She managed to finally choke out, reaching with shaking hands for
napkins, ignoring the waitress who had come over to ask if everything was
alright. “The...HIM? Why? Why would you do that, Lavani?!”
“Because it
was my way out, Ryan.” Lavani hadn't expected anything less, knowing how much
Taker terrified Ryan and she didn't blame the woman a bit. “He changed his
look, he no longer dresses like Satan and...I enjoy being around him.” Her eyes
lowered when Ryan's jaw dropped, wishing she didn't have to talk about this
with Ryan, but that's what best friends were for. “He treats me with respect,
he doesn't annoy the shit out of me and....okay you're probably gonna keel over
when I say this, but I have to...he is an AMAZING kisser. And no I didn't
sleep with him.”
If her
freshly refilled glass hadn't been removed out of her reach, Ryan probably
would have spilled it all over the table, for the second time. He had changed his look. He respected her. And he was a great kisser. Ryan began shaking her head, inhaling through
her nose and then exhaling through her mouth.
“Vani, that
man is evil.” Ryan said in a whisper. “How do you know he's changed? How could you ever be sure?”
“I'm not,
sweetie, and I know he is. But I'm gonna tell you the same thing I told
Adam and Jay: Until he does something to make me not trust him or does
something to me, I'm not going to judge him. I don't know what he did to
you, Ryan. And I know he's evil and I should be running in the opposite
direction, but honestly, why would I run away from him when he's done nothing
to me except help me?” Lavani knew she probably wasn't making much sense to Ryan
and couldn't change the woman's mind, but nobody was going to influence her
decision when it came to Taker. “And if he is screwing with me or planning
something, I guess I'll have nobody to blame except myself.”
“If that
ain't the damn truth.” Ryan whispered, combing her fingers through her hair in
agitation before reaching for her glass, draining it in three swallows.
She didn't
know what to say, she could barely even think straight. When it came to the Undertaker, for her,
there was no white or shades of grey; everything was black. Everything he did, there was an ulterior
motive. The man didn't hold a door open
for someone without there being something behind the action. And she knew he was going to hurt Lavani but
she could see the determination in Vani's eyes, there would be persuading her
to...run.
Lavani was
going to tell Ryan about the attack from the Faction and what Vince McMahon
said, but decided against it. Ryan looked pale and Lavani knew it was her
fault, feeling horrible for her friend. Ken had tried talking to his
sister several times about what the Ministry did, but she wouldn't budge.
Lavani knew the woman was keeping everything bottled up and eventually it was
going to crush her.
Nobody could
do anything about it, Ryan was going to have to learn how to deal with what
happened before it destroyed every part of her. They had a few more
drinks and some food before Lavani parted ways with Ryan, promising to get
together soon like always. As Lavani drove home, she couldn't help
thinking about what Vince said and knew she would have to confront Taker about
it once she joined him back on the road again.
Out of
curiosity, and probably a hint of perversion, Taker had followed Lavani
home. Even for a man of his size, he
could still remain unseen if he so desired and today had been one of those
days. He had seen her enter the diner,
watched through the large window as she hugged Ryan Shamrock, which had brought
a bit of a wicked smirk to his lips.
Then he had
followed her to her house, memorizing how to get there before leaving, knowing
this was her time off and she probably wouldn't appreciate him showing up
out of the blue. Not to mention, that
would not be helping him in his goal of changing her mind about them. If Lavani knew that she was being followed by
Taker, she probably would've taken Ryan's warnings a little more
seriously.
But she was
completely clueless and blissfully unaware.
Lavani
enjoyed being home in her two bedroom house, though she couldn't help missing
Taker. She wondered what he was doing, not realizing he was a lot closer
than she thought. Sighing, Lavani curled up with a good book after a
shower in front of her small fireplace, enjoying the peacefulness that the WWF
simply couldn't provide.
~!~
Before
leaving town, Taker had decided on one last visit. When at the diner, he had noticed that it
looked like little Ryan had a total panic attack. He knew exactly what had brought THAT on,
Lavani had mentioned him. Well...as far
as he knew, Ryan had never told a soul of what had happened to her and, if she
was going to break her silence, he'd be damned if it was to Lavani of all
people.
Ryan was
feeding her Persian cat when she heard the backdoor opening, frowning because
she knew she had locked it. She seen it
was wide open and damp boot prints on her carpet...huge...prints. Before she could scream, a hand was slapped
over her mouth.
“We need to have a little chat, Ry-Ry.”
~!~
When Lavani
got a call from Ken telling her his sister had to be sedated and put in a
mental institution, Lavani was floored to say the least. Ken explained
that he'd shown up at her apartment, walked in and she was rocking back and
forth mumbling incoherently. Apparently, Ryan had completely lost her
mind and when Ken went to touch her, she flipped out and attacked him.
Lavani hung up with Ken and couldn't help crying, feeling guilty because of her
conversation earlier with Ryan. Of course, she didn't tell Ken that, Lavani
liked her head right where it was...attached.
“I'm sorry
Ryan.” She whispered softly, hoping one day her friend snapped out of whatever
state Lavani had driven her to.
Ryan had been
institutionalized, now that was... interesting.
All he had done was calmly suggest that she keep her issues to herself
and not burden Lavani with them. He
hadn't touched her other than to hold her still, hand over her mouth to keep
her quiet, that was it.
And, just in
case, he had also suggested that if she were to decide to talk to Lavani about
things that were better left unsaid...well, he might have to see that she got a
repeat experience. Apparently that had
been more than her mind could handle. Well...one
less thing for him to worry about. He'd
just pay the mental institution bill for her, anonymously of course, it was the
very least he could do.
When Lavani
joined Taker back on the road, she couldn't have been happier, all
smiles. Her cheek was healed along with her split lip for the most part,
luckily there would be no scarring. Her wardrobe had changed too, new
shirts, jeans, skirts, the works...though she did have a few tops custom made
for her to go out to the ring in with Taker. Being home was nice, but it
also got lonely very quickly and she couldn't wait to be near Taker
again. Carrying her bag into the arena, Lavani headed toward his locker
room, having spotted his Titan in the parking lot.
“LavaBean,
what happened to Ryan?” Adam demanded when he spotted her walking in, hurrying
over with Jay in tow. Everyone had heard
about it. The news had actually made
some headlines in the wrestling world given that she used to be a part of the
WWF and in one of the biggest storylines to date.
“Is she...” Jay had about to ask 'alright' but that was just dumb. “They're saying
she had a breakdown.” He whispered, his eyes wide.
This
definitely wasn't the first thing Lavani wanted to discuss as soon as she
walked inside the arena. She nodded solemnly, eyes full of worry and
sadness for their friend. “It's my fault.” She murmured, walking with them down
the hallway slowly.
“How do you figure that?”
“I had a few drinks with her like we always do every couple of months and...I
told her about what's been going on with me in the company...”
Jay blinked,
his mouth dropping open. “Why would you do that, Lava?! Knowing what he
did to her...”
“I can't
discuss this right now.” Lavani really didn't need to be reminded of how evil
and sadistic Taker was back in the day. “Please, I know whatever happened to
her was horrible and I really don't need a history lesson. I have to work
and co-exist with this man and I don't need my head filled with doubts.”
“Sweetheart,
how can there be any doubt? Ryan went
back to the mental hospital...”
Jay shut up,
realizing what he had been about to say.
‘Because you merely mentioned the guy’ would have probably gotten him a
slap right upside the head. He hadn't
even finished the sentence and yet Adam apparently knew what he had almost said
because as soon as the thought of getting backhanded upside the skull crossed
his mind, Adam popped him one.
“Damn it!” He
growled, rubbing the now throbbing spot.
“We just worry about you, Lavani.” Adam said, seriousness and concern etched in
his eyes and face. “It's our job, we're your friends.”
“Just say
what you were going to say, Jay. Go ahead. She ended up in a mental
institution because of the topic of our conversation.” Tears stung her toffee
eyes and Lavani suddenly didn't want to be around them, knowing that's exactly
what they thought, Jay anyway. “Just leave me alone and stop bringing up the
past. It's not my fault what happened to her and I told her because I
didn't want her finding out by flipping on Raw one of these nights and seeing
me out there with him. I never meant for her to...lose it the way she
did...I have to go.” Lavani brushed past both of them and headed to the nearest
women's bathroom, trying to stop the tears from falling and was unsuccessful.
“Good job,
idiot.” Adam sighed, smacking Jay upside the head for a second time.
Jay didn't
even bother retaliating, knowing he had deserved that. Him and his big mouth. “Think we should-”
“Follow her? No. I think we should leave her the hell
alone. You've already made her cry.”
“HAS he now?”
Jay's eyes
flew open when they both heard Taker's voice behind them, swallowing hard.
“H-Hey Deadman...” He looked over at Adam, silently telling him now would be a
good time to run.
“Uhhh we gotta go.” Adam started pulling Jay with him down the hallway, both
noticing the deadly gleam in Taker's eyes and hoped Lavani knew what she was
doing.
“N-Nice seeing you...” When Taker started advancing toward them, Jay fled down
the hallway with Adam, acting like their pants were on fire.
Taker simply
shook his head, not bothering to chase after them. He'd catch up with them eventually, they
couldn't run forever. Sighing, he leaned
back against the wall and folded his arms over his chest, simply waiting for
Lavani to come out of the bathroom. He
had been right, she thought it was her fault Ryan had gone into the mental
institution.
That
was...amusing as hell.
Chapter 13
Lavani
finally stepped out ten minutes later, having been waiting for the swelling to
go down from crying and washed her face. She was back to her smiling
self, even though Jay and Adam had really upset her with the Ryan
situation. She stopped at the sight of Taker leaning against the wall,
smiling at him.
“Hey, I was
on my way to find you.” She said, walking over to him and stared up into his
eyes through the black shades, wondering if he missed her as much as she missed
him.
He returned
the smile, pushing away from the wall in order to walk over to her, noting just
the faintest pink rimming her eyes. “Seen your friends scamperin' off...” Taker
said, trailing off before shrugging, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and
guiding her down the hallway towards his dressing room. “How was the time off?”
He was going
to play dumb about the Ryan thing, wondering if she would bring it up,
seriously doubting she would though. He
honestly didn't care about that. Taker
had sent a fat check to the hospital to cover expenses for quite some time,
time to move on to more important things.
“It was
alright, kinda boring though.” She lied smoothly, leaning against his side and
smiled when he took her bags from her.
There was no
way Lavani could ever tell him about her association with Ryan Shamrock.
That would just open up a can of worms that was better left sealed shut.
The news of Ryan being institutionalized had spread like wildfire. Only Adam and Jay knew, to Lavani's
knowledge, that she was close with Ryan and had remained in contact with the
woman after all this time.
“Any problems
while I was gone?”
“Now darlin',
why would there be problems?” He asked, cocking an eyebrow down at her
quizzically. “I've managed so far on my own, I think a few days without you...I
can handle.” Because telling her the truth: Stalking her back to the town she
lived in, spying, discovering where she lived and then deciding to drop in on
an old pal, who coincidentally, he may have also sent back to the nuthouse…was
just not an option. “Enjoy your time off?”
“I meant with
the Faction, so sorry for asking.” She shot back sarcastically, wondering if
his back was healed from those chair shots, but decided not to ask. “I'm glad
you can handle yourself, wouldn't want you getting attached to my services
after all.” Lavani winked, slipping away from Taker once they were in his
dressing room, grabbing the new paperwork that would have his new schedule on
it.
“Hmm…your
services are very...enticin'.” Taker drawled, watching as she peered over the
paperwork before bending over the table to immediately begin fixing something
she apparently didn't like. Very
enticing indeed. “I took a few days off myself, so anything they were up too...
it had nothin' to do with me.” So far as he knew and if they were smart, it
wouldn't.
“I'm sure
they are.”
Taker took
time off, so that meant he probably went back to Houston. Lavani lived in
the same city as him, but that was information he didn't need to know.
She didn't want the man thinking she was stalking him or something when, the
truth was, she'd lived in Houston for years, even before she came to the
WWF. When he bent down behind her to read over the schedule, Lavani could
feel his hot breath on her neck and ear. The man was distracting her on
purpose and definitely not playing fair.
“I didn't
screw up again did I?”
His green
eyes skimmed the paper slowly, taking his time though he had already read it
once and noted there were no mistakes.
She was on top of her game tonight, which all things considered, was
surprising. “No darlin, you did not, but it never hurts to have a fresh set of
eyes double checkin'.” Taker murmured, turning his face towards her, eyes
fastening in on her pulse point, wondering just how fast her heart was
currently going.
“Can't argue
with you there.” Lavani murmured and felt her mouth go dry suddenly because it
felt as though he was burning a hole right through the side of her neck.
Lavani had to
be strong though and started jotting down a few notes, mostly for herself so
she didn't forget certain details about Taker. There was still a lot to
learn, but so far the man wasn't that complex, only liking a few things done a
certain way. Unlike the McMahons, who constantly changed their minds
about what they wanted on a daily basis and drove her to the brink of
insanity...not in a good way. Feeling his lips barely brush against her
pulse point, Lavani was sure her heart stopped for a complete second and had to
close her eyes to fight back full body shivers.
“You're
distracting me and I need to get this done, Deadman.” She pointed out softly,
not daring to look at him because, if she did, Lavani would end up attacking.
“Darlin', I'm
sure those papers can wait a moment or two.” He murmured huskily, though when
she dug her elbow back against his midsection, he stepped away, chuckling under
his breath. “Alright then, be that way.”
He'd leave
her alone, for now, knowing this wasn't exactly the right place to be
insinuating anything. Walking away,
Taker went to the opposite side of the dressing room and peeled off his shirt,
tossing it over a chair before focusing on an invisible opponent, throwing his
fists out. Preshow warm-up via
shadowboxing and it also kept him from attacking her.
This man was
out to kill her, Lavani simply knew it. He was on the other side of the
damn room not bothering her physically, but was doing it mentally. She
couldn't help glancing up from her paperwork to watch him shadow box, his
flying fists sending shivers down her back because they eluded deadly
strength. And not to mention his bare chest...Lavani was delving in her
own personal hell and unless she had sex with him, it would only get worse.
‘Not
happening.’ She thought, a change of panties and cold shower in order as soon
as they arrived back in their motel room.
Taker had
actually splurged a bit, apparently tired of the rooms above bars and decided
on a motel on the far outskirts of town.
Soon, he was working up a decent sweat, his chest, shoulder blades and
arms glistening. Green eyes were
narrowed, focusing on what he was doing, though at the same time, he was very
aware of Lavani's presence. It was
rather hard not to be and it didn't help that he could practically feel her
eyes on him. Finally he stopped, rolling
his shoulders back a few times before picking up a towel, using it on the back
of his neck.
“Not finished
with that paperwork yet, darlin'?” If she hadn't been eyeballing him like the
man candy he was, she would have been and he smirked.
“Just
finished actually.” Lavani stated, slipping the paperwork back in its
folder.
Why did he
have to be so damn sexy?
All Lavani
could picture in her head at that moment was giving him a tongue bath.
She had devoured him with her eyes throughout his entire workout and Lavani
knew he probably caught her a few times. If he wanted to show the goods,
who was she not to look at the beautiful man?
“You have two
autograph signings tomorrow, though there's a three hour break in between
them. It was the best I could do, they really want you to make more
appearances and interact more with fans. Apparently, the American Badass
has been summoned, the fans want you.” And so did she.
At that Taker
snorted, shaking his head. “I hate autograph signings...” He muttered.
It wasn't the
meeting the fans part he minded, usually; it was the fact that he tended to get
stuck sitting alongside assholes and wasn't allowed to hurt them. He had done that once to Dwayne The Rock
Johnson. They had been doing a signing,
Dwayne wouldn't shut his mouth and Taker had finally gotten sick of it. The kids present had SCREAMED bloody murder
and he had been fined to hell and back.
Still worth it.
“What's this
one? The Make-A-Wish Foundation?” He
arched an eyebrow at that one. Taker
rarely got those, something about being too 'frightening'.
“Yeah,
there's a little girl named Monica who has been your fan for several
years. She's twelve years old and said you're her hero. It's her
dying wish to meet you.” Lavani smiled when Taker tilted his head, handing him
the paperwork about Monica Levark, her heart going out to all of the children
who had life threatening illness. “She has leukemia, stage four...and she's
running out of time. They tried getting her to meet someone else, but she
was dead set on you. Must make you feel pretty great being such a huge
influence on kids.” Granted, his gimmick with the Ministry of Darkness was
downright scary, but apparently kids weren't as impressionable these days as
they used to be. “That's your appearance after the autograph signings.”
“Wicked.” He
murmured, reading over the file. “Cancel the signings.” Taker ordered when he
was done. “And give them-” He passed back the file. “A call, let them know I'll
be in early.”
An hour to
visit with the girl, even he found that disturbing. If Monica's wish was to meet him, of all
people, then he would give her more than just an hour of his time. He had time, she didn't. Lavani could tell this meant a lot to Taker,
especially since he rarely got these opportunities to fulfill a dream, a little
girl's at that.
“You got it.”
She immediately took her cell phone out and started making the calls, first
being WWF headquarters. Linda ended up getting on the phone, much to
Lavani's relief because if anyone would understand, she would. “Hey Linda, it's
Vani.”
“Hello dear, I saw you on television a few weeks ago. How do you like being
part of the company fully?” Linda asked, having heard the rantings from her
husband that Lavani had defected from the Faction and was happy for her. “And
don't worry, your contract is safe with me.”
Lavani
grinned. “Thanks Linda and it's...different. I'm getting used to
it. But that's not why I'm calling. I have a major favor to ask
you, actually it's a request from Undertaker.”
“And what does Mark want?”
Lavani
explained about the Make-A-Wish Foundation and how Taker wanted to spend more
than just an hour with the little girl who was hell bent on meeting him.
She'd sent in over two hundred letters to the WWF asking and pleading to meet
him, even when he was gone for a year.
Linda listened intently, not saying a word while tapping a pen on her
desk.
“Surely
someone else can take over those autograph sessions...”
Linda smiled
softly over the phone, nodding. “I know the perfect replacement, tell Mark to
just focus on that little girl Monica.”
Taker
listened, blatantly, to her conversation with Linda and openly snorted when she
said 'actually it's a request from Undertaker'.
He hadn't requested anything, he had ordered it. Damn woman.
Shaking his head, he walked over to his bag to retrieve his things for a
shower, smirking slightly as he looked towards the bathroom.
Some arenas
were better, and more updated, then others.
This was an older one, which meant that the bathroom was connected to
the dressing room with one minor detail missing. The door.
Not shy in the least, he walked into the bathroom and set his bag down
on the small bench, getting the shower going before starting to strip.
Lavani busied
herself making three more phone calls: One to Make-A-Wish Foundation to inform
them that the Undertaker would be spending more time with Monica than
originally planned and the other two were to the places where Taker was
supposed to have his autograph signings. When Lavani finished getting
everything settled, she turned around and immediately regretted it, eyes
shooting open. There he was standing under the shower sprays, his back
turned to her, the water cascading down his rock hard body. Lavani had a
hard time breathing suddenly and tried pulling her gaze away from him, but that
was close to impossible.
‘Stop staring
you perv!’ She scolded mentally and finally managed to pull her gaze away,
trying to distract herself with something else while Taker finished his open
shower.
Usually, he
took cold showers before his matches, just to get the adrenaline pumping. Tonight, he considered the option of taking a
hot shower, just because he figured Lavani would appreciate the steam blocking
him from view. Taker had totally
scrapped that idea; if she wanted to ogle him, he wasn't going to deny her. Eyes closed, he turned around in order to
rinse his hair, refusing to bend over naked in front of anyone. He had a rule about exposing his naked ass in
that position.
Mercifully,
Taker's shower ended as he walked out with a towel wrapped around his waist,
hanging low on the hips. Lavani had a feeling he was doing this on
purpose and decided to tease him a little bit, thankful with the outfit she'd
chosen that night. It was a black skirt that went two and a half inches
above the knee along with a black tank top that had blue trimming on the hems, a
blue belt on the skirt for style.
She had two
inch open-toed heels on her feet that strapped up her calves, planning on going
out to the ring with him that night for his match. The tank top also had 'Deadman Inc'
embroidered on the front of it in blue lettering. Lavani refused to change how she dressed just
because she was on-screen now. They would have to deal with her
quirkiness.
“Who are you
facing?” She asked, looking up at him and wasn't surprised when he muttered
Hunter's name. Of course Taker would want revenge against the Faction,
especially after their attack. “I hope you cripple him.”
Given that he
was male and so far hadn't kept the fact that he found her attractive secret,
he had already given her several once-overs.
Taker didn't give a damn about her fancy shoes, it was the skirt he was
most interested in, the tank top running a close second. Taker suddenly envisioned her slipping
through the ring ropes, his eyes darting down to her legs and then the shoes, a
lot more interested in them now.
“I plan on
it, darlin'.” Taker rumbled, flicking his wet hair back out of his face.
“Since your
autograph signings were cancelled for tomorrow, you'll have to be at
Make-A-Wish around noon.” She informed him, feeling his eyes slowly devouring
her legs and acted as if she didn't notice.
Chapter 14
When she saw
Taker struggling with his bandana, Lavani decided to take over, walking over to
pluck it from his hand. “Sit down.” She ordered, not even asking if he wanted
help because it was obvious he did.
Lavani smiled
as he did and began running her fingers through his hair, using the brush he
handed her. She stared at him through the reflection in the mirror,
wondering what he was thinking and finished tying his hair back in a loose tail
before wrapping the bandana around his forehead, tying that as well. He was sitting here bare ass naked and she
was doing his hair.
The imagery
made 'Taker smile slightly, knowing this was definitely a surreal moment. When Lavani tapped his head with the brush to
indicate she was done, he met her eyes in the mirror, definitely a surreal
moment. He stood up, knowing that while
his back was to her, the mirror wasn't exactly hiding anything either. Not that he had anything at all to hide.
“Yer gettin'
awfully damn bossy, woman.” He remarked, setting his bag on the table and began
pulling out his attire, glancing over his shoulder at her with a slight smirk.
“It's kinda hot.”
“I only get
bossy when the situation calls for it. You were struggling and I know you
hate asking for help, even with the smallest tasks.”
Taker could
ask her to do pretty much anything and Lavani would do it...within
reason. She refused to degrade herself for anyone, including Taker, but
somehow she knew he wouldn't cross that line. Hunter had once demanded
her to go buy him a box of condoms from the local store for him and
Stephanie. She ended up kicking him in the balls and telling him to get
his own damn condoms, that she wasn't his servant to push around. Lavani
had noticed Taker's towel dropped and her current train of thought was stopping
her from attacking him.
“And I'm glad
you think so, Deadman.” If he smirked at her one more time, Lavani was going to
lose it, hoping she could find the strength to control the desires currently
engulfing her.
“See now
darlin',” He drawled, beginning to dress, working from the bottom up. “That
'glad you think so' can be taken one of two ways. Either, you're being sarcastic or you're
genuinely glad I find yer bossiness hot, which tells me there might be a bit of
a dominatrix under that professional attitude of yours.” Taker was just
screwing with her, though...the idea was intriguing.
“I refuse to
reveal my...dominatrix side.”
She smirked
when he raised an eyebrow, waving him off giggling. Hell, Lavani had no idea how to be sexy,
though she knew outfits like these would get a rise out of men. As far as
being sexy and acting it, she was clueless, a small town country girl at heart.
“And you can
take it anyway you like.” Lavani wasn't denying or agreeing with him as far as
being glad he found it hot at her bossiness. Sometimes a woman just had
to take the initiative. “You better hurry up and finish, your match is next.”
“Woman...” He
growled, finishing up and wound his thick chain around his neck. Since he was fighting Hunter tonight and he
did owe the bastard one on behalf of Lavani, not to mention he just hated the
big nosed prick on principal. “You comin' out or keepin' yer pert ass back
here?” Another flash of her going through the ring ropes in that skirt, in
those shoes.
“I wouldn't
be dressed like this if I wasn't, Deadman.” Lavani retorted with a wink,
fighting back a shiver at his growl and laughed when he did it again. “And my
ass is not pert, it's plump.” She corrected him, knowing full well she wasn't
in perfect condition, she did have some fat on her body.
Lavani could
tell she was starting to get under Taker's skin a bit with her comebacks,
enjoying it wholeheartedly. They both walked out of the dressing room and
headed to gorilla position, where Hunter was waiting for his own cue with
Stephanie. If that bitch tried interfering in the match, Lavani was going
to spear her.
Along the
short walk, he had considered grabbing up two handfuls of her ass, simply to
determine for himself which one it was: Plump or pert. Either way, it was a snatchable ass. His eyes narrowed behind his sunglasses,
taking in Hunter and his tramp wife.
“Ready to get
your ass kicked, Deadman? You and that
defecting bi-”
“Finish that sentence and I will cram this-” Taker gestured to the chain around
his neck. “Down your throat.”
“Bitch.”
Stephanie finished for her husband smugly, knowing Taker wouldn't dare hit a
woman.
“Well if that isn't the pot calling the kettle black.” Lavani shot back, standing
in front of Taker so he didn't attack until they were in the ring. “I must tell
you though, this defecting bitch should've left your asses high and dry a very
long time ago.”
Stephanie
scowled, not appreciating being mouthed off to. “Hunter...”
“Does hubby
have to always fight your battles, Princess?”
Stephanie
shrieked and went to say something when Hunter's music hit, stalking through
the curtain with him.
Lavani
laughed, grinning. “What a troll.”
“I was
thinkin' more along the lines of 'what a cunt'.” Taker growled, knowing
Stephanie was pretty sure he wouldn't hit her.
He did have a
bit of 'I don't hit women' policy in effect, but had broken it before and could
very easily see himself breaking it again.
Just for her. He began bouncing
in place on the balls of his feet, rolling his shoulders and swung his arms
back and forth, gearing up while Hunter did his usual bullshit. When his music rocked the building, along
with the screaming fans, game face on.
Hunter and Stephanie might both have accidents tonight.
Taker was
pumped and ready to kick Hunter's teeth down his throat, that much was clear as
day. Lavani couldn't wait to see it happen either. “Don't get too banged
up, Monica is counting on you.” She whispered to him right before they walked
out on stage, nixing the bike for the night.
It was a good
thing because Lavani knew straddling that bike was NOT optional. She
clapped while Taker saluted the crazed fans, smiling from ear to ear and walked
down the ramp with him, going at his pace. Walking up the steel ring
steps, Lavani smiled when he held open the ropes for her as she slid between
them, watching as he did his usual poses with the crowd.
They loved
him, even after all he'd done in the company. She then exited the ring
and stood on the outside, opposite of where Stephanie currently stood, both
women eyeballing each other hatefully.
Mental note for later: That skirt did ride up a bit when she bent
through the ropes, Taker was going to insist she start wearing skirts to the
ring for every performance. Just so he
could indulge his voyeuristic tendencies.
Hunter didn't
give Taker time to finish posturing for the crowd, he attacked from behind,
ripping away that steel chain. He knew
if he didn't eliminate that threat, it was going to be what took him out. Smirking, he tossed it out of the ring.
Taker rather
hoped Lavani picked it up and used it on Stephanie.
Stephanie
immediately went after it, but Lavani beat her to the punch, stepping on it
with her blue heel. “Don't even think about it, bitch.” She bent down and
ripped it right out of Stephanie's grasp.
“Hey! That's mine!” Stephanie whined, advancing on Lavani and stopped
when it looked as though the woman might clock her with it.
“Problem?”
Lavani had
wrapped the steel chain around her neck, having some of it around her hand just
in case Stephanie decided to try something stupid. If she even attempted
to get involved in the match, Lavani was going to knock her out. Whimpering, Stephanie reluctantly scurried back
over to Hunter's side, wincing when Taker began attacking relentlessly with his
fists.
Considering
that Hunter wasn't called 'The Game' for nothing, Taker kept his attention
solely on his opponent, knowing Lavani could handle herself if need be. Or at least, he was hoping so. He heard Stephanie whining about something in
her shrill voice, but instantly pushed it aside, knowing that was pretty much
all he needed to hear.
She wasn't
happy which meant Vani was doing something right. He didn't need the chain to whip this boy's
ass, though when Hunter actually went for a low blow, he countered, followed
that up with a clothesline and knocked him right out of the ring at Vani's
feet. Well wasn't this an unexpected
surprise.
Lavani glared
down at Hunter and instantly backed away when Taker flipped over the top rope,
landing on his feet like a cat and went on the attack on. She was
thoroughly enjoying everything that happened to Hunter, though that changed
when Hunter suddenly slammed Taker into the steel ring steps. Scowling,
Lavani took the chain from around her neck and advanced on Hunter, only to be
stopped by Stephanie.
“Don't even think about it, traitor!!”
“I'm warning you once, get the hell out of my way.”
Stephanie shook her head, standing her ground.
“Suit yourself.”
A second
later, Stephanie was out cold on her back while the crowd's cheers echoed in
her ears.
When Lavani
turned around, she was greeted to a very livid Triple H. “That's my wife,
slut!” He bellowed before grabbing her by the back of her neck, catching that
chain before it could hit him. “Want to play with the big dogs now?”
Taker was up, a hand pressed to his bleeding forehead. When he seen the position Lavani was in, his
green eyes narrowed with murderous intentions.
Hunter shoved Lavani, sending her flying backwards into the guard rail
before turning, planning on using the chain on Taker. He was greeted to a fist directly between the
eyes and dropped instantly. He hadn't
lightened the blow but swung as hard as he could.
“Better pray
you're dead, son.” Taker growled, stepping over Hunter's body towards Lavani.
“I'm fine,
keep your focus on him!!” She called over the crowd, not wanting him to worry
about her right now.
Lavani's lower
back was throbbing with pain, though luckily the guard rail was padded enough
to where it didn't hurt as badly as it would've had it been pure steel, like
the old days. With Stephanie out for the count, Taker could take full
advantage of Hunter's distraction, smiling through the pain when that's exactly
what he did. She picked up the steel chain and used the ring to keep from
falling while still favoring her lower back.
When Taker
set Hunter up for the Last Ride and pointed directly at her, Lavani felt
something leap in her chest and knew it was her heart, the biggest smile
lighting her face. Hunter still wasn't
moving, Taker had to lift him and walk the man up the steps and back into the
ring. He was alive, but that punch had
definitely knocked something loose.
Or hell,
maybe it had even snapped something back in place and the man would wake up and
realize he wasn't king shit. After
delivering the Last Ride, he dropped down for the pin, arranging Hunter's
fairly lifeless arms crossed over his chest and didn't even bother applying
pressure as the referee counted the one, two, three. He grunted when hazel eyes opened, seeing how
out of focus they were.
“Touch her
again, and I'll aim for yer throat next time.” He promised in a growl.
All Hunter could do was nod.
Her smile
turning into a full blown grin, Lavani walked up the steel ring steps and slid
beneath the rope. Before Taker could fully stand up, Lavani draped the
steel chain around his neck where it belonged. His arm wrapped gingerly
around her waist and Lavani silently nodded, letting him know she was
alright. She could see the worry in his green eyes and leaned against his
side while he celebrated his victory.
“Time to go.”
She murmured when the Faction began coming down the ramp, hoping Taker did the
right thing and lived to fight another day.
As the rest
of the Faction that actually had the stones to fight him were Billy, Jesse and
Sean, Taker did not do the right thing.
He did the 'sending a message thing' and began taking them out one by
one with the chain, dropping the trio like the worthless meat sacks they
were. Shane and Vince were wisely
retreating along with Tori as he stalked up the ramp, Lavani right behind him. He was still a little hot under the collar,
knowing Hunter could have broken Lavani's spine if she had hit that guard rail
wrong or if he had pushed her with all his strength. She was a damn twig compared to them.
“You
bastard!!” Vince shouted angrily while retreating, pulling Shane along with him
while EMT's rushed out to check on Stephanie and Hunter. “You'll pay for
this!!”
“Dad, now is NOT the time and place to toss out threats!!” Shane groaned
loudly.
Even the Boy
Wonder had half the brain not to mouth off to the Undertaker when their defense
was currently down for the count. Lavani
just followed behind without saying a word, knowing Taker was pissed because
she could feel the anger radiating off his huge body. Though that didn't
stop her from being amused when the McMahons along with Tori hopped into the
limousine, hightailing it out of the arena so fast the tires squealed.
Since
everyone he wanted to beat was already beaten or had run away like the dogs
they were, Taker knew he was done for the night unless he picked a random
fight. His green eyes landed on Lavani,
who was smirking and then walked around her, one hand reaching out to grab her
shoulder firmly when she tried turning along with him. He raised the back of her tank top up, examining
her back.
“It's already
bruised, darlin'.” Taker said, tracing a large finger down her spine. “Let's go
have the trainer take a look at it.”
“There's no
reason to bother Larry with bruising. What's he gonna do? Give me
ice, some pain killers and send me on my way? I'm fine, it doesn't hurt-”
Lavani hissed out when he pressed against the bruising with that same finger,
glaring at him over her shoulder. “Of course it hurts when you do THAT.” Lavani
slapped his hand away, turning to fully face him and sighed when he simply
stared back at her. It was a look that clearly said either she went to
get checked out of her own accord or he was going to take her there himself by
force. “You are unbelievable.” She tossed her hands up in the air and stormed
past him, heading to Larry's office, scowling.
Unbelievable,
maybe, but Taker had gotten his way. He
wanted to know if it was basic bruising or deep bone bruising. The difference? How badly he hurt Hunter the next time they
were in the ring together. Basic
bruising, maybe a broken finger. Deep
bone bruising would be a broken hand.
“This comin'
from the woman who babies me.” He snorted, pointing down the hallway when she
whipped around to glare at him. “Get to steppin' wench or I'll cart yer ass.”
Taker threatened, thinking it was nice, this turnabout thing.
Lavani
promptly flipped him the bird, smirking when he actually blinked in shock at
her. “And if you don't like that one, here's one to match it.”
She flipped
him a double bird, doing it while still walking over her shoulders, holding the
two one finger salutes. Snorting when he growled, Lavani ignored him and
kept walking. Starting to head toward
Larry's office, Lavani turned at the last minute and ran back to Taker's locker
room.
“I'm not getting
checked out and you can't make me!” She shouted, ignoring the pain that zipped
up her back, she was going to be hurting later on for proving a point.
Sighing, he
quickly caught up to her. He wasn't in
pain minus a slight throb in the forehead from hitting the steel post, whereas
she was doing a limping run. “I warned you.” He said gravely, reaching under
her arms and lifted her straight up.
Taker wasn't tossing her over his shoulder or carrying her like a princess. He was going to carry her like this, dangling
by her pits. “Kick me and I'll either tickle you till ya piss or pinch a
nerve.” He warned her, carting her right back to Larry's.
“What...the...hell?”
Lavani was
NOT amused in the slightest, tempted to kick him for not listening to
her. He would pay for it later. She rolled her eyes when Taker
explained to Larry why he had to cart her bodily in here and folded her arms in
front of her chest, wincing when Larry began pressing against her bruised back.
“Easy Larry,
Jesus...”
“Deep bruising, down to the bone.” Larry confirmed, handing over some pain
killers and ice packs. “That's about all we can do for it, sorry Lava.”
“I already knew that, but thanks anyway Lar.” She glared at Taker, who looked
very satisfied and almost full of himself, suddenly smirking. “You know, I
think Taker needs to be stitched up.”
Now Taker
wasn't amused as Larry advanced on him.
Chapter 15
Taker was
smirking when Larry simply used a skin glue since it wasn't a deep or wide
gash, holding perfectly still while the trainer patched him up before turning
to Lavani. “It was a nice attempt, darlin'.” He drawled, winking at her,
knowing she didn't appreciate him bringing her here to be told what she already
knew, but wasn't taking any chances.
Then it
dawned on him, when the hell had he become this protective of her? Of anyone?
That made him frown for a brief moment, considering it before shrugging
it away. Time to dwell on that later.
“So... ice on
the back, huh?” His eyes flashed wickedly.
“Ice packs...and why are you grinning?
Nobody trusts you when you do that, you know that right?”
“Don't even
think about it.” Lavani ordered, the look in his eyes not promising at all and
rolled her eyes when he tried acting innocent. “Larry has a point.”
She had noticed
the flash of confusion in Taker's eyes combined with the frown on his face,
even if it only lasted a few seconds. She was very observant, both a
strength and flaw. Larry gave Taker some pain killers as well since he'd
have a headache from the head injury, no matter how minor it was, in the
morning. They headed back to his locker room to grab their things,
wanting to just head to the motel.
“Happy
now? You are so stubborn, I already knew what he was going to say.
If it was serious, I would've gone on my own, but it wasn't. I should
start calling you a stubborn ass, you know that? An overbearing stubborn
ass.”
“You could
darlin', but that nickname is already taken, it's what I like to call you.”
Taker shot back with a grin, enjoying the verbal judo they had going, also
knowing she was irritated with him.
Considering
she had done this to him at least once already that he could recall off the top
of his head, he figured she was due for a turn.
Though...he did not want to make it a regular thing. The idea of her injured, no matter how small
an injury, did not sit well with him.
“You going to
be okay to ride, Vani?”
“I'm bruised,
not handicapped.” She remarked, wishing he wouldn't be so protective of her
because it was a little unnerving.
Then what
Vince said suddenly filtered through her mind, a thoughtful frown crossing her
face. While Taker gathered their things together, Lavani wondered if she
should finally confront him about what Vince was talking about, not wanting to
anger him. As they walked toward his bike, Lavani decided to just take
the plunge so to speak.
“Hey, I need
to ask you something...and I don't want you getting upset about it okay?”
“Darlin', the
fact that you started this conversation off with 'I don't want you gettin'
upset about it', tells me I'm going to get upset.” Taker informed, already
seeing her thinking about backtracking and shook his head, gently grabbing her
arm and shifting her so she was facing him. “I promise not to show you I'm
upset, how’s that?” He could see the hesitation in her toffee eyes and frowned,
tracing his thumb along her cheekbone. “You look almost scared, Lavani...” He
nearly whispered. “What is it?”
“I'm not
scared.” She assured him softly, leaning into his touch and took a deep breath,
looking up into his green eyes. “I can't get what Vince said out of my
head. That night we were attacked, he was trying to tell me something and
you stopped him. He said something about you wanted...me...back then or
something. What did he mean by that?” To her knowledge, Lavani hadn't
spent any significant amount of time with Taker, especially back then,
constantly beside Vince doing her assistant duties and minding her own
business. “I didn't fully understand what he said at first, but the more I've
thought about it, the more it's making my curiosity burn.”
At that,
Taker arched an eyebrow, knowing exactly what night she was referring to. “I
wanted you on-camera back then, Lavani.” He said, staring down at her, somehow
not at all surprised by that curiosity burn comment. Everything seemed to make her curious. It was a good trait to have, but he sometimes
wondered if she was absolutely sure if she wanted to know the truth or simply
thought she did. “I had seen you, obviously, and thought you'd be great
on-screen, you have a look about you and you're poised, you'd be a natural in
front of the camera. You are, actually.”
He amended, both telling her the truth and not telling her the entire truth all
in one. “Naturally, Vinnie Mac, being the paranoid idiot that he is, thought
that I'd somehow steal you away from yer job or somethin'.”
“Or he was
probably afraid I'd enjoy exploring my dark side instead of staying on the
Corporation side of things.” Lavani added, shrugging when Taker raised an
eyebrow at her, nothing changing about how she felt for him. “Thank you for
telling me the truth, Taker. I'm...honored that you wanted to use me back
then on-screen for your angle. I know it was one of the biggest storylines
back then.”
Though she
also knew he lived the character both in and OUT of the ring, which is why
Vince more than likely kept her away from Taker. She found it amusing
that, in the end, she ended up working with Taker anyway, even after all of Vince's
attempt to keep her away from him back then. It was amusing and ironic to
say the least.
“You're not
upset are you?”
“Nope.” Taker
really was going to have to ensure that Vince didn't decide to run his mouth
anymore, just in case she ever wondered just what exactly he had in mind for
her back then, knowing that would definitely change her opinion of him. “Should
I be, darlin'?” When she simply shrugged, he draped an arm around her
shoulders. “Come on, let's go back to the motel and get you iced down.”
Nodding,
Lavani mounted the bike with Taker's help and instantly wrapped her arms around
his waist, pressing her cheek against his back. He wanted to use her back
then on-screen, no wonder Vince had tried convincing her to be on-screen with
the Corporation. Then as soon as the Corporation merged with the Ministry
of Darkness, Vince immediately stopped asking her to be on television.
Now she knew
the reasoning behind that.
Lavani knew
she would've agreed to be on-screen with Taker back then just to get away from
the Corporation's clutches. Then another thought occurred to her: what
exactly did Taker want to use her for on-screen? She remembered Rena Mero
-Sable- and Ryan...Lavani couldn't stop the full body shiver from flooding her
at the thought of her friend, who was now institutionalized...because of the
man she currently held onto.
Mixed
emotions again, Lavani hated them.
Knowing damn
well Lavani had a very annoying habit of rationalizing and thinking things all
the way through -Usually a trait he found admirable with people he didn't have
reason to hide information from-, Taker was already working out several
possible answers and several ways of distracting her. The distraction techniques involved
everything from the 'look there' -At the very desperate end, which he would
never hit- to kissing her, which he was considering doing again. It had been awhile since he had tasted her
lips and, all things considered, they both deserved another sample.
Arriving back
at the motel, Lavani wasn't the least bit surprised when Taker directed her
straight to the bed because of her back. She didn't go there right away
though, opting to change out of her work clothes and into something much more
comfortable. A rather old nightshirt that hung off one of her shoulders
and went to her mid-thigh would suffice for the night.
Hell, Lavani
had already shown the entire world her legs, so showing Taker definitely didn't
bother her none. Not to mention she owed him after his teasing session at
the arena earlier that night. He was starting to get under her skin a
bit, but Lavani refused to submit. She washed the makeup off her face and
grabbed a book out of her bag before laying on her stomach on the bed while
Taker did his normal routine.
He simply
stared at her for a moment, having already kicked off his boots and shrugged
off his vest, his duffel bag hanging from his hand. Laying on her stomach, in that shirt, and
reading...it was almost...cute, he mentally slapped himself for even thinking
that. When she bent her legs at the knee
and crossed her ankles in the air, he was treated to the color of her panties
and softly groaned, dropping the bag.
“Darlin', you
forgot the ice.” Taker drawled, going to retrieve an ice pack.
Either she
hadn't heard him or was ignoring him -she might still be a bit tetchy about him
carting her to Larry -, but she didn't even acknowledge him. So he sat behind her on the bed and slowly
trailed it down her leg and around the crease of her knee before slowly guiding
it up her inner thigh. Lavani jumped at
the feeling of the ice pack, having been engrossed in her book and actually
dropped it.
“Jesus Taker,
subtle much?” Lavani demanded, hearing him chuckle and was tempted to reach
behind to stick the ice pack down his pants.
That would
teach him a lesson. As it was, Lavani was in a very precarious position
because she was lying on her stomach while he was behind her, so he could
easily pin her if he wanted to. When his hand kept inching up past her
inner thigh, Lavani didn't dare look behind her and pulled her nightshirt up
enough to where he could press the ice pack to the bruised area on her lower
back.
“How's your
head?” She asked, trying to get her mind off where his hands were, trying to
distract herself from naughty thoughts that were currently swirling through her
mind.
“Fine.” Taker
grunted, having popped some Tylenol the minute they got into the room while she
had been getting changed for bed. He had
washed those two pills down with a generous amount of whiskey, the throb was
manageable. “How's your back?” He slowly withdrew his hand, his fingertips
trailing down her spine before pulling it out from under her shirt and
arranging himself on the side of the bed, staring down at her.
“Not bad, the
ice helps.” Lavani smiled back at him and pulled her nightshirt down to cover
her panties, barely, without jostling the ice pack. She managed to scoot
enough to reach over the foot of the bed, grabbing her book and began sifting
through the pages to find the spot where she left off. “You're gonna be gone
most of the day tomorrow so I'm gonna go shopping for a few things. Did
you need me to pick up anything for you?” She asked cordially, looking over her
shoulder at him again while the ice worked its magic against her back.
His green
eyes lit up wickedly, knowing she would have plenty of extra time on her hands
while he was visiting with Monica. “I need a new chain, darlin', if you think
you could find me one.” Taker said, pushing himself off the bed in order to
retrieve his own bag, dropping it down on the table to rifle through it. “One
for wearin', not killin'.” He clarified. “Something thin.” When Lavani nodded,
he plucked a business card out of his wallet, which had been in the bag and
walked over to hand it to her. “Jewelry store here in town, they know who I
am. Drop my name and they'll know what
to give ya.”
Lavani
blinked and took the business card from him, looking it over nodding. “So I say
Taker and they'll automatically know what you want?” When he nodded, Lavani
shrugged and slipped it in her purse, which was thankfully right beside the bed
to where she could reach. “Got it. Anything else?”
Lavani
planned on going shopping just for the hell of it. Though it would also help her think and rationalize
through everything she'd found out lately. Taker didn't need to know what
she'd been thinking about, it would only upset him, especially when it came to
Ryan.
“Not for me,
darlin'.”
Taker
chuckled, unfastening the front of his jeans before throwing a pair of black
pajama bottoms over his shoulder. He had
made a concession in buying a few more pairs since she had made it clear when
they started sharing rooms that him sleeping nude wasn't going to fly yet. There was no doubt in his mind that very soon
she'd be changing her mind about the pajama thing, for both of them.
“Though if
you want some suggestions for yourself...” His green eyes consumed her body
lingeringly before returning to her face, the corner of his mouth curving
upward. “Somethin' black and lacy...”
“Just a
suggestion eh? I'll keep that in mind, thanks.”
The heated
look in his eyes made Lavani's mouth suddenly go dry and had to pull her gaze
away from him to focus on her book...or trying to at least. He was
undressing her with his eyes, devouring her and there wasn't a damn thing
Lavani could do about it. She should've berated him for that blatant
suggestion, but Lavani simply didn't have it in her, finding it rather humbling
that he found her attractive in the first place.
“Go get your
shower, Deadman.” Lavani ordered when he didn't immediately head for the
bathroom, rolling her eyes at his chuckle.
“Still think
you’re a dominatrix in disguise, Vani.” He teased before finally deciding to
let her alone for a little bit, slipping into the bathroom and shut the door
behind him.
She was
probably thrilled that there was a door this time around. Hell, he was too. He sincerely doubted his ability to not drag
her in the shower with him at the moment.
Taker turned the water onto cold and stepped in after kicking off his
jeans, bracing his hands against the tile wall as he let the icy water beat
down on him, cooling his boiling blood.
If he thought
she was a dominatrix, he had her all wrong. Lavani wasn't a very sexual
person, at least she didn't think so, not unless she dressed the part.
Honestly, the nightshirt was comfortable and it was simply too hot sleeping in
the same bed with Taker to endure pajama pants. As much as she wanted to
try teasing Taker, Lavani knew it would never happen, the man was a master at
mind games.
She stood no
chance.
Her cell
phone suddenly went off and Lavani wondered who it was, slowly removing the ice
pack from her back to sit up, flipping it open. It was Ken informing her
that Ryan was asking for her and the sooner she could visit her would be
best. Lavani had already planned on doing that and simply sent a text
back promising to do it as soon as she was home next time since Ryan was
institutionalized in Houston.
He didn't
linger in the shower.
Taker was in
and out after washing the stench of the arena off of him, mindful of his
bruised head. When he emerged, she was
either asleep or just laying there thinking because her head was on the pillow,
turned away from him. Smirking, he eased
himself on the bed next to her, pressing his still ice cold body against
hers. When Lavani shuddered, he laughed
and pulled away.
“Sorry
darlin', couldn't resist, you looked so warm and toasty.” He teased, pressing
the palm of his hand between her shoulder blades when she twisted, moving to
catch the ice pack as it slid down her side off her back.
She was more
than warm and toasty, Lavani was boiling just from his touch alone, not able to
hide the desire in her toffee eyes. They were slowly turning to a dark
brown. Lavani had to get a hold of herself and merely smiled, gently
rolling so she was lying on her other side facing him.
“Sure you
couldn't.” The tone of her voice clearly told him she didn't believe a word he
said, especially with the smirk on his face. If he didn't stop smirking
at her, Lavani was going to lose all control and just attack. “Time for bed,
you have a very busy day with a special girl tomorrow and I have a shopping
spree to go on.”
Lavani
reached up and kissed his cheek, letting it linger for a second longer than
necessary and then pecked his nose before snuggling back into her pillow,
closing her eyes. Her entire body was exhausted from what happened during
Taker's match and she knew his head probably didn't feel too good right now,
both of them needing rest.
Chapter 16
As per usual,
when he woke up, their limbs were entwined together though...there had been a
slight change that his foggy sleep-filled mind blamed on her lingering peck
from the night before. Lavani had gotten
really warm during the night or he had stripped her. Either way, her t-shirt was gone and she was
pressed against him, bare chest to bare chest.
He spared a sideways glance at the clock and inwardly groaned, wanting
nothing more than to take advantage, but...Monica...Cursing under his breath,
Taker reluctantly pulled away, his eyes darting down, unable to help
himself. He leaned forward, brushing his
lips against her bare shoulder.
“Wake up
darlin'.” Taker murmured before pulling away.
Another cold
shower was in order.
Lavani
mumbled something incoherent and slowly felt her body come alive, having had
the best dream involving Taker. She didn't want to wake up from it, talk
about explosive. Lavani already felt heated and she wasn't fully awake
yet, stretching her arms up across the pillow, wincing slightly at her back.
“Coffee.” She
murmured, slowly fluttering her eyes open and slowly lowered her arms to her
sides, still under the blanket. “What the-” Her eyes suddenly shot open as
Lavani quickly looked under it, Taker already in the bathroom getting
ready. How the hell did she wind up going to bed with her nightshirt on
and wake up with it OFF? ‘Okay don't freak out, there has to be a perfectly
logical explanation for it. Or you could just pretend it never happened.’
Lavani thought, immediately nixing that because how the hell was she supposed
to ignore waking up practically naked pressed against Taker? Toffee eyes
slowly narrowed at the bathroom door and Lavani immediately pulled her
nightshirt on after swiping it from the floor, scowling.
Taker wasn't
playing fair.
As much as he
would love to take credit for her much improved sleep attire, or more specifically
lack of, he couldn't. Taker honestly
didn't remember removing her shirt and he was pretty sure if he had removed it,
he wouldn't have stopped with just the shirt.
But...stranger things had happened.
After all, they shared a bed on a nightly basis without anything besides
sleeping happening, which was a miracle in itself. Taker emerged from the bathroom, toweling his
hair dry.
“I don't know
about you darlin', but I need coffee.” Taker yawned, flipping his damp hair
back over his bare shoulders before looking at her.
“It's already
on the counter.” She called over her shoulder, having changed into a pair of
black fleece shorts with a black and blue tank top.
Her hair was
pulled up in a messy style on top of her head, blue sneakers on her feet. Lavani practically inhaled one cup of coffee
and was already on the next, finishing tying her shoe before standing up. Having opening the window to let the light
inside, Lavani was glad it was a beautiful day.
“I need you
to give me a ride to the local car rental place down the street from here.” She
stated, turning to face him and decided not to mention the fact she woke up in
just a pair of panties against him.
Whatever
happened wasn’t Taker's fault, Lavani had a sexual dream about him and that was
that.
“I liked the
other look better.” He informed her as he helped himself to a mug, straight
black, as always. Like he wouldn't
reference the fact that she had woken up pressed against him practically naked? She had probably known it was coming, that
was one he just couldn't let slide. “Though darlin, if I had known you were
changing the pajama routine, I'd of skipped the pants last night.” Then they
would have been literally fucked this morning.
When Lavani gave him a look that clearly said she wasn't in the mood, he
shrugged. “I'll behave, promise. And why
do you need a rental? Why not hire a cab
for the day?”
“Because I
plan on going to a lot of different stores and a rental is just better.” Not to
mention Lavani wanted to blast music and enjoy herself without a cab driver
staring at her like she was insane. “I don't like being chauffeured around by
strangers.”
She walked
past him to refill her cup, ignoring everything he said about the previous
night, needing all the caffeine she could get. He moved to stand directly
behind her and Lavani could feel his heated body against hers. His scent enveloped her and shivered when his
hot breath puffed against her ear.
“Not falling
for it, Deadman.” She said in a sing-song voice before taking a long drink of
her coffee.
“Well why the
hell not, Vani? You know you’re
tempted.” Taker drawled huskily, catching her elbow before she could get him
and leaned past her for the coffee pot, stepping back to top off his cup before
returning it. “Alright woman, stop distractin' me and let's finish up and go.”
He ordered, switching from playful and mildly seductive to all business. He already knew today was going to be
bittersweet for him. Taker had read
Monica's file again and had every intention of coming back with a fifth of
Jack.
“I'm not
about to tempt the devil, Taker.”
Lavani
smirked and grabbed her purse, the only thing she would need before heading out
with him. Since the place was just down the street, Lavani wasn't worried
about getting burns on her legs from his bike. She mounted the bike after
him, hanging on as he took off down the road. Lavani enjoyed moments like
these with Taker when she could hold onto him tightly without needing a reason
for it, the window whipping all around them. When he idled the bike in
front of the rental place, Lavani hopped off and turned to face him, smiling
when he handed over her purse that he'd placed in his saddlebag.
“Thanks for
the ride, charming.” Lavani leaned up to hug him around the neck, knowing he
needed it to get through today with Monica. “Just remember you're her hero.”
She whispered in his ear before pulling away, heading inside the shop to get
her rental.
Taker was
more than tempted to pull her back and kiss her right there in the street, but
refrained, watching her walk into the shop before shaking his head and pulling
away from the curb. Her last words to
him 'you're her hero' played over and over in his mind. This kid, Monica, had no idea what kind of person
her 'hero' actually was and he had no intention of letting her down.
He'd play the
hero today for her. While Taker was
indeed a dark, sometimes thoroughly evil man, even he had soft spots. Dying children definitely claimed one of
those soft spots, especially when HE was their request, which was rare. When he arrived at the hospital, he looked up
at the building, feeling humbled.
~!~
“Hello, may I
help you with something?”
This was the
jewelry shop Taker wanted her to go to? It didn't exactly look like one,
but Lavani wasn't about to let him down, having pulled out the card to make
sure she was in the right place. She'd already went to four other stores
and had bought something from each of them, including a new laptop. It
would help her out with the assistance job since she was now Taker's
valet. So it was double duty in a way.
“Yeah,
umm...Undertaker sent me and...”
“You mean Calaway?”
Lavani
blinked, nodding almost hesitantly. “Yes...He told me to give you his name and
you would know exactly what to give me for him.” She explained, hoping she
didn't sound completely insane.
“Hmph, typical. Right this way, miss.”
“You're
Lavani?” The shopkeeper demanded, having led her to the backroom and rifled
through a safe, finally pulling out two thin boxes. When she nodded, he grunted again, more than
used to Calaway's strange requests at this point. The man did most of his jewelry shopping here
and over the years, there had been some odd requests. “One silver chain.” He
opened the case to reveal what most people would call a 'man's necklace'.
“Sterling silver, already paid for, and as always, made specifically for him.”
And his fat neck, but he didn't say THAT aloud. “Next...” He replaced the chain
in the box and slid it to her, opening the second. “One custom made women's
necklace...” He pulled out the delicate, fine silver chain. “And an assortment
of pendants to match...” He next began pulling them out.
Taker had
only requested the silver chain, so when the shopkeeper pulled out the women's
necklace, Lavani couldn't help tilting her head slightly. She didn't say
anything, just nodded, as the shopkeeper pulled the pendants out, each of them
a different color and there had to be over twenty of them. They went from
whitish silver all the way to deep onyx black, blues, pinks, reds, greens,
purples...they were truly amazing and sparkled.
Just because the pendants were all different colors didn't mean
anything, he could've easily bought this for someone else.
“T-Thanks...”
Why would
Taker get her a necklace? Hell, what made Lavani think it was for her?
Just because the pendants were all blue didn't mean anything, he could've
easily bought it for someone else. Lavani exited the shop and headed back
to her rental with tons of questions flitting through her mind.
“What the
hell?”
~!~
Taker had
completely forgotten about the pendants, his attention focused solely on
Monica. She was a sweet little girl with
a very impressive knowledge of wrestling history. More to the point, HIS wrestling history and
he had been wrestling longer then she had been breathing. And...from the way she looked, Taker would be
wrestling long after she had passed, which caused a serious tightening in his
chest that he could not recall ever feeling before.
“Darlin',
other than wrestling, what else do ya like?” He asked gently.
“Unicorns.”
Taker stroked
his goatee, wondering what the odds of her being allowed out of this damn
hospital room were.
When Lavani
got a call from Taker asking her to meet him at the children's hospital, she
knew something was up. All of her bags, besides the ones from the jewelry
store, were up front. He had asked her to stop by that same jewelry
store, if she hadn't already -Lavani had lied and said she hadn't, that she was
on her way- and asked to get the biggest spun glass unicorn figurine they
had.
He'd already
put the call in apparently because, when Lavani trekked BACK to the store, the
shopkeeper already had it ready and gift-wrapped in purple wrapping paper with
a black bow on top. There was also something else special in there,
though the shopkeeper didn't say. Lavani pulled into the children's
hospital parking lot and headed inside with the wrapped figurine, wondering
what Taker was up to now.
He had gotten
his answer about Monica being allowed out of her room: No. She had to remain hooked up to all these
machines and it was killing him to see this little girl like this. She didn't even look her age and he knew that
was sickness eating at her body.
Though she
seemed happy, this brought a genuine smile to his face. Taker listened to her chatter, sitting right
next to her bed, feeling her tiny hand squeezing his and answered her whenever
she asked a question or he would ask her a question, wondering how something so
fragile had this much life. Monica was
so engrossed that she didn't realize when a strange woman walked into the room.
“Do you think
I could see your motorcycle? You rode it
today, right?”
“’Course I did, lil darlin'.” He rumbled. “And we'll find a way for you to see
it.”
Her heart
instantly warmed at the sight of Taker sitting at this little girl's bedside,
holding her hand and talking softly to her in his low rumble. It was the
cutest thing she ever saw, minus the machines and what this little girl was
currently going through. It made one realize that life was too short,
especially for kids with these life-threatening diseases. When she asked
to see his motorcycle, Lavani couldn't help grinning and gently tapped her
knuckles against the door, having already gotten permission from the staff that
she could go to Monica's room.
“Sorry to
intrude, but I have what you requested, Taker.” Lavani walked toward him,
toffee eyes sparkling down at the little girl as she handed over the wrapped
gift to Taker. “You must be Monica.” Lavani extended her hand, the little girl
taking it and shook it gently. “It's very nice to meet you.”
“I've seen
you on TV, you come out with the Undertaker.” Monica said after a moment, her
grey eyes thoughtful. “You're very pretty.”
Taker agreed
wholeheartedly, the smile growing bigger as Lavani gently handed Monica the
presents. The larger was the spun glass
unicorn, and the other item was yet another piece of jewelry. A delicate golden charm bracelet with two
charms already on it. A tiny golden
unicorn and his Undertaker symbol, something besides the standard signed
autograph and numerous pictures the nurses had taken to remember him by.
“Thank you
for bringin' them darlin'.” He murmured, standing up and stretching, drawing
Lavani near him while Monica examined her presents.
“Like I
wouldn't?” Lavani whispered in reply and leaned against his side while Monica's
grey eyes lit up with life, doing her heart good. She knew this little
girl had a very rough road, countless surgeries to try to get rid of her
leukemia, but in the end it had won out, which is why she no longer received
treatment. “Now Monica, that is a very special unicorn.” Lavani pulled away
from Taker to walk over beside her. “It glows in the dark and makes little
designs from the special glass it's made out of on the ceiling.”
The
shopkeeper had explained it to her and Lavani couldn't believe Taker had put
this much thought into a gift for this little girl. All things considered, he could be a very
thoughtful man and usually paid attention to detail. If he was going to do something, he was a
firm believer in doing it right the first time around. Usually, he did slip on occasion. His green eyes were focused on Monica as
Lavani explained about the unicorn, unable to keep himself from grinning when
Lavani just looked at him, wondering what was going through her mind right now.
Who the hell
was this man is what she was thinking because Taker was nearly unrecognizable.
Not that
Lavani was complaining or anything because seeing this side of him showed her
he had a heart. Back in his darker days, when he traumatized Ryan, Lavani
fully believed this man did not have one and enjoyed tormenting people.
Now, watching him with Monica, Lavani's doubts were slowly diminishing and it
didn't help seeing his softer side was a major turn-on. It was the wrong
mindset to be in, but...Lavani wasn't exactly a saint and turned her attention
to Monica when the little girl asked her what it was like being with the
Undertaker.
“It's
definitely an experience I will never forget, sweetie.”
No, it was
not, Taker agreed, knowing damn well that anyone who was fortunate enough to be
able to claim having worked with him…well, they never forgot it. Sometimes that wound up being a good thing,
sometimes a bad. He had every intention
of ensuring that Lavani worked with him for a long time to come and it was
definitely memorable. When Monica next
asked, in the innocent way children were wont to do, if they were boyfriend and
girlfriend, he leaned back against the wall and folded his arms over his
chest. That question caught Lavani off
guard as she blinked at the little girl, clearing her throat awkwardly.
“No, we're
not.” She answered slowly, not daring to look up at Taker for fear of what she
might see, keeping her focus solely on Monica. “We just work together.
We're...friends.” That probably wasn't the word to use considering she'd woken
up that morning pressed against him in just her panties. Lavani knew she
had overstayed her welcome and decided it was time to take her leave. “I should
probably go, I don't want to take your time away from the person you really
want to talk to.” She winked, stepping away so Taker could take his place by
Monica's bedside again.
“I'll see ya
tonight darlin'.” Taker called after her, laughing when Monica giggled.
“I think she
likes you.”
“Think so, lil darlin'?”
“Yes.” Monica nodded, accepting her impression as a definite fact. “Do you like
her?”
“Yes.” Taker answered without hesitation, taking back his place beside her bed
and decided a change in the topic was in order, not about to discuss
relationship things with an eight year old girl. “Did you see the necklace?” He
asked, distracting her, not surprised when it worked.
All women
loved jewelry, it was a universal law.
Lavani headed
back to the motel with her bags, parking the rental in the lot provided for the
customers. She cut the engine and just sat there for a few minutes,
knowing she would always remember this day for the rest of her life.
Monica was an absolute doll, it was such a shame that she wouldn't be here much
longer.
“Borrowed
angel.” She whispered and stepped out of the car, grabbing her bags of items
she'd purchased, along with Taker's, and headed inside to go through
them.
Lavani set
Taker's bag from the jewelry store on the dresser before sitting on the bed and
began going through everything she bought. It was her distraction from
the little girl who had stolen her heart within the span of a few
minutes. Taker was definitely doing more appearances like that, Lavani
decided, because the side of him she saw today was one she wanted to see more
often.
Chapter 17
Tonight was a
drinking night.
By the time
Taker finally left the hospital, he was in a mood. He was pleased with how the visit had went,
though towards the end he had seen how much it taxed Monica, how tired she was. She had seemed to enjoy him being there and
adored her presents, but after awhile had set them aside simply to focus on
him. That was...different coming from a
child. It was unjust, that was the way
he seen it.
She was eight
years old and dying, what the hell kind of deity passed that sort of deal onto
a little girl? He had left all his
contact information, along with what he had of Lavani's, with all the necessary
people, promising Monica he would come see her again and hoped he was able to
keep that promise, knowing her time was limited. He stopped long enough to pick himself up a
bottle before heading back to the hotel.
“I already
grabbed some Jack Daniels during my shopping trip, but I suppose a second
bottle won't hurt.” Lavani said once Taker walked in with the brown paper bag
that held his liquor, a sad smile on her face.
It was night
time, he had literally stayed all day with Monica until the sun set.
Lavani had watched it, after putting everything she'd bought away, not changing
yet. Her cotton shorts and tank top were comfortable enough to sleep in
and Lavani was contemplating it, especially after what happened that
morning. Setting two tumblers out -Lavani had bought them since she knew
the motel didn't have anything except plastic-, Lavani took the bag from his
hand to pull the bottle out, pouring each of them a healthy dose.
Grunting,
Taker got into the small refrigerator, knowing there was a small bag of ice in
there because he had requested one to be placed there this morning. He had anticipated his evening. Not saying a word he dropped the bag onto the
counter, breaking up the ice before pulling his tumbler towards him along with
the bottle. He added a handful of ice
and then capped it off with more whiskey.
“Thank you,
darlin’.” He murmured after draining half the glass, wiping his mouth off with
the back of his hand.
“No need to
thank me. I know today wasn't easy for you. I'm not even gonna ask
if you're alright because that would be a stupid question.”
Lavani hopped
up on the counter to be almost eye level with him, taking the bottle and topped
off the tumbler again before doing her own. Seeing a little girl with so
much life as Monica, Lavani couldn't help feeling heartbroken and knew deep
down Taker did too, hence the drinking.
Neither agreeing nor disagreeing, Taker simply took another much smaller
drink of his whiskey before stepping away from the counter. Knowing Lavani was quite familiar with his
habit of removing shirts as soon as he possibly could, he shed his top quickly,
tossing it over the back of a chair. He
followed that up with his boots and socks then stretched his arms over his
head, green eyes closing.
“Thank you,
for bringing that stuff in today, Lavani.” Taker knew he had thanked her once,
but he wanted to do it again. “She fell asleep with that unicorn right on her
bedside stand.”
“Anything for
an angel like her.” Lavani stated, meaning what she said and smiled at the
thought of Monica falling asleep with the unicorn right beside her. “She loved
it, especially after I explained what else it did. Hell, it could've been
made out of plastic and she would've loved it because it was from her hero.”
She didn't
move from the counter and simply sipped her own tumbler thoughtfully, leaning
back against the cabinet. She tried not noticing this man was shirtless
again. It didn't matter how many times
and how many nights she spent with Taker, it never failed to amaze her how just
the sight of him shirtless boiled her from head to toe.
“Your other
items are on the dresser that you asked me to get for you.”
It took him a
moment to process that, then Taker remembered that he had asked her to visit
the jewelry shop for more than the unicorn and charms. He walked over to the dresser and spotted the
two necklace boxes, opening the first one and nodded at the sight of his
chain. He then turned his attention to
the other, slightly wider and opened that as well before turning towards her,
holding it out.
“It's for
you, darlin'.”
It was just
her luck to be taking another longer swig of whiskey when he said that, which
made Lavani promptly spew it right back out, toffee eyes widening. “What?!”
He couldn't
be serious. There was no way in hell he'd gotten her jewelry!
Lavani wiped her mouth off and swallowed hard when he merely held it out to
her, not saying a word.
“You're
serious aren't you?” It made sense with all the different colors of charms that
went with the necklace and Lavani hopped off the counter to wash her hands in
the sink, not taking it from him. “What would possess you to get me something
that expensive, Taker?”
Lavani
couldn't help asking, completely floored that he'd gone to the trouble to buy
her something, especially jewelry.
First, she had spewed her whiskey all over the place and then she had
mentioned the word expensive. Taker
didn't know whether to be amused or annoyed. Most women would have simply
accepted the gift, possibly accompanied with squeals of delight, and not
questioned it. Once again, Lavani had
broken the traditional mold he had come to expect. Yet another reason he wanted her for.
“Expensive is
usually not an issue with a gift, Vani.” Taker said dryly. “The thought is, and
I wished to buy you somethin'.”
When she
didn't even approach him, Taker sighed and walked towards her, backing her into
the counter. He kept her there while he
pulled out the chain and selected a stone that set off her eyes, sliding it
onto the chain before fastening it around her throat. All Lavani could do was look down at the
beautiful stone that hung around her neck, a blue sapphire cut in the shape of
a teardrop, like all the other charms. It was gorgeous. Lavani
wasn't sure what to say or even do, slowly looking up into his fathom green
eyes.
“I'm not
ungrateful, this is just...this is the nicest thing anyone has given me and...”
Hell, she didn't expect Taker of all people to buy her something like this, it
was shocking. She hoped he understood why she reacted the way she had.
“Thank you, Taker. It's beautiful.”
Gently, he
cupped her chin in the palm of his hand and raised her face up so he could look
into her eyes, mostly checking for tears. “You're welcome.” Taker rumbled,
tracing the pad of his thumb along her full bottom lip. For a moment, he was tempted, very tempted,
to bend down and kiss her, but...he remembered the last time in the cemetery
and, honestly...tonight he wasn't in the mood for rejection. Stepping back, he returned to his tumbler and
drained it, glancing at her from over his shoulder. “I figure if you coordinate
the pendants with your current colors...you should have worn them all
in...about ten years.” He teased gently, making the joke more out of habit then
anything, dropping down on the edge of the bed.
“Oh you're
hilarious.” Lavani remarked, rolling her eyes.
There was no
malice in her tone. In truth, she found it thoughtful that he would get
her all different colors because of how serious she took her color
coordinating. He paid attention.
Most men didn't and that was just one more quality that made her want
him more.
‘Damn it...’
She thought, finishing off her own tumbler while fingering the charm between
her fingers, wondering what would happen if they did have sex. Could she
really do it once like she had with...Lavani shook that out of her head immediately,
already knowing the answer. ‘I won't end up like Ryan.’ Lavani thought sadly.
That was
Lavani's worst fear in all of this, but Taker was not making the resisting
easy. He had drained his glass, but made
no move to go refill it. Instead, he
laid out on the bed, folding his arms beneath his head as he studied her. She looked like she was having an inner
struggle and he knew that feeling all too well.
“You look
like yer havin' issues, darlin'.” He murmured, loud enough for her to hear
rolled onto his side, propping his head on the palm of his hand, elbow resting
on the mattress. “You look...sad.” Taker frowned, watching as she walked
forward and his green eyes narrowed when she reached for his glass, gathering
she was going to refill it and caught her gently by the wrist. In moments, he had pulled Lavani down onto
the bed with him, wrapping his arm around her. “Why do you look sad, Lavani?”
“It's just
been one of those days.”
There was no
way Lavani was telling Taker what she was really thinking. He could never
know about her friendship with Ryan, knowing that wouldn't go over well with
him. Being this close to him, Lavani inhaled his intoxicating scent and
felt his hand run up and down her side soothingly. Taker looked like he
could use a hug and Lavani saw no problem in doing that as she wrapped her arms
around his neck, hugging him tightly. She wanted to say and do so many
things to this man, it was baffling and Lavani learned right then and there she
had a lot of self-control.
For a long while,
he was stiff.
She was
hugging him...and Taker knew it wasn't because she was interested in the fact
that they were in a bed together, but because she knew that today had pulled on
heartstrings he usually did not possess.
After that long while, he finally wrapped his arms around her and buried
his face in her hair, pulling her flush against him, though mindful not to
squeeze her too hard. When Taker finally
relaxed against her, Lavani couldn't help completely melting against him, every
part of her relaxing as well.
She didn't
say a word, not wanting to ruin this moment and massaged the back of his neck
tenderly with her hand. Lavani could feel tears sting her eyes and was
finally coming to terms with something she'd been fighting off since defecting
to Taker from the Corporation. She was falling in love with him.
The gift just intensified it more.
Lavani was in deep trouble and didn't know how much longer she would be
able to hold back how she felt without exploding.
When he felt
something wet hit his chest, Taker gently pulled away from her, seeing there
were tears in those toffee eyes. A frown
creased his brow as he wiped it away gently with his forefinger and caught the
second when it came sliding down her cheek, this time popping the digit in his
mouth, tasting the tear. He didn't ask
why she was crying and he didn't even attempt to understand it. Taker simply leaned forward and kissed away
the next few tears, resting his cheek against hers, drawing in a deep breath.
“Sorry.” She
mumbled, slowly pulling away to wipe the tears from her eyes and cheeks,
sniffling a little. Lavani had to get a hold of herself and her emotions
because she couldn't be releasing them this way. “I'm such a woman.” She
half-joked, trying to ease the tension that suddenly filled between them
She sighed
when Taker just stared at her with those unreadable green eyes. Lavani
just wanted him to say something, anything, even if it was to berate her.
Maybe drinking with him wasn't a bright idea.
Lavani knew alcohol affected her differently and made her inner emotions
come out.
“That you
are.” Taker murmured, rolling her over so she was on her back, hovering over
her.
He knew her
well enough to know that she was feeling awkward at the moment and figured this
would probably put her back on familiar ground, she was more then used to him
perving on her. Green eyes took her in,
enjoying the feel of her being underneath him before he got off the bed and
walked back to the counter, taking his tumbler with him. Groaning, Taker rolled his eyes and was more
than tempted to adjust himself.
That hadn't
been the brightest of moves on his part.
Lavani didn't
move from the bed, just rolled over since she was already on her side and
watched him. While he enjoyed perving on her, Lavani was more than
willingly to get her fill of him as well. She burned every inch of him
into her memory, the way his muscles flexed with every movement. He
wasn't roided out, completely natural and had natural curves on his arms that
she would love to run her hands down. Closing her eyes before she ended
up tossing all of her morals and resistance out the window, Lavani fingered the
charm around her neck and fell asleep, exhausted from everything that happened
today.
Taker wasn't
surprised when she fell asleep.
He simply set
up shop at the table, drinking and watching her. It never failed to amaze him that this woman
had absolutely no compunction about relaxing in front of him. That she trusted him enough to just...sleep like
that, as if she knew he wouldn't hurt her.
By the time he was done, he had gone through the rest of the bottle,
cracked open the second, buzzed enough to simply shed the jeans and say screw
everything else. He slid into bed with
her, though...he was polite enough to not slip under the sheet under tucking
her in, instead just sticking with the comforter.
Chapter 18
All smiles,
Lavani walked inside the First Union Center in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania,
heading down the hallway toward Taker's dressing room. She'd been gone
for two days and was ready to get back to work. It'd been about six
months since Lavani defected from the Faction and joined Taker's side both on
and off-screen. Hard to believe it'd already been that long, feeling as
though it was only yesterday that she'd made possibly the greatest or worse
decision of her career with the WWF.
The Faction
hadn't backed off, but at least Lavani and Taker weren't being attacked on a
nightly basis. After Stephanie was sent to the hospital due to a spinning
heel kick to the face, which cracked her cheekbone, the Princess decided never
to screw with Lavani again. So they'd had several months of peace with
Taker going after the WWF title, which Dwayne -The Rock- currently held.
Tonight,
Taker was in a fatal four-way match against The Rock, Chris Benoit and Kane for
the WWF championship and Lavani was accompanying him to ringside. During
her two days off, Lavani had made a decision to get her hair done and now
sported lovely wine colored streaks. She absolutely loved the color and
wore skintight light blue jeans that had wine colored rose embroidery on her
right thigh along with a black tank top that had 'Deadman Inc' across the front
in the same color.
It actually
cut off just above her midriff and showed off some of her defined stomach,
Lavani had started working out with Taker ever since becoming his assistant so
her soft curves were becoming a little more defined. She left her hair
down because she knew being on camera, the ladies in hair and makeup would take
care of it. Lavani actually stopped by there first, waiting for Trish
Stratus to finish up silently.
Trish's brown
eyes snapped to Lavani and a warm smile spread across her face. She wasn't really well known among her peers
and some figured because she was…well...drop dead gorgeous, that she was a
total mega-bitch when she wasn't. She
was actually a friendly and nice person, most of the time. Trish did have a
bitch streak to her, but...for the most part she considered herself laid back
and easy going.
“I like the
streaks.” She commented, testing the waters, then leaned back and closed her
eyes as her face was finished.
Thankfully, her hair was already done.
Lavani beamed
at the compliment, nodding. “Thanks, your layers look good. Aren't these
ladies the best?”
Tiffany
blushed while Janet chuckled. “Thanks Vani, the streaks really do look great.”
“What made
you decide to get them and WHO did them?” As far as Janet knew, Lavani didn't
trust very many people with her hair.
“A good friend of mine back home. She recently opened her own salon and,
besides you ladies of course, I trust her. She didn't disappoint
obviously.”
“No, not at all. You ready for tonight?” Janet was helping Tiffany out
since it was a pay-per-view, strictly wardrobe usually, and guided Lavani into
her seat to start the makeup while Tiffany started Trish's hair. “How was your
two days off?”
“Boring, but it had to be done.”
“Lord, you
make time off sound like a bad thing.” Trish chuckled, more then used to having
her hair done, and didn't even bother with flinching when Tiffany began
tousling the waves about her face a little roughly, knowing she was trying to
inject just the right amount of volume. “Time off is a good thing, Vani.”
“Mm, I don't know about that, if I was working with Sex-On-Legs, I'd hate my
days off too.”
“Wait...who is Sex-On-Legs?” Trish asked confusedly.
“That's what we call Taker.”
“Oh...Oh!”
“Janet, that
is just wrong.” And very true, Lavani mentally added, leaning her head back
while the women giggled.
“Come on, admit you haven't thought about him at least once or twice naked.”
“Or better yet, in the shower.”
“The steam surrounding him.”
They were
purposefully baiting her and it wasn't working as Lavani merely sat there with
the same smile on her face. “He's a gorgeous man and he knows it. I'm not
about to stroke his ego anymore than necessary.”
“HA! So you admit it!”
“I admit nothing.”
“Admitting
nothing is the same as silently agreeing.” Trish teased, giving her hair a
shake when Tiffany announced she was done. “Perfection as usual.”
“I want to get back to the part about stroking his ego...”
“That is so bad Tiff. But it does raise
a good question...”
“Which is?”
“How big is his...ego, do you think?”
Trish had to
clamp both hands over her mouth to keep from giggling.
“I have yet to hear a single complaint.”
Grinning at
the flushed looks that both Janet and Tiffany suddenly sported, Lavani simply
winked Taker while her hair was currently teased. “I'm sure you haven't.” She
remarked, waving at Trish when she departed from the area giggling. “I figured
I'd stop by here first to get the hair and makeup out the way before going to
find you.”
“I see that.”
Taker reached out to finger one of the wine colored streaks, rather liking
this. It suited her much better than the
blue. “So, I sincerely hope you were defendin' me and my ego to these
vultures.”
“She would admit to nothing.”
“Which means...”
“Yer damn right.” Taker snorted, getting the point they were driving at. Not saying anything meant one normally
agreed. He winked down at Lavani before
stepping back to let her get finished up.
“See what I
mean? The man has an ego the size of Jupiter, I'm not admitting to
anything for fear of blowing it up more.” If these women only KNEW how many
times she'd seen this man naked and slept in his arms...it was amazing that
they hadn't had sex yet. Lavani was pleased she had made her point,
nodding when Janet asked if putting loose banana curls in her hair was alright
and leaving it down. “I want a bandana though like always.”
“I'm not sure-”
“I have one in my bag, this color is pretty hard to come by. It's plain,
but better than nothing.” She handed the wine colored bandana over to Janet,
who merely shook her head at Lavani before continuing the transformation.
“She's OCD.”
Taker said when Trish, who had stuck around for some reason, looked at him,
shrugging.
“Want to wear some eyeliner, for old time's sake?”
He snorted,
eyeing Tiffany speculatively. “Woman, if you think I'm going to sit down and
lean back after the dirty thoughts you've been havin' about me, think again.”
“He's afraid you'll rape him.”
“How do you rape HIM?” Tiffany demanded, literally gesturing at him with a
stick of eyeliner.
Taker cocked
an eyebrow, wondering if these women had been sniffing the hairspray.
“Vani, stop
giggling.”
“Sorry,” She paused, trying to get herself under control, but it wasn't
happening. “She has a point though.”
Janet rolled
her eyes. “You don't have to encourage her, you know.”
“Hey, even the Deadman needs loving at some point.”
Tiffany had
suddenly grown four shades of crimson red and excused herself to use the
bathroom.
“You are horrible.” Janet commented with a grin.
“Tell me something I don't know, Jannie.” Lavani giggled harder when Janet
tightened the curling iron a little too hard on her hair. “I didn't do
anything! I was agreeing with her!”
“Janet, let
her up for a moment.”
“Uh, why?”
Seriously? There had been a time when Taker wasn't being
questioned and he smacked his face, rolling his eyes. “Vani, yer ass is mine
later, woman.” He informed her in a growl before walking away.
“I will HAPPILY trade spots with you Lavani.” Tiffany sighed dreamily.
“Promises,
promises!” Lavani called after him and leaned back while Janet finished her
hair before turning to do the makeup. It was simple black eyeliner with a
maroon eye shadow that Janet got as close to the wine color in her shirt and jeans
as she could, shimmering gloss on her lips, foundation to hide any blemishes on
television. This was a pay-per-view after all. “Thanks ladies, take
care.” She walked away, laughing when Tiffany wished her good luck with Taker.
“Don't need it, I can handle him.”
Winking,
Lavani grabbed her bag and headed down the hallway, fingering the silver
necklace around her neck that had a maroon teardrop stone hanging from it. Taker's gift. She absolutely loved it,
only taking it off when she had to shower.
Even then, sometimes she forgot since it became part of her over the
past almost six months.
“You're just
awful Steve, you know that?”
“So they say, honey, so they say.” Steve Austin shook his head with a laugh,
walking away from one of the production assistants he had been chatting
with. Turning, he nearly plowed right
into... “Lavani?”
Steve
blinked, looking at the hair and for a moment was confused because that was not
the color she had been sporting the last time he had seen her. But then again, she had always been a weird
woman with her six month hair changing color and clothes thing. When she simply looked up at him, obviously a
bit stunned, he quirked an eyebrow. It
took several seconds for Lavani to snap out of her shock at seeing Steve, not
having seen him in a year.
“Steve.” She
smiled when he took a hesitant step forward and Lavani accepted his hug, not
believing he was here. She slowly pulled back, staring up into his blue
eyes, hoping this wasn't a mirage. “What in the world are you doing here?
Are you finally coming back to raise more hell?”
“That's the
game plan, honey.” Steve drawled, blue eyes crinkling at the corners as he
smiled down at her, not letting go as his hands settled on her waist
comfortably. Though he did step back
enough to give her some semblance of space. “When are you finally goin' to do
some gold streaks?” He asked, raising one hand up to take a lock of wine
colored hair between his fingers, eyes flickering between that and her own
toffee colored orbs. “Bring out the shade of them gorgeous eyes of yers.”
“Probably
next time.”
Lavani picked
wine because it fit better with Taker's current image, even though she secretly
did want to do amber or gold. Amber more than likely since it would look
more natural than gold. It felt great seeing Steve here again, Lavani
missed him more than she was willing to admit. He was the only person she
could talk to, besides Adam and Jay, about the Faction since he hated them as
much as she did...if not more.
“I'm so glad
you're back. Things haven't been the same without the Rattlesnake around
here. How've you been?”
“I've been
good, honey, real good.”
Steve
occasionally tuned into the show, but for the most part, everything he knew was
from what he had heard and been told upon discussion of his return. So he knew who she was currently working with
and had to wonder which of them had lost their marbles: Her or Him. He never thought Lavani would leave the
Faction, especially Vince McMahon, but it was true what they said about the
WWF: Anything could happen.
“How about
you?”
Steve laced
his arm through hers, guiding her towards the cafeteria, figuring they could
both do with a drink and a moment to catch up.
Contrary to popular belief, he did not exist solely on beer. He had the occasional water. Not to mention, seeing Lavani again was
stirring something inside of him again that Steve thought was long
forgotten. He wondered if she felt the same
way.
“Never
better, especially now that I'm away from the Faction.” Lavani answered without
hesitation, walking with him, and had a feeling he already knew she was now
on-screen with the Undertaker.
She wasn't
going to bring it up if he didn't because the men did not like each other at
all. Their feud back in 1999 was bloody, brutal and intense, especially
their First Blood match at the pay-per-view Fully Loaded. Lavani would
never forget that night as long as she lived...for several reasons.
“How's
Calaway treating you?” Steve asked, knowing she wouldn't mention it without him
bringing it up first, she was sensitive that way.
It was no big
secret that he despised Taker and Taker reciprocated the feeling. They had a mutual hatred of each other, which
always showed through whenever they were in each other's presence, on-stage or
not. He knew what a bastard the Deadman
could be and, if for one second, thought that he was mistreating Vani in some
way...well, Steve would make that Deadman gimmick a reality.
“Very well
actually. I'm happy working with him.” Lavani knew better than to grin
like an idiot when it came to talking about Taker with Steve. She didn't
understand why the two men despised each other, but it really wasn't any of her
business. “I'm gonna tell you the same thing I told those two fools Adam and Jay
before you even start, Steven.” She only used his full name when she became
deadly serious, her toffee eyes mirroring it. “Until he gives me a reason to
fear him or anything, there's no reason for me to. He never did anything
to me back then. And he gave me the perfect opportunity to get away from
the Faction. I owe him a lot, he helped me and I'm grateful.”
“Whoa honey,
slow down, I wasn't going to bite your head off or tell you to be careful. You're a big girl, you can handle yourself.”
Steve chuckled, not offended in the slightest by the slight attitude that came
with that warning, gathering damn quickly from not only the quick leap to
'Taker's defense -as if the ass needing defending-, but the tone of voice she
used as well as the look in her eyes. “If you're happy and he's treating you
right, that's all I care about.” That wasn't totally true, but Steve wasn't
about to start off their reconnection on a bad note either. He wasn't an idiot.
“He's easy to
work with, not really demanding and treats me with respect. It's all I
can really ask for honestly. And I wasn't biting your head off, I was
simply telling you because I know you and Taker don't exactly get along.” They
hated each other actually, but Lavani wasn't about to say that. “I didn't mean
to jump the gun, but I also didn't need to hear the warnings about what kind of
person he is and be reminded of what he's done because I already know the risk
I'm taking. And it's worth it. Because honestly if I had to hear
Big Nose talk about his dick one more time, I was going to cut it off.”
“Hunt still
talkin' that shit?” Steve rolled his eyes in exasperation when she nodded,
noting the disgusted look on her face. “That jackass has the smallest pecker
out of anyone in the locker room.” He snorted, having had the misfortune of
seeing Hunter in all his naked 'glory' in a locker room in Germany. Not the best locker room he had ever been in
and sure as hell not the fondest memory he possessed. “Shit, mental image...” He
groaned.
Lavani
giggled softly, patting Steve gently on the back. Steve also hated Hunter
as much as anyone else in the locker room. He only got along with a few
select people and Lavani was fortunate enough to be one of those.
“Want me to
get your mind off of it?” When he nodded, Lavani decided to take pity on him,
leaning over so her mouth was right by his ear. “The night of Fully Loaded.”
She whispered, knowing only he could hear her and what it meant.
It worked
like a charm when Steve smirked back at her, blue eyes glinting. That had definitely taken his mind off of the
Hunter incident and put something else much more...pleasurable in there. When Lavani started moving away, he wrapped a
tanned, muscular arm around her waist and drew her back against him.
“Well now
honey,” Steve drawled, bending down so his forehead was pressed against hers,
his nose nearly brushing against hers, their lips only inches apart. “You
definitely got my mind on other things...”
“That was the
whole point of mentioning it.”
Lavani's one
night stand had been with none other than Steve Austin, right after the Fully
Loaded pay-per-view. She was in the hotel bar having a few drinks and
trying to get rid of a migraine Hunter had given her. He'd beaten Dwayne
and couldn't stop bragging about how he was going to be the next WWF
champion.
Steve met up
with her with a heavily bandaged head, they had shots and one thing lead to
another. It was the only time Lavani had slept with anyone in the company
and, as pleasurable as it was, she vowed never to let it happen again.
Though the look in Steve's eyes told her he remembered that night as well and
Lavani knew she had to squash it before he thought they could have a round two.
“I have to
get going.” She extracted herself from his arm and stood up from the table,
smiling. “Welcome back Rattlesnake.” Winking, Lavani walked out of the
cafeteria and headed to Taker's locker room.
All Steve
could do was watch as she walked away and shake his head. Lavani had made it abundantly clear the
morning after their one night stand that that was all it was and would ever be:
A onetime deal. And at the time, he had
been fine with that. Well now that she
had gone and rekindled some old flames...Steve wasn't entirely sure if one
night had been enough.
Chapter 19
“Taker?”
Lavani called out when she entered the locker room and frowned when there was
no response, wondering where he was.
His bags and
everything where in here so that was a good sign. Lavani shrugged,
figuring he was probably getting ready for his match that night and sat down on
the bench to start looking over his schedule. Being gone for two days,
with as popular as Taker was, Lavani knew she had some work to catch up
on. Ever since Taker's visit with Monica, Lavani made it a point to make
him do an appearance with one of the wish foundations at least once a week,
knowing he enjoyed it far more than regular signings and whatnot.
As if he
didn't know Steve Austin was back?
It was a very
rare occasion indeed when Taker wasn't aware of something, or someone,
especially when it related to HIS yard.
He had gone for a stroll, managing to stay out of sight, which was much
easier than most people would imagine, and had seen a few interesting
things. All of them promised deadly consequences
for someone down the road.
Lavani
couldn't help thinking back to that night with Steve, the guilt slowly welling
up inside of her. She'd watched that match, remembering all the hype and
build up for it. Mainly because she wanted to see Steve win so Vince
would have to leave the company. That didn't last long, but the time
Vince had been away was bliss for Lavani. She remembered how worried she
was seeing both men busted open and how turned on the match made her.
She could be
sick and twisted, though that was her little secret.
When she went
drinking that night, all Lavani could think about was Taker and it bugged her
because she didn't understand why. She didn't know him at the time and
he'd tortured her friend, yet she thought he was still incredibly hot with the
long beard and all. When Steve approached her and asked if he could buy
her a drink, Lavani couldn't say no and Steve kissing her just fueled the fire
her body had been lit on. So she had basically used Steve for sex to quench
that fire since Taker couldn't. Now that she thought about it, Lavani was
a terrible person and had used Steve like a cheap piece of meat, making her
sigh heavily.
Taker wasn't
exactly in the nicest of moods when he finally stormed back into the dressing
room, though he did take a moment to inwardly calm himself, knowing he couldn't
go in there and take his anger out on Lavani.
Nor could he pull her into his arms, kiss her until she was senseless
and then fuck her into oblivion. Not
just yet.
He grunted a
greeting before getting to his nightly ritual, shadowboxing. Something was wrong, Lavani knew it instantly
because he'd gone from somewhat playful with the girls earlier to
brooding. She knew him pretty well, but Lavani also knew when to just keep
her mouth shut. Normally, watching this
man shadowbox was a treat for Lavani, especially since he was once again bare
from the waist up, but given his mood...Lavani kept herself busy, not looking
at him.
“You have a
meeting tomorrow at two with the creative department because they have a new
idea for a shirt.” Lavani informed him softly, crossing that off her notepad
and stuffed it into her bag when he just nodded.
He was
somewhat aware of her, of the fact that she wasn't doing her usual 'checking
him out secretively' bit. Taker was more
intent on the opponent he was currently beating the life out of in his mind.
“Anything else?” He demanded, never stopping, though his head did turn to the
side to stare at her, his schedule usually pretty full these days.
Whatever his
problem was, Lavani hoped he got it checked before they returned to the motel
that night. “Not tomorrow, but you have a signing the day after along with an
appearance at a mall afterwards. I scheduled you for another wish too.”
That got his attention and Lavani smiled tentatively. “It's a little boy, I'll
have more information for you tomorrow. Headquarters hasn't sent it over
to me yet. I want you to look this over and if there's any discrepancies
with it, let me know so I can get things switched around.”
Not right now
obviously, but later on when they were alone, Lavani wanted him to focus on the
fatal four-way. Nodding, Taker finally
stopped and walked over to the cooler to procure two bottles of water. The first was poured over his head, rivulets
streaming down his neck, shoulders and chest.
The second he drank, downing it in one long swallow before tossing both
bottles into the nearby trash bin.
“Did you see
the note I slipped in the pile about Monica?” Taker asked after a moment,
watching as she shuffled through it. “She's...gettin' worse, so clear a day
this week for me; I want to go see her.” Because it would probably be the last
time he did and he had gotten attached, against his better judgment.
Lavani
frowned when she heard that and read the note, closing her eyes, letting out a
shuddering sigh. “Alright, I'll make it for Thursday. You were supposed
to do a radio interview, but she's more important. I'll make the calls and
get it straightened out. That's Thursday, by the way. You'll have
to fly in to see her and then fly back to make it to the house show, unless you
just don't want to attend it.” When he nodded, Lavani jotted a note down, doing
whatever Taker wanted.
The house
show could go on without him as far as Taker was concerned, though he didn't
say it out loud, well aware that Lavani seemed to be on tenterhooks right now.
“You seem nervous, darlin'.” He observed finally, walking over to look down at
his schedule, which looked much less annoying now that she had sorted it out.
“Everythin' alright?”
“I don't
know, is it?”
Lavani looked
up into his eyes, raising a brow. There was no tint in her voice, she was
honestly curious what was wrong with him. It wasn't that Lavani was
nervous so much as concerned about what suddenly put Taker in this brooding
mood.
“I mean, you
were playful with me and the girls earlier while I was getting ready for
tonight and now you're not. You seem...upset or maybe irritated.”
“Upset.”
Taker admitted honestly. “Got to thinking about Monica.” That part was only
half-honest, but he was such a damn good liar that sometimes he almost fooled
himself. “So, because I seemed to be in a mood you went into one as well? You weren't oglin' me like you usually do.”
He smirked when she scoffed, purposefully raising an arm and flexing a muscle.
“Keep it up
and I'm going to deflate your ego.” Lavani warned, shaking her pen at him
threateningly, though the amusement shined in her toffee eyes. There was the Taker she got to know and
secretly loved. “And I don't ogle you. I have no idea what you're talking
about, Deadman.” Lavani had learned to play innocent really well with Taker,
knowing sometimes he didn't know if she was serious or not, which played in her
favor. “Now get busy, you got a WWF title to win and then maybe I'll 'ogle'
you.”
“Wait
darlin', one more thing now that you've mentioned ego...” He drawled, stroking
his chin thoughtfully, green eyes flashing with wicked amusement as he recalled
the conversation he had walked in on figuratively earlier between the four
women. “Why admit to nothin'?” Lavani had seen him naked several times, got
woken up on more than one occasion to his 'ego', and knew for a fact he was
better endowed then most men.
“Because it's
a free country and I can.” Lavani retorted, refusing to stroke his ego because
the man had a big enough head as I was. “Would you stop staring at me like
I just killed your puppy and get back to your warm-up?”
She didn't
have to tell anyone anything about how he was in the bedroom because, chances
were, they already knew. Not that she knew sexual wise, but Taker
definitely would be able to use his equipment in the bedroom. If she kept staring at her with those damn
eyes, Lavani was going to make Taker miss his match, wishing she was sitting on
an igloo right about now.
“You didn't
kill my puppy, darlin', but you may have impaired my chances of ever gettin' it
up again.” Taker snorted, smirking when she just scowled at him. “Sorry Vani,
you know I'm just teasin'.” He reached out to pat her head before turning to go
finish getting around for his match. “With you around, I'm always at the
ready.” He threw over his shoulder, ducking the half empty bottle of water that
came flying his way, laughing.
“That's nice
to know.” Lavani muttered, not amused by his teasing because he was simply
making the fire inside of her erupt. “And if you pat my head like that again,
I'll break your hand.”
She smiled
sweetly, though it didn't reach her eyes, glaring when he just laughed harder
at her idle threat. Lavani wasn't a child, if he wanted to touch her, he
could do a lot better than a simple pat on the head. There were other
areas of her body that needed attending...Lavani stood up and walked past him,
ducking while he shadow boxed to grab her water she chucked at him, downing the
rest of it.
Considering
that there were other places he would have preferred to pat, or simply touch
and he hadn't, Taker figured he deserved points for behaving. As it was, her threat of breaking his hand
didn't faze him. He didn't doubt she
wouldn't give it her best try, but...not likely.
After being
adequately warmed up, Taker began the process of gearing up, focusing his
attention on the fatal four-way. When it
was time to go out for the match, Lavani was a little surprised that Taker
wasn't riding his motorcycle out to the ring. Then she figured the fight
would spill out of the ring and Taker didn't want his bike damaged. Not
that she blamed him.
When his
music hit, they walked out and stood on the ramp before walking down to the
ring. She clapped for Taker while he slipped between the ropes and
saluted the fans, staying on the outside letting him have the spotlight.
She was basically out there for sex appeal and didn't want to stay in the back
by herself in case the Faction decided to screw with her again.
Sex appeal in
spades, but then again, she was also a bit of a distraction and one that he
knew certain opponents of his would probably try to exploit. Which meant he was going to have to take them
out as quickly as possible. Most were
smart enough to leave her the hell alone, especially since the last person who
got physical with her had gone to the ER for a broken eye socket.
However, not
everyone was that damn smart.
If Lavani
knew what Taker thought of her as far as being out there with him, she would be
inclined to point he wanted her out there in the first damn place! But
since she didn't, Lavani remained all smiles as the match got underway,
watching it closely. She didn't cheer Taker on because she didn't want to
distract him, knowing he didn't need it.
The man was
perfection in the ring, or damned near. Though, when Benoit grabbed a
steel chair and struck Taker with it, she was pissed, especially the match
ending with Benoit pinning Taker to the mat. Lavani however had noticed
something the official hadn't.
“His foot was
on the rope!!” She shouted out, scowling.
“Shut up and
mind your own business, wench!”
Lavani went to
say something when Commissioner Mick Foley’s music hit and he came out, stating
that because Taker’s foot being on the bottom rope, the match was being
restarted. She stumbled back as Benoit shouted profanities and slid out
of the ring with the chair, proceeding to hit both Taker and Kane with it
repeatedly. All she could do was stand there watching in horror, rushing
over to him as soon as Benoit went on the attack in the ring with The Rock.
“Get up, come
on!” Lavani whispered urgently, trying to get him back in the ring while Kane
remained dazed, not concerned with him.
She smiled
when Taker began stomping Benoit repeatedly and then picked the punk up, choke
slamming him. Foley had actually
redeemed himself a few notches, but he still had a long way to go, the man was
still an idiot. Taker was beyond pissed
at this point, really not appreciating the chair shots from the not so pleased
Benoit.
Then he went
straight through livid when Rock pulled him away from Benoit as he was going
for the pin, following that up with a blow to the jaw the minute he was out of
the ring. He stumbled away, shaking his
head and turned around in time to see Kane pulling Rock out of the ring and
slid back in. He was greeted by a boot
to the gut, Chris had apparently gotten his second wind.
There was so
many things going on at one time, Lavani was having a hard time keeping up with
it all. Somehow Rock had gotten back in the ring away from Kane and Kane
had pulled Taker out of the ring away from Benoit. So now Taker and Kane
were brawling on the outside while that left Benoit and Rock in the ring.
Rock ended up
hitting his finishing maneuver, The Rock Bottom, and pinned Benoit for the
victory. Lavani stayed out of the way as Taker kept fighting with Kane
after the match, seeing Benoit wasn't happy with her either while Rock
celebrated in the ring. She did the first thing she could think of and
that was grab a steel chair, deciding she would be cleaning Benoit's clock if
he so much as made an attempt to touch her.
When Benoit
actually began approaching Lavani with deadly intentions in his eyes, Taker
started for them, green eyes widening dangerously. If the Rabid Wolverine was blaming Vani for
the fact that he hadn't won the title like he apparently thought, then he was
barking up the wrong tree. That was all
on Foley.
She had just
spotted the mistake and called the ref on it.
Before he
could make it over, Kane grabbed him and whipped him around, he automatically
lashed out with a boot. Really hoping if
Lavani swung that chair, she made it count.
While Kane was doubled over, he grabbed a handful of the other man's hair
before driving Kane face first right into the guardrail.
“Stay down,
boy.” Taker ordered, making his way towards Benoit who was clearly talking
trash to HIS woman.
“You like
stickin' your nose where it isn't wanted, wench?”
“I have a name, asshole.” Lavani growled, not appreciating being called a wench
and knew Taker was wrapped up with Kane at the moment, so she had to defend
herself.
Benoit didn't
care. He was going to make sure she
never uttered another word again. When
Benoit reached for her, Lavani swung the chair as hard as she could, nailing
him right in the face. The sound echoed throughout the arena as steel met
skull, Benoit dropping like a sack of potatoes.
Lavani hit
him one more time for good measure right across the back before tossing the
chair down harshly on him, breathing heavily, her heart racing. When she
turned around, Lavani bumped right into Taker's chest, feeling his arms wrap
around her and clung to him, trembling slightly while blood poured from
Benoit's forehead. She had one HELL of a
swing on her and Taker felt pride coursing through him at the sight of Benoit
all busted open, openly smirking in appreciation as he took in the blood that
was running down the man’s face.
“Goddamn
Vani...” Taker muttered, bending down so his mouth was right by her ear.
“Remind me to not piss you off when you have a chair in hand.” He felt her
trembling and frowned, stooping slightly to pick her up, feeling her arms
automatically going about his neck in a vise grip. “I gotcha, darlin'.”
Lavani was
NOT a fighter by any means, it took a lot to anger her, but she'd been backed
into a corner with no other choice. The adrenaline coursing through her
was the reason for her shaking. That and
she honestly had been terrified of being attacked again. That definitely was a first for her and
Lavani didn't know if she liked this current rush or not.
“I'm okay.”
She whispered in his ear, her face burying in his neck, not believing she
actually lacerated someone with a chair.
“He deserved
it, you did the right thing.” Taker said flatly as he carried her backstage,
knowing she was probably feeling a very strange mixture of nerves, fear and
adrenaline. “If you hadn't taken him out, he would've gotten you and you
wouldn't be in my arms right now, Lavani.
You'd probably be on a stretcher.” Chris was brutal and the man didn't make
his in-ring ability look painful while softening the moves.
It looked
painful because it WAS painful.
“I know.”
Lavani just kept nodding, blinking as a few tears slid down her cheeks and
refused to look at anyone they came across. “I'm sorry you lost.” She added,
hearing him murmur that it was fine.
He'd get his
shot again. Lavani snuggled further
against him, hoping he didn't release her yet. She had to come down from
this high before she even thought about walking of her own volition. God
she loved Taker so much. It physically
hurt her every time she was away from him.
Being in his
arms at this moment was all Lavani needed, already feeling herself calm
down. Taker wasn't too happy about
losing, but that came in second to the fact that Benoit had been approaching
her with dangerous intentions. It was a
bit of a surprise to Taker when he realized Lavani was more important than the
belt.
“I got you.”
He whispered again reassuringly.
Chapter 20
Steve was
leaning against the hallway wall, arms folded over his chest as he watched
Taker carrying Lavani. “You alright, honey?” He asked, as if she weren't in the
one person he hated more than anything in this world's arms.
Taker had
stopped at the sound of Steve's voice, Lavani slowly looking up to look at him,
managing to crack a smile and nodded. “Yeah, wasn't expecting to do that.” She
looked back at Taker, suddenly realizing they were standing in front of Taker's
enemy and vise versa. “Set me down please.” Lavani whispered, feeling him
reluctantly do it, but kept a firm arm around her waist, toffee eyes turning to
plead with Steve not to start anything with Taker right now.
Not while she
was directly in the line of fire.
Still
blatantly ignoring Taker, Steve stepped up to Lavani and reached out to gently
brush the sweat off her forehead, blue eyes filled with concern. “Glad to see
you can swing a chair better than most of the boys back here, honey.”
His grip on
her tightened just a fraction and it took every ounce of control Taker
possessed not to slam this bald bastard right through the cement wall, pretty
sure he could do it with the amount of anger that was beginning to course
through him.
“Yeah well,
I'm not exactly a meek mouse. I do have a mean streak when the situation
calls for it.” It rarely showed though, hence why Steve was staring at her in
pure surprise by what happened. “Did you hear what I did to the Princess a few
weeks ago?” When Steve quirked an eyebrow, Lavani's eyes flashed almost
demonically, feeling much better now that she was being distracted with
something else. “I cracked her cheekbone with a kick to the face. She
pulled my hair and you KNOW how much I loathe anyone touching my hair unless
I'm getting it done.”
Lavani could
feel the tension from Taker, but ignored it, refusing to end contact with Steve
just because they couldn't decide who had the bigger balls. It was sad
really. Steve's lips quirked upwards
into a half-smile, recalling a time when she had rather enjoyed having her hair
lightly pulled.
Though he
wasn't about to mention it in present company.
Not out of fear, because he did not fear the Deadman, but out of respect
for Lavani, figuring she wouldn't appreciate it if he were to reference that
night at the moment. Patience, Taker was
praying for patience, and still fighting that urge to throw Austin through the
wall.
“We have to
get going, see you later, Steve. Oh and thanks for shutting Boy Wonders
mouth up.” Grinning, Lavani walked away with Taker, knowing things were about
to become very interesting in the WWF now that Steve was back. She was
working with Steve's enemy, who was also the man she secretly loved, but she'd
had a one night stand with Steve those years ago the night of Fully Loaded.
‘I'm so screwed.’ She thought, walking inside Taker's locker room so they could
get ready to leave.
Taker wanted
to point out the obvious: She and Steve seemed rather...friendly, but at the
same time, he knew if he did, it would probably lead to a fight. In his current mood, that wouldn't turn out
well for either of them. Instead, Taker
began packing his things, knowing they needed to get the hell out of the
building before he changed his mind about hunting Austin down and giving him a
proper 'welcome back' greeting, Deadman style.
“You're
brooding again.” Lavani pointed out after slipping into the passenger seat of
the rental Taker got.
It wasn't
often he wanted a rental, but after the match, she knew he wasn't in the mood
to ride his motorcycle. She knew what it was about and sighed when he
didn't say anything, looking out the window, buckling up. Fine, he didn't
want to talk about it, then they wouldn't. It would only make the tension
between them thicker until it eventually exploded, Lavani would be expecting it
at least when it finally did come down to that.
Taker was
brooding for several reasons.
The first and
foremost being that she and Steve had looked awfully damn...comfortable earlier
in the cafeteria. He really did not want
to read into the body language implications because he did not like the
conclusion his mind was screaming at him.
In fact, he disliked the idea so much that he was almost tempted to hold
her ass under the shower and just let some hot water and lye take care of what
he was going to call HIS mental problem.
His mental problem being: Anyone who had touched her, ever, needed to
have all traces removed, regardless of how long it had been and then they
needed to either vanish off the face of the earth or die.
For Steve, he
liked the second option, a lot.
Lavani
started laughing out of nowhere because she'd read several different emotions
that crossed Taker's face, covering her mouth with her hand when he shot his
eyes over to glare at her. “Oh don't you glare at me. I'll take those damn eyeballs and roll them
in the back of your damn head just like you did back in your Lord of Darkness
days. Now what the hell is your deal? What is bothering you?
You know the more you brood and keep it bottled up, the worse it's going to get
until your pretty big head explodes. So why not just tell me what the
problem is so we can deal with it head on?”
“Woman, I'm
going to pull this goddamn car over and beat the tar out of you.” Taker
threatened, though it was only a threat and he wouldn't do it. And the wench knew it because she actually
snorted and then rolled her eyes at him. “They'll get stuck.” He informed her,
rolling his own when she pointed out his were still operational. “Nobody likes a
smartass, Vani.”
“Yeah?
Well nobody likes a brooding asshole either.” She shot back, folding her arms
in front of her chest, refusing to back down from him. “You know, you can
intimidate a lot of people in this world, but not me. I'm not scared of
you. I've never been scared of you. So your stares and grunts and
growls and meaningless threats can take a flying leap, along with you, off a
short pier. So when you're ready to drop your balls and talk about what's
bothering you, let me know. But not until then.”
That was the
last thing she was saying to him and Lavani honestly didn't care if she'd
pissed him off. Maybe it would get him to explode and finally tell her
what was bothering him, anything to get him out of his brooding. If he were any other man, he would drop his
balls...right on her face to shut her up.
As it was, he
simply ignored her. Taker didn't want
her to be afraid of him, not yet at any rate.
If he were to tell her what his problem was, it would wind up going
badly from there and she WOULD be afraid of him. So...she could think of him as a ball-less
prick who was emotionally constipated.
It was healthier for her.
“You know, I
never pegged you to be a pussy, but silly me I guess I'm not a good judge of
character.”
Luckily,
Lavani had waited until Taker parked the car before saying that and hopped out,
knowing she probably crossed the line. She had to do something
though! He wasn't talking and it bothered her because she never thought
Taker would be one to keep his feelings to himself...for any reason.
When she
heard a stream of cuss words followed by something snapping, Lavani decided to
hightail it first into the hotel, giving him a few minutes to stay out here
alone to mellow his ass out. Taker was a piece of work and beneath all of
that intimidation was a man like every other one. Only the problem was
Lavani was in love with him and didn't know what to do about it.
Lavani had
balls, he would give her that and, by the time he reached the motel room,
Taker's anger had simmered to something else entirely. He walked into the room and dropped his bag,
green eyes fastening on her. Without
saying a word, he crossed the room until he was standing directly in front of
her and pinned her back against the wall.
“You are
drivin' me fucking INSANE, Lavani.” Taker informed her roughly, his hands
gripping her upper arms gently but firmly.
Without
giving her time to pop off at the mouth again, he bent down and kissed her
hungrily, one hand releasing her in order to grip the back of her neck. All Lavani could do was respond to him,
kissing him back with an equal amount of passion and hunger, her entire body
exploding into a full on blazing inferno. He hadn't kissed her for nearly
six months and Lavani had waited patiently for him to do it again, refusing to
make the first move. But something else was in this kiss that Lavani
didn't like, almost a hidden anger. She didn't want him to be angry when
he kissed her, even though it felt so damn good and took her breath away.
“Taker...”
She mumbled against his lips, moaning when he stopped her from speaking and
gripped his blue tank top roughly in her hands in two fistfuls. “Taker, stop!”
She breathed out, having to rip her lips away from him and looked up at him
with dark golden hazy eyes. “Tell me what's wrong.” Her lips were extremely
swollen, almost looking bruised and Lavani couldn't hold back the tremors that
tore through her body. “Talk to me, please.”
“I. Want.
You.” He said, forcing himself to enunciate and speak slowly, mainly
because if he didn't, it was going to come out a very husky growl, his eyes a
very dark deep green at the moment. “I've wanted you for a damn long time and I
know you want me.” Taker was practically daring her to deny it. With the way she had kissed him back, there
was no chance of a denial flying. “So what's stoppin' this? What is holding you back?” This was a part of
his problem actually and he stared down at her expectantly.
Those were
two very good questions and Lavani honestly didn't know how to answer them
without legitimately angering him. Granted, she had pushed him to tell
her what was wrong and, if this was it, then she'd definitely dug her own
grave. She asked for it and he was giving it to her, how the hell was she
supposed to get out of this? It wasn't like she could tell him the REAL
reasoning behind why she'd been holding herself back from him.
It wasn't as
if she could just blurt out that Ryan was one of her best friends that he'd
traumatized to the point of sending her to a mental institution. It wasn't
as if she could just say that she was afraid it would happen to her, even
though he wasn't torturing her in a bad way. And she sure as hell
couldn't tell him about her one night stand with Steve, knowing how much he
despised the man. So what the hell was she supposed to do? Just
cave in and sleep with him to get it out of the way?
Lavani knew
it wasn't that simple because, unlike her one night with Steve, she'd fallen
for Taker, harder than she'd ever care to admit. What if she did sleep
with him? Could she just go back to the way things were when it was all
said and done, if that's all he wanted from her was one night? No, she
couldn't. It would break her heart and Lavani didn't want to destroy the
friendship they had built over the past six months.
“There are
too many things for me to list off, Taker. Yes I do want you, but I can't
do this.” God this killed her to push him away, it was physically hurting her
and showed in her eyes, but Lavani knew she was doing the right thing as tears
formed. “Please don't make this harder for me...”
His green
eyes narrowed. The woman had poked,
prodded and nagged him for not talking to her and now she was giving him a 'too
many things to list' excuse? Taker
spotted the tears and wasn't moved by them, trying to understand this
woman. She was a puzzle; every time he
figured he had her sorted, he found he was missing a damn piece.
“Why can't
you do this?” Taker demanded, refusing to let her push him away, gathering her
against him again.
Of course he
wouldn't make this easy for her and just let it go, not after she'd baited him
the entire way here from the arena. “Because I like the way things are right
now. Sex would just complicate things between us and I don't want that.”
That was the best Lavani could come up with without telling him the truth about
everything. “If I wasn't your assistant, if I wasn't working this closely with
you, I would do it in a heartbeat, but...that's not the case.”
Lavani didn't
try extracting herself from his arms because there really was no point. Taker outweighed her by at least two hundred
pounds and didn't have the strength. She didn't want him to let her go,
the conflicting emotions flashing through her eyes as she stared back at him,
battling with her inner demons trying to figure out what was right and wrong.
How like a
woman to think sex would make things complicated! He personally thought it might improve their
working relationship. Actually, it
definitely would. Taker wouldn't be
walking around with a constant hard-on from just being near her, that would be
an improvement.
“Sex would
not complicate things with us, darlin'...” He murmured, bending down to kiss
away the few tears that escaped her toffee eyes. “It would only make things
better.” They were practically two shakes away from being a couple as it was
now.
“Why do you
say that?” Lavani couldn't stop herself from asking, trying not to melt at the
feeling of his lips gently brushing away her tears. She knew exactly why
he said that though, acting dumb was her only weapon at the moment. “No it
won't. Because you'll get what you want and then what? We'll just
go back to the way things used to be? I can't do that, Taker. I'm
not a robot, I can't just shut my emotions on and off whenever I want. And
you may think I'm a coward, but I'm not about to take that chance.” If it meant
getting separate rooms from now on or spacing herself from him, then that's
what Lavani would do. “It may make things better for you, but not for me.”
‘Ouch, way to
totally kill a guy.’ Taker thought dryly. “Is that what you think of me,
Lavani?” He asked softly, pressing his forehead against hers and stared into
her eyes, wondering if she truly thought he was after just sex because that
wasn’t the case. “That all I want is you in my bed and then...nothing?”
If that was
the case, he would have seduced her good and proper long before now and just
been done with it. As much as he hated
admitting it, to himself that is, he wanted more than just one night with her. He wanted her, period, in all ways. She couldn't fight him anymore, all of her
willpower gone and slowly shook her head, trembling.
“I slept with
Steve.” It was a whisper, but Lavani knew Taker heard her, not moving from her
spot and closed her eyes. “It was just one time, it happened a long time ago
and...God I don't even know WHY I'm telling you this.”
She felt him
pull away and Lavani didn't blame him.
Deciding if he truly wanted her for more than just sex then he had the
right to know she'd slept with the one man on this earth he hated and probably
wanted dead. This was basically a
confirmation of what Taker already suspected after seeing them and reading
their body language in the cafeteria earlier.
Damn, it
still knocked him back a few loops though upon hearing her confession. Steve had always been on his 'to kill' list,
it was an eventuality; he had just got bumped up on the timeslot though. Inhaling through his nose, he simply stared
down at her.
“Do you have
any feelings for him?” Taker asked, trying to keep the undercurrent of darkness
from tingeing his tone, but...it wasn't working.
“No.”
It was the
truth. Lavani had used Steve because she
was lonely and couldn't have the man she really wanted, who was now standing in
front of her offering to give her what she craved back then. The irony of
it was nearly crushing.
“It was the
night of Fully Loaded, your first blood match with him.” Lavani confessed,
beginning the explanation. “He found me at the bar in the hotel I was staying
at, we got drunk and one thing lead to another. I didn't mean for it to
happen. We both promised not to tell anyone or mention it. I
actually asked him and he agreed, thankfully. I vowed never to sleep with
anyone on the roster again after that because I basically used him like a cheap
piece of meat, which is something I DON'T do. He was my first one and
ONLY one night stand and I have never felt so cheap and low in my entire
life. I don't want to feel that way again. But I don't regret it
happening either because Steve and I became really good friends after that,
especially with our mutual hatred for the McMahon family and Hunter.”
He ignored
the ‘good friends’ part, figuring she would eventually forgive him for what he
now intended to do to her good friend.
So she had used Steve Austin like he was a cheap piece of meat. That was actually...amusing, though he didn't
show it.
“What on
earth makes you think you'd feel that way again with me? I don't want one night with you, Lavani.”
Taker said finally, deciding this conversation needed to get back on track
before he finally did explode, knowing his temper was riding precariously close
to the surface.
All it would
take was one explosion and he would lose all the ground he had carefully
cultivated with her.
“You want me
even after what happened with Steve?” She did not understand this man and
looked completely floored, blinking up at him. “And I didn't say I'd feel that
way with you. I'm just telling you that if you did only want one night
with me, that's how I would feel. Unlike Steve, I...feel something for
you, Taker.” She fingered the teardrop stone around her neck, trying not to
lose her nerve. “And you look like you're ready to kill someone.” He hadn't hid
the murderous intentions in his eyes very well, Lavani frowned because she knew
who he wanted to murder, deciding she wasn't getting involved in his feud with
Steve. “All I ask is that you keep me out of your issues with Steve. I'm
not choosing sides.” Lavani was making that crystal clear as she sat on the bed,
feeling exhausted suddenly.
Which he took
to mean 'if you're going to kill him, just leave me out of it' and felt a small
measure of pleasure at that. Taker
watched as she sank down onto the bed, knowing tonight had done a number on her
emotionally. Sighing inwardly, he kicked
off his boots and walked over to the small refrigerator, pulling out a bottle
of water after contemplating the whiskey.
Tonight would definitely not be the night to drink, not if he wanted to
maintain a healthy relationship with Lavani.
He then walked over to sit on the bed beside her, setting the water on
the floor before peeling off his shirt and tossing it away.
“Even after
what happened with Steve, I still want you.” Taker said finally. “But I'm
willing to wait because I...care for you.” That was his way of saying he felt
something for her, not entirely sure what it was and not about to dissect it
tonight. “And I won't ask you to choose sides.” But he was not promising
anything else when it came to Austin.
“You care for
me, eh?”
That got a
smile out of her, even after what happened between them, which wasn't both of
them naked in bed together. She knew that's what Taker wanted and she
felt the same way, but not until she was sure about his intentions and what he
felt. Standing up, Lavani removed her tank top and straddled Taker's lap,
wrapping her arms around his neck loosely, softly brushing her lips against
his.
“I care for
you too.” She whispered against his lips, rubbing their noses together. “Now
lay down on the bed on your stomach so I can give you a massage. You took a few
chair shots tonight and I know you've gotta be knotted up.”
If not for
the fact that he himself was no longer in the mood, this wouldn't have been a
smart move on Lavani's part. Though
Taker wasn't going to turn down the offer of a massage, the woman had magical
hands. Brushing his lips against hers,
he then gently moved her off his lap and lay back, turning over onto his
stomach, folded his hands beneath his chin staring at the wall. Tonight had been a night for
revelations. Some good, some bad; all
would eventually have some sort of consequence.
Lavani
straddled his lower back, already seeing the bruises forming from the chair
shots Benoit gave him, frowning slightly. She hoped she gave that jerk a
concussion with her own shot, smirking at the memory. It actually felt
good, but Lavani wouldn't make a habit out of it unless she had to defend
herself. Slowly, she began running her hands over his huge broad back,
feeling the muscles contract and ripple beneath her touch. Lavani was
careful not to scratch him with her nails, which had wine colored tips,
focusing on the task at hand.
“I missed
you.” She whispered, pressing a kiss to the bruised area of his back, smiling
at his grunts and groans.
“Missed you
too, darlin'.” Taker murmured, relaxing completely under her touch.
Shivering
slightly when he felt her lightly bringing her nails down his spine, Lavani
gently rubbed a bruised spot, not even needing to see his back to know it was
probably one giant bruise. Benoit had
swung that chair with the sole intention of hurting someone. He would congratulate the man the next time
their paths crossed, with a six inch hole in his forehead.
“I think
we're going to have to teach you how to do more than swing a
chair...though...you are pretty damn good at it...”
Lavani shook
her head. “I told you I'm not a fighter, Taker.”
She didn't
want to learn anything in the ring, still not sure if she liked the adrenaline
rush hitting Benoit gave her. No doubt Taker would try changing her mind
about it, but Lavani could at least try fighting temptation. Hell, look
where that got her! She'd basically told Taker how she felt without actually
saying it, something she thought would never happen.
Not to
mention telling him about her one night stand with Steve, a man he
despised.
Soon, Lavani
was just lying on top of him, her cheek pressed against his back while she ran
her nails very gently down his sides, soothing him. She did apply some
salve to his back though during the massage, knowing it would help with the
swelling. He had lapsed into silence
after that, and remained that way throughout the rest of the massage. When he felt her lightly laying on top of
him, he smiled slightly and finally broke his silence.
“I don't mean
for you to fight, Vani.” Taker did not want her fighting, ever. “I meant for
you to be able to defend yourself if need be...”
He yawned,
burying his face in the pillow to muffle it, feeling so relaxed he was damn
near putty. Though, after he was through with Benoit, he was hoping the boys
would get the message to leave her the hell alone. Then she would have no reason to defend herself.
“I know what
you mean and if you want to show me some moves, I'm willing to learn.” She
reluctantly peeled herself off of him and stood up to unfasten her jeans,
pushing them down her legs before kicking them away. “Got room for me?” She
asked coyly, grinning when he scooted over from laying in the center of the
bed, crawling right into his arms.
A good night
kiss later, both had passed out, exhausted from the pay-per-view and
conversation they had, Lavani wondering what was going to happen now.
Chapter 21
Waking up was
not high on his list of things to do because he was stiffer then a damn board
when he opened his eyes. One brief
movement told him his back was not going to be his best friend today, even
though the salve had probably made the swelling and bruising go down
drastically, so he wouldn't be imitating a Panda today at least. Then he realized Lavani was snuggling against
him, with a smile on her face and bent down to brush his lips against her cheek
before shuffling himself off the bed. A
hot shower was definitely in order.
Taker was tempted to say screw his schedule and take the day off.
It wasn't
morning, they'd slept until noon. Lavani knew Taker had that meeting at
two for his new shirt with the creative department, which was at the
arena. That left Lavani to figure out something to do, if she even wanted
to. She hadn't worked out in a couple of days, deciding that's what would
be on the agenda. Reluctantly, Lavani slipped from the bed and padded
over to the bathroom, tapping the door gently before opening it a little.
“Don't forget
about your meeting at two.” Lavani called, smiling when he grunted in response
and shut the door before getting ready to head to a gym.
Taker would
take his bike and leave her the rental, she hoped anyway, otherwise she'd be
walking. He did not give a damn about
meeting with creative about a new shirt.
As long as it had no pink on it, something related to his character and
sold well, he was happy.
Rolling his
eyes, Taker turned under the sprays and let the hot water pound on his back,
gradually relaxing as it went from mildly annoying to very relaxing. When he was done, he stepped out and dried
off, wrapping a towel around his waist before emerging from the bathroom. Smelling the coffee, Taker felt his mood perk
up.
“What're you
going to be doing today?” Taker asked, sidestepping her as he made his way to
the pot.
“I'm going to
find a gym and get a good solid workout in. I've been slacking the last
couple days.”
Lavani
changed into a pair of white cotton shorts with a wine and white tie-dye tank
top, white sneakers on her feet. She pulled her hair up and put it in a
neat tight bun, a white band around the top of her head to smooth any loose
hairs down. She was ready to kick the hell
out of a punching bag and get some frustration out with everything that
happened lately.
“Would you
mind dropping me off before you go to your meeting?” Lavani asked, frowning
abruptly.
Suddenly
remembering Taker didn't have his bike because he'd asked the crew the previous
night to take it with them before heading out to the next area. So all
they had was one rental car. One rental
between the two of them, that was going to be a headache.
“Why don't
you just drop me off and pick me up when you’re done?” He suggested, taking in
the all white and wondered idly if her OCD issues were slowly resolving
themselves. Of course, there was the
wine mixed in that tie-dye tank top, but...it was still a lot of white and
outside, in the sun, she was going to be blinding. Taker made a mental note to not go without
shades today. “You can use the rental; if I have too, I can catch a cab back or
somethin'.”
“No, you drop
me off and I'll call you when I'm done. I'm not going to be done for several
hours. You can either join me or come back here to rest. I can
catch a cab or something if I can't get a hold of you.”
Lavani wasn't
taking the rental car when Taker had work to do while she was just going out
for personal reasons. Work always came first, he instilled that into her
over the past six months. This was not
work; this was him going in and saying yes or no to t-shirt ideas because after
all this time, they apparently still didn't know what he would approve of or
not. Shrugging, Taker simply took a
swallow of his coffee, knowing arguing with her was a bit like arguing with
himself, pretty damn pointless.
“I'll
probably come back here...” He added as an afterthought, knowing working out
wasn't going to be high on his list of things to do while his back was in its
current condition. Then on second
thought... “Or maybe I'll come...watch.”
Lavani
smirked when she heard that, shrugging nonchalantly. “If you want.” She wasn't
going to deny him coming to watch her because she enjoyed him undressing her
with his eyes. That's exactly what would happen too. “Maybe you can even
help me with a few things...spot me?”
She grinned,
having started pumping iron because of Taker. He'd influenced her to get
in better shape and take care of her body. And, if she did say so
herself, Taker took VERY good care of his gorgeous six foot ten frame. The least she could do was show her body the
same courtesy he showed his.
“I'm not
awake enough to deal with yer teasin' wench.” Taker warned her, walking over to
lightly swat her ass, deciding he liked these white cotton shorts...actually,
he liked white period. White and wet,
his green eyes lit up before shaking his head. “Tease...” Taker dropped down
onto the edge of the bed with his bag, rifling through it with a yawn and then
looked up at her, arching an eyebrow. “Woman, stop eyeballin' me like I'm
chocolate.”
“Mmm you are
a big box of chocolates aren't you?” She purred, giggling when he growled and
walked over with an innocent expression on her face that did not match her
devious toffee eyes. “There's all kinds of flavors when it comes to chocolate
too.” She stated, kicking his bag to the side before making herself very
comfortable in his lap, sitting sideways with her arm wrapped around his neck.
“What kind of chocolate do you like, Taker?”
“White
chocolate.” He rumbled automatically, his hands instantly going to her
waist. She was being a tease and, before
either of them knew it, he had flipped her so she was laying on the bed and sat
on his legs, careful not to crush her with his weight. “Are you havin' fun,
Vani?” He asked, green eyes glittering down at her, his hands running up and
down her sides gently. “Tormentin' me the way you are?” When she just smiled at
him, he returned it, beginning to tickle her.
“Yes!” Lavani
squealed out, trying to get away from him, but it wasn't happening, not with a
man his size.
She couldn't
remember the last time she had this much fun, most of her ex-boyfriends were
scumbags and didn't know their heads from their asses. Lavani wouldn't
mind watching Taker dismantle a few of them, but with every botched
relationship, it brought her closer to Taker. And now she had him.
It was an amazing feeling, though Lavani wondered sometimes what it would've been
like to be with him back in his darker days...when he actually lived
vicariously through his character. Lavani was coming to understand fast
that the men who succeeded in this business were themselves with the volume
cranked up, so everything Taker did back then he meant to do.
“Stop
it! I can't breathe! You're the one who mentioned chocolate!!” She
cried out, laughing harder as he hovered over her more.
“Because you
were lookin' at me like I was somethin' edible!” He retorted, though he did
stop tickling Lavani long enough to let her draw in some air, before doing it
all over again. There were plenty of
ways to torture and torment people and, apparently, his little OCD woman was
very ticklish. “Are you done teasin'?” Taker drawled, stopping again so she
could take another breath. “Because if not, I could keep it up until you piss
yourself.”
Lavani
retaliated by wrapping her legs around his waist since he pretty much had her
pinned beneath him and grabbed the back of his neck, bringing his lips down to
crash against hers in a rough passionate kiss. Only when they could no
longer breathe, Lavani before Taker since she was still trying to catch her
breath from being tickled, did the kiss break, her toffee eyes glittering back
up at him and were now a darkened gold.
“Never.” She
whispered, running her nails down his still bare chest. “Because you are VERY
edible and if you can devour me visually than I can do the same to you.”
“Touché...”
Taker muttered, licking his lips and leaned backwards onto his haunches. Forcing her to sit up with him, Taker moved
his hands so they were supporting her by her ass, giving her a firm squeeze as
she adjusted herself against him, legs still around his waist. “Woman...neither
of us are going to get out of here anytime soon if you don't knock that off.”
He warned her in a growl when she ran her nails down his chest, again, bending
his head down so their lips were inches apart. “Not that I have a problem with
that...”
“Of course
you don't and neither do I...” Lavani slowly ran the tip of her tongue around
his lips, tracing them and pulled back just as Taker was about to kiss her
again, smiling innocently. “However, you have a meeting to attend and I have a
workout to do.” Winking, Lavani jumped up from the bed just as Taker made a grab
for her, dancing out of his way and picked her gym bag up that had her workout
gear in it. “Come on Deadman, I don't want you to be late. It wouldn't
look good if my current boss was late for a meeting I set up for him.”
Taker slapped
himself in the face, knowing the moniker of Deadman was not exactly true at the
moment and sighed, pushing himself off the bed. “Let me finish dressin',
tease.” He ordered, disappearing into the bathroom. Five minutes later he came out in light blue
jeans, a denim vest with his hair braided back and his boots on, sunglasses
over his eyes. “Now we can go.” He said, once again taking in the all white she
wore and shook his head, trying not to grin at her.
The man
looked extremely gorgeous in all black, but there was also something about blue
that made him drop dead sexy. Hell, this man was sex on legs, sex on a
stick, just a huge tall hunk of walking sex. Lavani definitely had to get
laid soon because that's all she had on the brain at the moment. She would
definitely have to reconsider tossing her doubts with him out the window before
she ignited in flames literally.
To her
knowledge, that wasn't possible, but with how much sexual energy, fire and
frustration that was building inside of her, Lavani couldn't help wondering if
indeed it was possible for a human to explode by not giving into their
desires. She walked out of the motel room with Taker, smiling as he
clasped her hand with his and a few minutes later, they were on the road
hunting for an open gym.
After finding
her a gym she could just walk into, pay a fee, and not have to do the
membership route, he reluctantly left her.
The creative thing with the shirt was really looking less appealing by
the minute, especially when the little vixen wiggled her perky ass at him as
she sauntered away. The woman was too
damn delicious and she knew it. Before
leaving, Taker had gone entirely professional on her and reminded her to not
lift weights unless she did have someone spotting her, preferring not to come
back to find she had squashed herself.
Lavani first
went to the treadmill and slipped her ear buds in her ear from her walkman,
having special music she only used to work out with. It was a mixture of
rock and fast paced country, basically helping her become lost in whatever she
was doing. Today, she would work on her legs with the treadmill and them
squats, deciding against working on her arms alone.
Before Lavani
knew it, Taker was out of her mind for the time being and primary focus on her
workout, breathing in and out slowly. After an hour straight of running
the treadmill, Lavani moved to do her squats and laid down on the mat. Placing her max weight on each side of the
machine, Lavani began to pump her legs up and down, music blasting with her
eyes closed.
Meeting with
creative did not take long at all. They
had a few designs for him and, for the most part, they were mostly words on
black shirts, with only a couple new logo ideas. He had selected two that he liked and
basically given his seal of approval.
Then he had ‘requested’ that they design another shirt, geared toward
women, with Lavani mostly in mind, which had been met with shock but then
agreement. Of course they were going to
agree, he was the Undertaker.
After three
solid hours of working out, -Lavani had focused on the squats for an hour and a
half before moving onto the punching bag, another influence from Taker- she was
spent and ready to go back to the motel for a much needed nap. She stood
under the sprays of cool water, letting it rinse away all the reminiscence of
her workout, a deep sigh escaping her. That's when her mind went back to
Taker and Lavani groaned, instantly turning the water colder than she normally
would have.
Her muscles
would definitely cool down from the intense workout along with the fire already
threatening to run rampant throughout her body. What she wouldn't give to
have Taker in here with her, Lavani would tear him apart, already knowing that
it would happen eventually. There wasn't even a doubt in her mind
anymore, she had to sleep with Taker because she simply had needs only he could
fulfill and a fire only he could quench.
Unbeknownst
to Lavani, he had arrived in time to watch her workout with the punching
bag. The woman had a decent jab, she
just needed to work on throwing her punches from the shoulder a bit
better. She got that down and she'd be
able to drop a guy with a well placed jab between the eyes.
He envisioned
her doing that to Benoit and closed his eyes, a wicked smirk crossing his sensual
lips. When she disappeared into the
showers, he leaned against the wall right outside, tempted to go in and join
her, but...no. Not today. He was going to wait for her to come to him
this time.
After
standing under the sprays a little longer than Lavani meant to, nearly an hour,
she was cold to the touch and that's the way she wanted it. Lavani
quickly toweled dried her hair and pulled it back in a ponytail, replacing her
white headband before walking out in her fresh clothes that were black fleece pants
with a black tank top that had a wine, or maroon depending on how one looked at
it, rose embroidery up the side. She whipped out her cell phone and began
calling Taker, only to jump about a foot in the air when a hand clamped down on
her shoulder.
It was a
natural reaction, but Lavani spun around and decked whoever was grabbing her,
her eyes widening at the sight of Taker.
Considering she had gotten him in the chest, and swung like she had been
intending to knock someone out cold, he figured he was damn lucky she wasn't
any taller or he would have been on the receiving end of a jab between the
eyes. Which would have been ironic, but
not funny.
Chapter 22
“You're
freezin' woman.” He said by way of greeting, taking her hand when she went to
pull it back, glancing down at the angry red mark on his chest. “Nice swing.”
His green eyes took her in, then moved to the clock behind them on the wall.
“You were in there a damn long time, Vani.”
“I know...”
What the hell was he doing here? Lavani frowned at the bruise already
forming on his chest and swallowed hard, not meaning to swing as hard as she
did, but...it was defense! “What are you doing here? I thought I was
supposed to call you when I was ready to leave. Or did we not agree on that?”
She was freezing for a very good reason and already, just being this close to
him, her body was heating up against her will. “Are you okay?” Lavani felt
horrible for reacting that way, but she didn't know it was him that grabbed
her, looking up into his green eyes.
“I'm
fine...and I told you if I got out early enough, I was going to come watch
you. You did ask me to come...spot for
you.” Taker drawled, catching her hand before she could touch the spot, knowing
it was just another bruise to add to his already bruised body.
Only this one
he didn't mind having. He was secretly
impressed with her swing. Not that he was telling her that, he didn't need her
doing it again. Or in a different place
where it might actually hurt. She was
freezing to the touch, and that generally meant purposefully standing under
cold water.
“Why are you
cold?”
“Work out
went longer than I anticipated and it honestly felt great.” Lavani was telling
half the truth, cracking a small smile. “I didn't think you actually meant
coming to spot me. I worked solely on my legs today and then sparred a
little with the bag like you showed me.” She picked up her bag from the floor,
which she dropped when he scared the hell out of her, pulling the strap over
her shoulder. “How long have you been here? I didn't see you walk in...”
She hoped he
hadn't waited nearly an hour for her to get out of the shower, having a feeling
he did. Taker shrugged, not about to
tell her how long he had been here. It would be pathetic. It WAS pathetic. He had been here, waiting on her ass, for
over an hour. Not something he was ever going to admit too.
“Not too
long.” Taker lied casually, taking the bag from her and slung it over the least
bruised shoulder, automatically reaching for her hand as they began walking
towards the gym entrance. “Spent more time with creative then I anticipated.”
Now that part was actually true.
“I figured
you would, get everything squared away then?”
When he
nodded, Lavani smiled and leaned against his side after wrapping his arm around
her waist. This wasn't the best thing for her to do, but being this close
to him felt too wonderful. It was her own personal purgatory. Half
of her wanted to be with him in every way possible and the other half kept reminding
her of the doubts that still festered within.
They arrived
at the rental car, but instead of just getting in and driving off, Taker
instead pinned Lavani to the passenger door bending down to capture her lips in
another breathtaking kiss. All she could do was respond, pushing him away
was simply not optional anymore, still cold to the touch. When he felt her warming up, in more ways
than one, he pulled away. Ignoring the
dazed look in her eyes, and the throbbing erection his jeans kept at bay that
was screaming at him to stop being such a prick and handle business, he
fastened her in before buckling himself in his seat.
“Figured I'd
warm ya up, darlin'.” He rumbled, unable to keep the huskiness from his
tone.
Taker knew
she wanted him, but she was afraid of it being a one night deal; he figured
he'd just have to show her it wasn't going to be a quick fling as well as...fan
some flames. Evil, this man was very
evil. Lavani had grown to learn that
quickly, touching her swollen lips with her fingertips while he drove back to
the motel.
“Not that I
needed warming up, but I'm not complaining either.”
She grabbed
his hand and stared out the window, leaning back against the seat closing her
eyes. In a few days she would be away from Taker and able to get her head
back on straight. Lavani could only hope
anyway, unless she ended up giving in to the fires before then. Not a religious person by any means, but a
higher power had to help her through this or she wouldn't make it out of the
devil's hands.
‘Lord give me
strength.’ She silently thought.
He simply
smiled but didn't say anything, his mind beginning to stray down several
paths. Lavani. Austin.
Monica. What was going on in the
WWF. Back to Lavani and her impending
days off. Her connection to Steve -he
wondered if she'd find it too coincidental if Steve was injured on her days
off- and then back to Monica who he would be seeing Thursday.
“When we get
back to the room, remind me to call the hospital and check on the girl.” Taker
said after a moment, already knowing he would remember it, but...just in
case. He had been doing his best to
detach himself from that situation because it was only going to end one
way.
It was a bit
late for the detachment at this point though.
“You know
it's okay to feel sad about her right? It's okay to get attached, she's a
really sweet girl.” Lavani squeezed his hand, seeing the different emotions
crossing his face and knew this was harder for Taker than he was willing to
admit. “It's okay to feel, Taker.” She really wanted to give him a hug because
he looked like he needed it at the mention of Monica. “You're only human after
all, you're not a robot, contrary to popular belief.” She tried getting him to
at least smirk at that, but it didn't work, which in turn made Lavani frown. “I
think of her as a borrowed angel and she's needed back from wherever she
originally came from. She did what she came to do, whatever it was, and
now it's her time to leave again.”
“That is
bullshit.” He said flatly, not bothering to elaborate.
Taker
considered himself an atheist for a lot of reasons. A new reason being the fact that he did not
understand the point in a little girl like Monica getting only eight years, and
most of those filled with pain. What the
hell was the point? He couldn't see one,
which then equated to a lack in a creator with a plan.
Of course, he
already knew what some people would say: She had touched his life. That may have been a part of the plan, but he
couldn't see this ultimately changing him either, so that didn't sit well with
him on the god VS nothing debate. He
wasn't admitting that this bothered him, made him actually sad, she already
knew.
Lavani
shrugged and released his hand, knowing the subject had officially turned cold.
“To each his own.” That was her only comeback, not really having one.
Lavani had
different views then Taker because of her five year old nephew dying of
cancer. Her only sibling, her sister, had overdosed on sleeping pills
right before Lavani came into the company because she couldn't deal with the
death of her son. Gage was only two when he was diagnosed with a brain
tumor and fought for three long years, touching more lives and doing more in
his short five years old this earth than most adults do in a lifetime. Of
course, Lavani rarely thought about Gage and knew the reason why he suddenly
popped into her mind, immediately pushing him back in the tiny box in her brain
he'd locked her in all those years ago, along with her sister Marilyn.
If the
message of a child who suffered through pain, an incredibly short life and then
died was: Life is short, learn, live and
love, then he didn't want to hear the damn message. He had no idea about Lavani's sister or
nephew because in his background check of her, it had returned with the generic
siblings listed, but Taker hadn't been interested in checking them out. He had just wanted the basic run down on
her. If he had known...this conversation
might have gone just a bit differently.
Silence reigned until they reached their motel, and once parked, he
simply sat there, staring out the windshield.
“A part of me
wishes I had never gone to meet her.” He said finally. “Because I know how this
ends.”
“How can you
say that?” Lavani couldn't believe what he was saying, feeling a surge of anger
welling up inside of her. “Do you realize what you did for her and how happy
you made her? Taker, life isn't all wine and roses and you know that
better than anyone. There's life and death, you can't have life without
death. Again, you know that probably better than anyone. You
fulfilled one of her last dying wishes and for you to say part of you wished
you'd never went to see her just because she is dying, that's selfish.
That's about as selfish as you've ever been since I started working for
you. You need to start thinking about the GOOD you're doing for her
instead of the negative shit. I know exactly what you're feeling because
I've had to watch a child die before my very eyes. If anyone should be
talking the way you are now, it's me, but I'm not. We never know how much
time we have on this earth, so we have to make the best of it and that's
exactly what Monica is doing. She gets to meet and hang out with her hero
and fall asleep with a unicorn he specifically had made for her. Why
don't you think about that and also think about how lucky you are to know that
angel?” She suggested and stepped out of the car, heading inside, leaving Taker
alone for a few minutes to reflect on everything she said.
Taker let her
go and did indeed reflect on everything she had said. He was a selfish man, he would never deny
that. Pleased that he had been able to
grant Monica's wish, though he still didn't, and would never, understand why it
had been to meet him. He wasn't so
pleased by the part where he got to watch her die. It would undoubtedly be
easier if not for the fact that he knew Monica was suffering, and that he would
be there to witness it.
Yes, very
selfish. When he had come out of that
train of thought, he reflected next on her comment about how it should be her
talking that way, about watching a child die and frowned. He got out of the car, knowing Lavani was
probably going to hate him when he got into their room, but...now she had
aroused his morbid sense of curiosity.
Lavani had
kicked her shoes off and let her hair down before plopping on the bed, her back
facing the door. She wasn't kidding about taking that nap, the workout
had physically exhausted her and Lavani was starting to feel it. She
didn't move when the door opened and closed, nor when Taker sat on the bed and
ran his hand on her back, gently caressing. She probably went too far in
her lecture to him, but Lavani didn't want Taker regretting meeting Monica
because that would be a slap in the face to that little girl.
That was
something she would not allow.
“I'm not
apologizing for what I said, I meant every word.”
“Yeah, I
figured you did, darlin', and I don't want an apology. You know I'd rather you speak your mind then
not speak at all.” Taker said quietly, his touch meant to be reassuring and
soothing rather than sensual and seductive, for once. “I do want to know what
you mean though, if you'd like to tell me.
About seein' a child die.”
As far as he
knew, she didn't have any children, nor she have them. So he was figuring a friend's child or
something along those lines. Sighing
wearily, Lavani nodded and slowly turned to face him, sitting up with her back
against the headboard, knees drawn up to press gently against her chest.
“My nephew
died back in 1996. He was five years old. His name was Gage
Evans. I had one sister and her name was Marilyn Evans, Gage's mother
obviously. Gage suffered from a stage four tumor that was pressed against
his temporal lobe. They gave him over twenty surgeries, scrapping away
all they could each time they cut him open. I witnessed firsthand just
how strong and vital a child is when they are sick and dying. He was the
bravest little boy I knew and I still miss him to this day. His tumor
ended up spreading the cancer and that's what ultimately killed him - that and
all the treatments too. But I swear to you, I never once saw him
frown. He was so full of life, always smiling, especially when it came to
me. I was also his godmother, as well as his aunt, so I did my best to
keep his spirits up and alive while his mother drank herself into oblivion day
after day. My sister ended up killing herself in 1997, one year after
Gage's death, by swallowing a bottle full of sleeping pills. That
combined with the obscene amount of alcohol in her system...she was found dead
in her apartment.” By now, tears were sliding down Lavani's cheeks as she
thought back to having to identify her sister's body at the morgue, woken up at
the crack of dawn only to be told her only sibling was dead. “So when you said
that part of you should've never agreed to see Monica and fulfill her wish, you
were wrong. It's your responsibility as her hero and the person she
idolizes to make her as happy as you possibly can while she's still here alive
and breathing.”
Not saying a
word, he simply removed his bandana and scooted up onto the bed until he was
sitting before her. Gently, Taker
reached out and mopped away her tears, letting her take the bandana and didn't
even wince when she blew her nose in it.
Though, he wasn't taking it back, she could keep it.
“And I will
make her as happy as I can, darlin'.” Taker promised softly.
His green
eyes were soft and sad as she continued crying, knowing this had to be hard for
her to tell him and felt like a jackass for his earlier comment. Even if it had been then and still was true,
Taker still shouldn’t have said it.
Gently, he pulled her against him, hugging her close to him, trying to
comfort her the best way he knew how.
“Good, you
need to call her.” Lavani whispered softly.
Not moving an
inch, it felt wonderful being in his arms, especially when she needed comfort
more than anything right now. Gage would probably be yelling at her to
stop crying over him, but Lavani couldn't help it. Having to relive and
tell him what happened just reopened the wound that she'd healed over the past
few years since his death.
“Sorry, I
didn't mean to break down like that.” Lavani pulled back to wipe more tears
away, slowly looking up at him with slightly swollen toffee eyes and cupped his
face before kissing him softly. “Go on now, make that call and then come nap
with me before we have to hit the road tonight.”
Nodding, he
gently extracted her from his arms and stood up off the bed. Then he reached for the small wastebasket
beneath the night stand and held it out, watching as she dropped the soggy
bandana in it. Definitely a good thing
he always carried a bunch with him.
Though, considering this was the first time he had seen Lavani this
emotional...Taker got his cell phone out of his bag and stepped outside where
the reception was better.
That and it
allowed her a moment or two if she needed them.
When he
walked back in, Taker simply nodded at her.
Monica was doing as 'well as can be expected' and apparently all she
could talk about was him coming to see her, when she was able to talk. Mostly she seemed to be sleeping. Not saying a word, he crawled into the bed
and opened his arms to her. Being this
emotional made Lavani extremely vulnerable and she knew it, but she also
trusted Taker.
Back in his
Ministry days, there was no way in hell she would've told him about her family
history or anything personal, because he used whatever he could against
people. Now though was completely different story, Taker had changed and
the fact Lavani was falling harder for him each day was also a deciding
factor. Snuggling into his arms, Lavani sighed in contentment as she
placed his hand over her heart, her back pressed against his chest with his
nose buried in her hair and neck, each of them breathing the other in.
Within minutes, Lavani had fallen asleep.
Taker stayed
awake for awhile longer, running his fingers up and down her arm idly, careful
not to wake her though he was also pretty sure that at the moment nothing short
of a fire was going to wake Lavani. The
woman was emotionally drained. Even he
was aware that that was the worst kind of tired there was, there was simply no
fighting it. All the information she had
given him today was tucked away, to be gone over again at another time. Finally, he gave into sleep as well, perfectly
content to lie there, holding her.
Chapter 23
Over the
course of the next few days, Taker did his signings, appearances, radio
interviews -the interview he originally was scheduled for on Thursday was moved
to earlier in the week- while Lavani kept up with everything. They
weren't bothered at the arenas for both Smackdown! and the house shows,
thankfully. Before they knew it, Thursday morning had rolled around and
Lavani reluctantly parted ways with Taker, asking him to call her after he saw
Monica. She wanted to make sure he was alright from the visit.
Taker agreed
and pretty soon, Lavani was on the first flight back to Houston. It was
getting harder and harder to leave Taker behind, but time apart was also good
for them. Lavani arrived home late that morning and immediately began
doing her daily routine - cleaning and fishing out new clothes for when she had
to leave on Sunday morning. Since there wasn't a pay-per-view scheduled,
Lavani could get away with leaving on Sunday instead of Saturday.
Most of the
day was spent doing projects and whatnot, just trying to keep herself busy and
her mind off of Taker. Even being away from him, Lavani couldn't 'clear
her head' like she originally hoped, which meant only one thing: She was
irrevocably in love with him and would have to take that to the grave because
there was no way Taker would ever feel that strongly for her. Eventually,
he would get bored and find someone else who piqued his interest, but until
then Lavani would enjoy whatever he could give her.
It had grown
late. Lavani was sitting on her couch
reading a book, wearing a mid-thigh wine colored nightgown that had spaghetti
straps, something comfortable and made her feel sexy. Every woman wanted
to feel both of those things at some point in their life. She was fresh
out of the shower, devoid of makeup and had the fireplace going as the flames
crackled on the wood since it was unseasonably chilly outside.
Lavani's head
snapped up when she heard a knock at her door, blinking and wondered who it
could be as she set her book down on the coffee table and padded over to answer
it. She stopped to slip her black robe
on, tying it loosely. Toffee eyes widened when Lavani opened the door,
only to lock with a pair of unreadable emerald green eyes and the man she
secretly loved.
The minute
she opened the door and he locked eyes with her, the wall Taker had erected
disappeared, and anguish seeped into those emerald orbs. He didn't say a word, just stepped inside,
forcing her to step backwards and reached out, pulling Lavani against him. He crushed her to him, his face burying in
her hair and held her tightly, unable to keep tremors from wracking his body.
Monica had
died...while he held her hand, smiling at him.
They had been talking, simply talking, about unicorns and motorcycles,
two of her favorite things, when she had asked him a question. He had been answering and she had passed,
simply staring at him and smiling.
Lavani had no
idea what was wrong with him, but the feeling of his tremors legitimately
scared her. She was about to ask him what he was doing here and how did
he know where she lived, but none of that mattered honestly. He was her
boss, he had to know her address for professional reasons. Lavani let him
cling to her, holding him close and tried soothing him, whispering sweet
nothings into his ear, trying to calm him down. She'd never seen Taker
like this and suddenly remembered where he'd gone today, a deep frown crossing
her face.
Monica.
“Ssshhhh it's
okay; it's okay Taker...” She murmured, rubbing the back of his neck
lovingly.
Under normal
circumstances, Lavani would've thought this was extremely erotic and an attempt
to stoke her fire, but it wasn't. He was in pain, physical pain. Lavani didn't know what to do for him and
simply stood there, letting him hold her.
When he was ready, he would talk to her and Lavani wasn’t going to push
him into doing so.
“She died...”
Taker finally whispered, his voice coming out ragged and hoarse, not only from
emotion, but from also keeping himself from doing something he simply did not
do, ever. Cry. He had rode his Titan here, the wetness on
his face during the ride he attributed to the fact that he hadn't been wearing
his sunglasses and the air had caused him to blink, thus making possible tears.
“She died...” He repeated, his voice breaking, drawing her up until her toes
were barely brushing the floor.
Her
suspicions were confirmed and Lavani didn't know what to say, having a feeling
that judging by his reaction, he was in the room when Monica passed away.
“Taker, I can't breathe...” She whispered, knowing he didn't realize his own
strength and sighed when he loosened his hold, but didn't let her go, pulling
back enough to stare up into his eyes through his auburn hair. “Oh
sweetheart...” She reached up and wiped the tears away from his eyes, instantly
feeling her own form, her heart breaking for him because he really had been
attached to Monica. “It's going to be okay. I know you don't believe it,
but it WILL be. Just remember she's out of pain now and happy wherever
she is.”
At this exact
moment, those words did not help.
He knew down
the road they would, when the grief wasn't so raw, so fresh, so damn
painful. All he could do was nod,
knowing if he opened his mouth he would either blubber something incoherent out
or start ranting and raving about the injustice of it. Now that she had spoken though, and made him
aware of the fact that he had been crushing her, Taker realized he hadn't been
checking his strength, something he usually did without thinking.
“Sorry,
Vani...” Taker mumbled, bending his head down to meet hers, and closed his
eyes. “She...passed...and I think she was happy...” She had been smiling.
“It's okay,
don't apologize.” Lavani murmured, hating how much raw pain was emanating from
his body and wanted to take it away somehow. “Let's sit down, you look
exhausted.”
When he
wouldn't move, Lavani sighed and grabbed both of his hands, after extracting
herself from his arms, and pulled him toward the couch in the living
room. She managed to somehow get his three hundred and twenty eight pound
carcass on the couch. Not minding when
he pulled her to straddle his lap, Taker once again held her tightly against
him.
All Lavani
could do was sit there and rubbed his arms and neck, trying to relax him. Normally, he would have been concerned with
breaking her couch, especially since he had just dropped down on it, but not
today. Sighing, Taker leaned backwards,
taking her with him and just pressed his head against her shoulder, feeling her
hands rubbing whatever she could reach.
“We were
gabbin' and she asked a question...she passed while I was answerin' her...”
Taker said finally, his voice coming out muffled because he hadn't pulled his
head away. “She'd been holdin' my hand...” A hand he had held until it was
stiff, unable to ring for the nurse because all he had been able to do was
stare down at Monica.
Lavani
nodded, listening to what happened and felt her heart shatter because it was
the same way Gage had passed away. She'd been holding his hand softly
singing to him and went to ask him a question. He didn't answer. He
just stared straight at her with those blank blue eyes and Lavani knew he
wasn't with her anymore. She hadn't even gotten a chance to say goodbye
and that she loved him. Taker needed
her, that much was obvious and she wasn't going to let him down.
“Oh
Taker...I'm so sorry...” She whispered, not trusting her voice at the moment
and blinked away tears, needing to be strong for him right now.
He shook his
head, not wanting her to be sorry for him and pulled his head up in order to
look in her toffee colored eyes, finding sadness and wetness there. All he could do was stare, a single tear
rolling down his pale cheek. She was
right, Monica wasn't in pain any longer and that was the important thing. She wouldn't be hooked up to those machines,
suffer through treatments, be in agony day after day...that was what was
important.
For that
little girl, it was over and wherever she was, it had to be better.
“She's in a
better place, Taker. And she went staring talking to one of her most
favorite people in the world...you.” She knew he didn't want to hear this, but
she was going to say it anyway. However, when she saw that single tear
roll down his cheek, everything other thought flew out the window except one.
“Please don't cry.” Lavani whispered, blinking as tears finally slid down her
own face, wiping his away with the pads of her thumbs. “I love you, please
don't cry.”
Lavani kissed
him, not realizing what she just said and wrapped her arms around his neck,
burying her face in it. He realized what
she had said. It couldn't have been any
clearer than if she had shouted it right in his face. Out of everything she had said, that was the
one thing that he had had no trouble hearing loud and clear. His green eyes were wide with shock as his
hands automatically moved to her back to support her, rubbing circles against
her with his palms. Gently, he pried her
face from his neck, making her look at him as he stared down into her now wet
with tears face.
“Say it
again.” Just in case he was hearing things.
It took
Lavani a full minute to grasp what he was referring to and what she said, her
own eyes wide as saucers. “Oh fuck...I mean shit...I mean god...oh god!”
Her hand
covered her open mouth and Lavani looked...mortified to say the least.
Her cheeks flamed a deep crimson red, her entire body began trembling slightly
and all Lavani could do was sit there, her vocal cords deciding to stop
working. So she hadn't been aware she
had said it and from the way she looked, Lavani was really wishing she hadn't
said it at all. Taking sympathy on her,
and ignoring the fact that she was freaking out over it actually bothered him
when it probably should have been the other way around, Taker simply cleared
his throat and shook his head.
“Forget about
it, darlin'.”
That snapped
her out of her shocked state instantly, eyes narrowing. “What do you mean
forget about it? How can I just forget about saying something that
important to you?” Lavani didn't move from his lap, glad her voice no longer
shook, but the rest of her body trembled with barely contained anger and desire
all wrapped up into one trepid package. “It's too late to just forget! I
love you, you big oaf!” She smacked him on the chest none too gently, lips
pursed tightly together. “I love you and I don't care if you don't feel the
same way about me. It's how I feel and for you to even SUGGEST that I
forget about it is a really vicious thing to say!”
Despite
everything that had happened today, and the fact that she had just hit him a
second time, obviously gearing up to yell at him some more, Taker began doing
the one thing the situation definitely did not call for. He began laughing. Ignoring her shrieks of outrage, he simply
reached out and pulled her back down, plunking her right on his lap, the
laughter coming from deep within his chest and sounding rather out of place,
but it was genuine.
“Well hell
darlin',” He finally managed to chuckle, clamping a hand over her mouth to shut
her the hell up. “If that's how you felt, then all you had to do was say so
without lookin' shocked by it.” Taker wasn't giving her time to flay him raw
for that comment, replacing his hand with his lips.
He was
laughing at her!
That just
made her more irate and it didn't help that he was making her heady with
another explosive kiss that made her weak in the knees. She loved him and
his reaction was to laugh at her! Lavani was mortified and it showed
clearly, especially when she ripped her lips away from his, her hands pressing
against his chest.
“You're an
asshole.” Lavani tried injecting some kind of malice in her tone, but all she
could muster up was hurt. “I tell you that and you laugh at me. Glad to
see I made you feel better.”
Snorting,
Lavani extracted herself from his arms and stormed into the kitchen, needing
some water and space from him. He pushed
himself up off the couch and followed her.
Though he did let Lavani get her water before going after her again,
whipping her around and pinned her arms at her sides -after she had set down
her water glass of course- with his arms securely wrapped around her.
“Darlin', the
look on your face after I asked you to say it again, I thought you didn't mean
it...and I was tryin' to give you an easy way out. You're right, I'm an asshole, I shouldn't
have laughed. Now forgive me and say it
again.” Taker bent down to kiss her again, taking the air from them both before
pulling away. “Say it.”
“Since when
do I take the easy way out of anything?” Lavani retorted, folding her arms in
front of her chest.
Though Taker
still kept her pinned to where she couldn't escape him. Lavani stared
into his emerald green eyes, all the love for him that she'd tried fighting off
swimming through her own, not able to deny him. He was simply undeniable
when it came to her and Lavani both loathed and enjoyed it, constantly making
her have mixed emotions.
“I love you.”
She finally said, repeating it like he requested and gasped when he lifted her
up to place her on the counter, standing between her thighs, their gaze never
wavering. “I love you, Taker.”
“Mmm...good.”
Taker rumbled, his hands kneading her waist both gently and possessively,
knowing for both of them, there was officially no going back.
By admitting
that, she had sealed herself to him and he had no intention of letting her
go. On some level, he had the thought
that if not for today, with Monica, this wouldn't have happened and prayed that
little angel’s soul was at peace, his own feeling something close to peace at
the moment. It had to be wrong for him
to feel content.
It just had
to be.
Chapter 24
Taker hadn't
said it back and Lavani honestly didn't expect him to, which is the only reason
why she wasn't upset. Hell, she hadn't meant to tell him how she really
felt. Lavani had blurted out a lot of things to him lately, first about
her one night stand with Steve, then her family history with Gage and Marilyn
and now her true feelings for him. Lavani seriously had to learn to keep
her mouth shut before she ended up blurting to him that she knew Ryan
Shamrock.
That would
NOT go over well, by any means.
Deciding both
of them needed a distraction and to take the plunge, Lavani reached down to
untie her robe before letting it slip down her arms, pooling at her
sides. She then reached down and found the zipper of his jeans, first
unsnapping them before slipping the zipper down, her eyes never leaving
his. He growled and Lavani smirked, bringing his lips down to hers passionately
kissing him.
While not
what Taker had been expecting, he wasn't complaining, nor did he care if their
first time together was in her kitchen on her counter. If he had his way, by the end of the night,
Taker would have had her on every surface in her house, in every room. His jeans were soon around his hips, just low
enough to free his throbbing erection and he teased them both by rubbing the
head against her already wet slit, staring into her eyes. He wasn't going to ask, but if she wanted
this to end, now would be the time to stop, before they reached the point where
he wouldn't be able to.
Lavani
trembled at the first touch of his hardened erection against her, every nerve
ending of her body sparking before erupting in one full blown inferno...the
same inferno she'd been fighting off for the past six months. It was
going to come to a head tonight, Lavani had nothing left to lose. She
basically handed her heart to him on a silver platter and could only pray he
didn't crush it into dust.
“Living
room.” She murmured against his lips, gasping when he teased her a little more
and bucked her hips almost urgently against him.
Taker lifted
her up, her legs wrapping around his legs as he carted them back to the living
room quickly, lying her down on the black soft rug right beside the
fireplace. He didn't wait to remove the rest of their clothing, both of
them needing each other more than words could ever say. Soon Lavani was completely filled to capacity
with his throbbing cock, crying out in sheer ecstasy.
He had to
grit his teeth and hold her still, which wasn't an easy task when the woman was
rolling her hips against his. “Hold still, darlin', or this is going to be over
fast.” Taker cautioned in a strained voice, sweat already beading on his
forehead. “Yer so damn tight...”
It was like a
vise grip, warm and inviting, and he wanted nothing more than to thrust into
her inviting depths, but knew that was a one way ticket to three seconds or
less. She fit against him perfectly. She had been made for him and, when he
finally felt in control of himself again, he moved.
“Can't help
it, you feel too good...perfect...” She moaned out, though barely managed to
hold herself back because she didn't want this to be over fast.
Lavani wanted
him to take her to depths only he could, to send her soaring to the clouds and
reach heights only they could together. Every feeling, every desire,
everything she'd been fighting off for the past six months was spilling out
openly and without warning...the way Lavani wanted. Her nails ran down his chest as she hastily
shoved the leather sleeveless shirt off his body, thankful he'd left it
unbuttoned completely.
“Taker...”
She half moaned, half cried when he was fully sheathed inside of her, clinging
to him in all ways like a lifeline.
He somehow
managed to shuck off his boots, throwing the shirt away from them when she had
pushed it off his arms, not caring about the jeans at the moment, unless she
protested them. He pulled back so he was
sitting on his calves, pulling her gently with him, his hands moving to her
hips to guide her in time to his thrusts.
This was unlike anything she'd ever felt in her life and Lavani knew
because she was in love with him just made it that much more intense.
“Ya feel so good,
darlin'...” Taker managed to get out, his accent beginning to really seep into
his tone and words.
“So do you,
Taker...” Lavani had her hands on his shoulders gripping them while meeting
every one of his thrusts, pressing her forehead to his, her breathing extremely
ragged. Their first time would be fast, there'd been too much sexual
tension built up for it not to be. “Faster...”
Slow loving
making was just not in the cards at the moment, Lavani wanted more and craved
it, telling him by raking her nails down his chest. That earned her
receiving a rough kiss from Taker and a slap to her ass, their animalistic
sides beginning to shine through and clash together. She wanted it fast, and apparently rough, and
Taker was going to give her just that.
No fancy
techniques, no slow love making, just plain good old fashioned fucking. Taker was careful about getting her off of
him, hearing her whimpers of protest.
His own body screamed at him as Taker positioned Lavani on all fours,
lightly slapping her ass again before moving behind her. Seconds later he was sheathed back inside her
receptive body, hands gripping her hips as he pulled her back in time to meet
each powerful thrust.
That's
exactly what Lavani wanted.
Somehow,
while positioning her like this, Taker had fully removed her panties and
nightgown, pretty sure she heard ripped fabric. That was fine, they could
easily be replaced, but the feeling of him pounding in and out of her
couldn't. In no time flat, her cries and moans had turned to shrieks and
screams in pure pleasure. He pulled her up by wrapping one arm around her
waist, pressing her back against his chest, never stopping his relentless
delicious assault, an assault Lavani accepted gladly.
“I'm close!”
She rasped out, losing her breath with how fast and intense this encounter was,
reaching back to grip his hair and neck to hold herself up so she didn't
collapse forward. “Make me cum for you, Taker!”
It took some
careful maneuvering on his part, but Taker managed to free the hand that wasn't
holding her up and slid his palm down her sweat slicked body until his long,
skilled fingers were caressing her clit, timing the movements with the
thrusting of their bodies. “Cum for me, darlin'...” He growled in her ear
before biting down on the flesh where neck and shoulder joined, his tongue
darting out to soothe the spot only to do it again.
That was all
Lavani had to hear, just that little encouragement and she was cumming in waves
all over him, coating him in her sweet essence. Her release triggered his
and Lavani ended up having a second orgasm ripple through her at the feeling of
Taker's seed exploding deep inside of her body. They both hunched
forward, Taker still thrusting inside of her, but he slowed down until he could
no longer continue, holding her tightly so he didn't fully collapse on top of
her.
Lavani
pressed her hands against the rug while staring into the fire, knowing she'd
just given herself to the devil himself and hoped he didn't burn her. She
accepted a soft kiss from Taker before both of them slowly moved to lay down on
the carpet, Lavani spooned up against him and once again had his hand over her
beating heart...a heart that now belonged to him.
That had
definitely been worth the wait. Taker
could feel his blood pumping, heart beating furiously and it felt like he had
just put his body through the most pleasurable workout of all time. Once he could breathe again semi-properly, he
bent down to kiss just beneath her ear, feeling her shiver against him and chuckled
softly. He knew she had feared the one
night only deal, and after laying out her heart the way she had not too long
ago, that had probably made that worry even worse.
“This isn't a
onetime only deal, Vani.” Taker murmured in her ear. “You're stuck with me now,
darlin'.”
“That's good
because, if you did only want one night, it wasn't happening anyway.
You're stuck with me too, Taker.” She replied, turning her deliciously aching
body to where she could stare into his eyes, caressing his face with her
hand.
Only an hour
ago there had been a tear slipping down that she had to wipe away, which made
her profess her love for him. Lavani wasn't going to say it again, not
until he did, that much she could and would do. She loved him and her
heart was his, but those words would not come out of her mouth again unless he
said them first. Rubbing her nose against his, Lavani draped her leg over
his massive thigh and snuggled against his chest, closing her eyes. She
had no idea what came next for them, but would be ready for anything and
everything.
~!~
Monday night
he walked into the arena all business, with Lavani at his side, fingers laced
through hers. Well, he was looking like
he was all business. He was feeling that
way partially. His weekend with her had
been...incredible and a bit sad as they had both gone to a private viewing for
Monica, where they had been introduced to her parents. That had been awkward, and emotional. Then the incredible part was due to her.
“You ready
for tonight?” Taker asked, letting go of her hand to push open a door as he
glanced down at her.
“I was born
ready.”
She smiled up
at him, wearing one of his newest shirts he decided to have made for
women. Only...hers was specially made to match her streaks, he always
took her OCD quirk into consideration and she loved it. The front said
Deadman Inc with his symbol on the back up by the neck. It was a one
shouldered top that hugged her curves and went with her black jean skirt.
She
had a silver chain around the waist for style, which looked almost
identical to the steel chain that Taker normally carried around with him, only
smaller, black sneakers on her feet. Her hair was pulled back in a braid
- they had taken the bike this time around and there was no way Lavani was
having a rat's nest to brush out- a few tendrils and hairs framing her face
from the wind, though it looked natural. She had her wine colored bandana
around her forehead, silver hoops in her ears that matched the necklace she
wore, deciding on an onyx stone for tonight, her nails freshly done for
television purposes with black tips.
He had always
found the OCD thing slightly amusing. At
first because it was a compulsion with her.
Taker had seen nothing to suggest contrariwise and compulsions could be
used against people. Then it had become
amusing because he had actually gotten to know her and it was now a
rather...cute...'trait' of hers that he found intriguing. Obviously she wore other colors, she just had
this thing with one color, always for a six month stretch. It was weird, but
interesting.
“Inside
wench.” Taker ordered, opening their dressing room door and lightly smacked her
denim clad ass as she passed him by. “Mmm…”
“Be a good
Deadman and I might give you a reward when we get back to our room tonight.”
Lavani purred in response, toffee eyes glittering and accepted the kiss he
dropped on her lips. “Enough, you need to focus with your top head for
now. I'll take care of your bottom one later.”
The weekend had
been spectacular...and heartbreaking...all wrapped up into one. Lavani
hadn't minded going to see Monica, wanting to be there for Taker, knowing it
was his way of gaining closure. She hadn't been just another random kid
he met that was a fan. Monica actually meant something to him and Lavani
held his hand the whole time during the small memorial service. It had
also been filled with nearly three days full of passion, Lavani was pretty sure
they even fucked against her refrigerator, which had been interesting to say
the least.
Interesting
except he had to pay a contracting crew to come in and repair the wall while
they were away, hopefully without her ever realizing it. They may have accidentally bashed the fridge
against the wall a bit too hard. Taker
cleared his throat and nodded, hoping it was fixed before Lavani went home
next.
“I'm going to
go see the writer's and find out what kind of bullshit they're going to try to
feed me this week.” Taker watched as she broke out the paperwork, not surprised. The woman was all business at the workplace,
which he admired. Now he needed to
reapply that to himself. “Be right back, darlin'.”
Unbeknownst
to Taker, Lavani DID know about the hole in her wall from their sexcapade
against the fridge. Of course she didn't point it out and knew he was
having it fixed 'behind her back'. That was fine. She would act
oblivious. She found it rather amusing that they could muster up that
much power to put such a huge hole in the wall.
Hell, the
damn fridge nearly went THROUGH it. Lavani snorted as she continued her
work, not able to help grinning at the memory of the wonderful weekend with
Taker, even with Monica's memorial. But now it was time to get back to
work and Lavani pushed the memories of the weekend in the far recesses of her
mind before starting to focus on his schedule.
Taker ignored
everyone as he walked through the halls, a chain around his neck, just in case
he ran into Benoit tonight. He owed that
idiot for the vicious chair shots and for even THINKING about putting his hands
on Lavani. Though…that had turned out
rather hilarious, with her doing the damage instead. Because Taker was ignoring everyone, and
focusing on internal thoughts, he completely missed the contemplative look on
Shane McMahon's face as he passed by what remained of the Faction's room.
For the most
part, they had learned to leave him and Lavani the hell alone.
Tonight all
of that was about to change as Shane looked over his shoulder, watching as his
father’s latest meeting walked out. “She here yet?”
He nodded,
pushing open the door a little more to let Shane see the woman he’d brought
before slamming it shut. “Do NOT fuck with her, McMahon. She's here for
one reason and one reason only.”
Shane held
his hands up. “I want nothing to do with her. I tried barking up that
tree long ago and got shot down. I know the word no.”
“Good.”
Vince felt
the woman’s apprehension and placed a hand on her shoulder, smiling
encouragingly. “You're doing the right thing.”
“Dad, you about ready?”
Nodding,
Vince extended his hand to the worried looking woman and guided her out of the
room, heading toward gorilla position. “Just breathe.”
Shane
wondered if this was the right thing to do, immediately dismissing any doubts
because his father knew what he was doing. He hoped. When 'No Chance In Hell' blared through the
speakers, Vince didn't saunter out like he normally did with the Faction,
instead walking slowly with the fragile woman, an evil gleam in his eyes not
missed.
Lavani
glanced at the monitor while taking a swig of water and immediately spit it
out, her eyes widening at who was on the screen, jaw dropping. “What the fuck?”
Before Taker
could respond, Adam and Jay barged in his dressing room. “IS THAT-”
“RYAN?”
Lavani could
only nod.
Chapter 25
All Taker
could do was stare at the TV, his fists clenched at his sides so tightly his
knuckles were turning white and his fingernails had broken skin, completely
unaware he was doing it. One part of him
knew he should go turn off the goddamn monitor, knowing this wasn't going to be
anything good for him and the other part of him couldn't even move, trying to
process how the HELL she had gotten HERE without him knowing. Taker had paid that fucking institution not
only for her care, but also for information on her mental health status.
Adam could
not for the life of him keep himself from sneaking a sideways look at the
Undertaker, elbowing Jay when he seen the expression on the big man's
face. Shit was about to go DOWN.
Vince went
into his usual rant about how he was the boss and nobody compared to his
wealth, basically blowing smoke up the fan's asses. Then he turned to the
fragile woman standing in front of him, Ryan Shamrock, who hadn't been seen on
television since she was one of the Undertaker's sacrificial lambs in order to
try getting what he wanted from Vince. In the process, he had destroyed
the woman's mental health and forced her into an institution eventually.
“So I’m sure
all of you are wondering why Ryan is here with us tonight, after not being seen
for over two years and there is a perfectly logical explanation. She is
here to help someone see the light. So Lavani, I am ordering you to come
out here right now because we have some things to discuss with you.”
Before Taker
could stop her, Lavani bolted out of the dressing room, knowing not only was
HER secret out about knowing who Ryan Shamrock was, but her curiosity was
burning. That and she wanted to rip Vince a new verbal asshole. She
didn't wait for the music to start and simply walked out, standing at the top
of the ramp, microphone in hand.
“Ryan, what
is this all about? What are you doing here?”
Ryan stared
at Lavani out of wide, haunted eyes, looking like she would rather be anywhere
except in the middle of a World Wrestling Federation ring. Taking a deep breath, she summoned her
courage and momentarily closed her eyes, trying to compose herself, trying to
order her thoughts so they would make sense when she finally did spoke. After a moment, her eyes opened with timid
determination, accepting the microphone Vince held out to her.
“Lavani, I
came back,” She stopped to clear her voice, aware even with the microphone it
wasn't carrying very well because of how softly she was speaking. “I came back
to finally tell the world the truth, to tell you the truth, and I hope you'll
hear me out because...because, it has to do with-” Ryan began stuttering over
the simple word 'Undertaker', finally managing to spit it out. “Undertaker
and...what happened...And it has to do with you too.”
The look in
Ryan's eyes, even with how far the ring was from the ramp, legitimately scared
Lavani and it showed in her eyes that were mixed with confusion. What the
hell did Ryan mean it had to do with her? Ryan was abducted by Taker and
his Ministry, not seen for a week and came back only to be forced to stay in a
boiler room, watching her brother get beaten down by the Ministry.
Lavani
remembered that and could still hear her screams for them to stop, for her
brother. Frowning, Lavani slowly began making her way down the ramp,
ignoring the bewildered crowd, who felt the same way she did. She stepped
through the bottom ring rope, with help from Shane, and ignored the McMahons as
her toffee eyes locked on Ryan's.
“What do you
mean this has to do with me? I don't understand...”
Somehow,
Lavani had a feeling she was about to and also knew she wasn't going to like
what Ryan was going to say. Taking
another deep breath, Ryan used her free hand to brush tears from her eyes,
knowing Lavani was confused right now.
She would clear up the confusion, as best she could at least, but it was
just so hard to know where to start.
Finally, she decided at the beginning.
“He, the
U-undert-taker, when he took me for that week... it was supposed to be as a
message to Vince...” Ryan said slowly, looking at her ex-employer, a hint of
coldness creeping into her eyes for the briefest of moments. “Everyone thought
the message was about Stephanie, but it wasn't...Stephanie wasn't the one
Undertaker originally wanted...” Ryan took a deep breath, knowing she would
have to come back to that in a moment, but right now, she had to at least cover
the basics of what her week had been like, wanting Lavani to truly know who the
monster she thought she was safe with was.
“I know, you
told me.”
Lavani slowly
looked over at Vince, eyes narrowing slightly. She remembered that night
very well, Lavani paid attention, though she pretended like she hadn't.
Taker had come out to the ring and promised Vince that there would be a
sacrifice. Then about halfway through the show, the Ministry had attacked
Ken Shamrock and taken him out of the arena, abducting him for the
evening.
Nobody
understood the Ministry's motives, chalking it up to Undertaker's way of
getting rid of Vince's Corporation members one by one. But such was not
the case. It turned out that Undertaker had his Ministry attack Ken
because they wanted to use Ryan for the sacrifice, effectively sending Vince
and Stephanie a clear message that was both terrifying and sexual regarding
having her for his own.
“Go on, Ryan,
I'm listening.”
While the
world had perceived that message aimed at Vince in regards to his only
daughter, his precious baby girl, it had been a message to Vince regarding his
refusal to let the Undertaker have Lavani.
He had wanted her, for reasons known only to him, for his Black
Wedding. Vince had adamantly refused and
Ryan's abduction had been the result. Her abduction, the torture and horrors
inflicted upon her had all been a message to Vince. The message being: I will destroy everything
and everyone, with no regard for anything.
Vince had still refused, and practically offered up Stephanie.
“He kept me
locked away that entire week...and the only people I saw were...him and his
Ministry...They...” Ryan began faltering in earnest now, eyes growing wide as
she began remembering the ordeal she had tried so hard to forget. The ordeal that had sent her to a mental
hospital more than once. “He let them hurt me, Lavani. HE hurt me.
Physically and...”
She shook her
head, knowing most people outside of the WWF discounted the Undertaker's
penchant for mind games. However, that
was probably the best weapon in his arsenal.
His ability to get into a person's mind and twist it so badly the person
couldn't tell one reality from the next.
“He damaged
me, in body, in mind...and soul.”
Frowning,
Lavani could tell everything Ryan said was the complete truth and hadn't
expected to hear anything less. She knew the Ministry had to of tortured
her both physically and mentally, Taker included. Lavani had accepted
that and figured since it didn't happen to her, she had no reason to despise
him the way Ryan did.
If it had
happened to her...Lavani would've never agreed to work for him, but it
didn't. How she could fall in love with someone who would torment and
abuse her friend was beyond Lavani's comprehension. She simply went with
the first excuse and that was she couldn't help who she fell in love with, no
matter what Taker did in his past.
“I'm sorry
that you had a horrible experience, Ryan.” Lavani placed a hand on Ryan's
shoulder, all the sympathy she could muster up swimming through her toffee
eyes. “I really am and, forgive me if I sound a little pushy because that's not
my intention, but what does your ordeal and experience with the Ministry have
to do with me?”
“Because it
was you he wanted, Lavani.” Ryan whispered, unable to comprehend how Lavani
could be so...cold about this.
She had seen
the sympathy but also knew that Lavani had firmly stashed the 'past in the
past', and she just didn't get it. Just
because the Undertaker hadn't hurt her did not mean he wouldn't, and Ryan knew
he would. That was simply who he was,
the man destroyed everything he touched and he generally did it intentionally.
“He didn't
want Stephanie, Lavani, he wanted you.
He took me to send a message to Vince, to show Vince that he was
serious...that no one would be safe if he didn't get what he wanted. WHO he wanted.”
Ryan knew the
only reason that the Undertaker had eventually backed off and accepted
Stephanie as a poor substitute was because of money, some under the table deal,
and his own personal reasons. Ryan was
now beginning to think had been him deciding to bide his time and wait. And if that were true, then his patience had
paid off because now...he had Lavani.
“I-I don't
understand...” Now Lavani's voice trembled slightly, unable to hold back the
tremor and slowly looked over at Vince. “What is she talking about? What
do you mean he wanted me?”
“Just as she said, Lavani. Do you remember when I approached you those
months ago backstage to try telling you something? That was it.”
“He was trying to warn you before you decided to...go with the Undertaker.”
Lavani
suddenly couldn't breathe, couldn't think, the confusion turning to fear as her
hand gripped the microphone tightly. “H-He wanted...me.” She suddenly thought
back to how terrified Stephanie had been and her eyes nearly shot open, feeling
her stomach clench violently. “He wanted me.” She repeated, wanting to make
sure she'd heard them correctly. “So...what happened to you was...because of
me?”
Now Lavani
felt sick and felt the microphone slip from her grasp, the sound of it hitting
the mat echoing around them. How could she be so blind to the
truth? Ryan had suffered because of her...because Vince refused to
subject her to the Undertaker. All this time Lavani thought Taker wanted
Stephanie to gain control of the World Wrestling Federation, but that wasn't the
case at all. She suddenly picked up the microphone and turned her
attention to Vince, getting one final surge of denial, the only piece she had
left, tears already sliding down her cheeks.
“If...If this
is all true and he...truly wanted me, then how the hell would using ME gain him
control of your company?” Lavani remembered the documents Undertaker wanted
because she had to personally fly in a helicopter from Hartford to Stamford,
Connecticut to retrieve them and go back to Hartford before Raw began so Vince
had what Undertaker wanted. “ANSWER ME!!”
Vince cleared
his throat, looking more than just a bit awkward and a tad nervous, reaching up
to adjust his tie before taking the microphone back from Ryan. “Now Lavani,” He
began, ignoring the 'asshole' chant from the crowd, who had already decided he
had screwed up. “He had my daughter...and when I found out what happened to
Ryan...what really happened to her, it...Stephanie is my DAUGHTER, I couldn't
let that-”
Even Ryan was
looking at Vince curiously, this was something she didn't know.
“Those
documents I sent you to get, they weren't...ownership rights to the World
Wrestling Federation.” Vince said finally, holding out a hand in a pleading
gesture. “What I sent you to get was...your contract.”
“My...contract.”
This was irony at its finest and Lavani felt extremely ill, her face growing
pale white. “So...instead of giving him what he wanted, you let him hurt...one
of my best friends AND your daughter...until you found out just WHAT happened
to Ryan.” She summarized, watching Vince nod almost solemnly and wanted to beat
the hell out of him as more tears fell. “You cold hearted son of a bitch.”
It turned out
that Vince ended up joining Undertaker to form the Corporate Ministry right
after the Black Wedding, only everyone thought it was Shane's idea.
Undertaker kept speaking of a Higher Power, someone even greater than him, and
it turned out to be Vince. He had tricked everyone into thinking he was
against the Corporate Ministry and wanted his son's heart on a platter for what
happened to Stephanie. Only...HE was the one who used his only daughter,
his flesh and blood, to try to screw Steve out of the WWF championship.
Lavani never did look at those documents Vince sent her to get either and now
she was regretting it because, had she known what would've happened to Ryan and
Stephanie, she would've offered to go to him willingly.
“He violated
and destroyed lives...because he wanted my contract that you refused to
relinquish AND HE ENDED UP GETTING WHAT HE WANTED ANYWAY!!” Lavani screamed,
throwing the microphone at him and wanted to run as far away from this place as
possible, shaking her head repeatedly. “No...”
Vince
stumbled backwards, having dropped his microphone and was now clasping his
undoubtedly broken and gushing blood nose, tears filling his eyes.
All Ryan
could do was stare at him, contempt in her own tear filled eyes.
Shane was
staying the hell out of this one. Most
of this he had already known, this tidbit...he hadn't. To be honest, he was torn on it. Stephanie WAS his sister, but...He simply
shook his head, pulling a handkerchief from his back pocket.
And the man
at the center of all the trouble had arrived, his music causing everyone to
freeze as he walked out onto the stage.
Undertaker folded his arms over his chest and simply stared down into
the ring, green eyes pure acidic.
Lavani and
Ryan's heads both snapped to stare back at him up the ramp, both swallowing
hard, Ryan more than Lavani. So many emotions swirled through her toffee
eyes, so many thoughts in her mind, all reverting back to that night Undertaker
used Ryan to send a message to Vince...regarding her. This was all about
her. If Undertaker had her contract back then, NONE of this would've
happened. He never would've gone after Ryan, he never would've forced
Stephanie to nearly marry him.
“I'm sorry
Ryan.” Lavani whispered, walking over to stand beside her friend, who was
trembling violently against her. “I promise I won't let him hurt you
again. I don't care what I have to do.” She ignored Ryan's shock-filled
eyes and suddenly turned around, nailing Vince with as much force as hard as
she could right in his balls, hoping they lodged in his throat.
Shane didn't
do anything, knowing his father deserved everything he got and more for putting
all these women through hell.
When Taker
started moving slowly down the ramp, Lavani did the only thing she could think
of and that was run for the hills with Ryan. She grabbed Ryan's hand and
jumped out of the ring, backtracking over the barricade through the
crowd. The look that Taker shot her would forever haunt Lavani as long as
she lived, though she did stick around long enough with Ryan to witness Taker
demolish Vince in the ring. Shane had been smart and exited when they
had, not going to his father's aid for once.
Shane was
definitely the smartest of the McMahon's, other than Linda, the boy had
obviously inherited HER brains. Vince
was nothing but a lump on the ring, bleeding and broken. And most likely, he would never refer to
himself as the genetic jackhammer ever again because Lavani had probably broken
his jackhammer. When Taker had finished,
he scanned the direction Lavani and Ryan had bolted, spotting them standing on
the steps that led up through the seats.
Giving Ryan the briefest of looks before locking eyes with Lavani, Taker
took one slow step towards the ropes.
With a broken
heart, Lavani could only let more tears fall as Ryan pulled her away backstage,
not believing what she'd found out tonight...on national television in front of
the world. Vince was really an evil bastard, forcing Ryan to say all of
that and revealing all of the dirty secrets that were kept for the past almost
two years. Lavani could barely see and didn't speak as Ryan lead her out
of the arena, not even stopping to retrieve her bags and clipboard from Taker's
dressing room. Eventually she would have to face him, but right now
Lavani had to space herself from him to mull things over, rationalize why he
would do despicable things because of her.
Chapter 26
“Lava...”
Adam blinked
when she threw herself practically into Jay's arms, frowning over at Ryan, who
didn't look too good herself. He stepped up and pulled her into his arms,
hugging her close.
“Bro, we gotta get out of here before he comes back.” Jay pointed out, rubbing
Lavani's back up and down, his heart breaking for her.
Adam couldn't
agree more, nodding.
Adam was a
bit surprised when Ryan actually let him lead her out of the building, fully
expecting her to have 'man' issues -who the hell could ever blame her- and
freak out after the initial contact. But
she didn't. He just led her by the hand,
a bit disturbed at the way she had gone eerily quiet and selfishly prayed that
if she was going to have a breakdown, that she wouldn't do it now with
him. Jay had scooped Lavani up, knowing
with all those tears were probably blinding her and followed Adam and
Ryan. Knowing the quicker they got out
of there, the better their chances of not getting caught and then maimed by the
Undertaker were.
“I got you,
LavaBean...” He whispered softly.
Throughout
the beginning of the whole Ministry angle and even before that, Lavani had been
great friends with Adam and Jay. They were the first people in the WWF to
greet her, besides Vince who had hired her initially, and instantly befriended
her. Of course, it took her a little while to make sure they weren't just
a couple of jokers wanting to get laid.
Lavani came
to find out that they were sweethearts who wanted nothing from her except
friendship and Lavani gladly gave it. When Jay set her down by the
rental, Lavani couldn't help looking back at the arena and knew Taker would be
on the hunt for her, not believing even a particle of her wanted to go to
him. Damn her heart for falling in love with him!
“Lava, come on.”
She snapped
out of her thoughts and just nodded, slipping into the backseat with Ryan while
Adam and Jay took the front, clasping Ryan's hand in her own.
Ryan stared
out the window, feeling Lavani squeezing her hand. “I'm sorry, Vani.” She
whispered finally.
“Why are you
apologizing to me? This is all my fault, Ryan.” Then Lavani thought about
it, shaking her head. “Actually no, fuck that. This is VINCE'S fault for
not giving Taker my contract.”
Lavani
refused to take all the blame for this messed up situation, looking away as she
blinked more tears out of her eyes. For the first time, that Lavani could
remember, she was legitimately afraid of Taker because of what he could do to
her. He owned her contract. She had called Linda and made the woman
force Vince to let her decide who she wanted to work for. Taker's name
had gone on it. He owned her present and future in the WWF, which is what
he had wanted back in the Ministry days.
“Jesus...”
She whispered, wiping her cheeks with her free hand and leaned back against the
seat as Adam drove to a destination unknown.
“Vince
shouldn't have given him anything, he should have fired him.” Ryan said flatly,
shaking her head when Lavani opened her mouth to protest. “It shouldn't have
mattered how big a name or draw he was, Vince should have done the right thing
and let him go.”
Adam was
inclined to agree, knowing Vince was probably regretting that right about now,
if he were conscious.
Jay was
staring out the windshield with wide eyes, wondering what was going to happen
now.
How could
Lavani tell Ryan that she WISHED Vince had just given Taker her contract back
then? How could she tell Ryan that she'd fallen completely in love with
the man who tortured her? And how could she tell Ryan that she didn't
regret defecting from the Faction to work for Taker, that she'd been the
happiest she'd ever been since working for the WWF?
She couldn't say
any of those things and kept her mouth shut, not agreeing or disagreeing with
what Ryan said. On one hand, the woman had a point, but on the other, she
had chosen to work for an unpredictable company where anything could and did
happen. She didn't deserve what Taker and the Ministry did to her though,
Lavani didn't know if she would ever be able to fully accept that...especially
since now she knew it was all because of her.
‘Taker...what
have you done?’ Lavani thought, pressing her forehead against the window while
staring out into the night, missing him already.
Everyone got
out of his way as Taker walked through the arena. He knew that Lavani was gone, stopping at the
locker room only confirmed what he had known and he had calmly picked up his
bag and left, green eyes iced over.
Vince was currently being loaded into an ambulance and, if the old man
managed to survive, he had BETTER learn to mind his own damn business or else
Taker would go back and finish the job.
He stepped out of the building in time to see a rental with two blondes
up front pulling out of the employee parking lot after being cleared by the
security guard. Spotting two heads in
the backseat, his eyes narrowed and headed out to the motel they were staying
at.
The motel
room ended up in shambles.
Taker did not
expect Lavani to be there when he returned and, quite honestly, he had no idea
where she would be. Tracking Jay and
Adam probably wouldn't have been too hard, but...at the same time, he knew damn
well what those cowards were going to do.
They were going to take the women and run as far and fast away as
possible.
Taker had
finally lost control of his calm demeanor, in the privacy of the room and
destroyed it, not caring who heard it in the rooms next to his. He simply did not care. When he was finished, he stood amidst a
wreck, sweat dripping from his body and flexed his bruised fists.
“Lavani...”
~!~
Sometime the
next day, Lavani checked into a hotel that Jay and Adam figured was safe
enough, having driven all night. They were all exhausted. Lavani
just lay in bed staring up at the ceiling, contemplating what she was going to
do about Taker. She had told him flat out the past didn't matter, but all
that changed now that she knew the truth.
Why couldn't
he have just come to her? Why couldn't he have just abducted her against
Vince's wishes, like he'd done with both Ryan and Stephanie? Why was
Vince so adamant about protecting HER instead of a WWF Diva and his own daughter?
What was it about her that was so damn special?
Lavani turned
on her side and jumped when her cell phone went off, the name 'Taker' flashing
across the screen. She didn't answer it, forcing herself to hold back
answering it. As much as she missed him,
Lavani was still conflicted about what to do with all the new information she
found out from Ryan and Vince…on national television.
Why was he
not surprised that she wasn't answering?
Taker sighed,
pinching the bridge of his nose as he was sent to her voicemail, debating on
whether or not to just hang up and call again.
Again and again, until she picked the damn thing up and answered or
simply shut it off. He listened to her
brief but professional 'leave a message', not pleased to discover that just
hearing this recorded voice was causing him to feel something he wasn't even
going to try to identify.
“Lavani...
please,” A word he rarely used. “Answer your phone.” Taker fell silent, for
perhaps the third time in his life at a loss for words. “Darlin', just...pick
up when I call, you don't have to talk, just listen.”
He hung up
and set the phone down in order to pour himself a drink. One part of him wanted her to pick up so he
could...Taker didn't know, explain or at least talk to her. The other part of him knew, if she didn't, he
was going to hunt her ass down. There
was no way he was letting go of her, not after all the hell he’d been through
to capture her contract…and her heart.
When Lavani
heard that message, her heart broke even more at the sound of his voice.
He sounded distraught, angry and resigned, almost the same way he did when he
showed up unexpectantly at her front door...the day Monica died. How
could he go from being the sweet gentle giant she knew to the monster who
tortured people to get what he wanted? It made absolutely no sense.
Lavani simply tossed her phone back on the nightstand, saving the message and
let the tears soak her already stained pillow, ignoring her cell when it began
ringing again.
When she
didn't answer her phone, his fist closed around the contraption tightly,
crushing it without even thinking twice.
Staring down at his hand, he opened it and let the pieces fall to the
already littered with debris carpet, watching as they hit the floor
dispassionately. He stood up from the
bed where he had perched himself, rolling his bare shoulders and cracked his
neck from side to side. Within minutes,
he had dressed and was out the door. He
was going to hunt her down and make her listen, one way or the other.
~!~
“So, what are
you gonna do now LavaBean?” Jay asked later on that night, all four of them at
a local diner in the small town they were currently in.
“What do you mean?” Lavani couldn't eat and simply sipped some water, staring
down at it sadly.
“You ARE going to stop working for him right?”
Lavani
shrugged, her eyes moving from the water to stare out the window, not
answering.
“I mean you'd be pretty stupid if you-”
“Adam, come with me for a second.” Ryan pulled him up by the hand, leading him
outside, knowing Lavani didn't need to be lectured about her current employer
right now.
“Remind me to thank her later.”
Jay loved his
best friend, but sometimes the guy was thicker than a damn post. Sighing, he reached out to take Lavani's
hands in his from across the table, squeezing gently. He wasn't surprised when those large, sad and
haunted, toffee eyes flickered briefly to him then back out the window.
“You really
love him, don't you?” Jay asked in a whisper.
He had
absolutely no idea WHY, but he knew her well enough. Contrary to the jackass, air-head character
he had fully embraced, he still was a sensitive person. Looking back at him, Lavani blinked as huge
tears slid down her cheeks.
“Is it that
obvious?” Lavani whispered, slipping her hands out of his to wipe them away for
what seemed like the millionth time. “Don't ask me why I do because I have no
idea. Even when he was feuding with Steve and doing all these horrible
things, I felt something for him. He never showed me any attention, never
even looked my way and yet...everything happened to Ryan and Stephanie because
of me. If he would've just...” Lavani couldn't talk about it anymore
because she didn't want to be judged for how she felt. “Please don't tell Adam
or Ryan. I don't need them making me feel worse about it.”
“I'm not
going too.” Jay promised, figuring the reason Taker had never told her about
any of this, was because it simply wasn't his style.
Jay was going
to venture out on a limb and assume Vince had done one hell of a job protecting
Lavani because he didn't doubt for a second that Taker hadn't tried to get to
her. Or...maybe he hadn't. Jay didn't know. A lot of his notions about the Undertaker had
been proved dead right and others... he didn't have any idea anymore.
“You can
travel with me if you want, until you figure out what you're going to do.” Jay
offered, knowing she needed a friend right now. “Adam is going to take Ryan
back to...wherever she's staying now.” She had moved from Houston apparently,
not that he blamed her.
“As much as I
appreciate that, and you know I do Jay, I don't think that would be in your
best interest. Whether you like it or not, whether I like it or not, he
owns my contract. I gave it to him and he put his name on the dotted
line. I cannot break that contract or he could take me to the cleaners in
court, which is not happening.” Lavani knew her fate was sealed and she had
nobody to blame except herself, taking a deep breath. “I don't want anyone else
I know and care about to get hurt because of me. So please, for your
sake, stay away. Keep Adam and Ryan away too, especially Ryan.
She's very fragile right now and I can't, I WON'T, let him hurt her or anyone
else again. Just...do that for me okay?” Standing, Lavani threw a few
bills on the table and walked out of the diner, heading back to the hotel with
tears streaking her face again.
Jay got up to
chase her and then halted in the doorway of the diner, unable to do anything
but watch her walk away. He wanted to
tell her that he was fairly certain Taker wouldn't take her to court, -that was
not the man's style- though he also knew Taker had other, less legal ways of
making sure a contract wasn't breeched.
He also wanted to tell her she didn't have to do this alone, and that he
would take his chances. In the end, he
knew Lavani well enough to know that she wouldn't allow it. Sighing, Jay stuffed his hands in his jeans
pockets and walked back to the table, really hoping she understood what she was
getting herself into.
At the very
least, they could have used less obvious sign-in names. Adam Reso and Jay Copeland were...Taker had
nearly face palmed himself.
Jay was a
sweet man, but Lavani had to do this on her own, meaning everything she
said. She wasn't the type to just run away from her problems, deciding
she would return Taker's phone calls to see what he wanted. Hell, she
knew what he wanted, it was just a matter if she was willing to give it to him
or not.
Who the hell
was she kidding? He already had her heart, thanks to her L bomb she'd
dropped on him accidentally when he showed up distraught over Monica!
Lavani was screwed and not in a good way as she unlocked her hotel room door,
stepping inside, kicking it shut behind her.
Chapter 27
Green eyes
hungrily devoured her, taking in the listless way she moved. He was sitting in a chair against the wall,
just beside the door she had kicked shut, his arms folded over his chest as he
watched her walk into the room. Before
she could turn around, he was on his feet, not making a sound as he walked up
behind her. Bending down, his nose
almost brushed against her hair and inhaled, his hands moving to her shoulders
and gently held her still, feeling her muscles tensing beneath his palms.
“I got tired
of you not answering your phone, Lavani.” Taker whispered in her ear, moving
his head so his cheek was pressing against hers.
Her eyes
closed, breathing a little heavier than normal and that was due to her heart
beating a furious tattoo against her chest. She didn't break away from
him like she should've because it felt amazing having him touch her
again. She was seriously sick in the head to still have any kind of
feelings for him after what she found out tonight.
“I needed
some time to think.”
Lavani wasn't
that surprised he tracked her down or the fact he'd somehow gotten into her
hotel room. The man could get away with murder, she had no doubt about
it. That thought made her shiver involuntarily against him. Had he
killed people before?
Taker felt
her shiver, wondering if it was from fear, longing, desire, anger...maybe a
combination of some or perhaps all.
Gently, he turned her so she was facing him and moved a hand to her
chin, forcing her to look up at him. Not
really surprised by the fact that her eyes were closed.
“Look at me,
Lavani.” Taker ordered, watching as those beautiful eyes of her slowly opened,
his thumb moving to caress her cheekbone. “You needed time to think...tell me,
what are your thoughts?” He was fully prepared to hear the worst, prepared to
hear it, but unsure of what he would do afterwards.
There were
too many thoughts running through her head to name off, but none of them really
mattered except one. “Why?” She whispered, not trusting her voice at the moment
and pulled away from his touch for the first time. “Why didn't you come to
me? Why didn't you just take ME instead of hurting Ryan? Stephanie
I don't really care about, but Taker you hurt so many people when you could've
gotten what you wanted easily! Hell, you DO have what you wanted now,
it's so fucking ironic isn't it? You knew what you were doing that night
you came back. You saw me in the hallway...” Lavani stopped herself,
trying to say one thought at a time and raked a hand almost viciously through
her streaked hair. “If you would've just dropped your balls and came to me, I
would've given you my contract. But you hurt Ryan badly and I did accept
it...I did accept who you are and what you're about...until now. Because
of me, you hurt one of my best friends and I don't know if I can forgive you
for that...”
It was
ironic, and irony was indeed a bitch, Taker smiled though there was no
amusement in the expression. “If I would have taken you, Lavani, you would have
hated me for it. That and Vince was rather protective of you.” Which had been
both incredibly annoying and amusing at the time.
Vince had
gone through a steady stream of assistants until she had come in, she had
lasted past the month mark most people tended to bet on. That, and he harbored the suspicion that the
old man had had a thing for the much younger woman. Whatever his reasons, Vince had not been
willing to give her up and apparently she had not been aware of the lengths
Vince had gone through to keep her safe.
Up until he realized what was about to happen to Stephanie.
“Is it the
fact that I hurt Ryan that bothers you or is it more that I did it because I
wanted you?”
“What you did
to Ryan was none of my business because I didn't know the reasoning behind
it. But WHY you did it DOES bother me.” She answered rather bluntly,
stepping away from him to get some space. “Like I said, I know what kind of man
you are. You can change your image all you want, but you're still cold
and vindictive inside...and I accept it. I've accepted who you are for a
very long time, Taker. Had you just come to me and point blank told me
you wanted my contract, I would've given it to you. You're wrong. I
wouldn't have hated you. Do you know why? Because I already had
feelings for you and never thought you'd give me a second glance. I
thought you had something for the Princess so I tried blending into the
background, out of sight out of mind deal. You would've not only saved me
from being under Vince's thumb, but would've also given me what I wanted and
that was you.”
He was an
evil bastard and she just basically told him she'd had strong feelings for him
since the Ministry days...Lavani was the dumbest woman in the world. Her first sentence actually made him start
laughing, a dark laugh, but there was no mistaking the sheer amusement in the
tone. He leaned against the wall,
resting his forehead against it and abruptly stopped.
“Darlin', I
think you just might be as sick in the head as I am.” Taker said with a flat
chuckle, raising a hand up to press against the cool wallpaper, arching his
fingers and dragged his nails down it slowly. “What I did to Ryan was none of
your business...and the only reason it really bothers you now is because of the
fact that I used her to get to Vince in order to get to you.” He smiled, though
she couldn't see it. “You are a beautifully twisted piece of work.”
He just
basically reiterated what she said and Lavani was annoyed now, watching him out
of slightly narrowed eyes. “No, YOU are a twisted piece of work. I would
never torture and abuse someone just to get what I wanted. I'm not as
sick as you. I may have feelings for you and that might make me sick as
far as my choice in men, but I am NOT like you.” Lavani wanted to make that
clear, tears already sliding down her cheeks. “You're a user aren't you?
That's what you do. You use people to get what you want. Well
congratulations, Deadman, you got what you wanted from me. You fucked me
and took my body. But now I'm taking something back that I never should've
given you. You had my body, you have my contract, but I'll be damned if
you take my heart.”
Ripping the
necklace off, Lavani threw it at his feet, pursing her lips tightly together,
her heart shattering that she just did that.
He whirled around, green eyes narrowing in on the necklace, the chain
now broken and the pendant laying face-up.
Within seconds he had her backed up against the dresser, his hands
resting on the edge of it, and leaned down so they were face to face.
“I have never
used you.” Taker informed her, his tone icy, masking the damage her words had
just done. “I want more than your body, I want all of you.”
He inserted
his knee between her thighs, just in case she got the inane idea of trying to
drop him with a jab to the crotch. Then,
as a second thought, moved his hands to gently but firmly grip her wrists,
pinning them at her sides. The woman
could throw a punch and he wasn't having it.
“I love you
Lavani, and whether you want to admit it or not, I already DO have your heart.”
Taker pressed his forehead to hers, emerald orbs burning with conviction as he
stared into her eyes. “Just as you have mine.” Even if she had just managed to
shred it.
“Oh that's
rich!” Lavani snorted, trying not to melt against him and knew she should've
tried fighting him off, but couldn't.
She simply
couldn't.
Lavani was
powerless against him in every way, knowing he was right. She had given
him her heart and there was no taking it back, no matter what she said or how
much denial she tried putting herself in. Then it dawned on her what he
said, her eyes shooting open and pulled away enough to look into his eyes.
“I don't
believe you.” Lavani said flatly, beginning to twist her wrists in his grasp,
trying to break free. “You're not going to do this to me. I won't fall
for your mind games!!”
Now that
hurt, though it was well-deserved. Taker
had, after all, cultivated a reputation as a master of manipulation and mind
games. He was the best of the best when
it came to mentally toying with people.
He had to push himself away from her, afraid he might actually hurt her,
trembling from head to toe. Running a
hand through his hair, Taker did not care if he looked like a wild man at the
moment.
“I love you,
Lavani.” Taker finally said, whirling to face her. “That's not a lie and it is
not a fuckin' game!”
“How do I
know that, huh? How do I know you're not just fucking with my head?
You did it with Ryan and lord knows how many other women!!”
Granted,
Lavani had no idea what exactly he'd done to Ryan because she hadn't divulged,
only saying he had destroyed her in mind, body and soul. So she assumed
naturally that involved something to do with feelings, the L word, anything
involving the heart. One couldn't hurt anyone more than attacking their
heart, at least in Lavani's mind. She wanted to believe him, in what he
said, but it was easier said than done.
“I'm not
about to be toyed with and I damn sure do NOT play games!”
Forcing
himself to stay away from her, Taker wanted nothing more than to pin her to the
wall and make her submit to him, make her FEEL the damn truth since obviously
his words meant nothing. Of course,
there was the minor drawback that she would naturally assume he was just
physically manipulating her then. This
had to be the one and only time Taker ever regretted his status as master
manipulator because it was currently biting him in the ass.
“This is not
a damn game, woman!” He roared, gripping the back of a chair as if he would
flip it. “If it were a game, I would not be here telling you I love you only
for you to throw it back in my face!” His pride wouldn't allow it.
“Like you
wouldn't use the damn word to get what you want?” Lavani shot right back,
staying right where she was against the dresser. He looked like a madman ready to explode, his
trembling actually frightening her a little. But Lavani refused to back
down away from him, wanting him to feel helpless the way he'd made her and Ryan
and Stephanie and whoever else he'd manipulated over the years. “You're a game
player! How the hell does it feel feeling completely helpless because of
your cruel ways, Taker? Tell me, how the fuck does it feel having YOUR
heart ripped out of your chest and stomped on?! Because if you truly DO
love me, that's how you feel right now.”
That was
exactly how he felt, and he stopped his mad pacing, staring at her and finally
just dropped to his knees. His gaze
moved from her to the necklace he had had made for her and slowly, he reached
out a shaking hand, fingers closing around it tightly. HIs eyes closed as he raised his fist up,
bringing it to rest against his forehead and let out a long shuddering sigh,
shoulders slumping.
“If
this...pain, this...agony...” Taker whispered harshly. “Is love...then put me
out of my misery, Lavani...”
His face
contorted with anguish, wondering how one woman...one simple woman…had done
this to him. Made him this...weak? His eyes slowly opened again, fist clutching
the pendant dropping to his knee. Lavani
wanted to go to him so badly, the look in his eyes nearly crippling her as
tears kept flowing.
It physically
hurt her to be away from him, to not feel his touch, and knew it was her heart
pulling toward him. She either walked away or went to him and Lavani had
no idea what to do. He looked completely weakened and powerless, that was
the ultimate revenge she could've gotten for Ryan.
“No.” Lavani
slowly walked toward him, cautiously and finally stood in front of him, bending
down to take his hands in her own. “You've been punished enough.” For once,
Taker had been played the way he played others, manipulated to believe Lavani
actually didn't love him when in truth she had for a long time. “I wanted you
to feel what it was like to be completely helpless, to have your heart broken,
to be played with like a puppet. And now that you know, maybe you'll
think twice before doing it to another living soul.”
If she
survived through this, Lavani would be shocked and was willing to pay the
consequences for hurting him to prove a point.
Her mistake had been in getting this close to him and then actually
touching him. In lightening speed, he
had pulled her down onto the floor with him, crushing her against him and
buried his face in her throat, arms going around her. He didn't say a word, just held her. Eventually, he would be able to say 'well
played' and applaud her, but not right now, not in this moment or the next.
Lavani didn't
want to do it, but with a man like Taker, that was the only way she could think
of to make him see the errors of his ways. He was a very cold man when he
wanted to be, but the moment he said he loved her...Lavani used it to her
advantage. Just like he would've done. Taker couldn't deny that
even if he wanted to either. She had totally messed with his mind,
twisted his heart and made him really believe she wanted nothing to do with
him...all to teach him a valuable lesson.
“I love you,
Taker.” Lavani whispered against his upper chest, her tears coating it,
trembling against him from the sheer force and stress of this situation.
She wasn't
afraid of him and never would be, even if he could snap her like a twig.
Just like
that, his heart both repaired itself and then was left with gaping holes in it,
his mind catching up with the reality.
He, the ultimate mental game player, had been taken for a ride, the very
worst kind of emotional ride. The fact
that it was Lavani who had done it to him...Taker found he couldn't breathe for
a moment, forcing himself to take a deep, shuddering breath. She had done exactly what he would have...she
had twisted and mangled him, his heart, to prove a point, something he HAD done
before. And when he pulled away from
her, all he could do was stare down at her, no longer caring that his eyes were
broadcasting everything he felt.
“I'm not
apologizing for what I just did and if you want to punish me for it, I'll
gladly take it.” She stated softly, wiping her tears away and sniffled.
Shuddering
slightly from the aftershocks of all the crying and emotions that rushed
through her body, Lavani hoped they could go back to the way things were. It didn't matter what came next and if he
hurt her to the point where she ended up in the hospital feeding through
straws, simply walked away from her or ended her life all together. She
was willing to accept the outcome of her actions because, in doing so, she
helped Taker whether he wanted to believe it or not.
“What
punishment could I give you Lavani? What
reason would I have for punishing you?” Taker murmured, seeing she was resigned
to what she thought was the inevitable which only served to hurt him even
further. She loved him, a monster, and
fully expected him to act accordingly: A brute.
And what was worse, she was willing to accept it, even after serving him
with a dose of his own medicine. “You've only done what I have shown you...”
What he allowed her to do by falling in love with her, emotions blinding him,
causing him to be weak; weaker than the average man because his passion was
greater than the average man. And when
passion ruled the heart instead of the mind ruling everything...the fall was
greater. “I love you.” He was losing count of how many times he had said it.
“I love you
too. Let's move on from this now.” Lavani caressed his face with her
slightly trembling hand, pressing her forehead to his, drinking him in. “Come
here.”
She fingered
his chin, the hairs of his goatee tickling her mouth gently as she kissed him,
wrapping her arm around his neck. It was a soft simple kiss letting him
know all was forgiven. Not to mention,
his lips felt amazing and she hadn't felt them in over twenty four very long
hours.
“Time for
bed, you look as exhausted as I feel and I need you to hold me right now.”
Standing,
Taker swept Lavani into his arms, dropping a kiss on her forehead. All may have been forgiven, but he knew it
was going to take for them both to move past today. It was going to take him time to reconcile
everything, and he already knew he would never be the same again.
Perhaps that
was for the best. He also knew on some level, Lavani would never be the same as
well. Cruelty was not in her
nature. Gently, he lay her down on the
bed, staring down at her and finally lay down beside her, instantly gathering
her in his arms. Despite everything, his
body relaxed when she nestled against him, almost as if they had never been
apart.
Their
relationship was definitely being lived upside down, but it was the happiest
either had been and nothing would change that, no matter what was thrown their
way.
The End.