Today is TAKER THURSDAY! That's what I'm calling it now. I will only be updating this story on every Thursday so it will be Taker Thursday. This is the first story in my series. And besides my Taken sequel this will probably also be my last Taker and Ashley fic. I do believe I am finally going to retire the poor girl. :)

PLEASE READ THIS FIRST: As I said this will be the first story in my series. This series is completely off the chain from anything I've done. That's the main reason why I will only be updating once a week because it takes a lot of time to write each chapter. I've already got chapter 2 started and I've got about 3000 words. I want to do this series right. In my series, Texas Heat, our favorite wrestlers are not wrestlers. They are a crew called Texas Heat (although they don't know that's their name quite yet). Each man will have their own stories, if this series is popular of course and each man will have their own woman. So please read and review to let me know what you think. Right now it is rated T for language but eventually maybe I'll add some smut for you guys.

And I'm using my sister-in-law's computer so I still haven't been able to go through all my pms and reviews and such, but I just wanted to thank everyone. The out pour of support you all gave me was one of the sweetest things ever. To know that my readers care makes my heart smile. You guys are truly the best. If anyone needs to talk to me please email me at Takeralways... It's an aol account. I get my email on my phone so its easier answering the way. But please don't hesitate to leave reviews.

And... I need your help! This story takes place in Dallas, Texas.. if you live in Dallas or anywhere close by, please feel free to email me(in fact, I'm begging) and give me all the information on Dallas you want and can. Street names, favorite hang outs, scary places not to go... and so much more... Thank you!

AND!... A HUGE shout out to RAINIE! (AKA Keeper of Oz) You are so amazing... so awesome and so very talented! You've been there for me throughout everything and I owe you so much! And she totally named the series and this story so thank you so very much!

AND... I will continue on with Lost and Found, but I don't know how often it will get an update seeing how this story is taking up my mind all the time. Taker is not a quiet man. At all! :)

AND... I'm hoping to eventually add a picture of... well nevermind. You'll see. :)

Please read & enjoy!

Chapter One
One Rash Decision

Monday March 17, 2014

"Someone isn't wearing green." Glenn Jacobs teased Mark Calaway knowing full well his friend and boss never wore anything but black.

Mark growled at his best friend and right hand man as he shoved a handful of what was probably very important papers to the floor. He wasn't having a good day. But his days were rarely good seeing as he stole and bought guns and other assault weapons on a daily bases. And if he wasn't doing that, he was beating the shit out of assholes that borrowed money from him, but didn't want to take the time to pay him back.

Today he was trying to find Matthew Norman Taylor. Mr. Taylor currently owed over several hundred thousand dollars for a bet he made and lost, badly. But all of Taylor's contacts hadn't seen him recently. Matthew Taylor was in the wind. But he wouldn't be for long. If he was lucky –and he probably wouldn't be, so he would have a permanent home in the local cemetery. No one dodged the Undertaker and lived to tell the tale.

"You pinch me and I'll give you a permanent black eye." Mark warned his friend, Glenn with a snarl.

Glenn chuckled and sat down in a chair. Although Glenn's past was filled with pain, torment, and sadness, he remained upbeat. But with a seven year old daughter at home, he had to be. He was however a man to never cross because he did have a dark side.

"How can someone have a permanent black eye, Taker?"

Mark sighed. He didn't mind the nickname. After all in the outside world he was known as the Undertaker. Even the police force knew to leave him and his crew the fuck alone. But fucking Christ, Taker? What the fuck kind of name was that.

"Easy. Every time it's close to healing, I'll blacken it again."

Glenn laughed. "You're definitely cranky today. More than usual. What's going on?"

"I can't find Matthew Taylor."

Glenn thought for a minute before responding. "Isn't he the one that dodged you a few months back for a measly couple thou?"

Mark grunted his answer.

"You found him before, you'll find him again. How much is he in for this time?"

Mark grunted and swore. "Couple hundred."

Glenn's smiling face went vicious and he swore. "Son of a fucking bitch, Mark. What the fuck? You trusted him with that much cash?"

Mark threw him a dirty look and Glenn held up his hands in mock surrender. "I'm just saying, brother. You normally have more sense than that."

Mark rubbed a hand over his face and sank down into his office chair. "I knew all his hiding places. Even the Dungeon down on Third Street. But this time he's truly in the wind."

"And you've used every single source you've got?" Glenn questioned.

Mark gave another grunt. "Even scared a few."

Glenn sighed in response. "Won't make it out alive will he?"

He shook his head. "Not a chance in fucking hell."

Mark got up suddenly, sending his office chair to the floor. As more papers found their way on the floor, Mark roared and threw the first thing he could grab; his phone. They watched as it shattered against the wall. When he realized what he threw, he let out a string of words that would make a sailor blush.

"What the fuck am I going to do now?" Mark bellowed.

As Glenn, with a grin on his face, leaned back and relaxed in one of the straight back chairs that decorated Mark's office, he looked around. And he used the word decorated loosely. The building they used and lived in was a huge twenty story brick shithouse. It was built like one too. They were all pretty sure it could survive a tornado or a hurricane as they were in Texas. Mark's office was definitely a man's office. Not a prissy lawyer man, but a man's man. Tough as leather, mean as a rattlesnake, covered in tattoos and the official badass.

The walls were brick, the floor was an old hard wood. There was two windows in the room, both were bullet proof as the rest of the windows in the building as well. Mark's dark wood desk was angled away from the windows but facing them so Mark could see out. File cabinets lined one wall, all of them locked. Two straight back chairs in a dark hunter green with dark wood sat across from his desk. He didn't need much sitting space seeing as how most were not allowed in this room.

The offices were on the second floor and that included several conference rooms. There were thirteen people in Mark's crew. There was Mark, Glenn, Bautista, Hunter, Steve, Randy, Dwayne, Booker T, John, Roman, Miz, Dolph, and the only female, Betsy. Dolph and Betsy were the only two that didn't have anything to do with the rough side of business. Unless of course there was an injury and in that case, Betsy took care of it. Each of the other eleven members had their own office and their 'clients' to take care of and look after. That side of the business will be explained more. But later.

The garage, the front for their business was on the ground floor. Each one of them knew their way around any vehicle. It had to be that way. Each man had a sizable bank account thanks to Mark's business. They all loved what they did despite the dangers involved and none of them wanted to lose it. So they worked on classic cars such as Aston Martins, Bentleys, BMWs, and a few others. They even did custom paint jobs as well. And they kept their mouths locked up tight. Also on the ground floor was the garage that held their personal vehicles and their work SUVs.

The basement was a room that they didn't talk about. It housed the weapons they bought or stole or any prisoners they may have at the time. It also kept their own personal weapons used only when in a business deal in a locked vault. The blueprints to the building didn't include the basement because Mark and few of his crew built it themselves. The supplies for it were brought it by themselves so no paperwork was ever made. Mark was big on paperwork. He hated paper trails. The basement was also sound proof, just in case it was needed. And sometimes it was.

The third floor was their recreation space. There was an Olympic size swimming pool, a Jacuzzi, a steam room, and a locker room taking up one half and the other half was their media room. The actual movie theatre could hold up to fifteen people and they had every movie ever made. Except for girly chick flicks. They did however have animated movies for Glenn's daughter, April. There was also a two different playstations, a couple of Xboxes, and a few other game systems along with enough games to last for years. They enjoyed the wrestling ones mostly. There was also a pool table and a foosball table.

The fourth floor was their state of the art gym which held every single gym equipment ever invented. They had at least two of everything and several treadmills. There was also two sparring rings and an open space for free lifting. There was a fire man's pole that dropped from the gym to the locker room downstairs that connected to the pool. That was invented by the gym crazy, Bautista.

The fifth floor was another favorite. It housed the cafeteria and kitchen. They mostly cooked for themselves but they did have a housekeeper and cook who lived on the seventh floor. She kept easy prepared foods in the refrigerators. The cabinets were always packed tight with goodies. They also catered in once in a while.

The sixth floor was their hospital. It was just like a real hospital but just smaller and it was for their use only. Their housekeeper/cook was also a retired doctor. Betsy Randall was their surrogate mother and a part of their small family. She was retired and living out her days taking care of them. Which was totally a full time job. At fifty-six, she could take on the world. Including them. When she lost her husband at a young age, she couldn't do it anymore. So she decided to quit and just happened upon Mark early on in his business. The seventh floor was her apartment. She had the whole floor to herself, but she had a huge state of the art kitchen to cook them elaborate meals. She loved them all. They were her babies.

The eighth and ninth floors were made up of several small apartments. Four on each floor, making a total of eight. Only two of those were occupied. And that was the Miz. Michael 'the wizard' Mizanin was their technology expert. He could hack any system within minutes. Most of them within seconds. He also got them untraceable smartphones and untrackable GPS systems for their cars and computers. He could get any fake id possible whether it was a driver's license, a passport or a library card. He said he didn't want a huge apartment so he took one of the smaller ones. And the other apartment was occupied by Dolph, the front man. And he lived in one of those apartments because Mark didn't trust him out on his own.

Floors ten and eleven were each one apartment but at the moment, they were empty. Floors twelve through twenty were each taken by one of the crew. The only one that didn't live in the building was Booker T or Mr. T as they called him. His wife and him wanted to remain in their house so Mark allowed it. And Mark doesn't allow much.

So that was their place. Their safe haven and it was fiercely guarded by the best state of the art security system around. Thanks to the Miz.

"Well first you're gonna have to call Miz to get you a new cell phone. Another one. I think that's the third one this month."

Mark shot him a dirty look. "Fuck off." Glenn flipped him the bird which Mark returned.

"You need to pick up all the papers on the floor. After all, it's a business we're running here."

Mark growled low in his throat. Only Glenn got away with talking to him like that. No one else would live to finish the sentence. He flicked a hand towards the papers. "Why don't you pick them up." It was not a question. It was a demand. Although they were friends, brothers almost, Glenn didn't argue. He smiled and got to his feet.

"And tell me, Master, what will you be doing as I'm picking up the papers you flung to the floor?" Glenn questioned with a teasing laugh.

Mark got to his feet as Glenn began working on the papers. "Not that it's any of your business, but I'm headed to see Miz. I need a phone after all." Mark replied as he opened the door. About to walk through, Glenn's deep voice stopped him.

"What's this?"

Mark turned to find Glenn holding up a long white envelope. Mark shrugged, an irritated look crossing his features. "Seeing how you're the one holding it, why don't you tell me?"

"It's dated back in September 2011. It's from Family Lab Core."

Mark turned white which he didn't do often. Or maybe never. He stalked across the office and torn the envelope from Glenn's hands before ripping it open. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the paper like a life line.

"FUCK!"

Late August 2011

"Ashley, are you sure you want to go through with this?"

Ashley Fielding turned her head away from the massive binder in her hands to look at her best friend, Kimberly Nickols. She wished she had Kim's looks. At twenty-four, Kim was 5'8 and curvy. She had platinum blond hair that was cut into a professional bob and she had the smokiest gray eyes. She was also very proud of her body, always wearing the tightest jeans and low cut tops and those stiletto things or FMPs as some people called them. Ashley called them high heels. Kim was a loan officer at a bank. So she loved to dress and look professional, but show a lot of skin while doing it. Her bosses loved her low cut tops because the men never paid attention to the interest rate.

Ashley sighed in dismay. She was old fashioned but how she ended up that way, she would never understand. Her best friend was a whore and proud of it. And her own mother couldn't live without a man. She was already on her fifth husband and she was only forty-one.

Ashley however was twenty two and still a virgin. She was a first grade teacher at Oakland Elementary School. She was only 5'2 and skinny as bean pole. She had small breasts where Kim was stacked. And her behind wasn't all that much to talk about either. She had shoulder length brown hair and plain brown eyes. She was boring and average. Which was probably why she was still a virgin. She had learned quickly from her mom that all men wanted was sex. The only brain they had was dangling between their legs. Her mother had always told her to never have sex before marriage. Not that she listened to her own advice, but she had been married five times and divorced four. She didn't know her dad, he left when she was still a baby. She was over that now.

She just recently got out of a relationship where she almost lost her virginity. Scott Lee had been the sweetest man she had ever met. Or so she thought. He was very handsome with wavy blond hair and dark blue eyes. He was only a few inches taller than her but that was okay. She wasn't sure she liked tall men. He was patient with her and he loved animals and children like her. He had wanted a big family like her. He worked for a pharmaceutical company so while he traveled a lot, he was set in his financial future like her. They had been dating for eight months and while he told her he would wait as long as possible until she was ready, he had only meant he would wait on her. He didn't mean he would stop having sex. And she discovered that little tidbit in the most embarrassing way.

So two months later, she had decided she wanted a baby but she didn't want the relationship. When she was eighteen, her Aunt Louisa died and left Ashley a small fortune which had been left untouched until now. Ashley wanted a baby so she decided she was getting artificially inseminated. Everyone who didn't like it, could kiss her behind.

So to answer her best friend's question. "Yes I'm sure I want to do this. So would you please quit pacing my living room and come help pick out a suitable donor."
Kim plopped down on the couch next to Ashley. "Fuck that." Kim said and Ashley winced. She didn't care for the foul language. She guessed it was the school teacher in her.

Kim grabbed the binder from her hands and began to flip through the pages. "I'm not going to just help, I'm going to choose for you."

Ashley was horrified. If Kim picked out her donor, who knew what kind of baby she would end up with. She tried to take the binder from Kim, but got her hand slapped in the process.

"No Miss Bitch, I'm choosing the donor. You need someone tall, dark, and handsome." Kim told her as she flipped through pages. Too short, too plain, too boring.

Ashley's brows furrowed in confusion. "There's no pictures, Kim. How do you know if someone is too plain or even too boring?"

Kim came to a place in the binder where the pages were stuck together. As she worked on freeing the hidden page, she answered Ashley's question. "You can just tell by the description they give." She cursed a few times making Ashley wince from the harsh language. Unfortunately Kim had no filter whatsoever. She was hilarious and fun to be around, but the no filter thing could sometimes be a bad thing. And embarrassing.

"HA! Finally!" She exclaimed as she freed the page. She skimped the information and clicked her tongue. "This guy is it, girl. He's got long dark hair with green eyes. He's in college, working towards his master's degree in engineering. He loves to ride motorcycles, fix cars, and he likes to work out and run. And best of all, he's 6'8." She squealed with glee.

Ashley gaped in horror. "6'8! Kim, that's too tall."

"No it isn't. You need a tall guy, just in case you have a little boy. You don't want any boy growing up height challenged. He'll be scarred for life."

She gave her friend an 'are you crazy' look. "And what if I have a girl?"

Kim shrugged. "Let God work that part out."

Ashley shook her head and sighed in defeat.

March 17, 2014

Miz jumped as the door hit the wall creating a long bang that echoed throughout the brick building. He knew who it was before he even looked up. Only one person in their crew had the effect to suck the air from the room. Their boss.

"Hey Boss man, what's up?" Miz asked.

"I need a new phone." He demanded immediately.

Miz ducked his head to hide his smile. He did believe that was the fourth one this month. Their boss was hell on phones. He got up and went to the only closet in the room, grabbed an unopened box and took it back to his desk. His boss went through so many phones that he learned to keep all his information on a computer that he could just easily download on any new phone. That little trick had come in handy the past few years. It took all of a few minutes to down load the information all the while his boss stood behind him, leaning against the wall, clutching a piece of paper in his hand, his arms crossed. To the average man, Mark may have looked relaxed but Miz knew better. Mark was tense, pissed off as hell. Thank God that anger wasn't directed towards him.

He handed Mark the new phone. "There ya go. All your information is already there."

Mark took the phone without a word and shoved it into his pocket. He then thrust the piece of paper under Miz's nose which he slowly took.

"The family that I so wonderfully helped create, I need you to find." Mark commanded.

Miz looked at the paper and sucked in a breath. According to the single white sheet he held in his hand, Mark donated his sperm and now someone had used that sperm. Holy shit. His boss didn't seem the type. Guess he didn't know everything.

Miz nodded. "I'm on it, Boss."

"I also need you to find out how the sperm I donated was not destroyed. I donated that sperm back in '87. That was twenty seven years ago. I was told that after three years it would be destroyed. As you can see, whoever used my sperm used it this month. I need to find out who made that mistake and I need the woman and her family found immediately. With a paper trail, she could already be in danger."

Miz nodded as he turned back to his computer. "You'll have it before the hour is out."

"Thank you, Miz." Mark told him quietly as he shut the door behind him.

Miz sat that in stunned silence for a few minutes. Mark 'Undertaker' Calaway never said thank you. Miz knew right then how absolutely serious this really was.

May 21, 2012

"It's a girl!"

The doctor showed Ashley the baby before he handed her to the nurses and went to stitching her up. Ashley laid there with a huge smile on her face as Kim chatted excitedly next to her. Her mom was still a little upset with her about the whole ordeal and Ashley didn't want any negative energy in the operating room with her. She had wanted her mother in there with her, but her snarky attitude as Ashley had been wheeled into the operating room helped her make up her mind. She called out for Kim and Kim immediately gave her what she needed. An upbeat, positive attitude.

She couldn't believe she had done it. She became artificially inseminated, got pregnant on the first round, went through her pregnancy with only Kim and her doctor by her side, and gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. She couldn't believe it. She was ecstatic. She couldn't wait to start her new life with her new baby daughter.
Her smile grew. She had a daughter. She was a mother.

"She is six pounds, four ounces, and seventeen inches long. She's itty bitty like her momma and look at her beautiful curly jet black hair." One of the nurses proudly announced as she came forward with a tiny pink bundle wrapped in a pink blanket with a tiny pink hat on. Ashley could see her daughter's dark hair peeking out from underneath the pink cap. When the nurse handed her her daughter, she immediately took off the cap and stared in awe at her baby's head full of black hair.

"She's gorgeous, Ash. What color are her eyes?" Kim was dying to know.

As her daughter blinked at her, Ashley grinned. "Almost a clear blue." She replied.

"Now a lot of babies are born with blue eyes but change later so don't be too disappointed if that happens." Another nurse chimed in.

Ashley shook her head. It didn't matter what color her eyes were. She would always be perfect.

"What are you going to name her, girl?" Kim asked as she stroked her daughter's small head.

She kissed her daughter's forehead. "Hello Emma Renee, I'm your momma."

March 17, 2014

Miz ran towards Mark's office like the hounds of hell were on his ass and maybe they were. It had been forty five minutes since Mark showed up in his office and he did indeed have quite a bit of information on where Mark's sperm had ended up.

He knocked on Mark's door and waited for the booming voice.

"What?"

Miz slowly opened the door and held up the paperwork. "I have the information you need."

Mark gestured for him to enter so he did, slowly and cautiously. No one ever made a sudden movement toward their boss. He had too many enemies and he was vigilant. He treated them all equally and fair and with respect, but he was still a man with enemies.

"What did you find?" Mark grunted.

"Her name is Ashley Fielding and she's a single mother. She lives in a nice neighborhood, no debt, no criminal back ground, not even a damned parking ticket. She's a first grade teacher at Oakland Elementary. She's been dating a teacher there, but nothing serious. She used an inheritance she got from her Aunt Louisa Fielding to be inseminated. She gave birth to a baby girl on May twenty first of 2012. Baby's name is Emma Renee. Family calls her Emmy."

Miz handed Mark the paperwork and Mark stared in wonder at his daughter. She was beautiful. She looked just like him. She had his hair and his eyes. Holy fuck. He knew immediately that he couldn't let this go. He would have to find the mother and be a part of his kid's life. To mainly protect her because he knew his enemies would eventually find her.

"There's one more thing, Boss." Miz's voice pierced the silent room.

Mark glanced up with a frown etched on his features. "What?" He barked.

"I also have the information about the sperm bank. Around the time your sperm was to be destroyed there was over turn of employees and a new computer system was put in a few years later. Somehow the instructions to destroy your sperm were deleted from the record."

Mark swore. "Is there any more of my sperm?" Mark wondered.

Miz shook his head. "No. There was enough for two tries and Ms Fielding bought both but only used one so they gave her the other to keep in her freezer."

Mark looked appalled. "Is that normal?"

Miz kept the chuckle to himself. "Yes sir, apparently so."

Mark nodded and returned to the paper in his hand, staring at his daughter. Miz knew he had been dismissed and he silently bowed out of the office.

Friday March 21, 2014

"I can't believe you fucking went through with it. I was only joking at the time, Taker." Glenn teased as he climbed into the passenger side of Mark's prized possession, a brand new Toyota Tundra in black pearl. A new color at the office.

Mark shrugged, starting the truck. "Fuck off. It was an easy way to get the last little bit of money I needed. I almost got caught stealing the last bit of money I did. I was so damned close to opening my business that I wasn't going to jail for a few measly dollars. That paid more than giving blood."

Glenn chuckled. "I'm sure it did. And you got to jack off into a cup. Did they give you a few dirty magazines or did you have a certain woman in mind."

"Oh shut the fuck up, Jacobs." Mark hissed as he pulled out of the garage.

The infuriated look on Mark's face only made Glenn laugh harder. "You have quite the taste in women, Calaway and I heard your daughter's mother is a first grade teacher." Glenn hid a snicker. "Is that really true?" Glenn asked barely holding on to his laughter.

"Yes." Mark snarled.

Glenn threw his head back and laughed. He laughed so hard tears were rolling down his face. "That is so fucking hilarious!" Mark cursed and told him to the shut the fuck up. That only made Glenn laugh harder. Mark just scowled, eyes on the road.

After a few more minutes of Glenn's laughing, Mark couldn't take anymore. "Alright shut the fuck up and help me decide how to approach her." He growled loudly.

That sobered Glenn's laugh right up. He looked at Mark in shock. "You're not actually going to tell her that you're the father of her child, are you?" Glenn sounded seriously disturbed.

Mark cocked an eyebrow. "Of course I am. I'm the child's father." He noted.

Glenn just stared at his friend in astonishment. "Have you seen this woman, Calaway?"

Mark shrugged. "I saw her. Why?"

Glenn rolled his eyes. "No. I mean really looked at her. You're almost two feet taller than she is and outweigh her by probably two hundred pounds. She's a fucking school teacher. No, scratch that, she's a first grade school teacher."

"So?" He growled in replied.

"SO! You're covered in tattoos, have long ass hair, the coldest eyes in the state of Texas, you have a gun at your side and probably two maybe three more stashed in other places. Along with a knife or two or eight. You'll scare her to death, Mark."

Glenn had been so busy laughing and then lecturing his friend that he hadn't paid any attention to where they were going. Mark pulled over and parked the truck.

"None of that matters."

"It doesn't?" He didn't sound so sure.

Mark shook his head. "No, because you're coming with me?"

Glenn's eyes widened and he mimicked a damn fish. He then blinked after a few seconds. "Have you lost your ever loving fucking mind? Have you not ever looked at me? I'm almost as bad as you and in some cases worse. Hell, I've got only a face a mother could love." Glenn laughed at himself. He didn't worry about himself. He got laid and scared idiots so it was all good for him.

"Your point?"

Glenn took a deep breath. "If the both of us show up at her house, knocking on her door, she's gonna run screaming from her house, only stopping long enough to grab her kid. You cannot do this. You cannot interrupted their lives, Mark."

Mark gave what his friend was saying some thought, but it was too late. He had made up his mind. His daughter could be danger and he couldn't let that happen. He turned his head to look out of the window.

"It's too late, Bro. I'm already here."

Glenn looked up to see a small light haired woman and a small dark haired child climbing up the steps to a small one story doll house. It had a nice size front porch that was blocked off by a baby gate and Glenn could make out toys scattered along the front porch. The house was a light lemon yellow and the shutters were baby blue. The front door matched the shutters. There was a huge picture window on one side of the door and two smaller windows on the other side. It honestly looked like a small doll house. It was cute. For a woman's taste, of course. The woman and child entered the house and the door shut behind them, hiding them from their view.

"Don't do this, Mark. Your life doesn't have room for a child and her mother. Your life is dark, brother. Scary dark with bad things lurking behind every corner. Don't drag two innocent people into that."

Mark turned back to look at Glenn. "I don't have a choice anymore, Glenn. For the first time since my mother died, I felt love. Love towards this little girl that is part mine. She has my curly dark hair and my green eyes. She's in danger because I am her father. She's in danger because I made a rash decision one crazy ass day. She is not going to pay for that decision. Her mother is in danger as well. I have to protect them both. I need to protect them. Her mother is small and has no way of defending herself or my daughter if and when that danger comes along and it will eventually. They'll kidnap both of them, use the woman for some party favor and then kill her. And they'll sale my daughter to the highest bidder just because they can or maybe just kill her to spite me. You can only see the dark side of my decision, but eventually you're see the right side."

Glenn just stared at his friend then finally nodded. "Okay."

Mark's head reared back in surprise. "Okay? Just okay?"

Glenn nodded. "Just okay."

"Why are you suddenly agreeing to this?" Mark asked suspiciously.

"Because in all the years I've known you and that's a lot of years, I've never heard you say so much. So while I still think this is a bad idea, I know you've got their best interests on your mind."

They gave each other a manly fist bump and Mark actually gave off a small grin. "Thanks Bro."

Glenn nodded. "So what are you going to do when she takes off screaming into the night?" Glenn teased with a smile.

Mark frowned and shrugged. "Kidnap her." He replied, climbing out of the truck.

Glenn looked horrified. "Please tell me you're joking." He exclaimed loudly as he got out of the truck.

Mark glanced over at Glenn and shook his head. "Not even a little." Mark replied deadly serious.