Chapter One - Stained
Nikki Bella waited anxiously in a rundown underground bar. It definitely wasn't her scene or at least- it wasn't the sort of place she would hang out for a drink anymore. But there she was- waiting. She was so sure that she wouldn't be recognized and that no-one from WWE would ever dare to come to a place like this. All except for one. Dean Ambrose.
There are many words to describe Ambrose. Punctual wasn't one of them. He did what he wanted. He said what he wanted. A lot of his actions stem from impulse and intuition making him The Shield's most ruthless and most dangerous member.
When he finally turns up. The superstar plumps himself down opposite Nikki; and wastes no time; getting straight down to business.
"What the fuck was with that episode?!" he demanded.
Nikki feeling a lot more ambitious thanks to a few drinks; the feisty brunette shot back.
"It's not like I said your name!"
Dean scoffed.
"We both know why you didn't mention my name"
He stared her down but she never gave anything away in her glare.
"I don't even know why I bothered coming here tonight. It's not like there's anything new to explain. You're still exactly the same Dean Ambrose. Not one thing has changed about you."
"Don't give me that bullshit Nicole. You may have upgraded your wardrobe but I KNOW YOU."
"That was ten years ago. You don't know anything Ambrose."
"Ten years?" he snorted "Nikki Bella doesn't go spilling her dirty laundry out of the basket. Not then, not now and even when a few drinks are involved, you still keep your cards close to your chest. Nice upgrade by the way…" he gestured towards her breasts. "Tell me, Did John buy em?" he questioned as a smug grin crept across his face.
That was the last straw. She wasn't going to give him anymore satisfaction. She stood up from the table picking up her purse but he stood up immediately as she had.
"Sit down Nicole. I'm not finished." His eyes refusing to leave hers.