A/N: Strong Language. Adult scenes.
He sat there. Across the cheap table. Everything around him was a knock off. He looked at Roman like he was part of the Royal family.
"Listen Reigns. Holly-Oaks is My world Okay? You just live in it Mate. So forget about Grace" Trevor said.
Roman nodded. Playing along. But Grace was a sour faced bitch. She didn't have the sexiness to pull of "Psycho" convincingly.
"And John-Paul McQueen? Whatever you're thinking about doing with him. Don't even. You know nothing about him" Trevor said.
"John-Paul's mine. That's all I need to know" Roman said.
Getting John-Paul on his side wasn't going to be easy. But he was Determined. He could give John-Paul a better career. Sure John-Paul would have to forget Holly-Oaks for a while. So what. The first time Roman tried to get John-Paul. It was a disaster. He'd sent Trevor. Roman didn't know about the McQueen/Royale history.
He was watching through a bug on his phone when the shit hit the fan. The McQueen Girls, refused to let Trevor in. Trevor was shouting for John-Paul. This time Reigns had to pull everything in. He had to be more subtle. He pulled the first kid that he saw off the street.
"Hey" He said.
"Piss off you perv" The boy said. Roman showed the kid money and he stayed quiet.
"What's your name?" He asked.
"What the fuck is it to you?" The boy asked. "So you don't want the money" Roman said. He slowly pulled the money away and the Boy changed his tune.
"I'm Finn. Who the fuck are you?" Finn said.
"You know John-Paul?" Roman asked. Finn froze. Roman saw him literally freeze in time. He hoped it was out of fear.
"I ain't giving that fag money" Finn said.
"No. I Just need to send him a message" Roman said. Sure enough, it worked. Around Ten O' clock at night, John-Paul came storming over to the club.
"You sent Finn O' Connor, to my house. Fucking Finn!" John-Paul yelled.
He swung, but Roman was so tall that the Teacher missed by miles. Trevor looked at them both with a smile.
"Well ,I'll leave you girls to it" Trevor said. He walked out and shut the door. Roman locked the door after Trevor had gone. He shut the blinds and offered John-Paul a drink.
"How could you Roman?" John-Paul asked leaning against the counter.
"John-Paul, Finn's just some random kid I gave cash too. If I'd known you'd come running, I would have used Finn earlier" Roman said.
He sat down on a chair further away from John-Paul. He wanted to pat the Teacher on the shoulder, but he knew John-Paul would push him away. Like always.
"Johnny...sorry...about the Finn business" Roman said. He ran his hand through his long dark hair and realised how tired he was.
"You weren't to know. Sorry I tried to..." John-Paul said raising his fist up. Roman nodded. "It's cool"
"No...it's not" John-Paul said. Roman's victory rose in his chest , as John-Paul walked over to him.
"What about Mr Ambrose and Mr Rollins?" John-Paul asked. Roman nodded. John-Paul was feeling out the competition. Nice. "They're gone" Roman said. It was true. They had. He didn't want to think about Ambrose and Rollins' betrayal, but it kept him awake at night.
"I'm...sorry" John-Paul said.
"John-Paul, don't say that word. Don't say it, if you're gonna patronise the fuck out of me" Roman said. He was surprised at his anger. He should have calmed down. But John-Paul turned his chair in his direction.
"I'm listening" John-Paul said.
"Really?" Roman asked.
"Yes Really" John-Paul said, but he wasn't sure if he meant it...