This is my new story that I've been working on for a little while. Hopefully you enjoy it.
Summary: Kendall DiBiase is the youngest child and only daughter of Ted DiBiase Sr. Her life is basically turned upside down when the 23 year old is told that, because of her families mistakes, she must marry a man she knows nothing about. How will things pan out for her? Will her life be better or worse than when she is living with her parents?
I'd just gotten out of the shower and was getting dressed when Trent Beretta, my father's most trusted bodyguard, came to my room. He told me that I had 15 minutes to get myself presentable and go down to the meeting quarters. Apparently my father had some matter he wanted to discuss with me.
It wasn't the first time this happened so I wasn't too worried. I gave that up years ago when I realized that my father would do anything in his will to get more money and territory. All three of my brothers were turning out to be just like him. I didn't know how my mother stayed sane knowing that her husband and sons were the most prominent drug lords in Mississippi. My family practically ran the state, which is exactly why I insisted on attending an out-of-state college. My mother was a mess for about a month after I moved to Tennessee for four years. My father, on the other hand, couldn't have been more pleased, except for the fact that I couldn't cause distractions.
My brothers were the apples of Father's eye from the day they were born. Mike DiBiase was 10 years older than I was and was more interested in getting girls into his bed than watching over his only sister. Theodore DiBiase Jr. was 6 years older and saw no other use for me than to cause distractions while they hit up some random warehouse. Then there was Brett who was exactly 4 minutes and 32 seconds older than me. He always had to be the center of attention and hated that he had to share even a single piece of DNA with me. And since Father never wanted a girl he sent me away unless he needed something, so I was in a boarding school until I was 15. Then I went to the public school in Clinton and served as a distraction whenever they needed me to.
Usually it was some kind of distraction while my brothers and the men who worked for my father made one run or another. Keeping all eyes on me so they could do their job. I've always had a feeling that drugs were not the only illegitimate business my family was involved in but I never asked. Growing up, Father made sure that I knew 'proper etiquette', meaning I was seen but never heard. It was honestly never that much of a problem for me; my brothers outshined anything I've ever accomplished, according to my father. My mother tried to make up for it by spending Father's money on me but no matter how many Fendi purses the women bought me, nothing could take away the sting of being my father's least favorite child.
I sighed as I took one last look in the mirror before walking out of my room. Trent was waiting for me just outside the door to escort me to the study. I didn't let my mind wander too much on the way because I knew Father would demand my full attention. As we entered, Trent had a smug smile on his face that made me uneasy. I started to feel like this wasn't a normal distraction he needed me for.
"Father? You sent for me?" I questioned softly.
"Ah, yes. Kendall," he said without enthusiasm, "I seem to have found myself in a bit of a sticky situation. It looks as though one, or a few, of the shipment sot Boston were tampered with somehow and the Cena's are not happy with us."
"I'm sorry sir, but I don't quite understand where I fit into this," I replied.
"I didn't think you would; never were the brightest crayon in the box," he said, laughing at my expense.
I looked down at my feet and felt my face flush with embarrassment as I realized we weren't alone. Out of the corner of my eye I could see some of the men who worked for my father standing around the room. When I looked back up to where my father was sitting behind his desk I saw all Teddy and Brett standing on either side of him while Mike was standing behind him. The cruel amusement in their eyes made my eyes sting with tears that I blinked back. Father always told me that crying was the ultimate sign of weakness.
"We had to make a deal with the Cena's," Mike started.
"They promised to not start any kind of war with us if we give them something in return," Teddy continued.
"The Cena's have many connections and have been extremely good to us. This isn't the first time they've received a bogus shipment and we cannot promised that it will be the last," Brett explained further.
"However, we are willing to look past any small incident that may occur in the future under one condition," a tall and rather large man said. He wasn't too bad looking and he had piercing blue eyes. His hair was cut short and I could from accent that he wasn't from around here.
"May I ask what that condition is, sir?" I asked quietly. I had no idea who this man is or if I was even allowed to be talking to him, but I could only assume he was a Cena.
He confirmed my suspicions when he answered, "it's John, John Cena. And the condition, which your family has already agreed upon, Ms. Kendall DiBiase, is that you become my wife."
Ted's POV
I had to keep from laughing as I saw the emotions run over Kendall's face. In a matter of seconds she went from shocked to angry to fearful to submissive. I had to admit, Dad trained her well. It was no secret in our family that Kendall was seen as extra baggage, we had no use for a girl. So when the Cena's made their request Father agreed at once, without any hesitation. That was almost two months ago and the wedding has been planned out the way John wants it.
"When?" I barely heard come from Kendall. I hate when she whispers during a meeting.
"Kenny, dear sister," I said softly before yelling, "We can't hear you when you're being so damn quiet!"
She jumped at the sudden harshness in my voice and this time I didn't bother stopping the chuckle that rumbled low in my chest. She looked down at her feet and I knew she was trying to compose herself. We all watched as she took a deep breath and rose her gaze back to our dad. She gave a polite smile before asking again, this time in a conversational tone, "When?"
"You leave for Boston this afternoon," Dad answered, "The wedding is in one week. You're going early to get better acquainted with your new family and to find out your husband –to-be's expectations of you."
"The rest of us will arrive the day before the wedding and will leave the day after," Mike informed her. She nodded slightly and put a smile on her face but I could see the uncertainty in her eyes.
"Come on Ken," I said as I walked towards her, "I'll walk you back to your room and we'll send for someone to help pack your things while we talk."
A couple men around the room chuckled lightly. Everyone knew that I was the hardest on Kendall. She often got in my way or did something to royally piss me off. Sometimes I think she did it on purpose. But this time I wasn't going to let her ruin the truce we now have with the Cena's.
John walked closer to us and took a hold of Kendall's hand, "You can bring two suitcases with you. Whatever doesn't fit, we'll ship to my house in West Newbury. We leave in an hour."
She gave him a polite smile before I pulled her form the room. I waited until I heard the door shut before speaking.
"You better behave Kenny," I warned her. She pulled out of my grip and stormed to her room. I smirked when she tried to shut the door in my face. Did she forget that I'm stronger than her or is she really just that stupid? I caught the door and walked in, slamming it behind me, "Don't walk away from me when I'm talking to you Kendall Grace."
She walked to her closet and pulled out her suitcases before laying them on her oversized bed. She started throwing her clothes into the suitcases. The silent treatment she was trying to give me had no effect on me, if anything it made me angrier. I smirked when she glared at me as she packed.
"I said we'd have someone do that while we talk," I growled.
"I don't have to listen to you. You're not the boss of me," she snapped at me.
I crossed the room in three large strides and smirked as the back of my hand connected with her face, the sickening sound of flesh against flesh echoing throughout her room. She fell to the floor with a hand holding her cheek. I could already see a welt forming.
"Damn it, Teddy," she mumbled, "Father is going to kill me if this bruises."
"Maybe you should have thought about that before you decided to backtalk me," I told her, "Now that I have your attention, I'll continue what I was trying to tell you in the hallway."
"I know Teddy. I have to behave, follow directions, do anything and everything they tell me to," Kendall interrupted me. Part of me wanted to hit her again but the other part that wanted to see where she was going with this won out. "I've been doing this for the last 23 years; I think I know how to handle myself."
"I'm just saying that if you mess this up, no one will stop me from making you regret it," I told her, "You still belong to us, remember?"
I watched as her eyes widened in fear and smirked when she tried to run past me. I pushed her back to the floor and sat on her stomach to hold her down while I took my knife out of my pocket.
"Teddy stop!" she screamed, "Mother told you not to do this anymore. She told you to stop it."
I ignored her as I took my phone out of my pocket and called Brett, "Hey bro, can you come help me out in Kendall's room?"
"What are you doing?" he asked a smirk in his voice, I don't doubt he could hear Kendall screaming in the background.
"I want to brand her one more time but she's not making it easy and we only have 25 minutes before she was to meet Cena," I heard him chuckle then mutter something that sounded like 'be right there' before hanging up.
I looked down at my sister who was still struggling beneath me. I remembered when we first started cutting our last name into Kendall's hip. It was two years ago, when she moved home after graduating from college. If I remember correctly, she was third or fourth in her class and graduated with two Bachelors in Business Management and Accounting. Our dad never cared about her accomplishments, only that she could look after the books for us and we didn't have to pay any one. He never fully gave her control of it though; he always said that a woman doesn't need to know what goes on behind closed doors.
One day the boys and I needed Kendall to distract some of the groups we were fighting with at the time. She refused and told Brett that she didn't want anything to do with our family's illegal happenings; she didn't want to be a part of the DiBiase name any more. So Brett, Mike, and I forced her to, then for her disrespect to our family, we cut her and carved our family name into the skin on her hip bone. Whenever she told us no about something after that, we'd retrace the letters. Now, after two years it's become a permanent scar.
The door opened and Brett walked in as a satisfied smirk crossed his face.
"Guys please don't do this," Kendall begged, "Mother told you to stop."
"What Mother doesn't know won't hurt her," Brett replied before he grabbed Kendall's wrists, holding them above her head with one hand and put the other over her mouth to muffle her screams.
John's POV
My current state of mind? Annoyed. I just sat through an hour long meeting with these uptight, pretentious DiBiases'. They seemed to forget that the only reason I made the trip down to Bum Fuck Egypt Mississippi was to collect my soon to be wife, not talk about business.
I was following one of their damn servants to Kendall's room, it was time to go. I can't stand being in this damn house anymore. If Kendall is as stuck up as the rest of her family, we are going to have a problem. I'll teach her to be humble any way I can. We turned a corner and I saw Ted and Brett walking out of a room at the end of the hall, each with sickening smiles on their faces.
"Man, Dad is gonna kill her if he sees that bruise," Brett told his brother.
"He isn't going to see it. It's not like he'll say goodbye or anything. She'll have it covered before she has to leave anyway," Ted laughed, "Besides, she was being a stupid bitch, and I couldn't help it."
Brett replied something but I couldn't hear it because the stupid servant knocked on the door they'd just walked out of, blocking out his voice.
"Oh no!" a voice said from inside, "Please hurry Tasha! I cannot be late. Father will kill me if I am."
"It'll be alright Kenny," another voice spoke, "It's not like your father will be there to say goodbye anyway." I thought I was having déjà vu for a minute before the door opened to reveal a girl who couldn't be older than 16. "Come in, please. I'm afraid she's not quite packed yet. Those jerks were holding her up."
"Tasha," the first voice scolded, "You can't talk like that around other people. Me, yes. Strangers, no. If that gets back to them they'll eat you for dinner and I won't be here to stop them this time."
I stepped into the room, rather amused at the scene playing before me. Kendall was running from her closet to her bed to her dresser and back to her bed again. She looked over to me and gave me an apologetic smile.
"I'm so sorry. I started packing when I first got back here but then Teddy," slight pause, "distracted me. Then Brett came and he," another pause, "joined in on the distraction. And they've only just left. I'm almost done I promise."
I stood just inside the door and inspected the beauty in front of me. Her hair was dirty blonde with dark brown, almost black streaks all over her head that hung in little burls to the middle of her back. I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to have her riding me, throwing her head back, and her hair touching the inside of my thighs. Oh my god I'm going to get a hard-on just thinking about it. Moving on. Her grey eyes held some kind of fear in them, even when she smiled. They looked red and puffy, showing that she'd been crying and her right cheek looked red and slightly swollen. Oh so that's what they were talking about. She was wearing the same black shirt she'd worn earlier but had changed from white short shorts to dark blue skinny jeans that made her long legs look even longer. It made me wonder what it would feel like to have her bare legs wrapped around my eyes as I pound into-
"I think that's it," she said, interrupting me from my dirty thoughts, "I'm not sure what the weather will be like in Boston, but since its November, I figured it would be colder than it is here. Is my outfit okay? Or do you want me to wear something else?"
Wait a second, did she really just ask me what I wanted her to wear? Damn, they trained this one well. I smirked as I realized that she was giving me complete control and we aren't even married yet.
"Come here," I said in a low voice. When she hesitated I repeated my demand more firmly and smirk grew as she walked towards me.
When she got close enough I grabbed her hips, turned both of us around and pushed her against a wall. She gasped when her back slammed into the wall and I could see fear well up in her eyes. My hands travelled up her sides and back down again to rest at her hips. She winced when I dug my thumbs into her hips and I immediately stopped. There was no way I pushed hard enough to hurt her.
"What's wrong?" when she didn't answer I became frustrated, "Damn it Kendall. What is wrong?"
"They cut her, sir," a voice from behind me spoke quietly.
Kendall's gaze left the floor to glare over my shoulder, "Tasha," she pleaded, "you promised."
"He was getting mad," Tasha responded, "I didn't want him to hurt you because of what those jerks did."
"Show me," I demanded as I moved away from the wall. Kendall didn't move, "If you don't show me yourself then I'll just force you."
"I should finish packing," she said and tried to walk past me.
"You just said that you were done," I reminded her.
"C-can I show you later? I mean, we just put gauze and tape over it and I don't want to pull it off because I'll have to redo it," she begged not meeting my eyes.
"Show me the spot," I growled.
I watched as Kendall silently pulled her shirt up and shifted the hem of her pants down a bit. There was already blood seeping through it and I knew it had to be deep. I sighed as I thought about what to do next.
"I'll have someone meet us at my house when we get there. If it needs stitches they'll be able to do it at the house," I told her, "Now let's get your suitcases I need to get out of this damn house."
She nodded before dropping her shirt and walking over to the bed. I heard her zip up her suitcases and watched as she pulled them to the floor with a loud thud. When Tasha handed her a back pack, Kendall looked at me, "Do I get a carry on?"
She smiled when I nodded and took the bag from the younger girl. They hugged tightly and Kendall whispered something into her ears before kissing her on the forehead. She walked towards me and I took one for her suitcases.
"Are you ready to start your new life with me?" I asked her.
She didn't answer until after we left the house, got her things into the rental car, got situated inside, and were on our way to the airport.
"I don't know," she answered quietly. Hey, at least she's honest.