Dean had been ready to storm out and search for her that morning but Roman had held him back. Instead Dean has told them all her name. Mia. That was all he knew. He had also sworn that he would find her.
The first week his gang had searched for her while he stayed home and allowed his stab wound to heal. His gang had made sure to let the other gangs know that they were looking for her. Mayhem, not Mia. No one else knew her name. No one even knew what she looked like. They knew she was a woman, always wearing a hood.
The only person who had ever seen her was Finn Balor when she kicked his ass. That's why he had recognized her that day she had been out with Dean, trading with Evolution. Finn had mysteriously gone missing too. Rumour on the street was that Finn and Mayhem had run away together.
Dean knew better. His gang knew better. Finn was buried deep on their property and no one would ever know. If Finn's gang found out, they would start a gang war that no one cared to have. It was best to keep quiet. Forever.
"Are you sure you're up for this?" Roman asked.
"Completely. See," Dean pulled up his tee. "It's almost healed. I wanna be out there searching for her. Any luck so far?"
"No one's seen her at all," Seth said. "Sorry bro."
"It's not your fault," Dean sighed. "I just don't understand why she ran away. We were moving into something. I was..."
He bit his lip and looked down.
"You were what?" Roman asked.
"I was falling in love," Dean said lowly.
"We'll find her," Seth said comforting.
"We better!" Dean growled. "She's out there all alone."
"Hey, she survived three years on her own," Roman reminded him.
"Before we made everyone know we were looking for her. I think we fucked up things for her," Dean said.
"You wanted this," Roman said.
"I know. I still do," Dean said. "I just don't wanna see her get hurt."
"Everyone knows we want her alive," Seth said. "I'll rally the troops so we can go."
30 minutes later they were standing down on the town square. It was around noon and there was an unwritten rule among the gangs never to take their personal beef into town square and most certainly not in the daylight hours.
"Move!" A dark voice sounded.
They looked over just in time to see the beast of a man push Luke Gallows from the Balor Club aside. Dean swallowed when he saw who it was. He might not come from this town but everyone knew him. Dean would have jumped him if it wasn't for the escort of men following him, ready to protect him.
"Brock fucking Lesnar!" He sneered. "What's that son of a bitch doing here?"
"Easy, bro," Roman said.
Dean had told his gang the truth about Mia and Lesnar and how she had escaped by fooling Heyman. Of course that snake of an advocate was there too.
"Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Paul Heyman," he started.
"What the fuck do you want?" Luke Gallows piped up.
"Go back to Suplex City!" Karl Anderson backed up his friend.
"I'll let that slide," Heyman smiled. "We're looking for a woman. Recent whispers have brought to our attention that she's been hiding here for the last three years."
"Fuck!" Dean muttered.
"Brock, if you'll be so kind," Lesnar said.
Brock unfolded a large piece of paper and held it up for everyone to see. There she was, Mia, the photo showing her brilliant blue eyes, her light brown hair and her entire face. Dean felt a pull in his heart. It had only been a week but he missed her badly.
"Mia Scott," Heyman said.
Scott. Her last name was Scott. Dean mumbled it lowly, tasted it on his tongue. Mia Scott. A minute ago only a few chosen ones had known her first name. Now every gang knew along with her last name and her face. She was in serious danger now.
"What do you want with her?" Seth asked.
"You don't need to worry your head with that," Heyman answered.
"You can't just come into our town and start demanding shit!" Randy Orton from Evolution shouted.
"Who's demanding?" Heyman smirked. "50.000 dollars to whoever brings her to us."
"Dead or alive?" Karl Andersen asked.
"Alive!" Lesnar growled.
"We'll come back here everyday at noon until someone brings her to us," Heyman said.
They wanted her alive. At least that was something. Even if someone got their hands on her, they wouldn't kill her. It didn't make it much better but it did put Dean's mind a bit at ease.
"We'll find her," Roman leaned in to talk lowly.
"We fucking have to!" Dean sneered.
