Disclaimer: I do not own anything or having anything to do with the WWE or with the wrestlers mentioned in this fanfiction. I only wrote this for pure enjoyment of the sport and of its entertainers
Note: The Version of The Undertaker in this story is during his American Badass days.
Chapter Two
Moving up the stairs with Mark, Emma thought about what she could tell him to hide the truth about what Warren has done to her. She didn't want anyone to know the horrible truth of what has really happened to her in the past two years that she dated him.
"Here is my office."
She snapped herself out of her thoughts, and noticed him motioning her into a large office with windows that faced the direction of the bar on the floor. Emma walked up towards the mirrors, and looked down at the ground below. Wow. This is an impressive view from up here. She eased her hands down on the windowsill, and gazed down at everyone having a good time.
"I take it that you like the view from up here." Mark said, pulling the door closed. He spoke in a calm, deep tone. "I come up here sometimes to look over everyone down there, and make sure that no one is doing something that is illegal."
"That sounds like a good idea." She replied. Emma looked, and discovered him sitting down on the long sofa that was in front of the windows.
"Have a seat, Emma." Patting on the sofa, he had himself situated at the other end of it, giving her room, as well as distance, between himself. "I believe that we are going to be here for a while."
She inhaled a deep breath, and let it out in a sigh. Her body moved on the sofa's middle seat, but gave herself room to keep from crowding him. Her eyes focused on her hands in her lap. "I don't know if you really want to hear the truth, Mark." Her voice trembled a bit as she spoke to him. "My story is not a pretty one."
"I don't care, Emma." Mark replied. He reached over, and lifted her head. "Tell me what is going on."
Looking at his eyes, she knew that there was no way that she could lie to him even if she tried to. Emma stifled a cry from coming out as she looked to him with watery eyes. "The mark that you found underneath my neck...is not the only that I have."
"What do you mean?"
"Let me show you..." She sniffled a bit. Emotions from the years of abuse she suffered at the hands of her ex-boyfriend started to show themselves. Turning her back to face him, her hands trembled a bit. She grabbed the sides of her jacket, and pulled it down her arms. Emma brought it halfway down, exposing where the word "Bitch" was carved into her skin of her upper back.
"Oh Emma.." Mark whispered. Moving over to her a bit closer, he placed the tips of his fingers against the writing that was embedded in her back. A soft, apologetic sigh escaped his mouth from finding her to be hurt like she was. "How long ago did this happen?"
"This happened about six months ago." She replied. Her body seemed to relax at his touch. She inhaled a breath of air as her hands held her jacket where it was on her at the moment. Her head bowed, and turned her gaze towards the lap of her white dress. "I got into a heated argument with my ex-boyfriend that led to him shoving me down, and carving that word into my skin with the tip of a razor-sharp knife."
"I am so sorry to hear that, Emma."
"Not as sorry as I am." She sniffled, trying her hardest to not cry in front of him. Feeling him ease one of his large hands on her bare shoulder, Emma turned herself around on the sofa, and looked towards him with her eyes watering.
"I am going to make a promise to you now, Emma." Mark reached up, and wiped her tears away from her face. He moved his hands to cup her face within his palms, but kept eye contact with her the entire time. "If I ever see this ex of yours, I will personally see to it that he walks out of here on crutches or he is taken out of here on a stretcher."
"You have no idea how much hearing those words makes me feel, Mark." She spoke with sincere appreciation. A smile started to emerge on her face among the marks of tears on her face. "I appreciate knowing that you would do that for me if you ever found my ex-boyfriend."
"I mean what I say, Emma. I will hurt his ass for hurting you."
Opening her mouth to speak, her ears caught the sound of cheering downstairs. She rose up from the sofa and window to a window. Emma looked down to the bar below. Her body froze instantly in fear.
"Emma?" Mark asked. Walking up beside her, he looked to her with concern in his eyes. "Emma, what's wrong?"
Her eyes locked on a young man with short black hair, tan skin, and dark brown eyes. She trembled at seeing him there in a three-piece suit, and smirking to the other men there. "It can't be..." she whispered, softly.
"It can't be what?"
Emma turned towards Mark and looked to him with tears in her eyes. "My ex-boyfriend just arrived here." She looked back to the window, and pointed towards where Warren was. "That's him. The gentleman in the suit among the other bikers at the bar is my ex."
"I know that punk." Mark spoke with a growl in his voice. "He is always trying to start trouble in here, and I have wanted to kick his ass for the longest time. Now...I am going to go kill the little mother fucker."
She found Mark storming out of there before she could so much as utter a word to prevent him. Oh no! I can't let him fight him! He will end up getting hurt by Warren if his friends are here with him! Fearing the worst for him, Emma forced herself to pull her jacket up, and race out of the room after him.