CHAPTER THREE
Paul's hazel eyes flashed down at Gianna as he squeezed her throat. "You're MINE for the morning. Now… where were we?"
Gianna shook her head, squeaking when he tightened his grip. "Okay!" She choked out, coughing when he released her and stumbled back, hands on her neck. She pressed a hand against the wall, hunching over slightly, finally looking at him and tried not to cry. "Why do you do this to me?" She asked softly, suddenly wanting to know what she had done to deserve this, especially when all she ever did was love him.
"Why?" Paul echoed, snarling and kneed her in the stomach. "Because slut, I can!" He shouted, ripping her up by the roots of her hair and whipping her around. He didn't give Gia the chance to fight as he pinned her wrists behind her back, pushing down her pants and panties, then his own and finally slid inside of her from behind.
Gianna tried not to scream, but she wasn't given a chance for anything, and couldn't help it. She shrieked when through Paul's hand when he covered her mouth, fat tears rolling down her face.
She stiffened when she heard Maria's voice outside the door, hollering that Gianna get her 'bubble ass outta bed and come shopping for clothes and boys' with her.
"I mean it, Gia! I need someone to protect me from everything I'll try to buy!"
Paul growled from low in the back of his throat but didn't stop. "She's busy!" He shouted through the door, which was locked, and started thrusting harder, not caring who heard them as he uncovered her mouth. "Scream all you want, Gia." He snarled, smacking her ass.
Gianna shook her head, refusing to scream, especially with knowing Maria was right outside the door.
Maria chewed on her lower lip, not sure what to do. She knew she couldn't break down the door, she'd only wind up knocking herself out. She didn't dare call out Paul, she wasn't THAT stupid and frowned, looking around, beginning to smile slightly. A second later she had pulled the fire alarm and FLEW out of the hallway.
A low, deep, vicious growl tore from Paul's mouth as he ripped out of her, not believing this shit was happening. "Goddamn it!" He shouted angrily, entangling his fingers in her hair and pulled her head back to meet his dangerous, cold eyes. "You come to my room tonight, Giana, or I swear to God you'll regret it." He then zipped up his pants and stalked out of the room.
Maria waited until she seen Paul round the corner before flying into Gianna's room, shutting and locking the door behind her. "Oh my god… what-" She shook her head.
"Fire?" Gia managed to whisper, now crouching behind the couch.
"No, that was me." Maria tossed Gia's pants to her. "You can't let him do this to you anymore, Gianna. You have to stand up for yourself, do something."
Gianna just pulled on her jeans, her brow furrowed, trying not to cry anymore.
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Paul was positively livid to learn that someone had pulled the fire alarm and had a feeling he knew who did it. "She's going to pay." He vowed darkly to himself, heading back to Gianna's room only to wind up with Stephanie popping out at him. He groaned inwardly when she started talking about wedding plans and knew he'd be busy for the remainder of the day until the house show started.
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Maria had talked Gianna into shopping, all day shopping, hoping to also talk her friend out of her 'relationship' or at least find a way to make Paul pay. "You could get pregnant, that'd fuck him over royally with the McMahons."
Gianna arched an eyebrow, halting mid step to stare at Maria, wondering how she could be so intelligent sometimes and then a complete bonehead at others. "I don't think so."
"Find a handsome man and elope?"
Gia was now rolling her eyes, heading inside the arena, trying not to smile. "I don't think so on that either."
"Well… how bout…"
"Maria, if you-" Gianna froze when she seen Shawn and David, both smirking at her, knowing they were nothing more than Paul's bitches.
"Oh wow… stooge one and stooge two." Maria whispered, not loud enough for anyone but Gia to hear as they walked by. "They creep me out."
A wicked smirk spread across David's lips as he walked up to Maria and began to slowly circle her. "Paul requests your presence in his dressing room… NOW." He ordered. "I could… ESCORT you there myself, if you want."
Gia seen the panicky look on Maria's face and cleared her throat, not about to let them bully her. "She can't. We have somewhere else to be." She said, taking Maria firmly by the hand and pulling her away, ignoring the raised eyebrows she was receiving.
Maria just nodded, swallowing hard and practically ran when Gianna dragged her off. "You're going to regret that!" She whispered frantically.
"Just go… hide out somewhere." Gia instructed, shoving Maria forward into the crowd of stage workers.
David and Shawn had followed and grabbed Gianna by her arms, dragging her kicking and screaming to Paul's dressing room.
"Stop it before you get hurt, slut!" David growled, shoving her harshly into the room, smirking when she bumped right into Paul.
Gianna automatically flinched, expecting to be hit. She spun around, glaring at Shawn and David. "Takes some really big men to harass women!" She spat, shrugging Paul away when he put his hand on her arm. "I'm done." She whispered, swallowing hard, deciding to take Maria's advice and walk away. "I can't let you do this to me anymore, Paul." Gia turned to stare at him.
"Abuse, sneaking me around, treating me like I'm your slave… what's next? Going to share
me?" She shook her head. "I can't do this anymore."
Paul raised his eyebrows, sighing deeply and looked at his friends. "Leave us." He ordered gravely, waiting for them to vacate before folding his arms over his chest. "If that's the way you feel, Gianna…" He trailed off, sounding heartbroken then hauled off, backhanding her hard across the face. "THEN I SUGGEST YOU CHANGE YOUR MIND REALLY DAMN FAST BECAUSE YOU BELONG TO ME!"
Gia stumbled away from him, holding her face. She wanted to shout at him, hurt him, do something. Then… she wanted to drop in a corner and hope to God he didn't hurt her.
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Maria stood in front of David and Shawn when they came out, Mickie and Candice with her. "The writers want to see Gianna." She said firmly. "They have a new line for her and she's requested IMMEDIATELY."
"Too bad. Paul's busy with her and you know as well as I do that he owns those writers. You can tell them they'll have to fucking wait." David snarled back, his brown eyes narrowed to slits.
"Can't do that." Candice said, sounding bored. "She's scheduled out in the ring in ten minutes and if she's not there…. It'd look awfully funny if Paul kept her on the road when she's out of a JOB." She arched an eyebrow, not intimidated in the slightest.
Mickie frowned when she heard Gianna's scream of pain from inside the room. "Either she comes out of there NOW or I'm going to stand here and scream bloody fucking murder until the MCMAHONS come to see what's up."
David exchanged amused looks with Shawn before wrapping a hand around her throat, crushing his chest to hers and snarled in her ear: "You do and it'll be the LAST thing you ever SCREAM." He promised darkly before shoving her away. "Now get the fuck out of here."
Mickie, Candice and Maria all took a step back, glancing at each other. "FIRE! FIRE IN THE BUILDING!"
Next thing happening was a fire alarm being pulled followed by mass hysteria.
Gianna came flying out of the room, followed by Paul and instantly took off, aware the three women were beside her and kept on running, the blood drying on her face.
"Where's the damn fire?" Coachman demanded, walking up and looking around, knowing this is where the screams of 'fire' had come from. "Get that damn alarm off and get my wrestlers back in their rooms!" He ordered a security guard before stalking off.
"THOSE BITCHES!" David snarled angrily, not believing the audacity of the Divas and looked at Paul. "Man, she did it, AGAIN!"
"Don't worry, I'll deal with those whores and when I'm done, they'll wish they never crossed me." Paul vowed dangerously, his eyes flashing and stormed back into his locker room, slamming the door shut behind him.
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Gianna let the trainer stitch her forehead, listening as Maria made up an excuse about being stampeded in the hallway. Once that was finished, she was filled in about her new storyline.
"Wait a minute, I'm going to be his kayfabe?"
"I hate that word." Mickie grumbled, dropping down onto the couch in the Diva's dressing room.
Gia accepted the paper Candice passed her and sighed. "I wish he would've just done the damn move." She grumbled, wincing when Maria started applying make-up, covering her bruised face. "Ouch!"
"I TOLD you to LEAVE him."
"I tried." Gia muttered. "Bad advice."
"If you ask me," Candice began casually painting her fingernails, blowing on them as she sighed deeply. "Carlito is doing this purposely to try to get you away from Paul and he has the RIGHT idea."
"Carlito is a moron." Gianna mumbled, taking a pale pink dress from Maria and stepped behind the screen to change. "He's going to piss Paul off and wind up jobless." She didn't mention the fact that Carlito had kissed her, or that she wasn't sure what she thought about him anymore.
"Well, if it isn't the slut squad." Melina said, strolling in alongside Torrie. "And Queen Slut!" She laughed when Gianna stepped out. "You know, if Steph ever finds out you're screwing her man, she'll have you black balled from everything. It'd just BREAK my heart to see you gone, Gia, really, it would."
"Shut up before I knock your buck teeth out." Mickie growled.
"Melina, the ONLY reason why you want Gia gone is because you're jealous of her. She IS more beautiful than you are and not to mention she doesn't use hair extensions like YOU do."
Candice stated casually, smirking wickedly, her eyes glinting because she knew had critical Melina was of her hair.
Melina frowned, feeling here hair then narrowed her eyes. "Come on Torrie." She muttered, stalking back out of the room.
Gianna shook her head, trying not to smile. "Thanks Candy." She hugged her friend before smoothing down the front of her dress, knowing if Paul seen it he'd probably choke. He hated this color. Paul, why did everything come back to him? Sighing, she shook her head. "Well ladies, time for me to go…"
"Kayfabe it?" Maria piped up, smiling cheekily when Mickie groaned.
"Yeah, that." Gia snickered at the look on Mickie's face and walked out. She frowned slightly as she walked down to the gorilla position, wondering exactly how this was going to work. She was supposed to be seen talking to Carlito, then go out with him for his match. She wondered if maybe this was his idea.
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Rubbing the back of his neck, Carlito watched as Gianna approached him. "Hey…" He muttered, not believing the writer's idea. This was the DUMBEST and SMARTEST thing he'd heard from them in awhile. Dumb because he knew she was going to assume it was his idea and smart because with a little luck, it would get her away from Paul that much more.
"Hi." Gianna looked around, sighing when she spotted the camera man setting up. "Um…. I was given a run down on this…. What?" She groaned when they were signaled and plastered a smile on her face. "Thanks Carlito, for not… you know." She reached out, placing a tentative hand on his shoulder.
Smiling back at her, Carlito nodded, stroking her cheek with the back of his hand. "I couldn't hurt you, Gia. I could never do that to a woman. Torrie doesn't count, she's a dog."
Gia giggled slightly. "I couldn't agree more." She said, placing her hand on top of his. She watched as he lowered their hands, not letting go. "Thanks again." She whispered, staring up at him, forgetting the camera was there, blushing when her eyes zoomed in on his lips.
"My pleasure." He whispered softly and leaned down, forgetting everything else as well and pressed his lips to hers. "Are you ready to escort Carlito to the ring so he can beat some ass?" He murmured against her lips.
Gianna giggled again, her lips brushing his as she spoke. "Yeah, I'm ready." She blinked when the cameraman whistled and stepped away, raking a hand through her hair, her blue eyes wide and hazy.
