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Everyone was over Alicia's house for some drinks as they celebrated another night of making Dean's night a living hell; Or in this case, embarrassing him. It was Kenzi, Her, and Paige.

"You did a pretty damn good job playing the psycho woman." Kenzi complimented as she sipped her drink.

"That was pretty damn funny. Wish I could have seen the look on her face."

"Yeah that was pretty awkward but at the same time I had to admit, it was a pretty good joke, you know?" Paige shrugged her shoulders lazily.

Kenzi couldn't help but smile tonight at how well she had pulled off the little stunt. She wasn't a typical vengeful person; At least not like she was back then.

But things were different; She had no one else to blame other than Dean for the hurt she had felt back then.

"You know, I know I'm kind of late on this but...what exactly did Dean Ambrose do to you that made you hate him so much? I think he's kind of a nice guy." Paige noticed how he was respectful and nice to his girlfriend tonight when they were having dinner.

"You've had too much to drink tonight." Alicia said, rolling her eyes as she snatched her drink away. Paige rolled her eyes.

"I just want to know." Paige was curious as to how in the world this whole thing got started in the first place. She didn't have anything against pulling a prank on guys who were complete dicks, but it seemed as though

"What does it matter? The guy screwed her over, fucking idiot." She dumped her drink in the sink, rinsing them with water.

Kenzi was silent as she sipped her drink. "Anyway guys, I better get some sleep. I'll come back up to visit but I have some more things to take care of."

She grabbed her purse as she headed out to the car, heading over to her aunt's house to get some rest and to handle some business first thing in the morning.

She made it home as she checked on her daughter, seeing that she was sound asleep as it was 10 o clock at night. She kissed her cheek as she softly snored and she went to go take a shower.

She changed and got dressed for bed until she saw her cell phone lighting up, indicating a phone call. It was a private number and Kenzi grew upset, knowing this was not the first time this has happened to her.

"Hello.." She answered the phone, irritated.

"Aren't you the girl from the video? Wanna show me some splits in person?" She heard the guy and his friends laughing.

"Fuck off!" She hissed as she hung up the phone.

She threw her phone on the bed as she tried to get some sleep. However, she had gotten another call.

"What?" She growled, ready to go the hell off on whoever it was.

"How would you like to have 9 inches down your throat tonight, slut?" Another guy chuckled.

"How would you like to have nine inches of my stiletto boot up your fucking ass! Call this number again and I promise you when I find you, you will receive a bullet straight into your throat." She threatened him, ending the call as she hung up.

She turned her phone off, just pulling the blanket over her and trying to go to sleep; Hoping that she would just forget about what went down back then. Hoping that she could just forget it all at once.

But there were certain things that were hard to forget and for that, her anger still continued to grow and resurface.

"I fucking hate him so much..." She closed her eyes, trying not to cry.

...

She was at her salon as she went over with her assistant manager over the amount of stocking that was increasing and of course, she was treating her usual clients who would love the way she would hook them up with the hairstyles, especially cutting their hair. Her other coworkers named Judy and Monica were also helpful, given their experience and they were all like family.

One of the things they liked to do in that family is gossip.

"So word is that you getting revenge on some guy named Ambrose?" Monica asked as she was washing her clients hair.

"That's none of y'all business." Kenzi smirked as she was doing paperwork. "But yes it is."

"Gurl, you are something else? You seriously sent him his number to a gay chatline?" Judy busted out laughing.

Kenzi had given out Dean's number to a gay chatline and wasn't surprised when she had gotten calls from him about it. Not that she answered anyway.

"Y'all women are crazy." One of the barbers named Carl had commented. "I mean, y'all always wanna talk about all men are dogs but I just think y'all need some"

"Carl, shut your ass up!" Judy scoffed, smacking the back of his bald head with her rat tail comb.

It was then she saw a text from the man himself.

"Payback is a bitch. Watch out!

-Ambrose {SEND}

Kenzi set her phone down, ignoring the call. It was over an hour as she decided to get some food for everybody here at the salon. It was Tuesday and it was her treat.

She stopped by first to the Starbucks cafe to order her usual White Chocolate Mocha. There was this guy she had been crushing on for awhile and his name was Kofi Kingston. That man was 50 shades of pure chocolate and those dreads, that deep voice of his, and how he always had his order ready was right on point.

"Hello Kenzi." He flashed his pearly whites. Damn, that man was breath taking.

"Hey there." She smiled, her day getting better. "So I don't have to tell you what I want, right?"

"Even if you did, I would serve it to you just the way you like it." He chuckled, sending a wink her way.

Kenzi couldn't hide the blush as she grabbed the cup, smiling.

As she headed to her car, ready to go to her usual spot to order food for everyone, her car wouldn't start.

"What the...I just put gas in it this morning." She tried to start her car again but all that came out was a puttering noise.

"Are you serious, come on?" She tried not to lose her temper as she tried to start up her car again.

She went to the back of her truck to see if there was something she could use to fix her car. It was then she saw that she had gotten a note attached to the window.

She opened it as she read it.

"Some sweet sugar for the bitter bitch

-Ambrose."

She started to put two and two together and then that's when she really went off.

"That motherfucker put sugar in my fucking gas tank! No wonder my car isn't working! Fucking bitch!" She snarled, kicking at the tire with her boot. She decided to call her sister, Skylar, hoping that she wasn't too busy at work so she could help her pick up Mackenzie from daycare. She knew she would have to rent a car now, which would be coming out of her pocket.

She called Uber as she headed straight for her job, already losing her appetite.

15 minutes later when she arrived, that's when she knew Dean Ambrose was just getting started

"What the fuck?" She said out loud.

Everyone was having a party in her salon; There were margaritas, wings and fries and the men were playing poker while the ladies were sipping drinks. It was then that Dean Ambrose came out the bathroom, grinning as he picked up his beer chuckling.

"Hey Kenzi!" He shouted through the music. "You're just in time, have a couple drinks with us!"

Everyone cheered as Dean handed more six packs of beer.

"What the fuck are you doing in here Ambrose?! You are not welcome in here! This is a place of business!" Kenzi growled.

"Awe come on, don't be such a stuck up. Enjoy the party! Oh I hope you don't mind, I may have used your credit card to order more pizza. It's going to round up to 200 dollars!" He laughed as his friends Corey and Sami laughed at what they had done.

"Oh hell fucking no!" She screamed. She grabbed a broom and started whipping Dean's ass.

"Get out! All of you get the hell out right now! This is my salon!" She cut off the music and basically kicked all of them out.

However, Dean smirked as he looked over, blowing her a kiss and the middle finger. She then threw her shoe at Dean's head.

"Ow!" He grunted as he walked out. "You're not fun, you know that?"

"All y'all asses need to clean this mess up. This ain't Crenshaw no more, get y'all asses right and get back to work! And Last time I checked, no alcohol was allowed; This is a place of business so don't act brand new. So y'all better get this shit cleaned up before y'all leave tonight or I'm going to have a serious fucking problem, finding y'all checks!"

And with that statement, she stormed out the room, slamming the door to her office. They could already hear her blasting music as they began to clean up the mess they made...or in this case what Dean Ambrose had created.

...

The next day, Skylar and Cosmo were laughing at the party that was thrown in Kenzi's salon as she dished out the details to what happened. Granted, they thought the car thing was a bit too far but they couldn't help but chuckle at what Dean had created.

They were at FirstWatch cafe, enjoying some smoothies and a light brunch. Kenzi had decided to just get a club sandwich and a root beer.

"Oh I'm glad y'all find it oh so funny that my salon was being turnt up and shit." She mocked them, biting into her food.

"Ok ok look I admit. What Dean did to the car was wrong and I agree, he needs to get his ass kicked for that, but the party thing was a little funny."

"There was nothing funny about it. That's my place of business. I may be a bitch but I don't do shit like that, especially at his work place. That's some fucking bullshit, forreal." She tossed her sandwich aside, eating her curly fries.

"I still think you and Dean need to talk it out. Have you two even decided on who would watch Mackenzie? Has he even had a chance to spend time with her?"

"It ain't like he wants to. He keep saying he do but he always got some shit coming up with the pop-tart. I mean seriously, I get she got the Goldilocks curls, she sweet and bubbly and full of sugar and shit but I mean, don't she see that something wrong with Jack Skellington?"

"You mean Dean." Cosmo corrected.

"Whatever."

Skylar and Cosmo looked at each other then back at her. Kenzi furrowed her brows at the two.

"What bitches?" She questioned her best friends.

"...I think I may know why you are attacking Dean like this..." Skylar gave her a slow smirk.

"Yeah, it's because he's a fuckboy and I hate his dumb ass." She stated as if that was obvious

"That's how it all starts off..." Cosmo mumbled.

"I'm sorry what was that?" Kenzi looked at her.

"Nothing." Both of them said, chuckling.

"Y'all weird." She shook her head as she pulled a bottle of hot sauce out of her bag to put on her sandwich.

"Coming from the broad who carries hot sauce in her bag?"

"What? I like it on my club sandwiches." She said with her lips pouting out as she sprinkled some on her sandwich

"I can't even get mad at you. I like em on mines too." Skylar winked at her.

"Still think you may have a liking to Dean. And you two really need to talk. I don't even know what else could be going on with you two to have y'all at each others heads."

"I agree with Cosmo. There has to be something more to the story than him leaving you when you were pregnant." Skylar sipped her drink, wanting to pry the details out of her sister.

"Look, it doesn't even matter." She tried to dismiss the topic but they wouldn't let her.

"It would help if we knew what it was; Obviously, you two fighting isn't the best decision for anyone. It's going to make things worse." Skylar tried to plead with her, reasoning with her to get some common sense knocked into her.

"I think our lunch date is done." She tossed her napkin, grabbing her purse as she walked out.

"Kenzi.." Skylar called out to her but she sighed heavily as Kenzi already left.

"Man, she is so damn stubborn." She pinched the bridge of her nose. "I am really worried about her. It's like whenever we bring up Dean, I can see in her eyes how hurt she is."

"Whose side do we go on?" Cosmo asked, knowing it was a stupid question.

"Honestly, we go on no ones side. We just play it neutral. But they better get it together." Skylar hoped they would. As far as they were concerned, the drama that was going on between Kenzi and Dean was making everyone's lives uncomfortable.

...

"Babe, you know I hate wearing a suit." Dean rolled his eyes as him and Renee had entered her parents mansion.

"Can you just do this for me?" She pleaded, trying not to sound as if she was already irritated with him.

They have been bickering back and forth ever since she told Dean they would be having dinner at her parents house. They were the most wealthy family in the city of Tampa, Florida and Renee Young was their precious baby girl who was spoiled rotten. When she first introduced them to Dean Ambrose, they turned their nose at him, seeing as he was not the kind of wealthy class that they had expected for her to date.

However, for the sake of their daughter, they put up with it.

The butler had taken their coats as Dean was fidgeting with his tie, already wanting to take it off. He was hoping this dinner night wouldn't be too long as he had plans with the guys for poker night. He was also suppose to have Mackenzie over the weekend to spend with him so her being with her mom tonight was a breeze. He couldn't help but laugh at the stunt he pulled on Kenzi and the look on her face. It was worth getting his ass kicked by a broom.

Her parents came as they shook hands with Dean and hugged their daughter. He noticed for a second that he saw a glimpse of her parents getting their hands sanitized, as if Dean's own skin was consumed with bacteria.

"Ok now, let's serve this dinner." Her mother said as they quickly went into the dining hall.

The cook was serving them food as the soft classical music was playing. Dean wrinkled his nose at the champagne, wanting a beer right now. It's not that he didn't like champagne, its just that the whole environment they were in wasn't exactly his cup of tea.

If there was one thing that Dean expressed to her parents is that he was brutally honest; He loved wrestling where as they preferred golf or tennis. He liked beer while they would drink either wine or champagne. He liked barbecues and grilling out, watching the game where as her parents thought it was all stupid and unusual. They all graduated from high school but Dean had dropped out, never even attended college.

Her parents would subtly make him feel low as to where he never went to college while they threw in his face that they graduated from Princeton University with a PhD

Dean picked at his food as they discussed more of their daughter; How things were going, if they were ever going to move into a house, and of course, the biggest topic of the night that made Dean want to just get up and leave, telling her parents to kiss his ass.

"So, have you thought about my offer on the table, Mr. Ambrose?" her father asked.

"About what?" Dean said, pretending to be clueless.

"About working at my law firm. I believe its much better than whatever it is..you're doing..." He said with snobbish attitude.

"Look, with all due respect me and my brothers we want to have our own business and we've talked about this. I'm not lawyer material."

"Well not yet. But with a new look, new lifestyle-"

"My lifestyle is just fine, thank you." Dean said in a cut throat manner, drinking down the champagne. He didn't even want to eat the cooked quail in front of him

"Dean, don't be rude." Renee hissed at him quietly. "He's just suggesting maybe you could do something better. I mean, everyone is doing a fitness center. And with Roman and Seth...what if they get sick of working with you as a group?"

"Like I said Renee, I'm fine with the way things are going. Me, Reigns, and Rollins plan to do this." Dean said with confidence. Him and his brothers had a business plan all mapped out and they were brothers; They fought together, rode together, ate together and were friends since 5th grade. He could even remember sleeping over at Rollins and Reigns when he had no where else to stay, seeing as he never had a close relationship with his mother who was a drunk.

He hasn't heard from his mother ever since he was taken away and put into a foster home which then he had to stay with his cousins.

"It's ridiculous, that's what it is..." He heard Renee mumble as she chewed on her food. Dean decided to ignore it as they went on with the dinner. This was going to be a long night and Dean wished he had a cigarette right now.

Dean and Renee didn't talk about what happened earlier tonight as he played poker with the boys. They were down in the basement as Dean and Roman were shuffling the cards and smoking cigars. It was him, Roman, Seth, Corey Graves, Sami and The Usos.

Dean was already on a losing streak, not really focusing on the game but rather what Renee said.

"What's going on with you?" Roman asked, knowing his brother too well when he was in a foul mood.

"Nothing." He grunted, sipping his beer. Between Renee and the dinner to Kenzi pulling dumb ass stunts to make his life a living hell, he was needing a vacation. In fact, as soon as they left her parents, they immediately started arguing and then Renee went upstairs as she went to bed, throwing a pillow and blanket down at Dean, already signaling him to sleep on the couch.

"You and Renee having problems again?" Seth inquired.

"Or is it your stripper mistress?" Corey snickered.

"How about the both of you fuck off out of my life, stop talking about this shit as if we are on Lifetime and play some fucking cards already!" He barked, already not in the mood to be grilled by them.

"Look, man we are just trying to help take it easy. We know you and Kenzi have been at each others throats lately." Roman tried to talk to him.

"To hell with that bitch. I don't even know what the fuck I did to her. I fucked her, yes I did. I left her when she was pregnant, so the hell what? Lots of men do it." Dean ran a hand through his copper colored hair. "I don't know what else I had done. It was Vegas! A lot of shit happens in Vegas that you don't want to remember. Hell, I had too much to drink."

"And you wonder why you are getting exactly whats coming to you. Both of you are being childish as fuck." Roman huffed as he tossed in his cards, grabbing another beer.

"Whose side are you on Reigns?" Dean glared at him, to which Roman returned the glare right back at him.

"The side thats tired of all the nonsense."

Before Dean could fire up a rebuttal to that, there was a knock on the door. He looked at the time to see it was almost ten o clock.

"Now what?" He got up, heading up the steps as the knocking continued.

He opened the door to see Kenzi and Mackenzie. She was dressed with her sleeping bag, her backpack and her curly hair in a ponytail.

"Hi daddy!" She jumped on his pants leg.

"Hey uhh..what are y'all doing here?"

"It's time for you to spend time with your daughter." She crossed her arms.

"Busy right now."

"Don't care. Consider this as payment for you screwing with my car." She bared her teeth, wanting to bite his skin off.

"Oh god, will you just stop whining about it? I already had 6 voicemail's about it."

"Well until you help me to pay for it, I'm not going to stop whining about it. Now you have been talking about wanting to spend time with Mackenzie but as usual, your idiot self seems to so called forget. So now, you are going to make time? Got it? I'll be back tomorrow morning."

She kissed her daughter goodbye as she smiled at her before balling her fist up at Dean as she walked out.

Dean just felt like wanting to hit his head against the damn wall as his daughter looked at him. She was definitely the spitting image of him; Her blue green eyes, her small nose and her cheekbones. He looked at the four year old rather awkwardly.

"So...uhhh...do you want to...I don't know...watch a movie and-"

"Barbie Princess movie daddy! Barbie Princess Movie!" She grabbed his hand, pulling him into the living room as he dragged his feet.

This was not going to sit so well with Renee in the morning.