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"Keep going, Sister! Don't you dare put those hands down!" Coach yelled and Jane smiled as happiness and determination filled her from head to toe. Which was short lived as she woke up from her amazing dream to a new stranger leaning over her. Memories filled her head and adrenaline spiked through her 5"4 frame.

Without hesitation her fist shot out, her right hook hit his cheek with a thud. Jane shot up in a small, strange bed and looked around frantically for an escape route, there was a small window beside her that showed she was still in the desert, but she saw no immediate door. Which meant she would have to break the window before the man who was leering over her recovered.

"Son of a bitch!" the guy said from the floor as he held his face. She heard a man's laugh to her right and she jumped back, further into the bed and away from the two strangers. He was leaning against the wall and had on a black wife beater, rings, and baggy capri pants with black chucks on. Tattoos covered most of his body, but Jane's mind was going too fast to really comprehend what they were

He looked very familiar, as Jane squinted she realized he was the guy who had caught her last night when her legs could no longer hold her up.

Just remembering all her trials through the desert made her head swoon and she had to push herself into the corner farthest from him just to recuperate her mind.

So many obstacles; dingoes, scorpions, rattle snakes, the constant heat, sand storms, and the list just went on and on. Jane felt like a prune, her skin was dry and dehydration made her feel dizzy, sluggish, and nauseous. Jane knew the symptoms from not drinking enough water and sweating too much from training, when she realized it was happening while stranded in the desert she knew she was going to die. She knew it.

Jane smelled a very delicious cologne, which snapped her back to reality, and she peeked at the blonde who was still smirking at his buddy on the floor.

The man was very handsome and sexy to say the least. She saw a glint of metal and realized he had silver over a couple of his bottom teeth. She had never seen anyone with that, but in her curiosity she caught her self leaned forward on her arms and staring at him in wonder. She'd never met someone who laughed so easily and was ruggedly good looking as this guy.

He turned her attention to her, still smiling, and pushed off the wall with his foot. Jane immediately put her defenses back up and sat back in her safe corner of what seemed like a bunk bed. She was surprised she let her guard down so easily, usually she was suspicious of everyone except her family at the gym.

Blondie put his hands up, trying to convince her he meant no harm. Believing him, Jane sighed and crossed her legs.

He accepted her surrender and sat on the other end of the small cot that was built into the side of what Jane guessed was a RV. "How ya feelin?"

"Like shit," Jane answered, her raspy, dry voice emphasizing her condition. She met his eyes and could see the blue that was almost mesmerizing in the closeness of the bunk.

The dolce toned man to her left that was finally recovering from her punch leaned up and rested his elbow on her edge of the bed while still sitting on the floor and looked at her, "Damn, woman. You hit like a fuckin train." He was looking up at her at he gently rubbed his cheek.

The man had a beard that extended a couple of inches from his chin and a slight mustache that ended at the corner of his lips. His black hair was cut in a line up. He picked up and dusted off his black, flat billed hat that had a white triangle with the Greek symbols for alpha and omega.

"My bad," Jane said gruffly, but with a small smile from the compliment.

Jane took a moment to assessed herself, I have a cut on my face, but it doesn't hurt too bad. I'm covered in bruises, but none were from my kidnapping, just my training. My feet are still callused and hurt from walking in the hot sand. Besides all this, I just feel sore. "I feel a lot better now, thank you."

"That's good and all, it just sucks it came at the expense of my face." He said over dramatically rubbing his cheek.

She chuckled her first genuine chuckle in days which relieved her to feel she was actually moving back into a somewhat normal mindset, being in nothing but survival mode was exhausting.

Feeling someone staring, she turned to her right to see Blondie staring at her with a crooked smile on his face that made Jane's face heat up.

He had leaned back at the foot of the small bed and saw there was another bunk parallel to this one. Suddenly her curiosity struck her and she leaned over the guy who was still whining about his face to look down the isle, but there was a black curtain in place.

Am I on a tour bus? She's been on plenty before and this must be one.

The man who helped her ran his hand through his hair and let out a sigh of relief, "That's good. We were worried you wouldn't wake up."

She shivered at the thought. He noticed, taking a blanket from the bed on the top bunk and draped it around her shoulders.

"Thank you," Jane said.

Jane looked down and noticed she was covered in dirt, laying in someone's clean sheets.

She climbed out, popping her back and stretching out her stiff limbs. "Where am I?" she asked as the two men stood up, looking a bit out of sorts.

"You're on my tour bus." She looked at the blonde, his face becoming familiar.

"What are your names?" She said as she stepped up to him, squinting with her head tilted. She could have sworn his eyes glanced from her eyes to her lips when she was a few inches from his face and she blushed then backed away a bit. However, that didn't stop him from staring at her with interest.

Blondie's friend pointed at himself, "I'm Slim." Jane looked at Slim and then back the man covered in tattoos.

"Richard Colson Baker," He said and looked at his friend mischievously.

"Uh, huh." she said not sure whether or not to believe him and let the topic change. "Well, you look pretty familiar. I'll figure it out sooner or later." She shrugged. "So where are we actually?"

"Some Hotel and Gas station that was close by. After You hit our bus and passed out, the bus started making weird noises. We made it here this morning but it will be another day before it's fixed and another 2 days before we get to Austin," Slim answered.

"Austin?" Jane said questioningly, "Which state?"

Slim and Blondie shared a worried glance, "Austin, Texas. We had just passed the line from Arizona into Texas when we you busted up our bus." Slim said then they both looked pointedly at her.

Jane was oblivious to their looks. She was too shocked to notice their accusitive stares, Austin, Texas? What the hell? Why take her all the way to Texas just to kill her? She rested her elbow on her knee then her forehead on her palm.

This doesn't make any sense...none of it does...

"So what happened out there?"

Jane snapped out of her thoughts, "Huh?"

Richard motioned to her whole body as it was still dirty, but she noticed her exposed skin had been wiped clean. "What happened to you?"

Jane opened her mouth to speak, but hesitated. Can I trust them? Did she really have a choice? "I-I don't know..." she said trying and failing to look them in the eye. She felt their eyes boring holes into her as guilt set in, she was never good at lying.

She looked at Richard, green eyes begging him not to push.

"Listen-" Slim was cut off by Richard shaking his head at him. This girl didn't want to tell them and that was okay for now. But at least she didn't say nothing happened. Richard knew she would tell them eventually.

Jane looked at him thankfully then she mumbled something while fumbling with her hands.

"What?" Richard asked, slightly frustrated, he didn't like shy girls.

"Can I borrow some clothes?" She said noticing his tone getting a little clipped and returned his attitude. Which interested him, most girl were either all over him, complete bitches or too docile. Jane was feisty.

"Sure," he said smirking and looking at her with interest. He grabbed a pair of red gym shorts and a black wife beater from the drawer under the bed she was sleeping on.

I was sleeping in his bed? Jane stiffled a smiled.

Richard handed her the clothes and passed her opening the curtain to show a small hallway with a bathroom on the left and a pair of doors that she guessed were for storage on the right. the framing of the bus was dark wood and the carpet was red, but before she could see the rest of the bus Richard led her into the bathroom and showed her where all the rags and towels were then how to work the shower.

Jane thanked him and locked the door after he exited.

She sat on the lid of the toilet. There were clothes scattered around the floor and the sink needed to be wiped off. To say the least, you could definantly tell it was used by bachelors.

Her O.C.D. got the best of her so she put the clothes in a neat pile and wet some toilet paper and wiped off the sink so she could feel more comfortably and temporarily get her mind off the attempt on her life and the bazaar situation she was put in. However, this didn't stop her anxiety from creeping higher as her mind tried to wonder.

Once she cleaned up a bit she heated up the water for her shower and stripped off her short sleeve shirt and skinny jeans, both torn and worn. She groaned as she stepped into the hot water, the exhaustion and soreness washing away down the drain.

Jane smiled and let out a happy laugh, for the first time in days she truly got to relax a little.

She looked down at all the brown water that washed off her newly tan skin then ran her fingers through her hair in the water.

While she washed her hair and body with the deliciously masculant scented soaps, she thought about everything that had happened; someone hired a guy to kidnap and kill her, the guy took her from South Carolina to somewhere in Texas, the person who wants her dead must be close to her in SC, for the guy to kidnap her on a path she usually took he must have been watching her for a few days, maybe she could remember his face. Maybe whoever wanted her dead had something on him.

Maybe if she could find out who he is and what the guy had on him, she could find a way to persuade him from killing her by getting him out of the black mail. Perhaps she could even get him to tell her who wanted her dead...but that was only IF he was being blackmailed which was a slim chance.

If he was paid that meant she might have a bounty on her.

Just thinking of all this had her heart racing and her adrenaline pumping, her survival instincts kicking in making her want to run. Memories from the dessert surfaced as her pulse and breathing escalated. I'm only 20, how am I supposed to deal with all this?

Jane fell to her knees as she struggled for breath and a panic attack hit her.

Kells had just finished telling Dubo about Slim getting his face purpled by a girl and what all had happened in the back when he heard a thud come from the bathroom. A bad feeling sunk into his gut and he knocked on the door, "Jane, you good?"

He waited a few seconds and when she didn't answer his brows pulled together as that protective feeling filled him. He easily busted the door open and rushed in to pull the curtain open to find her on the floor of the shower hyperventilating.

"Shit, Jane!" He quickly grabbed a towel from the counter and turned the shower off.

He wrapped her in the towel and tried to lift her, but she panicked and jerked out of his arms. He got a little frustrated, but when he looked at her he saw her eyes were glazed. She must be shaken up over whatever happened to her.

Kells didn't want to scare her, but she had to snap out of it.

"Jane, look at me," he said, but when she didn't he stepped closer and bent down to eye level with her. He put his hands on either side of her head and forced her to look at him.

When she finally looked at him with lost eyes something in his chest twisted and he hated it. "Jane, come back. You're here. It's okay now." When her eyes started focusing on him he continued to encourage her, "That's it, everything's okay now, just come back to me."

When she looked at him, actually looked at him, he felt relieved and something he wasn't quiet sure about.

"...Kelly," Jane said, her voice was so small and vulnerable. She looked up at him with those beautiful green and blue eyes and he noticed a bit of gold in the middle. Kells held her as she shook into his chest, he noticed she was almost a foot shorter than him and how nice he found her height.

Kells stroked her hair as she looked up at him and forced a painful smile, "I remember you now..." Her voice was strained and he let out a releived chuckle.

When Dubo and Slim came in Kells shielded her from their view with his body and looked to Dubo, "Give us a minute?"

"Yea," Dubo said and Slim got to the door way before Dubo grabbed him by the collar, "Getchyo ass back on the couch."

"I wanna know what happened!" Slim said trying to get into the bathroom but was drug out by Dubo.

"Fuckin nosy ass." Dubo said as he shut the door.

Kells shook his head and turned his full attention to the girl shaking in his arms. He sat down with her on the shower floor, still covered with the towel, and let her sit between his legs as she tried to regain her composure.

He questioned himself on whether he was really wanting to do this, he could just leave her to her own devices and continue on to the festival. However, he would never forgive himself. He remembered back to when he struggled and needed help, he remembered Slim and Dubo helping him through shit he couldn't do by himself, things like taking a piss or even bathing.

If he didn't have them he'd still be scouring the streets like a rat just for a hit. He looked to Jane, the shaking, fragile looking M.M.A. fighter who looked scared and lost. She needs someone there and for reasons unknown to him, he wanted to be her lifeline. Kells knew when he made up his mind, it was set.

"W-what am I supposed to do?" She said, calming down a little. Jane gazed up, wide eyed with her hand running through her hair, "Why would someone want to kill me?"

Kells froze and she looked at him, hopeless.

Author's Note

Sorry the updates are taking too long, please leave comments on things you like and what I need to work on!