Chapter 2 (Triple H has a discussion with Shane)
As Triple H started to help the driver unload bags from the limo, he spotted Shane helping Lilian on board the WWE corporate jet. The guy was definitely smooth, he thought to himself, always the perfect gentleman around the ladies. Guys like him had no shame when it came to women. For Shane it was always wham, bam thank you ma'am, and he had been able to get away with it pretty much his whole life. Why? Because he had lots of money, charm and a baby face many women just simply could not resist. Maybe that's why Lilian stayed with him despite the fact he used her as his own personal punching bag. Triple H shook his head at the idea. No way. Lilian was different than other divas. She was no Torrie Wilson or Shane's current fuck toy Candice. She was beautiful, independent and smart. Three qualities that made her attraction to Shane all the more baffling to Triple H. She simply did not need to be with an asshole like Shane McMahon. Unless of course she was actually still in love with the guy after everything he had been doing to her.
"Steph." Triple H said as he grabbed Stephanie by the arm before she headed off toward the plane. "After your meeting today we really need to talk." Triple H insisted.
Stephanie raised an eyebrow. Triple H had always been a pretty intense guy, but his current tone reflected an even deeper, more serious side than before.
"Okay Hunter, I'm all yours after the meeting." She responded with a smile as she placed her hand on his face and gave him a peck on the cheek.
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On board the plane Lilian sat next to the window so she could gaze out and avoid any unnecessary conversation between her and Shane. Last night after the show, Shane did not get back to their hotel room until one o'clock in the morning. He had said he was with Vince and Stephanie going through show tape, but the alcohol on his breath said otherwise. The last time Lilian had asked him if he was cheating on her it started as an argument and ended with her being face down on the floor. She received a nice little rug burn on the chin for that little effort. Since then, she had been smart to avoid the topic all together.
When Lilian spotted Shane walking toward her an almost unconscious sense of fear came over her. You would have thought she would be used to it by now, but she wasn't.
"So are you going to explain to me why fucking you last night was like fucking a dead corpse?" Shane asked cruelly as he took a seat next to Lilian.
Lilian turned toward Shane with a mix of fear and anger in her eyes. There was a lot of truth to the saying that there is a thin line between love and hate. Lilian hated Shane for being such a control freak, but at the same time she melted every time she saw his bed room eyes and warm smile. For all of his bad qualities, Shane did have good ones too. He was charming and funny, never shy and always the life of the party. Those were some of the qualities that drew Lilian to him in the first place. Unfortunately for Lilian it was Shane's controlling nature that always seemed to get the best of him. Mix that with the fact that he was rich, powerful and good-looking and you had a lethal mix.
"Shane, you got home after one, I was already in bed half asleep. I was tired." Lilian explained sternly.
Shane laughed slightly at Lilian's statement rolling his eyes as if she were out of her mind.
There was some truth to what she said though. She was tired. Both physically and emotionally, but she had not been asleep. How could she? She was alone in her hotel room wondering when the hell her husband would finally decide to join her. What hurt her most though was when Shane finally did get back to their room, all he wanted was a quick fuck, regardless of whether Lilian was ready for it or not. Sex between them always seemed to be a one-sided affair. Shane sought only to pleasure himself, and if Lilian wasn't in the mood, she would ultimately end up paying for it.
"I work way more than you do Lilian. All you do is sing. I'm running a multi-million dollar company and here you are giving me the, I'm tired, excuse?" Shane asked rhetorically as his anger started getting the best of him. Then, leaning in close to Lilian's ear he whispered, "Don't ever give me that fucking excuse again." He demanded.
Then without warning Shane kissed Lilian on the lips with complete aggression. It was more a warning than any show of affection. As Shane pulled away he gave her a final warning glare and then quickly allowed his face to soften. There was no need in his mind to make a scene, especially since he saw Triple H headed in his direction.
"Hey Shane-O, got a second?" Triple H asked.
Hunter's eyes caught Lilian's for just a brief second, but Lilian was quick in looking the other direction.
"Sure man, what's up?" Shane replied to his brother in law.
"I just want to talk to you, in private." Triple H responded.
Lilian's heart dropped to the floor as soon as she heard Triple H ask to talk to Shane. After what Triple H discovered last night, she now worried what this discussion might entail. She looked up at the wrestling legend, her soft eyes pleading with his more aged features.
"No problem." Shane said and then got up from his seat to follow Triple H to the back of the plane.
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Triple H watched Shane as the two took seats across from each other. Shane always gave the impression that he didn't have a care in the world. He was like his mom in that regard, always cool, calm and collected. Triple H was about to change that.
"So what's on your mind Hunter?" Shane asked.
"I ran into Lilian yesterday. She had a pretty nasty bruise on her arm. I figured since you're her husband you'd want to know." Triple H said. He was smart enough not to come right out and accuse Shane of any abuse. Instead, his purpose was to let Shane know that he was watching.
"A bruise?" Shane asked as if he was just as surprised as Hunter. "Did she say how she got it?" He finished.
"Nope."
A sense of relief washed over Shane. On the outside he kept his cool, on the inside a million thoughts ran through his head. The last thing he needed was for Triple H to start getting into his business. If you asked Shane out right if hitting a woman was okay, he'd tell you no. But if you asked him if Lilian deserved every mark he left on her, he'd tell you yes. In Shane's mind, the only time he ever got physical with Lilian was when she had pushed him too far. At some point she would get the hint to stop nagging him about whether he was cheating on her or not. Sooner or later she would learn that he was a busy man with a lot on his mind, so when he wanted to fuck her, she had no right to refuse him. These were only a few of the things that bothered him about Lilian. After they had agreed to say their "I do's", Lilian seemed to think she owned him, that she could somehow call the shots. But Shane was a McMahon, and when it came to that, he was the one that would be calling the shots, not her.
"I'm sure it's nothing. I'll talk to her about it though. I'd hate to find out someone is messing with her backstage. You know how some of the younger guys are, too cocky for their own good." Shane replied.
Triple H smirked at the response. He had to admit, Shane was good at covering his tracks. In the wrestling industry there were plenty of guys you could point the finger at if something went wrong and let's face it, the new crop of wrestlers like CM Punk, Cena, Carlito, Orton and RVD had been know to break the rules more than a few times. One huge difference would always remain between the guys who busted their butts in the ring night after night and businessmen like Shane; the grunts would always get caught. On the other hand Shane-O was too far up the food chain to let anything slip through the cracks or to the media.
"Yeah, I know." Triple H half-heartedly agreed. "Let me know if you find out what bastard it is that thinks its okay to treat a woman like that. I'd be more than happy to help you kick his ass." Triple H said with a smile and then patted Shane on the shoulder. It was Hunter's signature, you think you really pulled one over on me, but I know better kind of gesture.
As Triple H walked away, Shane laughed nervously at the comment. There wasn't a doubt in his mind that Triple H would indeed make good on his threat if he had too.
Chapter 3 (Another Late Night for Steph)
A/N: There's chapter two. I just want to stop and thank those of you who have provided such helpful reviews. I'm really starting to get into this story more than I thought. For anyone who is a Shane fan, forgive me for putting him is such a poor light. It's easy for me because I am not a big fan, and at the same time I have to admit he's an easy and fun bad guy to write. As for Triple H, the guy to me is so damn sexy, and I respect him for the way he treats his fans and for his work ethic. So of course he's going to be the hero! Comments please. Go ahead, let me have it!
