Chapter 4

They arrived at the arena and Seth immediately placed a black cloth breathable bag over Kavari's head while Roman did the same thing to Bianca. The girls couldn't be seen, not until the show started. Bryan and Glen had no idea what was coming their way and Seth was starting to get excited about it. Seth grabbed Kavari by her upper arm while Roman still had a hold of Bianca, but she wasn't coming willingly.

"NO!" Bianca started shouting, struggling as much as she could against Roman and refused to go through with this without a fight. "LET GO OF ME! BRYAN!"

That was the only scream she got out as Roman slapped a piece of duct tape over her mouth, covered her head with a black breathable bag and hoisted her over his shoulder, where she proceeded to pound his back relentlessly. Roman ignored the fly swats and stalked inside the arena, having an iron grip on Bianca, so she could struggle all she wanted. It wouldn't matter.

"Ambrose, she's yours tonight." He stated once they were inside the Shield locker room, planting the fighting woman on the couch none too gently.

Seth shoved Kavari harshly on the couch to sit beside Bianca, thankful she hadn't put up a fight like Bianca had. "Scream and it'll be the last thing you ever do." He promised darkly, looking at Dean and Roman. "Let's get this over with."

"Not a problem, I like to wear my prize to the ring. I'll assume you two can handle the compliable one." Dean nodded to Jacobs' daughter sitting on the couch with her right leg crossed over her left at the knee and her left wrist cradled against her chest. "You guys make sure you get a bandage for her wrist and let Danielson's sister wrap it for her."

His prize? Bianca was nobody's prize and felt her blood boiling, though she didn't take the duct tape off. She listened to what Kavari said and agreed with the woman, to an extent. As much as she wanted to see Myron again, Bianca didn't want to die and enjoyed living. She felt the black breathable bag yanked from her head and glared ice daggers at Jon Moxley, keeping her arms folded in front of her chest. Whatever he had planned, they had planned, it wasn't going to be pretty and it would involve using leverage against their family members.

Curiosity overtook Dean as he walked over and pulled the hood off of Jacobs' daughter. "Why are you cooperating with us?" He wanted to know.

Kavari shook her head. "What it's not obvious?" Her eyes looked at all 3 guys as they shook their heads. "I'm not stupid. I know you could hurt me with a snap of your fingers. You're bigger than me and probably faster. I might smart off, but I'm not stupid enough to try to run. If you're going to kill me, then so be it. I've lived enough in my life and survived more than you can imagine. It is what it is at this point." She sighed softly. "But I will be honest, I'm not scared of you. There are scarier things in life that terrify me than 3 guys who abducted me."

Seth raised a brow at how little Kavari valued life and felt something twist in his stomach, a feeling he couldn't explain. Half of him wanted to demand what she meant as far as seeing scarier things and the other half of him could've cared less. He was part of the Shield – the most dominant team in WWE to date. They had taken out many Superstars in their wake, including the infamous Undertaker Mark Calaway. Seth was proud of that one along with Dean and Roman, smirking at the memory.

"So, if we told you that we beat your precious Daddy down multiple times, you wouldn't try fighting us?" He couldn't help taunting her a little, lowering himself to squat as his hair hung in his face, making him look even more dangerous than normal. "Because we did. And we enjoyed every second of it."

Dean stood back with his arms folded over his chest and watched Seth provoking Kavari, something he did very well. The look on the raven haired girl's face was a passive one. It seemed as though nothing could get to her.

"If you haven't noticed my Dad's a big guy, he can take a beating and he has also dished out his fair share of them as well." Kavari shrugged nonchalantly. "I answered your questions, now answer one of mine. It's simple. There is no wrong answer to my question. What's your biggest fear? It can be anything or everything. Because whatever your biggest fear is I guarantee you it's not nearly as big as mine is."

Roman had left to the trainer's room and grabbed an ace bandage when he returned, it was just in enough time to ear Seth taunting Jacobs' daughter. He looked at Danielson's sister and tossed the bandage to her. "Wrap her wrist."

Kavari felt Bianca gingerly take her left hand and pull it in front of her, wincing as the pain encircled her wrist while Bianca began wrapping it. "So what are your answers?" It was challenge. "For me? It was hanging by a thread of death. When you've got nothing between you and death except a piece of silk thread, your life is really put into perspective."

Ripping the duct tape from her mouth, Bianca balled it up and tossed it in the nearby trashcan. "Enough talk about death." It wasn't a request. "There is no death happening and there's no reason to bring it up."

Bianca finished wrapping Kavari's wrist and pulled away from her, curling up against the side of the couch. She knew why she was here, it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure it out. Death was something she did not take lightly and the subject made her feel sick to her stomach. Either Jon Moxley didn't notice or he ignored it, but Bianca still had her wedding ring on from Myron.

"Let's cut the chase, what the hell are we doing here and what do you plan to do with us against my brother and her father? Because I'm telling you right now, I haven't spoken to Bryan in 5 years, so I don't know if he'll even care that you abducted me. And if he does, like I said, it's your funeral. But we at least deserve to know what the fuck is going on."

Bianca sounded in physical pain when she mentioned the word death and Roman had noticed the ring on her finger. He didn't say anything though, figuring her husband had been out last night working or banging a chick. Whatever. It didn't matter to him and he could tell Dean didn't give two shits either.

"You two are about to become a permanent part of our team." He figured there was no point in hiding it.

"That's right!" Seth crowed, jumping up to his feet and completely ignored all of Kavari's challenging questions because, honestly, the thought of death unnerved him. He had way too much life and too much energy to burn off still to even THINK about death, but could tell she'd been through something horrible. "Ladies, you will become permanent members of the Shield after tonight. Speaking of which, one of us needs to go down and get your outfits."

"On it." Roman left, needing some space from the women before he ended up strangling them.

"What makes you think we'll agree to do something like that? Valeting you to the ring or whatever?" The first opportunity that came to her, Bianca was jetting as far away from these psycho dicks as possible.

"You won't have a choice." Dean chuckled from his standing place in the room. "Because you will become part of it whether you like it or not. I don't give a shit if you want to or not. You are and will."

Dean didn't miss the sound of Bianca's voice at the mention of death and had noticed the simple diamond ring perched on her finger. He would just continue to look at the bigger picture. They were going to use these girls to the best of their abilities and for their own selfish gain, nothing more – nothing less.

"You don't have to enjoy it, but you are going to do it."

A few minutes later, Roman came back with two hangers, each having a complete outfit attached to it. "Now go change." He handed each of them a hanger and pointed to the locker room. "You've got 10 minutes, make it snappy ladies."

Kavari walked behind Bianca as they stepped into the locker room. Once again – no windows. She hung the hanger on the hook on the wall and watched Bianca close the door. No way they were abducting them AND watching them change. Screw that. Kavari stripped off her jeans and pulled on the black cargo skinny jeans with zippers all over. She pulled on the black leather 3 inch heeled knee high boots. The heel was made out of metal for an edgier look and also had zippers all over them. Peeling off her hooded sweatshirt, Kavari looked in the mirror and saw the dark circles under her eyes. She literally hadn't been to sleep in almost 24 hours. Love, Love, LOVE insomnia, she thought miserably, and turned back, spotting the black Shield t-shirt. Kavari inspected it and decided to leave her white tank top on, pulling the shirt off the hanger walking out back into the dressing room.

"Hey I know your pockets can't be empty on those tactical vests and one of you has to have a pocket knife." Kavari shook her head when they all looked at her blankly. "Clearly you're not going to hand it to me. Just cut right here on the collar of the shirt."

She watched as Seth pulled a pocket knife out and cut where she indicated, then proceeded to rip the whole collar off, tearing the shoulder slightly. Kavari pulled the shirt over her head as the right shoulder of the shirt hung off her right one, smoothing the form fitting t-shirt down her sides. Turning to look in a full length mirror, Kavari surveyed what she'd done to the t-shirt and knew it wouldn't get any better.

"Eh not bad."

She walked back over and sat on the couch with her right leg crossed over her left. Kavari sat on the couch and enjoyed watching Seth bounce up and down to get his adrenaline going. She really did enjoy seeing him in those cargo pants. His ass looked great and molded to the material beautifully.

Damn she was beautiful, Seth thought, his eyes trailing down her body. The off the shoulder look was sexy along with the jeans that hugged her in all the right places. She had a pert ass that looked squeezable, but he didn't like the dark circles under her eyes. There was a story behind those blue eyes, one that he would slowly break out of her. If he had to, he would break Kavari down until she completely submitted to him and the Shield. Justice did not come for free, that was their motto – Justice Isn't Free. They were the Hounds of Justice and it was injustice that Glen and Bryan held the tag team title belts – belts he felt belonged to him and Roman. Dean was going after the United States title, but since he had a history with Bryan Danielson, he decided to target the baby sister. It was Ambrose's idea initially for the kidnapping and both Seth and Roman just went along with it. Seth had to admit, the man was a genius.

"Almost time to leave." He informed her, jumping up and down trying to get pumped up.

Pulling her cargo pants on with the boots that matched Kavari's, Bianca stared down at the women's baby t-shirt in her hands with the Shield on it. The Shield? What kind of name for a group was that? She jumped when Moxley pounded his fist against the door and took a deep breath, gripping the shirt in her hands. Bianca had no choice. She had to put it on and felt sick to her stomach, eyeballing the toilet contemplatively. Peeling the white t-shirt off, Bianca folded it up neatly on the counter and then took a deep breath and held it while slipping the Shield baby t-shirt over her head. It sealed to her curves instantly, not showing any of her assets thankfully and she contemplated tucking it in, but decided against it. Bianca stared at her hair in the mirror, seeing how dull and plain it was along with her red-rimmed eyes from crying so hard. The black really stood out against her pale skin. Staring down at her ring, Bianca closed her eyes and refused to take it off. They would have to cut her finger off in order to remove it because it was the only piece of Myron that meant most to her. The door opened without warning a few seconds later, jolting Bianca out of her thoughts and she jumped when Moxley's raspy voice filtered through the air.

"Why me? Why are you using me? Why don't you use Bryan's girlfriend or something?" She knew her brother was engaged to one of the WWE Diva's because he'd called and left a message on her voicemail when they first started dating. Bianca was too sore over Myron's death and didn't want to soak in her brother's happiness since hers had been ripped away from her in the blink of an eye. "I won't help you hurt my brother, Moxley."

"IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT YOU DON'T WANT TO DO! AND IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT YOU REFUSE TO DO BECAUSE HAVING YOU OUT THERE AND ON OUR SIDE will have the perfect effect that we are looking for." Dean gripped her chin, making Bianca jerk away from him. "It – doesn't – matter. You belong to the Shield now. And you will belong to us until we say otherwise. So you two might as well fucking get used to it. We've got a long way to go and only a short time to get there."

Roman smirked and nodded, patting Dean on the back. "Yeah, let's get the fuck out there. Move your asses, ladies."

"Why is it my ass is getting invited places and the rest of me isn't?" Kavari smarted off and walked past Seth, following behind Dean next to Bianca. Seth and Roman were behind her.

"I'll never be on your side."

Bianca was shoved out the door by Moxley none too gently, all of them heading up the stairs to where the Shield would make their entrance. Currently, unbeknownst to the women, Glen and Bryan were already in the ring wrestling the Prime Time Players. Bianca cringed when Dean's arm snaked around her waist once they were on top, his fingers digging into her side warningly.

"Let go of me." She whispered, wincing when his fingers dug deeper into her skin, almost to the point of forcing tears to sting her eyes.

"Once again you don't have to be on our side. You're already there. You're wearing our shirts and walking down to the ring with us, standing in our corner. So help me god, if you move an inch towards your idiot brother, I'll hurt him. I'll hurt him more than what we are already planning on. Don't test me, Bianca. I might not hurt you, but I can promise you I'll hurt him." Dean warned in a deadly tone, his eyes burning with promise.

Seth did the same thing with Kavari, though he didn't dig his fingers in her side the way Ambrose was. There was no reason to. It seemed as though Kavari was going to play ball and she was being smart unlike Danielson's sister.

"I'm an ass guy." He murmured in her ear, remaining quiet so Roman and Dean didn't overhear him and smirked as his nose ran over the shell of it. "It's one of your best assets actually. You do have a stellar ass." Seth wanted to run his hand down and give it a squeeze, but didn't want an elbow to the nose so he refrained.

Did he really just say that? Kavari shivered slightly at Seth's truthful words. Was Seth actually showing a somewhat nice side? No – no definitely not. She refused to get used to it, because she knew once they got back to the dressing room, he'd probably be a dick again and start pushing and dragging her around again.

"I don't run 6 times a week just for the hell of it."

When the Shield's music hit, Bianca knew it was show time and was forced to walk since Dean had his arm firmly around her waist.

The wait was over.