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Chapter Four

"I don't have time for this, Hunter. Either you let my client go or we're going to sue this department for false imprisonment." Roman Reigns was not an attorney to be messed with. At one point he was actually a District Attorney but found he didn't like the politic of it all so instead he chose to work privately and once people heard about his winning rate, they came to him in flocks.

"Don't threaten me, Reigns. Your client got into a bar fight and smashed a guy over the head so hard it cracked his skull open. In the very least its aggravated assault." The Chief of Police, Hunter Hurst Helmsley sighed, making Roman smirk. He was already conceding, good.

"That man came at Mr. Neville and he was only defending himself. I mean you saw him, right? How else was he supposed to defend himself if not with a bottle? Especially against someone they call 'Big Show'?"

"Fine, we'll let him off with a warning. Go get the fucking paperwork and get out of my station." Roman smiled and went towards the front desk. It was there he saw something interesting.

"Can I just file this complaint already or are you just going to keep pulling my leg?" There was an auburn blond man, practically yelling at the desk sergeant behind the window. He was clearly pissed about something.

"I'm sorry, sir, but there's just no merit behind your accusation. Detectives Cena and Corbin's rounds don't even go to that part of Bourbon."

"Are you fucking kidding me?! You know what? It's not even worth the headache." The man that was trying to file the complaint walked right past him as he left. He was maybe an inch or two taller than him but leaner by far. Roman didn't know why but he kept watching as the man left in anger.

"Roman? What are you doing here?" The Samoan turned to face one of his friends, one of the few friends he had, and he looked like he was ready to leave.

"Hey Randy, I'm just here defending some low life kid of one of my clients."

"The one that bashed Show's head in? You're defending him?" Roman shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't really have a choice. His father is a client I can't afford to lose. I have a case with him every month, I swear." Both men laughed as Roman finally got to the desk. He peeked at the paperwork from the man that left, mainly because he was curious as to what he was accusing the two detectives of. Harassment?

"Officer, what was he claiming Cena and Corbin harassed him about?" The desk dutied officer sighed and shook his head.

"Some bullshit about how they tried to get his car towed. Was parked in a spot designated for the owner of some fag bar, claims the owner is out of town and he's the manager." The Samoan raised an eyebrow. It seemed pretty extreme to tow someone's car because they were parked in the wrong spot. Could have just given him a hefty fine. So why threaten to tow him? Maybe they were homophobic assholes? A strong possibility since every time they walked by him they tended to look at him with disgust.

"Dean Ambrose? Was the man's name Dean Ambrose?" Randy asked making Roman wonder how he knew the man.

"Uh…yeah." The officer confirmed after checking the paper.

"He is the manager of Café Lafitte in Exile, fuck those guys man."

"This Dean a friend of yours?" Ro asked.

"Seth's best friend. He's a good guy. Anyway, I gotta go, my boyfriend is down in the dumps, gotta cheer him up. Nice to see you Roman. Next time don't make it so long." Roman nodded but his thoughts weren't really there, which didn't make sense. Why was he fixated on this Dean Ambrose? Whatever the reason he knew he had to have him. To make him submit.

Dean finally pulled into his driveway three hours after he left work. That fucking desk jockey took his sweet ass time getting around to him. Of course, he knew it was going to be a waste of time. He still lived in the same house he and Seth had shared. He had also found out that Seth wasn't actually paying rent, but his parents had bought him the house, meaning that now Dean didn't pay anything. At least that's what his friend tried to tell him. He felt bad though and insisted on paying something each month. They never had a set amount, Seth just told him to pay whatever he could each month. He was so lucky to have a friend like Seth. When he got into the house he noticed something off. His English Bulldog, Blue, wasn't there to greet him immediately. Slowly he reached for the bat he always kept by the door only to find that it was gone, fuck.

"So, you tried to file a harassment claim on us?" Dean rolled his eyes, of course these assholes would know about that, it's not like he tried to keep it a secret.

"Adding breaking and entering to your list of complaints filed against you?" When he turned on the light he saw the reason Blue didn't come to him, he was curled up next to Corbin who was petting him gently. Such a different demeanor than the last time Dean had seen him.

"You really want to be a smart ass right now, Dean?" Cena stood up, his shorter frame inching closer to the auburn blond as he touched things along the way. One was a picture of he and Seth on Dean's birthday last year. It was his favorite picture of the two. Seth had just jumped on his back and someone just happened to take a picture. It was the perfect moment of extreme happiness and their faces showed it.

"Well this is disgusting." John tossed it to the ground and as much as Dean wanted to pick it up, putting it back where it belonged, he didn't move one bit.

"Why don't you just leave? Or if you'd like, I could call the police. Yeah, I know you could just have that call rerouted or ignored but then I would call my personal friend Detective Randy Orton, then you can't really just ignore the whole situation at that point because more than just us three will know." Baron was standing now, and Cena looked like this time he wasn't going to let his partner have all the fun in striking him.

"Keep playing with us boy and you won't like the outcome."

"That a threat officer?" Cena only smiled before jerking his head at Corbin and the two left. He had a feeling his life was about to get a whole hell of a lot more complicated.

Always drama with Dean. Thanks for reading, I sincerely hoped you enjoyed it. It might not be the longest but there will definitely be more to come.