Crowned

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Chapter7

A couple weeks had past and they were entering the month of March. Randy and Ashley had started to date regularly, and on more than one occasion, she would spend the week in the city at the townhouse. Paige couldn't help but feel jealous when she saw Randy and Ashley together. She and Mel were sitting in the living room talking.

"Randy and Ashley are so cute together." Mel said.

"Yea, really cute," Paige said, rolling her eyes behind her reading glasses.

"Are you alright?" Mel asked.

"I'm great; I'm dating a tall blue-eyed stud muffin, and I'm Miss New York. Why wouldn't I be alright?" She asked.

"I don't know, you just seemed a little irritated when I mentioned Randy and Ashley." She said.

"Maybe I'm just a tad tired of hearing about Randy and Ashley. All Randy ever talks about now is how smart, funny, and beautiful Ashley is. That's when we talk, some weeks he doesn't even come home, he goes home with her." Paige spat.

"Are you jealous of Ashley?" She asked.

"No, what would I be jealous of her about?" Paige asked.

"The fact that she's got the one you're falling for." Mel said seriously.

"I'm not falling for Randy, and I'm certainly not jealous of Ashley." Paige lied. She had John; John was sweet, gentle, caring, and funny. So why did she see Randy's face every time he kissed her?

X-X-X

"That son-of-a-bitch is raising too much hell down at the county hall." Mr. Santino told his sons and two of Paige's cousins.

"What do you want us to do?" Peter asked.

"I want you to take him out as soon as possible." Paige had heard their whole entire conversation, but chose now to come down the stairs fully.

"Paige, honey, we were just talking about some family stuff." He father said, his face changing to a smile when she came down.

"Cut the bullshit dad, I know the truth." She said.

"I don't care how old you are, you are never to use that language around me!" He yelled. He stood up and walked over to her. Paige refused to cower under her father.

"What are you going to do, have me taken care of?" She said with a sarcastic but sharp tone. He raised his hand to hit her, but Carmine stopped him.

"She didn't mean it dad, she's just a little shocked." Carmine said. Paige had tears falling from her eyes.

"How could you lie to me, all this time?" She yelled.

"Come on Paige, we did it because we love you." Carmine said trying to come over to her.

"No, people don't do this to their loved ones. I'm supposed to be able to trust you." She screamed. Carmine tried to put a hand on her shoulder, but she pushed it away. She bolted back up the stairs and out to her car. She drove home in rage; she rushed through the door and slammed it.

"Paige, are you alright?" Randy asked with a concerned look, he had completely forgotten Ashley who was sitting on the couch with him.

"I'm fine," She said.

"You don't look fine, are you feeling okay?" He asked.

"Randy, she said she's fine, maybe you should just leave her alone." Ashley said with a hint of jealousy in her voice. Paige was taken aback by Ashley's tone. Randy went back to the couch and Paige just stood there.

"Penny, sweetheart," Ashley started.

"It's Paige," She said.

"Right, well Randy and I were in the middle of something so…" Ashley started.

"I get it." Paige said with anger seething from her and went up the stairs.

"Now, where were we," Ashley purred as she climbed onto Randy, only to be pushed off.

"That was really rude Ash." Randy told her.

"I just want to spend some time alone with my man." She said putting her arm around him, he gently pushed it away.

"It's getting late, I think you should go back to the hotel." He said.

"It's only seven." She said.

"Goodnight Ashley," Randy was basically throwing her out, and all over that little bitch up stairs. Ashley walked to her car enraged. Randy always talked about Paige, he went running when Paige needed him, and for what reason? She has John for that shit, Ashley had stood for this long enough. She knew Randy was in love with Paige, and it killed her inside, when they were on the road he was always on the phone with Paige, something had to be done about it or she would lose Randy.

Meanwhile, Randy went upstairs into Paige's room to see what was wrong. He sat on her bed and touched her back.

"Paige, are you okay?" He asked.

"Why aren't you with Ashley?" She asked.

"Ashley had to leave." He said.

"Stupid bitch," Paige hissed.

"I heard that." He said.

"Well she is." Paige exclaimed.

"What is up with you two, ever since the last time she stayed here, there seems to be ongoing tension between you two." He said confusedly.

"You don't want to know." She said.

"Actually I do, I would like my girlfriend and my best friend to get along. So tell me what's going on." Randy demanded.

"Okay, she thinks we're having sex." Paige stated bluntly.

"Are you serious?" He asked stunned.

"Yes, last week, when she was helping me do laundry, she found a blue thong sticking half-way out of a pair of your jeans. She asked me if they were mine and I told her they were and the two probably got mixed together in the wash." She told him.

"What did she say?" He asked crossing his arms.

"She didn't believe me and told me to keep my hands off of her boyfriend, and that was it, I was PMS-ing that week and I didn't feel like getting into it with her, so I let it go." She told him.

"I'm sorry about that." He told her.

"I don't really care, I mean, you know we're not sleeping together, I know we're not sleeping together, that's all that really matters. Plus, I've got bigger fish to fry at the moment." She mumbled.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"Technically, I shouldn't be telling you this. You have to promise me that you won't breathe a word about it to anyone." She told him very sternly.

"I promise, whatever it is can't be that bad." He said.

"My brothers and father, and all the other men in my family are the mafia." She said and Randy started laughing.

"What's so funny?" She asked. Randy looked at the expression on her face and got serious.

"You're not kidding?" He asked.

"No, I found today, I wasn't supposed to, and they weren't planning on telling me. I came down the stairs as my father was telling my brothers to kill someone." She said.

"I'm sure everything will be fine, every family has a business, I mean my family has a string of wrestlers and yours, well, yours has a string of organized criminals." He said.

"Thanks, Randy, that make me feel a whole lot better." She said sarcastically.

"The point I'm trying to make is that they're your family and you have to love them." He said.

"I guess you're right." She said with a big huff.

X-X-X

John opened his eyes to see the sun shining through his window, he looked over at the naked blonde next to him.

"Good morning," She said.

"Good Morning," He said.

"That was…wow." She said as she started to get up and put her clothes back on.

"Yea, it was, I'm sorry I forgot your name." He said.

"Candy, don't worry about it Joe." She said.

"It's John," He said. She looked at the picture of Paige on the dresser.

"Is this your girlfriend?" She asked.

"Yea," He said.

"She's a pretty girl." She told him.

"Yea,"

"Well, I'll see you around." She said and walked out the door.

X-X-X

Randy was walking home from the 7/11 around the corner when a black limousine pulled up on the side of him, the window rolled down to reveal Paige's father.

"Randy, how are you?" He asked.

"I'm good Mr. Santino, are you looking for Paige? I could run in and get her." Randy offered.

"No, you're just the man I wanted to see, hop in, let's go for a little ride." He offered. Randy got in the car and noticed all of Paige's brothers in the car.

"Hey, guys, nice to see you again." He said and none of them responded. The car started to move. Randy glanced out the window, wondering if they were about to murder him.

"So, Randy, I'm sure you know about our family business by now." Mr. Santino said.

"How did you…" Randy started.

"I know my daughter too well." He said with a slight laugh.

"I won't breathe a word to anyone." He said.

"That's good, but now that Paige knows, some people don't like the fact that Paige knows about it, I need her protected at all times." He said. Anthony pulled a gun out. Randy thought they were going to kill him, but he held it out to Randy.

"Take it, I trust you know how to use it if you have to." Carmine said.

"Yea," Randy responded.

"Good, I'm glad we're on the same page." Mr. Santino said, the car pulled in front of the townhouse and Randy got out.

"Randy…" Mr. Santino started.

"Yes sir?" Randy asked.

"If anything happens to her, it's your head." He told him and pulled off. Randy tucked the gun in his pants and went inside. Paige was in the den watching last year's Miss USA Pageant; she was watching the question round. Randy put the stuff on the counter and sat next to her. She had a notebook in her hand and was taking notes.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"Taking note on how to answer the questions calm and collectively." She said.

"What happened to no wrong answer?" He asked.

"There is a wrong answer, watch Miss Florida choke on this question." She said.

"Is the country too concerned about being politically correct? Who knows that?" Randy asked surprised.

"That is the kind of question you don't want, this Pageant is in a few months, and this year the stage is a regular sized stage over a very large ice rink, and all of the audience will sit on the side opposite the stage they're doing the sides in clear plastic, so for the talent round I'm going to skate." She said.

"You'll win for sure." He said.

"Thanks, speaking of winning, when do you leave again?" She asked.

"My flight is tomorrow at eight in the morning." He said.

"Okay cool, I'm working at Santino's now, I get better tips there than at the diner." She told him.

"Cool," He said. The two watched the pageant as Paige pointed out things that no normal person would notice about the contestants and Randy found himself falling harder every second for her.

X-X-X

Randy was going to John's locker room to tell him his match was up in five minutes. He opened the door to find a young blonde sitting on top of him kissing him, John had no shirt on and the girl's skirt was hiked up. John saw Randy, and pushed the girl off of his lap.

"Randy, wait, you can't tell Paige." John pleaded.

"Why shouldn't I? Paige deserves better than this." Randy spat.

"I know," John said.

"She always talks about how great you are, how she hasn't been this happy since before Ricky died, I can't let you break her heart again." Randy said.

"Please, don't tell her Randy, I'll clean it up, I promise." John pleaded.

"Fine," Randy said and left in a hurry.