Dean's Point Of View

I made it to Jasmine's house, I knew it was hers, because of the cute little red sports car, in the drive way, with the personal licenses plate that read Jazzy1. I walked up to the door and knocked, a few seconds later, I saw Jasmine open the door, my eyes immediately drawn to her midsection, that had light bruising on it. I shook my head, and let my eyes wonder to her neck, she'd be strangled, and I could see the handprints, and I know just who's hands those were, then my mouth dropped when I saw the bruised bump on her head. I shook my head, clinching my fists as I walked past her and straight into her house, not even waiting on an invitation. "He hurt you again, because he saw my hand on yours, he hurt you because of me." I spat, shaking my head, my blood was boiling, I was beyond pissed. I wanted a piece of Lesnar, and I wanted a piece of him now.

"No,no, I um, I fell, down the stairs, outside, that's all." Jasmine shook her head, wrapping her arms around her midsection, I could tell she was pulling this out of no where. "You shouldn't be here, you need to leave." I saw her glance at the wall, I looked over and saw it was a clock.

"He's coming isn't he?" I shook my head, my fists still clinched tightly.

"Just go, please just leave." Jasmine cried, she was starting shake, she was getting nervous, and I knew why, because I was here, and Brock was going to show up. Well good, let him show up, let him mistreat me the way he does to her, see how far that gets him.

"Nope." I shook my head, and walked over to the couch, sitting down and propping my feet up on the coffee table, making myself nice and comfortable. "I'm making myself cozy, and I'm going to wait for the son of a bitch, and then I'm going to beat the hell out of him." I all but growled. "Then I'm getting you away from him, I'm not letting him hurt you any more."

Jasmine shook her head, and stood there for a few seconds, she bit her lip and shut the door. "You don't understand, just please leave." Jasmine sighed. "Please, don't make this any worse for me." Jasmine sighed, walking over to the chair grabbing a hoodie and slipping it on, so I couldn't see the marks on her midsection. Then undid her hair, and let it fall down around her shoulders, somewhat covering her bump.

"How can I leave?, knowing that he's been hurting you, look at yourself Jasmine." I shook my head, standing up off the couch, walking towards her.

"You don't know what you are talking about, Brock didn't do this, you keep talking about him, we aren't together." Jasmine groans, her eyes still darting back and forth between me and the clock, then the door.

"I don't believe that, I know something is going on between you two, don't lie to me, I know you are sleeping with Lesnar, I'm not judging you for it, if that's what you think." I sighed, shaking my head. "He's going to walk through that door, and you aren't going to be able to hide it any longer."

She sighed, and hung her head low. "You can't open your mouth about this, I can't have people knowing about Brock and I, it would ruin him, his career, if people knew he had a woman on the side." Jasmine looked back up at me, such anguish in her eyes.

I knew it, finally you admit it!

But you are really more worried about people knowing he's cheating on his wife, then the fact that he's beating you?

He must of really brainwashed her, he has her so twisted, so much under his thumb, she's more worried about how it's making it look on him, then herself.

She doesn't deserve this, at all!

"You are worried about his career being ruined, he beat you, and you are worried about people knowing he has a side piece?" I Shook my head, just absolutely baffled by this. "He deserves his for his career to be over, but I wouldn't tell about you guys, not because of him, but because of you, I'm not going to ruin your career, or have people look down on you, I care about you, and I don't want you hurt Jasmine, just leave him, it's that simple, leave, don't let him hurt you, you don't have to be a second option for him."

"It's not that easy." She almost cried out.

What do you mean woman?, Leave the son of a bitch!

"What's not that easy?, why would you want to be someone's second choice?, don't you want to be someone's one and only?, someone's first and only choice?, You are so beautiful, kind, and an all around amazing woman, you could have your pick of men, why settle for someone who treats you in such a way?" I questioned, she is the picture of perfection, why would she settle for being a mistress.

"Leaving him, it's not that easy." Jasmine shook her head, wiping a tear that had escaped her eye.

"How so?, tell him it's over, that's all you have to do." I sighed. "Tell him, you deserve better, you deserve to not be the mistress, you deserve to be with someone who wants to be with you, and no one else." I added.

"Do you think I haven't?, I tried damn it, I tried but he won't let me." She finally cracked, the second she let the words out, I could tell she regretted it, because her face fell, and she shook her head, mentally cursing herself.

"What do you mean?, just tell me, everything." I sighed, walking even closer to her, taking her hand in mine. "You can trust me Jasmine, tell me."

"I tried to leave him, I told him I wanted out okay, but he told me no, he wasn't going to lose me, if I tried to leave him, he'd make sure I lost my job, and he'd tell my parents, about us, my parents will freak out, they are devout Irish Catholic's, if they find out I've been sleeping with a married man, and it doesn't matter if he wasn't with Rene when we got together, in their eyes, he was still married, so I'm still committing a sin, not to mention my parents and Brock have been friends for 15 years, he's one of my fathers best friends, I can't have my parents hate me Dean, they will disown me, they didn't speak to my brother for over 4 months because he slept with a married woman, it was a one night stand, he didn't even know she was married at the time, but they didn't care, he should of known her better they said, my parents will never speak to me again." Jasmine shook her head, and wiped a few more tears.

"You deserve to be with someone who will treat you right, to hell with what he says." I shook my head.

"I have no choice, he said if I moved on, he'll ruin me, and whoever it is I decided to try to move on with." Jasmine shook her head. "I tried, to beg him, more then once, but he won't let me go, he said it's not fair for him to lose me, he wasn't like this before, he used to be so sweet, but after I told him, I wanted out, he became, paranoid, and it gets worse every day, I look at another man, he thinks I'm trying to leave him, he doesn't like Summer, so he told me not to be friends with her any more. After yesterday, he said I can't be friends with any of the girls, I can't do anything without his permission any more, I mean anything, he won't even let me use the rest room without asking, and you, I'm not supposed to even look at you, I'm not supposed to be anywhere near you." She admitted.

That sick son of a bitch, he is a real piece of work!

"This happened because of me, didn't it?, not just because you went with Summer." I shook my head.

She weakly nodded. "He loses it, when it comes to you, that's why you need to leave, please." She begged. "I can handle him, I'll just do as he says, and I'll be fine, but if he finds you here, I'm not sure if I'll be able to handle him, he strangled me until I passed out last night, for letting you hold my hand, okay, do you have any idea what he'll do if he finds you here, at my home, please just leave, make my life easier." Jasmine pleaded, placing her hands firmly on my chest, as she looked into my eyes. "Please Dean, please do this for me."

"Do what for you?" We both looked over, and heard the door slam, Brock standing looking very pissed. "Fancy seeing you here Ambrose."

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Jasmine's Point Of View

"B-brock." I looked to see Brock in the door, way. God he looked so pissed, I was going to be in for it, he's going to kill me.

"So, are you going to tell me what you're here for?, I didn't know you two were such good friends, I thought were better friends Jazzy, keeping secrets from me." Brock walked towards me, and I dropped my hands off Dean's chest.

"Shut it Lesnar, I know you are together, don't bother lying, don't worry I won't say a word, I'm not going to let the world know you are cheating on your wife." Dean spat. "For the life of me I can't understand, why she's with you, but she is, and I know that."

Brock laughed, and shrugged. "She's with me, because she loves me, right babe?, you love me." Brock smirked, crossing his arms over his chest, and gave me a look and motioned with his eyes to get away from Dean, and over to him.

I'm with you because you won't let me leave!

I knew better then to not listen, so I hung my head low and walked over in front of Brock, turning so I was facing Dean. "Yes, I love Brock, only Brock." I nodded, Brock slipped an arm around me from behind, and pulled me against his body, kissing my cheek.

"That's right babe, only me." Brock smirked. "Because why?"

"I'm yours and only yours." I tried to keep my voice from cracking, but it wasn't working.

"Bingo." Brock smirked. "Now, babe, how about you take your sexy ass in that room, climb up on that bed, and wait for me, I'll be in, after I finish seeing Ambrose out." Brock let go of me, turning me around, grabbing my face between his palms and crashing his lips on mine, roughly, and possessively, letting go and slapping me on the ass as I walked towards the bedroom.

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Dean's Point Of View

I watched as Jasmine, walked back to her room, shaking my head, I turned to Brock. "You are a real piece of work." I shook my head. "You have a beautiful woman like Jasmine, and you treat her like dirt, she deserves better then you, you don't deserve to have her."

"Well I do have her, she's mine, and she's staying that way, give up Ambrose, she's not going anywhere, now leave, so I can take care of business with my woman." Brock growls.

"You think you've won, you think I'm going to leave, and let you beat on Jasmine more?" I spat, and walked towards him.

"Oh, she told you I beat her?" Brock raised a brow.

"No, I can see the marks on her, I'm not fucking stupid, you like putting your hands on a woman, why don't you put your hands on me." I shoved Brock back. "Come on, pick on someone, who can actually defend themselves against you." I shoved him again.

"Go to hell Ambrose." Brock shoved me back.

"You first." I punched Brock, square in the jaw, Brock lunged at me, and I moved, then jumped on his back, wrapping my arm, around his neck from behind. Brock backed into the wall, slamming my back into it, this got me to loosen my grip. Brock used this as a chance to grab me by the hair, and sling me off his back and crashing over the couch, on the coffee table.

"What's going on." We both look to the hallway to see, Jasmine standing there, looking super worried.

"Get back to the room." Brock growled.

"But-." Jasmine started, only to be cut off by Brock.

"I said fucking Now." Brock spat. "l will handle this."

Jasmine, hung her head low, and turned around walking back to the room.

I picked myself up off the ground. "You need to treat her with respect." I lunged at him, getting him in the jaw again.

"Mind your own fucking business." Brock yelled, connecting with my jaw.

"I'm making it my business." I yelled back, my fist connecting with his jaw again.

Brock tackled me to the ground, both of us rolling and throwing punches, connecting and missing, all over the place, I manage to get away from him, and kick him in the face. Brock crawls back some, standing as do I. "That's my fucking woman, you hear me." Brock lunged for me, tackling me, all the way into the kitchen, causing me to hit my back on the counter.

"You have a fucking wife, let her fucking go, you son of a bitch." I punch him, sending him back a bit.

Brock stumbles back a bit more, hitting his shoulder on the coat rack. I launch myself at him, but he grabs the coat rack and cracks me, in the side with it. "NEVER, you son of a bitch, she belongs to me." He yells over me, after I hit the ground.

I low blow him, sending him to his knees. "She's a human being." I punch him. "Not a piece of fucking property." I get another blow in, and then another, until I feel myself being pulled off him.

"Leave him alone." Jasmine pushed me off of him.

"Move Jasmine, he needs to learn his lesson." I spat, starting for him, but she shoved me back.

"I said leave him alone, get out, leave my house, now." Jasmine said, almost in tears, she kneels down to him. "Baby, it's just me." Jasmine said softly, ducking when he almost elbowed her, thinking it was me.

"Get him out." Brock yelled, still holding himself, from when I gave him a low blow.

"Leave Ambrose, leave my house." Jasmine yelled, her eyes were pleading with me, she mouthed the word Please, to me. She was defending him, protecting him, after everything he's done to her. How could she do that?, what kind of power does he have over her.

"Leave him Jasmine, just do it, tell him to leave, you don't need him in your life, you deserve better." I sighed.

"Son of a bitch." Brock groaned. "She's not leaving me."

"No, I'm not baby." Jasmine said, running through her hair. "Go Dean, or I'll call the cops." Jasmine said, biting her lip, she was crying I could tell she didn't want me to leave, but she was to scared to leave Lesnar, I had to find a way to break this hold he has on her, to get through this fear she has of him, but it was certain to me, it wasn't going to happen today.

"If I find out you've hurt her." I shook my head. "This isn't over, I'm going to find a way to prove to you Jasmine, you don't need him." I said walking to the door, opening it and looking back. "You should really try not being such a prick, she just saved your ass from a beating, one you so rightfully deserve." I spat, before shutting the door, Lesnar deserves so much more then just a beating. He deserves about 20 of them, for what he's done to Jasmine, but at least he got a taste of his own medicine, even if it was just a small one.

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Jasmine's Point Of View

I ran my hand up and down Brock's back. I looked around, my place was trashed, my coffee table was broke. "Baby." I said softly, running my hand through his hair.

"You bitch." Brock shoved me down, trying to sit himself up.

"Baby, I-I didn't do anything." I whimpered, trying to move towards him, but he shoved me down again.

"This is all your fucking fault." Brock growled at me, leaning over me, his hand on my chest, pinning me to the ground. "Son of a bitch attacked me, because he thinks I've been hurting you, you told him I hurt you, what the fuck do you think you are doing." Brock slammed his hand down on my chest.

"Ahhh." I groan, so much pain, it knocked the breath out of me. "No, I didn't." I said, trying to catch my breath.

"Why do he think I fucking hurt you then?" Brock spat.

"He saw the marks Brock, you keep hurting me, you keep leaving marks on me, people are going to notice them." I shook my head, regretting it, when I felt the sting of his open hand, across my face. I brought my hand to my stinging cheek, it was on fire.

"Don't talk back to me." Brock growled.

"Sorry, I didn't mean for it to come out like that Brock, Please, let me help you, your forehead is bleeding baby." I said, reaching up trying to caress his face.

Brock moved and let me up, I stood up and walked over to the kitchen sink, getting under it and grabbing one of the first aide kits. Then walking back over to Brock, kneeling down. I took out a sanitized pad, with some prep on it, to clean his cut on his forehead. "Ah, fuck." Brock growled at me.

"I'm sorry baby, I'm just cleaning it, I don't want it to get infected." I said, then took out some ointment and put it on there, then covered it with a band aid. "Just leave it covered for tonight, so it has time to close." I bit my lip, and moved back. "I'm sorry baby, are you okay?" I questioned.

"Why the fuck was he here?" Brock growled.

"I don't know baby, I didn't let him in, he just came in, I didn't tell him you hurt me, I swear, I tried to tell him I fell, but he doesn't buy it." I shook my head. "I'm sorry about this, can we please not fight, didn't you hear me?, I told him I wasn't leaving you, I told him I love you."

Brock growled and shook his head, letting out a frustrated sigh.

"Please, Brock I can't do this, I can't keep being hurt, look at me, I'm covered in bruises, and marks. You said you love me Brock, I thought you did, I really did." I shook my head.

"I do fucking love you, if I didn't love you so damn much, I wouldn't care if you left me." Brock growled.

"Love isn't supposed to hurt, it isn't supposed to hurt baby, and love isn't suppose to be total and complete control." I shook my head, wiping my tears. "I love you Brock, I want us to go back to the way it was before I made the biggest mistake of my life, and tried to leave you, because that's when it all happened, that's when we changed, I miss the way we used to be Brock, I miss being happy." I cried.

"We will be happy babe, we will be, but I can't let you think you can leave me, or disrespect me." Brock shook his head.

"I'm not leaving you, I'll never leave you, I swear, with all my heart baby, I'm not going anywhere, didn't I prove that to you?, I told him I love you, I told him I'm not leaving you, doesn't that prove anything to you baby?" I sighed.

"I love you." Brock sighed, and kissed me. "Look, I understand, I've been a little controlling lately."

A little Really Brock?

Try totally and completely controlling that's more like it.

"But you know what, I'll give you a bit of lead way, I'll let you have some freedom, you can hang out with the girls, you can have lunch, or go to the mall, shopping or whatever, but no bars, no club, especially the clubs, after I saw you that night, dancing at the club, I saw all the men, there eyes all over you, drooling a puddle watching you move your sexy body, trying to dance with you, and feel you up, no I won't have that, so clubs and bars are off limits." Brock shook his head.

"So does this mean I can be friends with Summer?" I questioned, hopeful that this meant yes, I could be friends with her.

"Why do you like her so much?" Brock shook his head.

"She's a good friend, I love traveling with her, it's so lonely all by myself, there is no one to talk to." I sighed.

"You won't be traveling alone anymore, you'll be with me, on my bus, next week I get my new bus, it's huge babe, I am taking on some extra shows, for the next couple months, so I wanted to have a new bus, the old one is a bit run down, I'm not a big fan of driving from town to town, I like to relax, and let everyone else do the work, but when Rena comes on the bus, you'll have to sleep in a bunk, but other wise you'll be in my bed, where you belong." Brock explained.

"How are you going to explain to Rena about me being on the bus with you?" I questioned.

"I already have, I told her your father is worried because you are traveling alone, and you have over zealous fans, and he's worried about your safety, so you are going to ride on the bus, with me, Paul and another guy I'm taking under my wing, Baron Corbin, at least that's what I told her, Paul isn't riding with us, but Baron is, he's also going to keep an eye on you, so if I can't be around you, he's going to keep you safe." Brock smirked.

Wow you have everything covered don't you?

You leave nothing to chance do you?

"So I can't be friends with Summer?" I bit my lip.

"You can, but same rules apply, and I'm limiting your time with her." Brock shook his head.

"Won't Baron, say something about us, if I'm sleeping in your room? on the bus?, and what about everyone else?" I questioned.

"Baron won't say anything, he wants me to help him, and Paul, he wants to be a Paul Hayman guy, so he knows to keep his mouth close, and as far as everyone else, I'll explain to them the same thing I explained to Rena, by the way, she thought it was a good idea, she knows how dangerous it can be for women to travel by themselves." Brock smirked. "No one is going to question me, we are old friends, I'm looking out for you, besides people know better then to try me."

"Okay, so we will be spending a lot of time together." I nodded.

"Yep babe, isn't that good?, you wanted us to spend time together now we are going to have a lot of time together." Brock wrapped his arms around me. "And, this will keep Ambrose away from you, also, no more run ins at hotel restaurants and such." Brock smirked.

Of course, this isn't about spending time together!

This is about you keeping Ambrose, and any other man away from me!

"That will be good, maybe that will prove to you that I can be trusted, you won't be so angry all the time also." I nodded.

"Yes, I'll have a chance to have my hands on you all the damn time babe, I'll be able to take you in my room, any time I want, and fuck your brains out." Brock grabbed my ass, giving it a squeeze.

"Great." I said, hugging him, rolling my eyes, behind his back of course. "I guess I should, start cleaning this place up." I sighed, pulling back, looking around, my place was wrecked.

"I'll help you." Brock sighed, and stood up, taking my hand. "I'll get you a new table, and coat rack, don't worry babe." Brock kissed the top of my head.

I nodded and forced a smile, I could tell things were going to change from now on, I'll be around Brock all the time, I already have a feeling, he'll use any reason he can, to not let me out of his sight for too long. I know he says I can go out with the girls, but I know he'll have a say in when and where I can go with them, I'll just have to handle it, because right now I have no choice but too. Now that Dean knows, I can't help but wonder what he's going to do with the information he has.


Note From The Author: Chapter 7 is up!, Hope you all enjoy it, Dean knows yay, Brock defiantly has a plan for everything doesn't he?, Do you think Dean is going to give up on Jasmine?, And Do you think Jasmine traveling with Brock, is going to keep Dean away from her?, or do you think it will add more fuel to the fire? Thanks as always for all who continue to read, review, favorite, and follow this story!

sebastianm101- Well, thank you, I'm glad you like it, I hope you continue to read and review, I have some big plans for this story! :)

Guest- Thanks For reading, glad you are still enjoying. Hope it didn't disappoint too much, I know you were probably hoping for Dean to completely kick Brock's ass, as was I, but there is still plenty more to come from Dean. He might have a few things up his sleeve. Thanks again :)