A/N: I cannot say thank you enough for how many people are liking this story. To everyone that has read, reviewed, PMed, favorited, and put this story on their alerts… THANK YOU! I never thought that anyone would take an interest in this story, and especially after what happened recently in terms of our favorite boys. I know that the relationship presented in this story is taboo to the fullest extent, but we all have our fantasies and kinks, right? This is the next chapter. I love Joe/Colby/Savannah cuteness, and so there's a lot of it in this chapter. Like…TONS. But.. There's also other things. Like Daddy/Daughter time between Savannah and a certain Dead Man Walking! I hope you all enjoy it! It picks up right where I left off last chapter. - Savannah

"Did he grab you?" Colby's voice cut through Savannah's thoughts before she felt a comforting hand on her lower back, his long fingers stroking through the fabric of her clothes.

"Huh?" she asked, peering up at him as she came out of her fog. "Oh," she said. "No, he didn't," she told him, smiling softly as she looked up at him. "Don't worry, my ninja. It's all good," she murmured.

"You just seemed so far away from us just now," Joe said, running his fingers along her arms as he stood with her from behind.

"I'm sorry," she apologized, biting on her bottom lip.

"Don't apologize," Colby said, gripping her chin lightly with his thumb and forefinger, before guiding her face up to look at him. "Just tell us what's going on," he told her, his brown eyes searching her green ones. "This is the second time in twenty-four hours that you've checked out on us, mama," he murmured. "That can't be a coincidence."

She smiled, looking at them before leaning up to brush her lips softly against Colby's, smiling against his mouth when she felt the familiar scratch of his beard against her soft skin. He groaned against her mouth, his grip on her hips tightening as he pushed her body gently back against the railings of the Sky View behind them.

"Kissing 101 brought to you by Professor Lopez and his willing volunteer, Ms. Savannah Calaway," Joe said, causing them to look up from their kiss to see the other man holding his phone out. He was clearly recording this. "Uploaded to Colby's Instagram," he said, before putting the hashtags #perfectkiss, #perfection #girlfriend, #beautiful, #ours and tagging Savannah in it.

"Are you serious?" Savannah asked, her face turning red, before her phone beeped, signaling that she'd been tagged in a new photo on Instagram. She smiled, looking at the tags before a blush crept up on her face. "Let all your fangirls descend upon me now," she teased, wiggling her brows.

"Okay, you guys owe me a picture now," she told them, wiggling her brows. She turned towards them, and smiled as they indulgently stepped around her. Biting on her lip, she realized that she was not going to be able to take this picture properly by herself. "Damn," she muttered, before spotting one of the attendants that worked for the hotel standing not too far away. "Excuse me," she said, looking at the girl. "Would you mind taking a picture for me?" she asked, as the woman smiled, recognition lighting her eyes.

"You're Savannah Calaway," she said with a smile.

"Guilty as charged," Savannah said with a grin.

"I recognized you from the minute you walked in. I've been a huge fan of your father's since he started messing with the graves and crypts," she said, the glee in her voice evident as she took Savannah's phone, figuring out how to take the picture.

"You're here with them," she said, her eyes lighting up again as she glanced behind Savannah towards Colby and Joe.

"Yes," Savannah told her, her face blushing even further.

"Lucky girl. You can do much worse, trust me," she said before she looked at the men. Savannah just laughed before joining her men back against the railing. Joe's arms wrapped around her from behind, his jaw resting against her temple as Colby slid into her side, his arm wrapping around her stomach.

"Ready? 1…2…3," the woman said, before snapping the picture. With another one taken, the woman handed the phone back to Savannah.

"Thank you," the brunette said with a smile before the other woman turned to Joe and Colby, telling them it was nice to meet them. "That was kinda awesome," Savannah gushed as the woman walked away. "First time someone's ever recognized me in public," she said.

"Well, they should recognize you," Joe teased. "There's only so many beautiful women that walk the Earth," he said smoothly causing Savannah to blush as she worked on her phone to post the new picture on Instagram.

"People don't recognize me," she said with a smile. "I'm just the backstage interviewer," she informed them with a nod of her head.

"You're still considered a diva," Colby informed her, squeezing her arm softly, laughing as she rolled her eyes at them.

"So, about earlier," Joe asked, slipping his arm around her waist again as she turned to look out at the view of the night from the top of the building.

"So the kiss did not distract you. Got it," Savannah teased as she laughed nervously. "I'll just have to up my game next time," she told them.

"What kiss? I don't remember getting any kisses," Joe smirked, running his fingers up and down her sides lightly, causing Savannah's insides to turn to certified goo. On impulse, he watched as she turned her head towards his, peering up at him. Hooking a hand around his jaw, she brought his mouth down to hers, kissing him sweetly, her lips playing over his in the most sensual of ways. The kiss was slow, sweet, just as sweet as the one she and Colby had shared.

"There you go," she mumbled against his mouth, sighing happily when he tugged on her lower lip with his teeth. Smiling softly, she pulled away from his sinful mouth to look at them both. "I just thought I'd seen someone I knew," she told them, knowing that again, it was NOT a lie. It was, for all intents and purposes, the truth. "Nothing to get worried about," she whispered, cupping his cheek, running her thumb across the edge of his goatee.

"We'll take your word for it, mama," Colby murmured, looking at her. "But you let us know the minute that we should start worrying about things," he told her, twirling a lock of her highlighted hair in between his fingers slowly as he searched her eyes for something, anything, that would tell them more about what she was hiding from them. He wasn't sure if he should be disappointed when she merely nodded, doing nothing else in regards to that comment.

-In Nattie & TJ's Room-

TJ glanced towards the bathroom, where the shower had just turned on, Nattie and him having just gotten in from their late night workout at the gym. His phone was fished out of his pocket, and he waited for the person to pick up on the other end of the number he'd just dialed.

"You got in well enough?" he asked when the person finally answered. "Good," he said quietly after a minute. "No, I don't have long. She is still in the shower," he told his conversation partner.

TJ held his breath as the voice on the other end paused for a moment. "I found her easy enough," he said. "However, getting to her isn't going to be easy," he mused, as TJ closed his eyes, knowing that it would have to come to this. There was no other way to do what he needed to do. What they had agreed for him to do. This was a long time in the making, and he was going to be damned if something like this was going to set them back. He was so close to getting what he wanted. As long as he got what he wanted, and his little friend was kept complacent in the process, that would be all that he cared about. This part of it was Natalya's fault anyways. He had told her again and again that Savannah getting back together with those good-for-nothing idiots was not in anyone's best interest, least of all his. She should have listened, should never have intervened.

"I know," he told the mystery speaker. "We hadn't counted on Lopez and Anoa'I being back in the picture," he mused. "But they should be easy to deal with. I have a plan, so, just sit it out for a few days and let me work on this," he said, looking around the hotel room. This was getting to be more complicated by the minute, but he was completely sure that none of this would be traced back to him. He'd been careful to make sure that whatever involvement that he'd had in this scheme remain under wraps. It wouldn't help what he was trying to do if he lost his job. "Let me make a call or two and I'll hit you up later," he said quietly. "I'm pretty sure I can get us the opening we need," he told the other man.

"Good," was his only reply before the line hung up, which couldn't have been better timing because the shower shut off and the door opened a minute later, Nattie standing there in a lacy lingerie number with a seductive smile on her face.

-Savannah's Room-

"Yes, my love?" Savannah giggled as she answered the Facetime call that was coming through on her phone from Colby's number. They'd walked her back to her room about thirty minutes earlier, having spent a good hour and a half up at the Sky View, when they'd gotten done with their picture-taking venture. Colby's gorgeous face appeared on the screen, causing Savannah's heart to speed up. God damn, but the man was sex personified. Both him and Joe. There was no disputing that. Currently, he was shirtless, with a pair of low riding sweatpants on his body. Savannah was practically salivating as she counted the noticeable ripples of his stomach.

"Just calling to say goodnight," he told her with a smile. This. This was what she loved. This was what she'd gotten so attached to when it came to her relationship with Colby and Joe. The care that they put in to being with her. The fact that they always made her feel wanted, loved, needed. They gave her more attention than she knew what to do with at times, and that was something that a lot of people couldn't say, when it came to this profession. A lot of times, the work and schedules and shows came before anything else, even families. But not for them, and she knew a lot of it had to do with them being on the road together more often than not. Of course, there was going to be times when they wouldn't be on the same schedule, but if the past few days was any indicator, it wouldn't be a problem.

"I see," she drawled. "You look comfortable," she told him, as Joe slid into bed next to the man with the two-toned hair. "Had a good shower, big man?" she grinned, watching as Joe narrowed his eyes at her playfully.

"You should be here," he told her quietly, gesturing to the space between them.

"I know," she said softly, biting on her bottom lip. "Soon," she said, looking at them longingly. "I promise," she murmured. Walking around with her phone in her hand, she flicked off the main lights in her suite before she pulled back the covers on her bed and crawled in. She placed the phone on her lap talking to them about random things as she swept her long hair up into a messy bun. When she settled back against the pillows, a yawn snuck out of her mouth, and she covered herself quickly.

"Tired, Kitten?" Joe asked, and she nodded, her eyes starting to show her sleepiness.

"After I get off the phone with you guys, I have to call daddy," she said softly. "I told him I'd call him and let him know how Vegas is," she smiled. "I just hadn't gotten a chance to yet, since two people have been keeping me busy," she teased, causing both men to laugh.

"Okay baby," Colby murmured, holding his phone up so that they could see properly. "We'll let you get some sleep," he said. "Don't stay up too late."

"Yeah, beautiful," Joe echoed. "You take your pretty ass to bed when you're done with your father, okay?" he said. "We can do breakfast in the morning after we're done at the gym, that way you can sleep in, if you'd like," he told her.

"I would like," she said, smiling. "You two be good, handsomes," she smiled. "I'll text you or call in the morning when I get up," she told them, pinkie-waving at the screen as the call ended. "I…" she started to say, but caught herself, as she saw Colby's eyebrow shoot up curiously before the screen went entirely blank. That was close. She had almost told them that she loved them, something she was sure that none of them was ready for it, or so she thought. She didn't want to run the risk of making things awkward between them so soon. Savannah decided that the best thing to do was to take things one day at a time, and tomorrow's day included breakfast. She wasn't even sure what floor that they were on, or the room number, but she supposed that she'd figure it out tomorrow.

Pulling up another number on her phone, she placed the device against her ear, letting it ring twice before her father's voice greeted her on the other end.

"Cookie," he said, sounding genuinely happy to see his oldest daughter. "How's Vegas?" he asked with a grin. "You spent all of your trust fund yet?" he teased, chuckling at the devil child look she gave him.

"I take offense to that, daddy," she told him rolling the green orbs on her face. "It's good," she said, looking at him. "I'm glad you answered," she said, with a smile. "How is Michelle and Kaia?" she asked, referring to her stepmother and her sister. She'd never call Michelle mother, not because she didn't like the woman, but because she was only about eight years older than her. It had weirded her out at first, but she'd grown used to it.

"They're good, Cookie," he said. "I take it something is on your mind?" he asked, frowning at his oldest.

"Well, yes and no. There's a few things that I need to tell you, and I don't know how you're going to react," she said slowly, now having trouble forming words.

"Savannah Leigh," he said, his tone firm, but holding all the love in the world he felt for his daughter. "Nothing you could tell me would be so bad, so spit it out," he told her.

"Well," she said slowly, holding her breath. "I'm… seeing someone," she said quietly.

"Oh?" Mark Calaway murmured, his eyebrows arching up.

"Yeah," she said quietly. "Colby Lopez," she said softly.

"Isn't he with that dude… What's his name? Joe? The Samoan one?" he asked.

"Yes," Savannah said softly.

"Savannah…" Mark sighed, getting ready to lecture his daughter on the dangers of messing around with involved superstars.

"No, it's not like that," Savannah said softly. "Joe knows…" Chewing on her bottom lip, she took another deep breath, getting ready to spew the next words from her mouth. "I'm seeing them both. I.. I'm in love with them both, and they're okay with this," she said in a rush. "We're making it work," she told her father quickly, knowing and waiting for the judgment to come.

"So, you're saying that you're in love with two men, seeing two men at the same time, and they're okay with it? Do they have feelings for you too, or… They could just be playing with you, Cookie, and I'd hate to whoop some young hotshot's asses for making my child cry," he warned. "You know that I'd do it."

"There's definitely a lot there, " Savannah whispered, looking at her father. "But they've been nothing but great to me, daddy. They're so polite and kind, and they're not rushing me into anything. They're truly taking care of me," she told him. "I think… I think if you give them a chance… You'd like them," she told her father, the pleading in her tone underlining her voice.

"Well, I'd like to meet them," Mark told his daughter firmly. "The next time we're in the same city, which isn't too far from now," he reminded her, chuckling when he heard his daughter groan. "Oh, come on, Cookie," he said. "I'm not that bad. Plus, if I'm remembering correctly, these are the same guys that put me on my ass a little while back. They deserve a little scare," he teased.

"Whatevs," Savannah laughed, her mood lightening as her father was taking this so well. She was really happy about this development. "And there's something else," she said softly.

"Uh oh… What is it, Cookie?" Mark asked, getting comfortable in the high-backed chair that was at the huge oak desk in his office.

"I think…" she said, swallowing the lump that was rising in her throat. "I think that David is back," she told him.

"What the hell? Savannah… What do you mean that he's back? Did he come near you? If he did, I swear the motherfucker will wish he was back in that god forsaken cell.." Savannah listened as her father spewed off a string of threats and curses.

"Sort of," she said softly. "I got a text yesterday," she said, going on to tell him about the text, and then the encounter in the elevator earlier.

He cursed again under his breath, and looked at the wall across from where he sat in his office. "I'll grab Michelle tomorrow and we'll be taking the next flights out of here tomorrow and meet you in Phoenix. I don't trust you alone with that…" he said, letting his voice trail off, not wanting to curse anymore in front of his daughter as it were.

"Daddy," she said quietly. "That's not necessary. He can't come near me. I still have that restraining order in effect, remember?" she asked, hoping that her father wouldn't be coming, but knowing that it would give her a piece of mind if he did. Talk about being bipolar.

"Savannah," Mark's voice cut in, the tone he was using brooking no room for argument. "I'm not discussing this. I'm not leaving you alone with that monster. I'm not scheduled to come back for a few more weeks, but I'd have no problem spending some time with you on the road, to make sure that you're safe, because something tells me that you haven't told them yet about him, have you?" he asked gently, not wanting to pressure his daughter, or make it seem like he was backing her into a corner.

"No," she said softly. "I just… I just got them back, you know," Savannah explained. "I don't want to lose them so soon."

"If these boys feel for you the way you say they do, when they find out, nothing is going to happen to jeopardize your relationship," he explained. "The thing that will cause problems, is if they found out from someone other than you," he told her. "This is big," he said. "But it's nothing to be ashamed of. It was NOT your fault, Cookie. You have to know that by now…"

"I know, daddy… I just…" she said on a sigh.

"I know, Cookie. But, whatever happens, you always have my full support. And Michelle's. And I know that Nattie is not going to let you go through this alone. I know that she already knows, because she normally finds these things out before me," he said, a soft, humorless laugh coming out of his mouth at what he'd said.

"Yeah," Savannah said softly. "I'll tell them," she said, knowing that her father was right. She was going to have to tell them and hope for the best. If they knew her, and cared about her as much as they said, then this wouldn't be an issue. But… What if it was?

"I'll call you in the morning with the flight information," Mark promised his daughter. "I can tell that you've had a long day, so go get some rest, Cookie," he said, looking at the time, knowing that it was even later in the city that Savannah was in.

"I will. I love you, daddy," she said, noting that she could at least say the L-word to one of the men in her life.

TJ stepped out onto the balcony that was attached to the room that he and Nattie shared. Picking up his phone, he flipped through the contacts list, and found the number that he was looking for. He held the phone up to his ear, looking out at the skyline, not actually believing that he was going to be doing this.

"Hey Matt…" he said, smiling as he spoke to his friend in God knows how long. They talked for a few minutes, making nothing but idle chit chat. "What would you say, if I told you, that there was a chance that you'd be able to get things right with Savannah again?" he asked.

A/N: Please don't hate me if you're a TJ and Nattie fan! I figured since the WWE is throwing out some major curveballs with their storylines, I'd throw out some of my own. And we finally find out WHO Ghost is. Did you catch that? So, what did y'all think? What worked, what didn't? What did you like? What did you not? Sound off on your thoughts! As always, thank you so very much for reading and giving this story some attention. Things are finally getting interesting. Next chapter, I can promise that there will be some much needed steam coming from Joe, Colby and Savannah. I think it's time that the heat was turned up in this story. What about you? -Savannah