Author: Alliegirl4life

Title: "For Love or for Money?" Chapter 8
Characters: Shawn Michaels, JBL and many others.
Summary: Shawn is willing to do anything to get himself out of the financial crisis he is in; but at what cost?
Warnings: Suggested slash in later chapters and strong language. You have been warned.
Disclaimers: As always, I don't own any of the characters in this story. I just own the story idea itself.
Enjoy this story or don't; the choice is yours.

Chapter 8

"B-Bret?" Shawn stammered as he looked at his employer. JBL smiled and gave HBK a wink a good measure.

"Yes, sir." JBL said. "This is gonna be your new client for the night." Quickly, Shawn turned his attention to the former Hit Man of the WWE and swallowed hard. He couldn't believe this was happening, much less that JBL was capable of blackmailing him in this manner. Trying to regain his composure, Shawn slowly returned his attention to JBL.

"You can't be serious?" he asked.

JBL sighed, "Of course I'm serious, Shawn. I am paying you to do a job and you better get it done, or else the money disappears." Shawn quietly clinched his fists in frustration. He could not believe JBL would do such a thing to him, especially when it involved Bret Hart.

Carefully, Shawn approached Bret Hart in silence while contemplating his next move. The last thing he wanted to do was make another mistake.

Sizing Bret up for the first time since November of 1997, Shawn was surprised to discover that Bret Hart wasn't as muscular as he used to be. The Hit Man had apparently gained some weight and his face was rather pale in appearance. Looking at him, Shawn couldn't help but feel sorry for the guy. However, the more Shawn continued to think about Bret, the more his mind kept asking the following question: what was Bret Hart doing in a place like this?

Curious, Shawn addressed the former Hit Man. "Hey Bret, mind if I ask you something?"

"Uh, sure." Bret answered reluctantly. "What is it?"

"What are you doing in a place like this? I thought you were straight?" Shawn watched as Bret's eyes darted between his face and the floor. "Well?" After a few minutes of hesitation, JBL took it upon himself to answer Shawn's question.

"Shawn, if you haven't figured it out by now, Bret is uh...Well, he's bi, okay? He's been coming down here for several years since his wife can-"

"Just shut up, okay?" Bret quickly interrupted. "He doesn't need to know about that."

"Okay, fine." JBL conceeded. "You don't need to know the rest, Shawn. What you do need to know is that if you don't do what you're supposed to, then you know what happens." Shawn observed JBL retrieving his pistol and inwardly panicked. "Do I make myself clear?"

"Y-Yes, you do. I understand," Shawn said. With that, JBL replaced his pistol and commanded his assistant to escort him into the kitchen, leaving Shawn and Bret in the room by themselves.

"So, what now?" Shawn nervously asked the Hit Man. Before he could say anything, he noticed Bret making his way towards the bedroom door. Although he didn't want to think about it, he instantly knew what the Hit Man was about to do.

Dreading the worst, Shawn stood there in silence as Bret carefully closed and locked the door in front of him before turning around to face Shawn.

"We're going to do what you were sent here to do, Shawn." Bret said as he approached Shawn with a smile on his face.

"But wait," Shawn held up his hands in defeat. "Please, Bret. You know I'm married, and I can't do that with any-" Bret placed a single finger upon Shawn's lips to silence him.

"But I know you want that money, Shawn." Bret said. Shawn nodded his head. "Okay, if you want that money and want out of here, all you have to do is do the deed. One deed and that's it."

Finally, Shawn pushed Bret's finger away from his lips and said, "One deed? Bret, I'm straight. I'm MARRIED! You mean to tell me that you want me to sleep with you? Are you out of your mind? You know I can't do that."

"Fine. Then I won't help you escape."

Shawn glared at the tall brunette. He couldn't believe what he had just heard. "Help me escape?"

"Yes, I asked JBL to let me be your first client for a reason. So, do you want me to help you or not?"

Shawn considered his options. He knew he needed to get out of New York City as soon as possible and Bret was his only way out. Gazing into Bret's eyes, Shawn reluctantly answered his question. "Okay, what do I have to do to get out of here?"

Bret grinned as he closed in on the Heartbreak Kid. "I'm glad you asked."

To Be Continued?

A/N: I know I haven't updated this story in such a long time, and I am sorry for making you guys wait. Once again, if you'd like to read more of this story, all you have to do is let me know via review. Thanks!

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