Hunter watched in amusement as Stacy tried to teach Stephanie how to belly dance. Stephanie was good at a lot of things, but dancing was not one of them. She was so bad that it was almost funny, but he didn't laugh because he didn't want her slashing his throat while he was sleeping.

"The FBI is really turning up the heat on you guys," James said. He was sipping on his beer, looking very thoughtful. "That girl Trish you kidnapped and killed, that was Special Agent Mark Callaway's niece. Add to the fact that Cena, Orton and Kennedy have had loved ones die at your hands and Candice Michelle blindly follows Cena's lead, and you're looking at a crew who are going to kill you and then take your dead carcass into custody."

Hunter frowned. "Orton, Kennedy and Candice Michelle. Where have I heard those names before?"

"Mickie and Maria killed Kennedy's brother, you tortured Orton in one of your games like ten years ago and Candice is Cena's partner."

"Wait, how do you remember all this? I can't even remember all the stuff we've done."

James grinned. "I have a mole inside. They keep me in the loop about everything that goes on in there."

"They?"

"I can't give you any hints to their identity. The less you know about them, the better."

"Uh huh. You sleeping with this mole?"

"Oh of course." James chuckled. "What Stacy and I have isn't exclusive. She's fucking around with both Morrison and Miz. I have several girls and guys on the side. I've told you for years that our sexuality shouldn't be contained, yet you went off and got married."

Hunter raised his eyebrow. "Are you telling me that you have a problem with me being married to Stephanie?"

"Hey, I like Stephanie. She's a great girl. I just object to the idea of marriage in general."

"No, you object to the idea of ME being married. You don't like that I won't cheat on Stephanie just for you."

"You could at least ask her," James whined. "She knows about our past. It's not like you're going to leave her for me. It's just sex."

Stephanie stopped dancing and walked over to them. "Put it back in your pants James," she said with a grin. She grabbed Hunter by the hand and pulled him up to his feet. "We've been over this a hundred times. You know he's mine now."

Hunter chuckled at the look on James's face. James was a big tough mother fucker, but seeing him whine and pout at Stephanie was hilarious. "Sorry buddy," he said. He kissed James on the head. "I've learned to let the woman be in charge. It makes things easier on me."

"You tell him Hunter!" Steve yelled. He and Matt had been drinking nonstop since they arrived. "Don't go back to that queer shit! Stand up for the pussy!"

"Shut the fuck up over there!" James snarled. "Or I swear to God, I will tear you a new asshole!"

"Oh yeah? Let me see you try!"

Hunter grinned as James got right out of his chair and stormed over towards Steve. Steve, who didn't scare easily, ran the hell away from him. The only thing that could match Jeff's madness on a scary scale is James's temper. But unlike Jeff's madness, James's temper kind of turned Hunter on.

Morrison came into the room, shirtless as usual. "Hey, Mickie and Maria told me about how you guys want to play a game with the FBI," he said with a grin. "You want to see something that'll make them really shit their pants?"

Hunter and Stephanie looked at each other. This was either going to be really good, or really bad. There was no middle ground when it came to either Morrison's or Miz's plans. "Okay," Hunter agreed cautiously. "Show me what you got."

XXXXXXXXXXX

"And that's how you play Decorator," Jeff said proudly. He looked around at his and Beth's artwork proudly. The room was now decorated with the pieces that used to be the Bella twins. He was covered from head to toe in blood now, but he was extremely happy with himself. This was some of his best work yet.

Beth nodded. "I like it. It's all pretty in here now." She grinned wickedly as she pushed Jeff down on to the bed. "I like this look on you," she informed him as she straddled him. "You look all sexy."

He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her down into a rough kiss. She giggled and scratched her nails down his chest. He hissed in pain and flipped her over so he could be on top.

"DAMN IT MORRISON! WHAT IN THE HELL DID I TELL YOU ABOUT BUILDING BOMBS IN MY HOUSE?"

Jeff stopped and glanced at the door. "James sounds pissed," he observed.

"He sounds that way all the time," Beth said. "I think it's funny." She pushed him off of her and walked across the room. "You want to play another game?"

"What kind of game?" Jeff asked. He was ready to object to it if it didn't involve sex.

She grabbed a long leather whip, a blindfold and a pair of handcuffs. "Mistress of Pain. It's my very favorite game."

Jeff grinned. He liked this game already and they hadn't even started playing it yet. "Okay. Let's play."

She grinned and handcuffed his hands behind his back. "Good boy." She yanked his hair back so he could look into her eyes. "Tell me you love me."

"I love you."

She giggled. "Good boy."

"No, I'm a bad boy. I should be punished."

"Oh you will be. You can count on that my dear."