Chapter 10
"Don't have a crush on her huh?" Jack said, smirking.
"Shut your mouth fool," Jon growled. Deep down, he was satisfied though.
"Oh dear. Rose has got you wrapped around her finger, huh?" Jack continued. "Damn, I'm good."
Jon was about to say something until he saw Rose. He had gotten up early to set up the ring for the show that night. They both were sitting in chairs besides the ring.
"Hey Jon," Rose said. She looked gorgeous in her ring gear. Red pants with black boots and a matching top to go with it with a huge red heart on it. Rose indeed had Jon wrapped around her finger.
"Hey Rose," Jon managed to say. His mouth was getting watery. Damn, she looked too good.
She approached him and planted a kiss on his cheek.
"See you after the show," she said. She then walked off. She turned around on her heel abruptly.
"Here ya go, Jack," she said, tossing some Starbursts at him.
Jack caught them in midair. "Thank you, Rose."
"Welcome!"
Jon shot Jack a dirty look.
"Hey now, chillax. It's just Starbursts. Not her cell phone number," Jack said.
"Whatever," Jon said, stretching. "Show starts in five."
Rose had a triple threat women's match that evening. It was the main event, which was a delight. Rose was a highflyer and enjoyed doing hurricarana's off of the top turnbuckles and moonsaults. Unfortunately, one of her opponent's calculated her move and pushed her off of the turnbuckle. Rose hit the floor with a loud thud. The crowd gasped and the medical team went to check on her. Jon standing by when he saw the whole thing go down.
"Oh shit," Jon said to himself. He rushed to Rose's side.
She had a hand on her knee.
"Fuck," she said to herself.
"Rose! Rose, what's going on?" Jon said, extremely concerned.
"My knee," is all she could manage to say.
Jon helped her up to the back so she could get examined by the medical team. Turns out, she had a slight fracture in her knee.
"Shit," Rose said.
Jon grabbed a bottled water for her.
"Thanks."
"Welcome. It's not too bad, though," Jon said.
"I'm going to be out for a month. Shit, now what?" Rose said.
"Don't you worry about that. You're in good hands with AllState," Jon said, reassuring Rose.
"Thanks, Jon. I'll stay with you until my knee heals."
On the inside, Jon's heart was about to burst with excitement.
"THAT you will."
Jon took Rose to his apartment and collected some stuff for her from her apartment. He propped her leg on a pillow on his bed. He also placed some pillows behind her back.
"Better?"
"Yes. Thanks."
Jon gave Rose a kiss.
"I'm going to go to the store to pick up some medicine and snacks."
"Okay."
Jon left the apartment, securely locking his door. He started walking downstairs and onto the sidewalk when he felt someone grab him by the collar of his shirt and turn him around violently. Jon almost fell of his feet.
"What the fuck?" He began. He soon stopped when he noticed it was one of Mr. Johnson's goons from the other day.
"What do you have this week, Moxley?" he said.
"Look, I do not have anything nor am I dealing. I've been busy," Jon said in his defense.
"Busy fucking your girl?" the goon said.
"Don't you fucking dare go near her," Jon said. His blood began to boil underneath his skin.
"Don't worry! Nothing shall happen to her as long as you get your shit together, Moxley. One more strike and you're out," goony said.
"Leave her out of this. This is between me and you shitheads. She's completely innocent," Jon said.
"Like I said, get your shit together and you won't have to worry about her getting hurt. Fuck up one more time, it's a wrap. You're lucky I wasn't sent her to snap your fucking neck, asswipe."
The henchmen bumped Jon in the shoulder hard. Jon looked and saw the henchmen walk away briskly, disappearing around the corner. Jon continued what he was doing before: getting medicine and snacks for his loved one. Despite doing this, he couldn't help but wonder now what he was going to do. How he was going to protect her. For the next two weeks, he would have to wrestle four times a week. Mr. Johnson could strike at any moment. Rose was recuperating from her injury. He could send Jason to his apartment to check on her from time to time. Or ask Rose if one of her friends could stop by and keep an eye on her. Either way, he couldn't let Rose get hurt.
He would never forgive himself.