CHAPTER ELEVEN

Carlito chuckled as he watched the Divas cart his wife off, smiling at the mere thought of Gianna, even if his head was pounding. He turned around and was greeted with a chair shot to the head, dropping him like a sack of sugar.

Standing over him was Paul, looking more psychotic than ever as he stormed off to find Gianna.

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"The things I let you talk me into." Gianna sighed, but she was smiling. She had put on the dress and had to admit, it did look good, in a revealing too much kind of way. She had even gone as far as to wear black stilettos. "Carly is going to die." She giggled, picturing the expression on his face when he seen her.

"Speaking of, what's it like to be married to the Apple Boy?"

"I'll never tell."

"You should!" Candice growled playfully. "Since we didn't get invites to the damn wedding!"

"No kidding." Agreed Mickie, nodding her head, both smothering Gia with questions. "Come on woman, details!"

Gianna rolled her eyes. "No, no, no! Fine!" She relented under the mutinous stares she was receiving. "It's… different."

"Does he snore?"

"Who cooks?"

"Who gets top?"

"No, we both do and nunya damn business!"

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?"

The women whipped around to find Paul filling the doorway.

Paul frowned when Gianna went to move, aiming a Glock 18 at Mickie, smirking when she froze. "Move again and she's dead."

Gia looked at Candice who was frozen in shock, feeling her palms sweating, her knees beginning to shake. Slowly, she moved to step in front of Mickie. "You don't have to use that, Paul." She whispered hesitantly, the look in his eyes telling her he had finally lost what was left of his mind. "Please, put it down."

"Come with me." Paul replied, a sick grin crossing his face, his finger tightening on the trigger. "I don't care if you are married. You belong to ME and ME alone, you bitch! Now let's go."

Looking first to Candice then to Mickie, both who were looking scared out of their minds,

Gianna twisted her wedding ring, not knowing what else to do besides go with him. She winced when he grabbed her arm, dragging her from the room. "Paul, please. I'm married and- CARLITO!" She screamed when she was tossed over his shoulder, beginning to beat the shit out of him, kicking, digging her nails into his back, whatever she could, reaching ou to latch onto a rail. "SOMEONE HELP ME!"

"Nobody is going to save you, not even your precious hubby." Paul informed her, chuckling wickedly. He smacked her ass hard, squeezing one cheek in his strong hand. "Sunshine, I can't wait to get that stupid marriage of yours annulled so I can make you MY wife." He grinned at the thought, walking out to his car. Once there Paul set her done. "Get in."

Gia slipped into the car, tears streaming down her face and looked out the window, wincing when the automatic locks were engaged, glancing at Paul. "It can't be annulled." She whispered. "We sleep together, neither of us are gay, you're delusional." She said softly, eying the gun.

"Then you'll divorce him." Paul said simply, like it was a fact of life. He started the car, the engine roaring to life. "Say goodbye to your Cabana boy…" His grin widened when Carlito stumbled out of the arena, peeling out of the lot.

"CARLY!" Gia pounded on the glass, shrieking when her hair got pulled and spun around, feeling like if she didn't somehow get away, she'd never see him again. She did something she'd never have dared to before and lunged, attacking Paul.

Paul growled as he drove, the car swerving back and forth, finally backhanding her across the face. "FUCKING BITCH!" He got the car back in control. "ARE YOU TRYING TO GET US KILLED?"

"If it means you not hurting me anymore, then YES!" Gianna screamed, holding her face. She pressed her back to the door and began kicking him with her high heels. She shrieked when the car swerved again, then got another backhand. Scrambling over the seat, Gianna began to kick at the door, at the windows.

"Kick all you want, the windows are shatterproof." Paul informed her, growling when she went for his eyes and flipped Gia over the seat, smashing her head against the dashboard. "Now sit there and knock it off!" He shouted, frowning when another car came up alongside of them, on her side. "That motherfucker!"

Carlito had the window down, reaching out his arm while driving with the other. "GIANNA!"

Gianna groaned, holding her head. She looked out the window to see Carlito and began fumbling with the switches. She screamed when Paul purposely swerved, her breath catching in her throat then sent up a silent prayer of thanks when she seen Carlito had pulled his arm back in. "You're going to kill him!" She screamed, not daring to lunge again.

"That's the fucking idea." Paul snorted as he went to hit Carlito's car again, his eyes narrowing when the son of a bitch managed to pull ahead. "Fucker!" He sped up, groaning when he got rammed into this time. "SON OF A BITCH!"

Shrieking, Gia braced herself. She was pretty certain she was going to die, in a car crash, with Paul, with Paul. That was NOT how she wanted to die, NOT with this bastard! Out of desperation, Gianna did the only thing she could think of: she reached over and shifted the car into park, barely throwing up her arms in time as the car started to make a really odd screeching sound.

Paul's eyes widened as the car started slowing down, backhanding her yet again, shifting the car back into drive. Carlito was hot on his heel again so he pressed the gas more, pushing the car to ninety. "You best put your seatbelt on because this about to get NASTY, sunshine."

Carlito's eyes narrowed, having a general idea what Paul was doing. He sped up and muttered a quick prayer, using his speed and agility to heave himself out the window and leap onto the hood of Paul's car.

"GIANNA!" He shouted, slowly pulling himself up the hood. He'd hurt his knee on the landing and knew if he was going to die, it was going to be staring into her eyes.

"This motherfucker is NUTS!" Paul shrieked, his hazel eyes wide and started zigzagging across the road, trying to get this lunatic off his car. "DIE ALREADY, CABANA BITCH!"

Carlito flashed the middle finger salute, showing Paul what he thought and managed to drag himself up near the windshield on Gianna's side. "OPEN THE DOOR, CHERRY, OPEN IT!" He ordered, the wind feeling like it was slicing through his skin, even though Paul was slowing down considerably.

Gianna couldn't move, all she could do was lay back against the seat, barely able to keep her eyes open, her head feeling like someone had taken a hammer to it. She blinked back tears, staring at Carlito, knowing someone was going to die. She knew ten to one, it would be Carly, he was the one on the damned windshield. "Paul, please slow down, don't do this." She pleaded, her fingers fiddling with the switches on the side door panel next to her, searching for the lock. "I can't!" She shouted, beginning to actually cry.

Paul glanced at her and sighed, slamming on the breaks and smirked with satisfaction as Carlito flew from the car, landing on the gravel before them. He'd slowed down to under forty miles an hour but that was definitely going to break a few bones. "Stay here or die." He threatened, taking the Glock and slid out of the car. The gravel crunched under his boots as he approached Carlito, looming over the broken younger man. "Say goodbye to your hubby, sunshine." He snarled, glancing back at her.

Gianna, of course, didn't listened. She scrambled out of the car, wincing when she seen Carlito. She seen Paul taking aim and flew at him. "NO!" She almost died of a heart attack when the gun went off, jumping when gravel went flying from the spot he'd hit. "Paul, please don't!"

Sneering, Paul slapped her harder this time, splitting her lower lip wide open, not caring. He'd make it up to her later and prepared to fire, ready to blow Carlito's heart out of his chest.

Gunfire echoed around them.

Gianna screamed.

Paul's eyes bulged from their sockets, looking down.

Blood was seeping through his shirt.