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Mark kind of took this chapter over. I tried to fight him, but I got some advice from Dark Creed so I let it go! So Mark got his way... Enjoy!

Chapter Eleven
It Never Ends

Mark nodded. "You are now mine. Mine to keep, mine to treasure, mine to spoil, mine to fuck and pleasure, and mine to protect and possess."

She shook her head as if to deny.

He brought her mouth to his again and against her mouth he repeated. "You. Are. Mine." He nipped her lower lip. "Get to use it to, baby because you are mine."

Ashley shook her head, wincing at the pain it caused in her neck. She didn't understand what the heck he was talking about. He hated her. He called her a whore and thought she was a terrible mother. He has never shown her anything but hate and now he's… he's…

Mark chuckled in front of her. "You should see the look on your face, woman. You're confused as hell right now."

She frowned as she watched Mark gently ease the bloody wash cloth away from her neck. Then it was his turn to frown.

"There's no stitches." He stated, scowling.

Ashley shook her head. "I hate needles. I told them I was fine and that I didn't need stitches."

His scowl deepened. "You need fucking stitches, baby."

She shivered, shaking her head. "I don't. I'm not going and you can't make me go."

Mark laughed. Like threw his head back and laughed, deep and guttural and she felt it to her soul. She liked his laugh. Too much it seemed if the butterflies in her stomach was anything to go by. She wanted him to move away from her, he was too close. She wanted to go back to her house, but her house gave her the creeps now. She didn't feel safe there either and she didn't want her daughter there. So she had nowhere to go. Unless, she called her mom or Kim… maybe they could help her because staying with Mark was a bad idea. So very bad.

"Are you forgetting who I am, little girl?" Mark asked as he taped a new bandage to her neck.

She met his eyes. "Trust me, I haven't. You're a scary, dangerous man." She replied, her voice shaking.

Mark sighed and leaned down so their noses touched. "Yes I am and I want you to remember that when I'm buried deep inside you because as sweet as I'm sure your pussy is that's how sweet I'm gonna be when I'm fucking you."

Confusion was locked on her face. "I… What?"

Mark chuckled. "As dangerous as I am, I'm never going to hurt you or cause you any harm. You have to trust me on that."

"But you did hurt me?" She protested.

Mark's eyes grazed the faded bruises on her jaw line. "I know I did and I hate that I left those bruises, but that was an accident, Ashley."

She shook her head, her eyes darting around the bathroom. "You called me a whore on more than one occasion, Calaway. That hurt too." She accused.

Using a single finger, he tipped her chin up until she looked at him. "It's Mark. I don't want to hear Calaway out of your mouth again or I'll turn you over my knee." He warned her. Ashley opened her mouth and Mark covered it with one large hand. "I didn't mean that. You're not a whore. I don't like you around other men."

She frowned. "They're your men." She pointed out.

"Yes they are and you're going to be around them a helluva lot, but don't think of trying anything. My men know me and how dangerous I can be."

Her frown deepened. "Try what? I like them. I consider them friends. That's all."

Mark took a step back as his phone started ringing. He answered it, backing out of the room as he went. He took one more look at Ashley. "We're leaving for the hospital in ten so get ready. Glenn will watch Emmy." He told before disappearing.

Ashley couldn't move. Almost as if she was glued to the bathroom counter. She was so darn confused. What happened to the Mark she knew? And what's with this 'you're mine' business? She had only ever read about the type of man that wanted to claim his woman in such a way. Was Mark one of those type of men? She shivered. She wasn't sure what she thought of that. If the way her body was reacting, she liked it and that confused her too. She didn't like controlling men. Or did she?

Ashley hopped off the counter, fixed her hair and made her way into the room that would be Emmy's until… well she wasn"t really sure for how long they would be here. Hopefully not long because she wasn't sure how long she could be in Mark's presence without jumping his bones.

She giggled at that thought. There was no way she would ever have enough courage to jump anyone's bones, definitely not Mark's. He was too… male. Yeah… that was it. He was much too male for her. She was just going to have to explain that to Mark.

"Emma, what are you doing?" Ashley asked her daughter.

Emmy turned to face her mother, a glass of chocolate milk in her hand. Ashley's eyes widened at the thought of that chocolate milk ending up on these expensive hardwood floors. Sure it wasn't carpet but this hardwood cost more than her carpet at home.

"Who gave you that?"

"I did."

Ashley yelped and jumped at the same time, her heart now beating hundred miles a minute. Ashley turned around to find Glenn standing behind her.

"Glenn, you scared me." She told him, placing a hand over her beating heart.

Glenn grimaced. "Sorry, Honey. I didn't mean to."

She waved it off. "It's okay." She motioned towards Emmy. "I don't think she should be drinking chocolate milk in here."

Glenn shrugged. "Mark ain't gonna care. He'd just fucking rip up the floors and put new ones in."

Ashley looked appalled. If not for the language he used, definitely for the fact that Mark would actually rip up these floors. She shook her head. "He wouldn't do that. Would he?"

"Do what?" Mark asked, joining on the conversation.

Ashley looked at him. "You would tear up these floors." She replied.

Mark furrowed his eyebrows. "Why would I do that? I like these floors."

Glenn pointed towards Emmy. "You would tear them up if Emmy spilled chocolate milk on them and they became ruined." Glenn told him.

Mark nodded. "Oh yeah, I would then."

Ashley shook her head. "What? You wouldn't be mad?"

Mark shook his head. "Why would I be mad? They're floors, woman."

Ashley was pretty sure she just fell in love with him. But she couldn't be having those feelings for him. She was just a passing fancy for him and she knew that once he got bored, he would move on. And he would get bored. It wasn't a matter of if, it was just a matter of when.

Mark entered his office after dropping Ashley off at the apartment. He didn't have to take her up there since she knew where it was, but he still wasn't ready to let her have the freedom of roaming his building with his men. He was going to have to lay down some rules before he allowed that. Not just to her but for his men as well.

It was late, after eleven and Mark was feeling every bit his age that night. But he didn't have the luxury of going home quite yet. While at the hospital with Ashley, he received a call from his government handler, John Voight. John was always the one that called him when he had a job for Mark and his team that no one else would touch. And tonight was no exception. Voight was called when over several million dollars' worth of armor piercing weaponry was stolen from an army base somewhere overseas. Voight had called Mark when no one else wanted to go in. Voight had stated he would understand if Mark wanted to turn down the job, but Mark told him he would indeed handle it. So here he was, waiting for Voight to arrive for their late night meeting.

He didn't have to wait long for Voight to arrive and for that Mark was thankful. He was definitely ready to call it a day.

"Voight, come in. Have a seat."

Voight nodded and sat down across from him. "You sure you want to do this?" Voight asked, cocking an eyebrow.

Mark resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Instead he shrugged. "When have I ever turned down a job, John?" Mark questioned in reply.

Resting an ankle on one knee, Voight settled back in his chair. "I've been your handler for over ten years, Taker and in those years you have never turned down a job, but there's always a first time. And maybe this time should be that time."

Mark nodded, giving it some thought. "And what will happen if I turn this down, John? What happens to all those weapons if they're never recovered by the so called 'good guys'?" Mark asked, using quotes with his fingers.

John nodded. "I get what you're saying. If not recovered by us then the weapons are sold on the streets and then innocent people die. More so cops and armed forces."

"Exactly. I only have one problem."

"Only one? I think I can handle that. What is it?"

"I am unable to use all my men on this mission."

Voight blew out a breath. "You have ten men that you use, correct? That includes yourself?"

Mark nodded.

"How many are you able to use?"

Mark shrugged. "I'm not sure. Maybe six or seven. Least would be five." He answered.

John nodded. "That's not too bad. Probably, in this scenario, less is better."

"That's probably for the best. What are we talking here?"

"There's twelve crates, fifty in each case."

"Six hundred and they're worth several million?" Mark questioned, suspicion in his voice.

Voight nodded. "They can pierce any armor the US Military has. These rifles are extremely dangerous."

"What's the pay out?"

"All twelve crates must be required and they cannot be any survivors." Was John's reply.

Mark inhaled sharply. "What about prisoners, John?"

He shrugged. "I was told no survivors."

Mark slowly nodded, hoping like hell they didn't have to kill any innocent people. "Pay out?"

"Three point five million."

Mark's eyes widened. That's more than they had ever received. "That's quite a large pay out, Voight. The fuck is going on?"

Voight shrugged. "I'm just telling you what I was told. But my guess is, large payment is for this shit to remain hush hush. I don't know what you're going to encounter on this but I'm sure it isn't going to be pleasant."

Again Mark nodded. "When do we need to leave?"

"Tomorrow evening. The helicopter will arrive here at 6:45 and leave at oh seven hundred."

"And take us where?"

"Somewhere overseas. I'm not allowed to disclose the location. They'll drop you and your team off with the coordinates and you'll have twenty four hours to get back to that same location."

"And if we don't?"

"Then you have to find your own way back to the states."

"How are we supposed to get twelve crates loaded down with weapons?"

Voight gave him a lost look. "That's all I was told. I'm sure there's more that they're not telling me."

Mark nodded. "We'll get it taken care of." Mark assured him.

Voight nodded in return, standing up. "Before I leave, I heard something and I was wondering if you could confirm it for me."

Mark stood up and rounded his desk. "And that would be?"

"You have a daughter?"

Mark cursed. "Fuck. How did you discover that?"

"Grape vine type of thing. True then?"

Mark nodded. "I do. She's almost two."

"God, I hope she looks like her momma. You're an ugly ass."

Mark chuckled. "She does look like her momma but she's got my hair and eyes."

John tsked under his breath. "Poor thing."

"Fuck you."

John laughed in response as both men stopped at Mark's office door.

"Do me a favor, Voight."

Voight raised an eyebrow. "What's that?"

"Let people know."

Voight furrowed his eye brows in confusion. "You want others to know about your daughter? That's asking for trouble."

Mark shook his head. "I want others to know that if they fuck with what's mine, then death is the only punishment."

"Something tells me you're talking about more than your kid."

"I am."

"Who?"

"I don't want names mentioned. If they have any intention of causing harm, they'll figure it out."

Voight nodded. "I'll let people know."

Mark saw Voight out then headed back to his office. Using the intercom, he called his team to the conference room. Fifteen minutes later, the conference was filled with ten grumbling men, including Miz.

"Shut up!" Mark roared.

Instantly the chatter and grumbles stop and everyone sat down. Mark's eyes immediately went to Viper. "You dead yet?" He asked with a cocky grin.

Viper chuckled. "All's good. They didn't want me to leave, but I told them I would heal better at home."

Mark nodded. "Good. For this assignment there's nothing you can do, but I wanted you here with the team."

"Appreciate that, Sir."

Mark gave him a quick nod before turning his attention to the rest of his men. "We got called up for an assignment this evening. However with everything that's been going on here, I can't take all of you. So I'm taking four and myself. The rest of you will remain here and guard Emmy and Ashley."

"I'll go." Several of his men stated at once.

Mark held up his hand. "This job is a little different and one that rivals any other one we've had. They're taking us somewhere overseas where we have twenty four hours to retrieve twelve crates and kill all involved. In fact, we are to kill all survivors, prisoners included."

"What?"

"That's bullshit!"

"We're still doing it?"

Mark again held up his hand and his men fell silent. "We are still going through with it because what we're retrieving is armor piercing weapons that were stolen from an army base somewhere overseas. We need to get these weapons away from these people."

"We know you've worked with this guy for years, but can we trust him, Taker?" Glenn asked, only concern for his fellow team mates.

Mark nodded. "I know we usually only work for ourselves and when we are hired by the government it's usually done on our turf with our ways, but I trust Voight. I trust that he isn't lying to us. So who's with me?"

Every hand went up and Mark gave them a slight grin. He was glad to see that his team trusted him. "Good. I'm glad you're all with me, but I can only take four. Hollywood, you'll remain here with Emmy. That is your job and your only job. You follow Emmy everywhere. We clear?"

Roman nodded. "Crystal, Sir." He replied.

Mark nodded and looked at Viper. "You can help Hollywood. That'll keep ya busy but allow you to heal."

"Crystal." Viper replied.

Mark then looked around the room. "Kane and Animal, you're with me." Both men nodded and Mark continued to look around. "Rattlesnake, I want you here. You're Ashley's shadow. Clear?"

Steve nodded. "Crystal."

"T, you're staying here. I don't want your wife on my ass for making her a widow. Clear?"

Booker T chuckled and nodded. "Crystal, Sir."

"H and Bull, you two are with me which leaves Marine here. All clear?"

Three crystals rang loud in the conference, satisfying Mark. "The four that are with me, you're clear to leave. Go get some rest and at 6:45 tomorrow evening, you are to be on the roof."

Glenn, Bautista, Triple H, and Dwayne shuffled out of the room and made their way to their apartments. Mark turned his attention to the remaining six men in the room. Hollywood, Rattlesnake, Viper, T, Marine, and Miz were staring at him intently, waiting to be dismissed. Mark stood up, making himself look even more menacing.

"You six, and yes I'm including you Miz. You are to be on your toes watching Ashley and Emmy. I shouldn't be gone longer than twenty four or so hours, so I'm counting on you six to be vigilant. If anything should happen to either of them, you know the consequences, correct?"

All six of his men nodded.

"Yes Sir. Both of them will remain safe while you're gone. We'll make sure of it." Marine assured him.

Mark nodded. "You're dismissed then."

His men left the room and Mark followed behind them. He took the elevator upstairs and let himself in to his very quiet apartment. Normally the quiet didn't bother him, but tonight it was. He checked in on Emmy first and smiled when he found her fast asleep on her back, limbs thrown out in all directions. She was wearing blue pajamas with some blond bitch on the front. Let it go was written in white below blondie. He crouched down and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. He quietly left the room and entered Ashley's. She was curled up in a ball, dressed in a pink cami top and matching pants. Doing the same with Ashley as he did with Emmy, he crouched down and brushed a kiss across her forehead. Just like her daughter, she didn't stir an inch. He wanted to crawl in bed next to her, but he resisted for tonight. He didn't want her all pissy in the morning. So he left her room and headed to his own. Shedding his clothes, he climbed into the bed naked and instantly fell asleep.

"Daddy!"

Mark snapped awake and instantly sat up only to find himself naked. Cursing, he covered himself up with the blankets before Emmy realized that he had no clothes.

"Good morning, Snowflake. Sleep well?" He asked, trying to wake up.

"I ate pancakes, Daddy!" She shouted with glee.

Mark smiled and leaned back against the headboard. He never thought he would care for this, but he found he liked it. Only thing that could have made this better was spending the night before fucking Emmy's mother and then waking up and doing it again.

"You did?"

Emmy nodded and got in his face. "Syrup, daddy."

Mark chuckled when he saw that her face was covered in sticky syrup. "Yes you're covered in syrup, Flake."

"Kisses!" She shouted before pressing kisses all over his face, getting him sticky in the process and making him laugh.

"Emma Renee! I thought I told you not to bother daddy while he was sleeping." Ashley scolded her daughter from the bedroom door with a grin on her face.

Mark smiled. He liked that too.

Emma stopped to look at her mom. "Syrup kisses, Momma."

Mark finally spoke up. "She's fine. I kinda enjoyed the sticky kisses."

Emma turned to look at him. "Syrup kisses."

Mark laughed. "Forgive me, Flake. Syrup kisses."

"Come Momma." Emmy urged.

Mark's eyes shined with mischief. "Yes please come." He added, his voice low.

Ashley took several steps forward just as her daughter launched herself at her. Ashley caught her and swung her around, all the while getting syrup kisses. Suddenly Ashley was being dragged backwards onto the bed, Mark's arm wrapped around her. He had, while Ashley was swinging Emmy around, pulled on a pair of boxers. He now situated Ashley so she was on the mattress with Emmy beside her and Mark over them both.

Ashley stared up at him, her heart beating faster. "Mark?" She questioned, not sure what he was thinking.

Mark growled. "Syrup kisses, woman." His head dipped and he licked her lips, causing her to whimper. He teased her mouth, nibbling on her lower lip before dipping his tongue in for a taste of syrupy sweetness and just the sweet taste of Ashley herself.

"Me turn! Me turn! Syrup kisses, Daddy!" Emmy shouted happily.

Ashley moaned when Mark pulled away, causing him to grin. "Don't worry, baby, I promise I'll take care of that ache as soon as I can." He whispered in her ear. She gasped and pulled back just as Mark dove in and gave his daughter kisses all over her little angel face. Ashley rolled off the bed, her breathing erratic, her nipples were hard, and she was aching between her legs.

Oh hell, what was he doing to her?

"Ashley, come here." Mark's voice was soft.

She turned to see her daughter was gone and Mark was sitting on the edge of the bed.

She shook her head. "Where's Emmy?" She asked, heading towards the bedroom door.

"Ashley, come here." He repeated, this time putting authority behind it.

Ashley did as he asked, unsure of what to think. He immediately pulled her onto his lap. She tensed up as Mark wrapped one arm around her waist, anchoring her to him. "Relax, baby. I'm not gonna hurt you. Now we don't have long before Emmy comes bouncing back in here, but I promise I'll make it good." He spoke low and in her ear.

Ashley tried to get up, shaking her head. "No. No. I'm not…"

Mark's arm tightened. "We're not having sex. I don't have time for that. And I want a lot of time when I first fuck you." His free hand slipped between her legs, only her thin pajama pants separating his hand and the sweetness he wanted. She inhaled sharply. Mark didn't move his hand, no she was going to make herself come, he was just gonna use his own hand. "Relax, baby girl." He whispered, kissing her neck below her ear. "Just do what feels good to you." He told her, licking the same spot.

Ashley whimpered, encouraging Mark some more. The hand wrapped around her waist caressed the skin at her waist, making her squirm. He continued to lick, kiss, and bite her neck until she was literally moving herself against his hand.

"That's it, baby. Take what you need." He urged, nibbling her ear.

"Mark." She moaned.

He growled. It made him hard whenever she said his name. He didn't get it, but he did enjoy it. He pressed a little harder on her pussy causing a low moan from Ashley. When he began to rotate his hand just enough to give her that little bit of pressure, her squirming intensified. Her head dropped back against Mark's chest and she thrust her pelvis upward against his hand. She began chanting his name and bucking wildly. His cock was throbbing against his boxers, dying to get out. He held himself in check, but it hurt.

He pulled down her top a little exposing the top of one breast. Using the edge of his teeth and his tongue, he marked her as she came screaming in his arms and against his hand. After a few moments, she relaxed completely against him.

"That was the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen, woman."

Ashley stiffened in his arms and tried to pull away, but Mark wouldn't let her. "Relax. What did I tell you yesterday, little girl?"

"Um…" Ashley was at lost for words. Hell, she was still coming down from that orgasm.

Mark chuckled. "I told you, you were mine to fuck and pleasure. I don't have time today to fuck you properly, but you needed the orgasm."

Ashley didn't want to talk about what he just did to her so she asked instead. "What's today?"

Mark couldn't stop his grin. He knew what she was doing, but for now he let it slide. "I'm leaving tonight."

Ashley turned in his arms so she could look at him. "Leaving?"

He brushed a kiss across her mouth. "Yes and no I can't discuss it."

"Why?" She asked.

Mark sighed. "Because for now, I can't." She opened her mouth and Mark cut her off. "Accept it, woman. When I get back, I'll tell you what I can."

Ashley cocked her head. "What you can? So not everything?" She asked.

"No, I can't tell you everything. I'll tell you what I can and that's final."

She curled her lip. "Fine. I'll accept that. For now. We need to talk anyway."

Mark raised an eyebrow. "Oh we do, huh? About?"

"This whole mine thing you've got going on. Emmy is yours but I am not. I am my own person. I don't belong to any one." She told him, her voice firm.

Mark laughed, pissing her off. "You're gonna need that feisty attitude, babe when it comes to dealing with me. But I can promise you that you are mine."

She shook her head, denying that. Mark gripped her chin to make her look at him, it was a firm grip, but it wasn't bruising.

"Ashley, understand this… you are mine. I do not share. I am demanding and I like control. Hell, I demand control in every aspect of my life. From here on out you will have a man on you at all times. You will deal with that. You will not try to lose him or dodge him because if he does lose you then he pays the price and always remember that I am a bastard so the punishment will be severe. But I'm a bastard that protects what's his. Do I make myself clear?"

She shrugged. "For now, I guess. But I don't like it."

Mark sighed. One day he would get a crystal out of her. "You don't have to like it, just get used to it. Roman will be at Emmy's side at all times. So while you have Emmy, you'll have two people behind you. But when you drop Emmy at day care, Roman will stay with her."

"Who is mine?"

"Steve." He replied.

Ashley grinned, making Mark narrow his eyes. "I like Bond!"

He dropped a hard kiss on her mouth, making her moan. "Remember what I said, little girl. I don't share. That includes with my men. Clear?"

She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah, yeah." She replied, removing herself from Mark's lap. "I need to go check on Emmy."

"Ashley?" Mark's voice stopped her retreat. She turned to look at him.

"You've got syrup all over your neck and your tits. You might wanna clean that up." He teased her with a smug smile.

Ashley turned bright red and practically ran out of the bedroom, Mark's deep laughter following her to the bathroom.

Author's Note: Next Taker Tuesday is their mission... cue the twilight zone music! Lol!