CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Shit, shit, shit." Carlito cursed, letting out a string of words that made Maria flinch. "Can't these bastards go any faster?"
They were following a caravan of police, media in the convoy as well as several WWE vehicles.
Every second that passed, Carlito grew more and more frantic for his wife.
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Mark breathed a sigh of relief when Glenn's house came into view. He didn't even bother turning off the truck, just jumped out, running for the house.
"Gianna!" He shouted, thundering through the door.
His eyes quickly took in the living room, the overturned couch and smashed furniture. Panic making his heart thud furiously, he followed the trail of destruction.
***
Gianna was fighting for all she was worth. Kicking and screaming; hitting and biting; anything she could do to escape her attacker.
"Gia, knock it off." Paul ordered, expecting her to obey him. His hazel eyes widened in disbelief when she didn't, his teeth gnashing. He reached out, grabbing a fistful of her hair and tossed her towards the woods. On the other side was a car waiting to take them to a private airport, from there, out of the country.
"I've been waiting too damn long for this, Gianna." He growled, advancing on her scrambling backwards form..
Gianna let out an ear piercing scream which was abruptly cut off by his foot connecting with her jaw.
She saw stars, followed by a burst of brilliant, painful light then blackness.
***
While the police were being morons and searching the house, Carlito had followed the more obvious route. He headed outside.
His eyes narrowed when he seen Mark disappearing through the trees.
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Mark halted when he heard a twig break. Edging forward quieter then a man his size was legally allowed too after a moment's pause.
What he seen through the leafy branches made his blood both freeze and boil at once.
Gianna had crawled under a thorny bush, the bush was keeping…
Paul.
The 'legally dead' Paul Levesque, at bay.
She was holding her jaw which looked to be discolored and possibly swollen, from this view it was hard to tell. Her clothes were ragged from where she had been assaulted by the deadly thorns, blood staining the fabric.
"Gianna, if you don't get your ass out here right now I'm going to fucking shoot you." Paul threatened, withdrawing a 9MM -the same type of gun that had 'killed' him- from the waistband of his jeans.
She shook her head, her reply muffled.
"I can't understand a word you're saying, sweetie." Paul crouched down in front of the bush, his back to Mark. "Your jaw is probably broken, honey. Come out of there and let me look."
Gianna backed up even more.
Mark clenched his hands together tightly. If he moved now, he could take Paul by surprise. If by chance Paul turned around… well… then Mark was dead.
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Maria let out a shrill scream of fear when the first gun shots rang through the air. There wasn't time for any other screams because she was being punted to the side as armed officials bowled by her.
She hesitated for only a second before tearing after them.
Her legs were cramping and there was a stitch in her side when she reached the scene.
Cops were everywhere, arms down, just staring.
She pushed her way through, catching sight of Mark's familiar face, towering over the rest and thrust her elbow into the ribs of a sergeant who tried to stop her.
Then her hand flew to her mouth.
