Chapter 13

"Looks like you're off the hook." Vince McMahon told his son as soon as Shane walked through the door.

"What do you mean?" Shane replied with a confused look on his face.

"Jaime had a miscarriage." Vince said frankly, not bothering to look up from his paperwork.

Shane couldn't believe what he was hearing. A mixture of emotions stole into his mind. One was of course relief. Once again, Shane McMahon would not have to deal with the results of his careless and immoral behavior. With this news, Shane was almost certain he would be back on Vince's good side in no time. On the other hand, Jaime would prove even more difficult to manipulate. As far as Shane was concerned, the fact that Mark had chosen to leave Jaime and was gone on suspension allotted him at least a little time to seduce Jaime. Her miscarriage only made it more important for him to work quickly. Mark would soon be back on the roster and Shane would need to stay out of his sight or risk another trip to the hospital.

Shane faked concern but did not reply. Instead he simply nodded to Vince and started to walk away.

"Shane." Vince called out. "Leave Jaime alone. If you want to sleep around to satisfy whatever needs you're trying to satisfy, fine, but you better make damn sure you stay away from anyone that could interfere with the ability of this company to make money. That means divas, diva contestants, and girlfriends or wives of anyone currently under a WWE contract." Vince demanded sternly.

Shane smirked. When it came to Jaime there was no way he would leave her alone. Not just yet anyway. For one, she was the best fuck Shane had, had in a long time despite the fact that the girl was for the most part unconscious. Something about Jaime turned Shane on, and Shane was not the type of guy to let something go until he was through getting what he wanted. He wanted the best and in his mind Jaime was it. Additionally he needed to show Mark that liquor had nothing to do with their first fuck, Shane would get Jaime to sleep with him whenever and wherever he wanted.

Secondly, Shane had something to prove. He wanted to prove to Mark that he was a McMahon and you just don't fuck with a McMahon. For Shane to sleep with Jaime one more time would be the straw that broke the camels back.

"Yes sir." Shane responded obediently and then exited the office.

Vince watched his son leave and shook his head. His next phone call would be to inform Mark that he could return to work. Even though Mark had not finished serving his entire suspension, Vince wanted him back in the ring. Mark had been through enough. Getting back in the ring would be good for him. Also, Vince was losing money, and that pissed him off even more.

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Before Mark and Jaime headed in the arena, Mark pulled Jaime close to him.

"You know you don't have to be here. The doctor said to not try and take it too fast." Mark said as he brushed a piece of hair away from Jaime's face.

It had been a week now since the miscarriage, and the moment Mark got Jaime home he had been waiting on her hand and foot, demanding she stay in bed until she was fully recovered. The guilt he felt still lingered in the back of his mind, but more so than that, he loved Jaime more than anything. He had figured that out the moment he left her and decided he would try to live his life on his own. As much as he hated to admit it, he needed her in his life. His career was almost coming to an end and at the end of the day he didn't want to live the rest of his life a lonely, bitter man, sleeping with a different woman every night simply to avoid the thought of what might have been.

"Damn Mark, I've been laying around for four days straight. Coming on the road with you is the best thing for me." Jaime thought more about her last statement. "For us." She finished.

Mark looked at Jaime and smiled. Not many people got to see what a gentle smile Mark actually had, but Jaime did and she loved it.

"I have to meet with Vince, you sure you'll be okay?" He asked her, always the protector.

"I'll be fine." She reassured.

Mark raised an eyebrow. He knew she could take care of herself and that she had plenty of friends backstage. Even still, he wanted to be there for her just in case.

"I love you babe." He said and then took her face in his hands and kissed her with a gentle passion that only he knew how.

For Jaime, no matter what the circumstances, Mark's kisses were the thing she missed most about him. He was all man, but behind it all was something more sensual and deeper than anything she had ever felt from a kiss.

"Better head in. Can't keep the old man waiting." Mark said regarding Vince.

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While Mark sat in Vince's makeshift office, Jaime headed to food services to get something to eat. During the whole time leading up to the miscarriage and shortly thereafter, she had completely lost her appetite. It was only recently she regained it back again and it seemed to her she was trying to make up for weeks worth of not eating.

As she stood by the table picking up various pieces of fruits and cheeses, a man approached her. It was the last person she had hoped to see. Shane McMahon.

"Shane?" Jaime said, startled to find him there with no one else around.

Shane laughed slightly.

"Jaime, you say that like you're surprised to see me here. I own part of this company remember. The question is, what are you doing here?" Shane asked, still unaware that Vince had lifted Mark's suspension earlier than expected.

"I'm here with..." But before Jaime could finish, Shane cut her off. He had his own agenda. He could care less why she was there, the important this is, she was, and she was alone.

"Listen, I know things between us have been a little rough, but I want you to know that, that baby meant as much to me as I'm sure it did to you." Shane said trying hard to hide a smirk.

Jaime was growing nauseous. It was now a common occurrence everytime she ran into Shane. Shane continued.

"Mark should pay for everything he's put you through. This whole miscarriage thing is his fault. I know you don't want to hear it Jaime, especially from me, but you're better off without him." Shane finished.

What the hell is he talking about? Does he not realize that me and Mark are back together? Jaime thought to herself.

"Go to hell Shane. Mark is more of a man than you will ever be." Jaime spat and then threw her plate of food at him just to emphasize the point.

The famous McMahon smirk was now visible on Shane's face as he wiped whatever food was left on his suit and tie. The fact that he could so easily get a rise out of Jaime amused him. He was actually enjoying how angry she was getting. As long as it didn't result in a kick to the groin like the last time they ran into each other, he would continue to mess with Jaime's head. He was truly convinced that she would want him just as bad as he wanted her. It would only take a little charm and convincing that Mark would never be able to make her happy like he could. Especially in the sack.

As Shane's eyes ran over Jaime's body and then stopped momentarily to study her breast, Jaime looked around to see if there was anyone near. Still no one.

"Jaime, if you weren't attracted to me you never would have slept with me in the first place. I can give you what you want." Shane replied stepping closer to her.

Then slowly Shane tilted his head slightly to kiss her on the lips. She immediately slapped him in the face.

Shane's head twisted backwards from the impact. Fucking bitch, he thought to himself, but the words never escaped his lips.

"Don't make me sick Shane." Jaime replied.

"Okay, how about if I just cut right to the chase and make you moan like you did that night I got you pregnant. Just because you lost one baby doesn't mean we can't try to make another one." Shane replied smugly just before he grabbed both her arms in order to keep her from hitting him again., and then pushed her back until he was practically on top of her and she was laying down on the table where food lie.

As Jaime struggled beneath Shane's weight, Shane pressed his lips against hers and then quickly moved a hand to caress her breast. This however was all the action Shane would get from Jaime as he felt a hand violently pull him away from her and then slam him against the opposite wall.

As soon as Jaime felt Shane's weight lifted from her she opened her eyes in time to see him land hard to the ground with Mark standing over him ready to inflict more damage.

Shane held up his hands in innocence.

"Mark, what the fuck are you doing here? You're on suspension." Shane replied, shocked to see Mark even at the arena.

"You and your dad need to talk more often boy." Mark responded and then grabbed Shane by the collar and lifted him to his feet.

"What do you mean?" Shane stuttered out.

"I mean Vince and I just had a little conversation. He didn't look too happy by the time we were though." Mark replied as he gave Shane a good hard shake at the end.

A deer in headlights look came over Shane's face as he looked into the man known has The Undertaker's squinting eyes.

"Listen Mark, let me go. I wasn't going to do anything, Jaime and I were just talking." Shane begged. He now realized that whatever power he had being Vince's son was now gone. It had suddenly become painfully apparent to Shane that his father's loyalty in this matter was with Mark.

Mark smirked in Shane's direction.

"Okay boy, I'll let you go, but let me make one thing clear. If you ever fucking touch Jaime again I'll make sure you pay for the rest of your miserable life. By the time I'm through with you Vince will wish he never had a son, and your entire trust fund, share holdings, stock ownership and everything else will be gone." Mark threatened, shoving Shane away from him, and watched as Shane's back crashed hard against the wall. The pained expression on Shane's face confirming the impact of the shove.

Mark may not have had the answers to everything, but there was one thing he learned after twenty plus years of wrestling. The best way to make a McMahon suffer is through their pocketbooks. And Mark had done just that with Shane. During his conversation with Vince, Mark told Vince that if Shane doesn't stay away from him and Jaime, he would quit the company and go to every wrestling internet site he could find to spill all of the McMahon's dirty little secrets, including the details of how Jaime actually got pregnant. That alone was enough to send Vince through the roof, and Shane would find out soon enough just how angry Vince could get as he hurried off to find him.

Jaime collected herself as best she could as Mark now directed his attention in her direction. She brushed herself off and pulled the hair away from her face.

"You okay?" Mark asked her as he gently stroked her cheek with the back of his hand.

Jaime shook her head yes and then wiped away a tear. She was terrified of what might have happened had Mark not been there.

"Oh my God Mark, is it over?" She asked. And by "it" she meant everything. Shane, the secrets, the heartaches, the jealousy, everything.

Mark stared into Jaime's eyes. He thought for a moment. But also wanted to embellish the tenderness in her face. How anyone could hurt such a beautiful woman was beyond him, and he vowed to himself in that very moment, that he would never intentionally hurt her again.

"I can't promise you anything thing Jaime, but yeah, it's over." Mark replied simply and then took her into his arms.

As Jaime rested the side of her face into Mark's chest she knew exactly what he meant. He was a man of few words, but there was never anything hiding between them. Mark and Jaime had fought through all the crap, what lie ahead of them was the future. There would be no more misunderstandings. There would be no more outside interferences. If anyone was going to break them up now it would be them, and in Mark's mind, that just wasn't going to happen.

The End?

A/N: So what do you think, is this the end? I really hope you enjoyed this story and I would love to hear your feedback. It's been very helpful and makes it so much more fun to continue writing. Thank you everyone!!!