I made no money from this. For entertainment purposes only. Roman Reigns and all other mentioned WWE superstars are the intellectual property of the WWE.

A/N: Hey if you guys haven't seen it yet, check out my other fic I just started on, Demons of Death Valley, MC. Imagine all your favorite, sexy WWE superstars as bikers… Intrigued? I know right? Roman Reigns in leather… Oooh… Go read it, please!

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A loud banging at the front door had Sophia groaning under the comforter of her bed. Her head began pounding something fierce. Too much moonshine. It wasn't like she didn't know better. She couldn't handle her liquor worth a damn.

The second round of banging was worse. It sounded so much louder in her alcohol addled head. She stuffed her head in between two pillows hoping to drown out the noise and hopefully she'd drift off to sleep. Unfortunately for her, luck was not on her side. When the third banging started, Sophia sat up in a huff. She looked at the clock sitting on her bedside table.

3:15 AM was glaring back at her in big, red letters. She ran a hand down her face.

Obviously, waiting the intruder out in the hopes that they'll leave, wasn't gonna work. Throwing off her blanket, Sophia slipped her feet into her slippers and shuffled down the stairs.

*BANG, BANG*

"I'm coming goddamit!"

Before she passed the round mirror decorating the foyer wall, she stopped and checked her appearance. It could be Roman come back to beg for her forgiveness.

She reached the heavy door and yanked it open. The person that stood on the other side was the last person Sophia thought she'd ever see.

"Jackson..."

"Hello Sophia. I've missed ya."

...

"Why are you here, Jackson? I don't have any money to give you."

After recovering from the initial shock of seeing her ex husband, Sophia invited him inside. They now sat in the living room awkwardly. Sophia just assumed that Jackson was there for money. After all that was the only reason he ever stopped by after the divorce. Not to see Taylor, but for booze money. She was becoming angry all over again. This man almost ruined their lives and now he has the nerve to come back.

"No. I ain't here for money, but from the looks of things," Jackson gave an exaggerated look around the room, "Seems like you got plenty to spare."

"Like I said. I've got nothing for you."

"Oh come one now, Sophie-"

"Don't. Don't you call me that." She said, voice wavering. "You lost your right to do so a long time ago."

Jackson held his hands up in mock surrender. "Yes ma'am." He saluted her. Sophia was beginning to lose her patience.

"What the fuck do you want, Jackson? I told you I don't have money to give you. What else could you want?" Sophia's eyes widened in horror. "Are you back here for- for us?... No. Hell no, Jackson! Not after all you've done! You almost destroyed us."

The man rolled his eyes. "Don't flatter yourself, woman. And cut the innocent victim bullshit! You knew good and well what the hell went on in this house. Don't sit there and act like you didn't know! But you were too worried about our fucking career and sleeping with other men! Weren't you?!"

Sophia hung her head in shame and chose to remain silent.

"Yeah! That's what the fuck I thought! Fucking slut you are! Why did I even marry you? Oh yeah because I fucked up and got your whore ass pregnant! What a dumbass I was! I shoulda never-!"

"What?! You shoulda' never what, Jackson?! Slept with me? Got me pregnant? Stuck around for as long as you did? Put your filthy hands on our daughter? What?!" Sophia stood, furious. A mask of rage on her face. "Fine! I'll admit it! I'm a horrible mother! I never should've had Taylor! I didn't even want her… At first… But then she got here and she lit my world up with her smile… And, and I got scared… Beautiful things never last and I just knew I would screw her up! So I left her alone… And she was better off that way…" Sophia collapsed back into her chair, her headache returned 10x worse.

"Well at least you're being honest for once." Jackson hissed.

"What do you want, Jackson?" She said exhaustedly.

"I wanna speak to your boyfriend!"

"What? What are you talkin' about?"

"The long haired, pretty motherfucker that was here last time showed up."

"Wait a minute. When were you here last?"

Jackson looked at her confused. "I came over here a few months ago lookin' for you and Taylor opened the door. Said you weren't here and she wouldn't give me any money and it got ugly. Then that big motherucker came down here and knocked me on my ass."

"They never told me…"

"Either way… I wanna talk to him."

"He's not here."

"Well when will he be back?"

"Never. We broke up a lil' ways back."

Once again, Jackson was lost. How could they've been broken up? Then why did he see…? Realization dawned on Jackson. Sophia didn't know. A sinister smirk worked its way across Jackson's face. This blessing had come in disguise. He'd gained another opportunity to wreak havoc in his whore ex's life once more.

"Oh. So you don't know then?"

"Know what?" Sophia asked, She didn't like the look on Jackson's face. It spelled bad things.

"If you and the pretty boy-"

"Roman."

"What?"

"His name is Roman."

"Okay, whatever. Roman, If you and Roman aren't together, why's it I seen him and some white guy with Taylor at the theatre earlier yesterday evenin'?"

Sophia gaped at him. "That's impossible. You don't know what you're talkin' about. She's with her friends tonight. And Roman's gone. He-he left me"

"Then I guess Taylor either has a twin runnin' around in Louisiana somewhere that just happens to be hangin' around your ex beau or she's been lyin' to you."

"Shut the fuck up, Jackson,"

"Damn. How sad that has to be. Your ex finds your daughter more attractive than he does you."

"Shut up!"

"Think he's fuckin' her? He probably is. She is a very pretty girl. And is everything you ain't."

"I said SHUT. UP." Sophia screeched. "Get out! Get the hell out or I'll call the cops!"

"Don't shoot the messenger, baby. I know the truth hurts, but you don't have to be so mean."

Sophia threw a pillow off the plush couch at him. She didn't want to hear anymore of his lies. She was finished with Jackson and had been for a long time. She didn't want him trying to fill her head with lies. Was he lying? He had to be. More pillows were hurled.

"Out! Out! Get out!... Damn you!"

Jackson got up and walked to the front door. Happy that he planted the seed of doubt in Sophie's head. He felt the soft cushions hit his back and laughed. He opened the door and paused.

"Nice seein' ya, Sophie."

"Fuck you!" Jackson laughed and left.

Sophia paced the living room, lost in thought. She'd been up for several hours, thoughts plaguing her so terribly that she couldn't sleep. Jackson had lied to her. On his daughter of all people too. Selfish, evil bastard. Come here to say awful things about her, about Taylor. What was his plan? To make her resent her daughter? Drive her out of her mind with worry? Make her feel like a terrible mother? She didn't believe him. Couldn't believe him. There's no way Taylor would betray her like that. No. She would never. Should she check just to be sure? Maybe call David and Bo's folks to see if Taylor was where she said she would be? Nah… She trusted her daughter. Taylor never lied. And Roman… He wouldn't take advantage of Taylor. He was too nice of a guy. Right?

She paced around her cell phone for several minutes before giving into temptation. She dialed up David's mother first.

"Hey Carol! How are ya?

I'm great, hun. It's been awhile since I've heard from you? How you been?

"Never better, girl. I'm doin' good. Hey, uh, quick question.

Shoot.

"I was wondering. Is Taylor there with y'all? I think she mighta' mentioned meetin' up with David and Bo last night.

Uh, no. She isn't here. Bo came over with David last night and they've been hangin' around here.

No. Jackson was right. Taylor had been out with Roman and Dean. How could this be? Why?

Sophie. Is everything alright? Is she missing? Do we need to come over?

"Uh no, no. Oh! Look at that she was in her room the entire time. I guess she went to sleep early. Hehe. False alarm, Carol. Thanks for your concern."

No problem, dear. Don't be a stranger now. I'll see you at church alright?

"Yeah… Yeah, see ya then."

Sophia hung up the phone and slid down the wall and plopped down on the floor. Taylor lied to her. She was with Roman. If she had lied to her face last night, how long had she'd been lying to her? Was Jackson right? Were they sleeping together? And he had mentioned Dean. Christ. Could she be with both of them?

No. She wasn't gonna let this happen. She wasn't gonna let another man hurt her daughter ever again. She may have failed as a parent most of Taylor's life, especially where Jackson was concerned. but never again. She would put a stop to this. No matter what it took.

Sophia was going to protect her daughter.

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A/N: Oh boy… Cat's out of the bag now. And once again, give Demons of Death Valley, MC a read and a review. Tell me what you think! Roman Reigns, Dean Ambrose AND Seth Rollins as sexy bikers… Go give her a read… You know you wanna.