Hello, lovely readers!

I'm putting the chapter up a day early this week as I know tomorrow in Thanksgiving for my American readers. So I hope you all have a lovely day and eat lots of yummy food! Updates will return to Thursdays as of next week.

IowaAmbroseGirl – There's definitely a hint of jealousy there

Raquel the writer – Thank you so much!

Labinnacslove – Georgie was always going to have back-up, especially from her old friends at NXT

Titans8 – I think he is

Espeon44 – You'll have to find out

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Nattiebroskette – Sami is a good friend of Georgie's so it's only natural for him to step up. And there may be some jealousy there

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Rkosgirl1 – There was jealousy there for sure. Maybe he is seeing her in a new light

Ambroserollinsgirl – His opinion of her has changed but we will slowly see by how much

Tantoune – Randy is a stubborn SOB, he doesn't give up. And he doesn't look favourably upon Georgie and Sami's friendship, does he?

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KaylsDaughterOfHades – I think Georgie has shook Dean in a way he didn't expect, especially after his past and his wariness of women. He very untrusting so seeing someone so close to his team mates his back up

Ambrose-kohli-girl - He's certainly acting that way!

This chapter is named after 'Attack' by 30 Seconds To Mars

Georgina Hale's Point of View

The beers sat in front of the four of us on Saturday evening were well needed and well deserved. We had worked hard this week with live shows and media commitments, so a break and a beer were what we needed to help top the week off. So a trip out to a local bar was what we decided to do.

It was something we'd become quite used to, going to bars and getting drinks in our down time. Our days were usually so full on with training, media and preparing for shows that the only downtime we tended to get apart from our days off was the evenings after a show. And since most places were closed, the only places to go really were clubs and bars.

It beat looking at the four walls of our hotel rooms and it gave us chance to socialise and talk about anything other than work or what went on there. After the run-ins we'd had with Randy and Charlotte, we just wanted to go out for a drink, relax, and talk about anything else.

"You guys still coming to stay at mine in a fortnight?" Dean asked as we sipped on our beers.

"If you'll still have us," Seth said.

"I'm asking Gal to come up to Vegas for a few days too if that's cool," inquired Roman.

"Sure," said Dean. "We can make room for her or you guys can sort a hotel out."

"I'm gonna try and fly Zahra over too if it's possible," added Seth.

"I'm gonna have a fucking house-full!" noted Dean.

"What's happening in two weeks?" I asked curiously.

"Raw is in Vegas," explained Seth. "Whenever the shows are in the cities we live, we all tend to crash at each other's places rather than rent hotel rooms. It's cheaper and allows us to let loose more. And since it's in Vegas, we're staying at Dean's."

"All of us," said Dean.

"Like, me too?" I asked.

"Sure," he shrugged. "Why not? You're part of the team and we can easily make room."

"Wow, thanks, guys!" I grinned. "That sounds awesome!"

"Makes it easier to relax too," explained Roman. "Means we don't have to live out of a suitcase and we'll have everything we need without having to call down to some guy at reception."

"Will there be enough room for me?" I asked.

"We can make room," said Dean. "May have to invest in a camp bed or something. But we'll manage."

This piece of information really excited me. Their invitation was like a fully fledged acceptance. Things had been going wonderfully this last week or so, which meant I didn't doubt their acceptance once. But now it was official, it was complete, I was part of the team. Long gone were the days were I was the outsider who only part of the team liked. I was now a fourth member, they all had my back, and I was being invited into one of their homes were I would meet their wives and girlfriends.

The happiness that flooded my body felt pretty damn good.

"Then it's sorted," grinned Seth, taking a large gulp of beer. "I can't wait."

The night continued on in wonderful spirits after that, all of us laughing and giggling, telling stories and bonding like we should be. It was only my phone ringing in my pocket that broke me away from the group. I looked down at the caller ID, seeing it was my mom.

"I gotta take this," I told the guys, standing from my seat. "I'll go outside, it's quieter."

They all bid me goodbye and I rushed out into the cold night air, answering the phone and raising it to my ear. The bar had been so noisy so it was much easier to hear my mom from here.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Georgina!" my mom's lively and happy voice greeted me. "There's the voice of my baby girl!"

I couldn't help the smile that landed on my lips. "Hey, mom."

"Hi, sweetheart," she said. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything or calling too late. I just wanted to call you and check in on you."

"No, I'm good to talk," I assured her, loving any chats that I got with the wonderful woman who raised me. "How's things back home?"

"Things are wonderful!" she beamed. "You'll never guess what happened? Roxy is pregnant! I'm gonna be a grandma!"

Roxy was my mom's cat, and when she wasn't doting on me, she was doting on her four legged friend. I couldn't stand the thing but mom was the exact opposite. She treated the poor creature like a child, but my mom loved her so I usually humored her obsession.

"Guess that makes me an aunt," I smirked as I rested against the wall of the bar. "How is the little rat?"

"Cat, sweetheart, cat," she corrected me. "She's doing fine. The vet says I have to keep her in for a few days but it's confirmed she's having kittens."

"Well I hope it all goes well," I said, knowing how happy the whiny little shit made my mother. I was a dog person, hands down. Cats just weren't my cup of tea like they were hers.

"How's things with you?" she asked. "Those boys playing nice?"

"They are actually," I said brightly, glad for the change of subject. "I've finally got Dean on side at long last."

"Oh, baby, that's fantastic!" she said brightly. "Didn't I tell you it would all be good in the end?"

"You did, mom," I said in admittance. "And now I have all three on the same page."

My mom was always right about these things. That's why I took her advice during our last phone call and put in an extra effort with Dean. And it had worked. All three Shield members liked me and I was exactly where I wanted to be.

"And how's your back?" she asked. "That horrible bald man hit you didn't he?"

"It's good," I replied, thinking back to Raw the other week when Randy hit me straight in the back with that chair. The thing fucking killed. "I'm fully recovered now."

"Good," she says. "I don't like that Orton man. His teeth are too small and his tattoos look ridiculous. Never trust a man with a tattoo, honey."

"But what about Roman?" I asked. "He has a tattoo."

"But he's good looking, sweetheart," she told me. "And I would trust any man with pretty eyes like his. So he doesn't count."

I suppressed my laughter, the conversations with my mother always putting me in a good mood. The woman just had this natural kindness and brightness about her that it was impossible to be sad when talking to her. She always knew the right things to say and the best ways to say them. She was the best mother a girl could ever ask for.

But my conversation soon ended and my mouth was instantly silenced when I looked up to see none other than Randy Orton and Charlotte Flair standing across the street from me.

Where have they come from…?

My eyes widened, my good mood vanishing in a seconds as I saw them walking towards me, their eyes fixed on me.

Shit… This can't be good…

"Listen, mom, I'll have to call you back," I said, my eyes never leaving them as they drew closer. "Some work stuff has come up."

"Okay, honey, I'll call you later in the week," she said sweetly. "Love you."

"Love you too," I replied before I hung up and slid my phone into my pocket.

"Miss Hale," Randy greeted me once they finally reached me.

"You must have a death wish or something," I said to them. "Approaching me three times in one week is risky stuff."

"I guess I just can't stay away," he smirked, looking to Charlotte. "Neither of us can."

"Look, I don't want any trouble," I said. "I came here for a quiet drink, nothing more. Any issues you have can be sorted in the ring on Monday."

"See, I thought that too," said Randy as he scratched his chin with his long fingers. "That was until that little team mate of yours threatened me. My neck still isn't right."

I looked at his throat, the marks visible even in the night light. They had faded over the week but they were still present.

"You brought that on yourself," I reminded him. "You had no business approaching me in the club like that."

"I did nothing wrong," he told me. "I simply spoke to you, that's all."

"This is you, Randy," I said. "The man who hit me in the back with a chair. Your intentions were hardly innocent."

"Maybe you deserved it," said Charlotte, my brown eyes flickering over to her. "Maybe after the stunt you pulled during your debut you deserved to be put in your place."

I thought back all those weeks to my first time in that ring where I hit Charlotte square in the jaw with a superkick.

"And maybe you deserved that," I suggested.

"Why you little… I am the Women's Champion!" she said, raising her voice. She took a step towards me but Orton held out his arm, pulling her back.

"Still got that determination and confidence," he smirked. "Even when you're clearly outnumbered, you don't back down. You sure you don't wanna take me up on that offer of joining The Authority?"

I scoffed at his words.

"Eat shit, Orton."

He chuckled at my words, looking down at the floor before looking back up at me.

"That's exactly the response I expected. But regardless of that, I still want a bit of redemption for what happened this past week. For the way Ambrose threatened me. For the way I was embarrassed in front of everyone at the Performance Center. For the way you play that pretty little mouth of yours at me even though you've been here five minutes."

I swallowed nervously, his words not sitting well with me. His voice was calm and level, but there was a lot of hate and venom behind them. Randy Orton was a frightening man and I knew I was now learning he was also not a man to be messed with.

"Save it for the ring," I suggested, wishing he would let this go. Any issues could surely be settled in a match on Raw or Smackdown.

"Ambrose didn't so why should I?" he asked me.

"Maybe she needs to pay and learn who runs this place," smirked Charlotte, the taller woman taking large strides until she stood right in front of me.

"My thoughts exactly," agreed Randy.

"You… You wouldn't dare," I said, my hands trembling at my sides, my breaths coming out in short sharp gasps. What were they going to do? What was about to happen? I had a funny feeling I was about to find out.

"Try us," seethed Randy before out of nowhere Charlotte grabbed me by my long hair, pulling harshly on the strands before throwing me bluntly to the ground. The back of my head hit off the hard concrete below, an almighty scream leaving my mouth as my vision went blurred and my head went dizzy from the impact.

I hardly had time to know what was going on before I felt the rough and hard jabs of them kicking me wherever they could. My back, my ribs, my legs, every inch of my body writhing in pain as kick after kick landed on my sensitive skin. I tried to get to my feet and fight back but it was useless, my body falling over again from the dizziness.

I cried out as Charlotte's boot landed directly on my face, warm and wet blood dripping from my nose.

What the fuck were they doing? What the hell had I done to deserve this? It was a two on one fight outside of a bar where I had zero defense and no way to fight back. Yes, what Moxley had done was horrible, but it didn't deserve this. If Orton had an issue, then have it out with the team, don't corner the weakest member of the group on her own and beat the utter shit out of her.

But this should have been expected really. This was Randy Orton and this was The Authority. Since when did they ever play fair?

I wanted to cry, I wanted to sob, I wanted to run away and lock myself up somewhere that I couldn't get hurt. My body was trembling, pure fear, terror and horror flowing through my veins. I didn't know what was happening, I didn't know what to do. I just wanted my mom, I wanted to get away, I wanted it to stop and for them to leave me alone.

Never did I think these people were so capable of something so horrible and I could honestly say it was the most terrifying and horrible moment of my life.

I wasn't sure how long they were attacking me for but it felt like it went on for hours when in actuality it was probably only a minute. I felt battered and bruised, every single inch of my body on fire as pain seared through me. I'd take a thousand chair shots than have to deal with this. I wouldn't be surprised if something was broken. My head felt out of it, a vicious pounding causing my temples to ache. It was like hell on earth.

And then it stopped, my blurred vision seeing their heads whip round in another direction. They were still for a minute before they stepped away, running off out of my line of vision, the sound of their feet getting quieter as they ran away and left me.

I didn't know why at first, but I soon got my answer as I turned my head to see.

The last thing I remembered was Roman Reigns running urgently over to me before everything went black.

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