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Sorry for taking so long with the updates-the end of the semester hit and it was crunch time with all the assignments due. But, everything has been turned in and for the next month and a half I can dedicate myself to "The Other Daughter" and to "No Son of Mine". "No Son of Mine" is a challenge that Devin presented to me awhile back and I now have the time to write it. The prologue is up so check it out.

DISCLAIMER: I own no one from the WWE. I only own my characters.

CHAPTER 21: Talk to Me

"Well, if it isn't the devil himself, Vince McMahon." Mama Calaway said her nose in the air.

"Edna, always a pleasure" Vince said, looking contempt.

"And who is this…mighty fine piece of a man?" Mama Calaway asked Hunter, smiling.

"This is Paul Levesque, one of my top wrestlers." Vince said, still looking contempt.

Mama Calaway started circling a petrified Hunter who was trying to edge closer to Vince without being too conspicuous.

"Welcome to my home, honey" Mama Calaway said, licking her lips "you can call me mama."

I saw the chills fly up Hunter's spine.

"Edna, who the hell is here in this damn weather…" Big Daddy stopped when he saw Vince and Hunter standing in the living room.

"Bill" Vince said.

Big Daddy didn't as so much nod his head.

"Edna, Bill I am sorry to have to disturb your dinner but it is important that I speak to Aubrey…immediately."

Big Daddy visibly stiffened.

"No."

"Bill" Mama Calaway warned, turning to Vince.

"Vince, you and Aubrey can talk in her room, second door to the left upstairs."

Vince nodded his thanks and looked at me. I looked at Big Daddy who was stoned face.

Reluctantly, I started climbing the stairs, Vince behind me.

We walked into my room. Vince silently closed the door.

Vince picked me up off the bed and hugged me, mid air, as tight as he could.

"Aubrey Jennifer McMahon, if you ever, EVER, run away like that again, I will kill you! Do you understand me, young lady?"

"Yes" I answered meekly, hugging him even tighter.

Vince put me down and we sat on the bed.

"How did you find me?" I asked, holding his arm.

Vince sighed.

"You always came here when you were in trouble, even as a kid. It was the first place I looked."

Vince stood up and started pacing the room.

"Aubrey, I want you to know that…this situation does not change anything in regards to what your Uncle Pete bequeathed to you. I spoke with Mr. Burbage and he said that the will is ironclad: you consented to work for me to receive your inheritance and you must finish what you started. For what it's worth…I know Pete considers you his niece…blood or not."

I gave him a weak smile that quickly faded.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Vince sat back down on the bed, next to me. He put my hands into his and looked into my eyes.

"Honey, I didn't know. I always thought that…you were my baby, my little Aubrey. I know that you and I didn't always get along but you were mine and I never questioned it until…well."

Vince looked at me, still holding my hands. I looked at the ceiling but the tears came pouring down anyway.

"Oh baby" Vince said, hugging me to his chest. I sobbed into his suit, my tears turning to anger.

"Huh?" Vince asked, looking down.

"I said I never want to see that fucking bitch again!" I yelled.

"That makes two of us" Vince murmured.

I looked at Vince. There was no way….

"Are you telling me, are you telling me that you and her are getting divorce?"

"I filed the divorce papers yesterday. I haven't spoken to your brother or to your sister yet. About anything" he finished.

"What about her inheritance?" I asked.

"To hell with it. She doesn't need that inheritance anymore than I do."

I leaped off the bed and started pacing the room.

"What about…him? I can't go back to work because he'll be there and-"

Vince waved his hand.

"No, he won't be there. I suspended him indefinitely and I filed a temporary restraining order on your behalf that requires him to stay a minimum of five thousand yards away from you."

My jaw was on the ground.

"When did you grow some balls?"

"Excuse me?" Vince said, giving me a funny look.

"It's just that…you've never, ever stood up to mom, I mean Linda, and The Undertaker."

Vince gave me a wry smile.

"Honey, when someone attacks my kids, my balls are made of steel."

Vince walked over to me and put his hands on my shoulders.

"You will be flying out of Texas at 9a.m. tomorrow morning with Hunter and me. We're going to Toronto. Now, if you will excuse me, I have to go save Hunter from Edna Calaway."

In two strides, he was at the door.

"Wait" I said.

Vince turned and looked at me.

"Yes?"

"No matter what happens, you'll always be my dad. Always."

He gave me a smile and left.

He didn't want me to see the single tear that rolled down his cheek.