Chapter 21

The plane arrived hours later and it was in the early morning, the time difference was definitely not kind to them. Not surprised at the sight of John as soon as Lavani walked through the terminal, Jay reluctantly parted ways with her as she headed toward her boss. Going slow to milk the fact she was 'recovering' from her illness, Lavani pulled it off perfectly, a gentle smile on her face.

"You're not still sick, are you?" John demanded anxiously when he seen her, taking in the way she was walking, as if she were tired and not feeling well at all. "You're not going to puke, are you?" He then fired off, having had to pay a serious arm and a leg just to get the limo from Japan professionally cleaned and the rental company had been threatening to charge him more because of the lingering 'odor'.

He had a tarp waiting, just in case.

"If I was still sick, they wouldn't have cleared me to come back to the states, John." Lavani retorted with a roll of her eyes, walking past him to retrieve her bags from the luggage area, starting to roll it behind her. "And no, I'm not going to vomit again, but they did tell me to take it easy for the next few days until the virus is fully gone." That meant John wouldn't kiss her because he would think she still had the virus inside of her. "They did clear me to do my job though, as long as I don't do anything strenuous, which valeting usually isn't."

John wasn't worried about catching anything anymore, he knew she had been pumped full of antibiotics and those usually took twenty four to forty eight hours before the person was no longer contagious. He just didn't want her puking around him, or on his stuff, anymore. Eyes full of concern, he approached her, took her rolling case from her, pulling it himself and wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

"You sure you feel up to working, honey?" Back to the honey tone, as if they hadn't fought before going to Japan, or as if she hadn't thrown up in his limousine, John's plan was still underway to have her.

"Yes, if it was a house show, I would ask if I could sit out for it, but it's Smackdown! and my appearance is crucial to your domination over the corpse. Besides," Lavani stopped and turned to face him, staring up into his dark eyes as a soft smile flitted across her lips. "I've had a lot of time to think the past few days since my unfortunate illness and...I do want to get to know you, John. I'm sorry for acting the way I did, but I was really hurt because I thought you didn't want me, that you changed your mind. I was stupid, I'm just scared of getting hurt again and I hope you understand that." Lavani slowly cupped his face in her hand before letting it run down the side of his neck down his dress shirt covered chest, her eyes never leaving his. "I want to make it up to you tonight, after the show. You and me, in one of those suites completely alone and I'll make everything up to you. I'll give you anything you want. What do you think, hmm?"

"I think that's a fine idea honey, but..."

John caught her hands gently in his, raising them up and pressed a kiss to the back of each hand before letting go. Reaching for the luggage again, Lavani guided his arm around her once more, steering her down the crowded aisle. As much as he hated doing this, it just wouldn't do for her to relapse because of what would definitely be a passionate exhausting night. John would feel a bit bad doing that to her.

"With you still feeling a bit under the weather, I think you ought to be at full health before we...take our relationship up a level."

"Whatever you think is best, John."

Lavani let him guide her out of the airport and slipped inside the waiting limousine, this time not vomiting. She let out a yawn and leaned against John since his arm wrapped around her, closing her eyes. She was surprised he didn't say anything else to her and figured he wanted her to fully recover from her illness. Her eyes opened when the limousine stopped and Lavani took John's hand, stepping out while the driver got their bags.

She wasn't surprised that he booked her a room for herself. John instructed her to get some rest and he'd see her tonight at the arena before leaving the hotel again to go get a workout in. Apparently, this hotel didn't have a workout gym like the other ones. Once Lavani was in her room alone, she plopped down on the bed and felt like half a weight was lifted off of her. When tonight was over and she was back with Taker for good, there would be no more weight left.

Taker was making his own preparations, knowing tonight had and would go off without a hitch. Jay had called him to let him know that Lavani had been met by Bradshaw at the airport, not surprised in the least. He was confident in her abilities to keep the lecher away, though remained a bit dubious when it came to her methods. Sincerely hoping he wasn't going to have her puking peroxide on him after the show tonight, Taker stroked his chin in thought.

Given that he would be 'kidnapping' the personal valet of Layfield, he had to make arrangements for travel and a place to lie low, knowing Bradshaw would probably hunt for her. Considering the man already done one thing Taker hadn't been able to: find Lavani. He wouldn't be finding her this time, not until she was damn good and ready to be found.

This was it.

Lavani stared back in the mirror and took a deep breath, hoping what she picked out to wear wasn't TOO sexy. It was a sleek and form fitting dress that had a soft black lace overlay with sleeves and a beige tank dress attached beneath, which created a sexy nude illusion. It had a round neckline, keyhole back and fit her curves snugly. It went two inches above the knee and she had black open-toed heels on her feet.

Lavani straightened her hair, making it look soft and shiny, her bangs angled for style. Her toffee eyes were outlined black, clear gloss on her lips and big silver hoop earrings dangling from her ears, a simple silver bangle bracelet on her wrist. When a knock sounded at the door, Lavani knew it was John as she looked in the mirror one final time before walking over to answer it.

John was looking down the corridor when she answered the door, wearing one of his tailored to fit, expensive suits and white Stetson. He was smiling broadly when he turned to look down at her, the smile slipping when he seen what she was wearing. Or what, at first, he thought she wasn't wearing. He hitched the smile firmly back into place, really regretting turning down her offer for later tonight. Reaching out, he took her hand and gave her a gentle twirl, eyes instantly zooming in on her curvy backside.

"You are looking...very healthy." John said slowly, unable to keep his voice from dropping to a husky drawl.

"I'm feeling a lot better." Lavani was more than better, she felt as if everything was falling into place, smiling widely. "I am SO ready to get back to work."

Shutting her hotel room door, Lavani had already texted Taker to let her know which room she was in so he could grab her things before the kidnapping. They walked toward the elevators and Lavani could still feel John's eyes practically devouring her whole, not able to wipe the smile from her face. He must've been regretting passing up her offer to spend the night together. Even though it would've never happened anyway, but it was her way of getting back in his good graces.

"You ready for tonight?"

"Yes I am, honey." John was not, kicking himself mentally in the rear end for passing up her offer, for passing up on her. But she had still looked frail and a bit sick earlier! Now she looked as healthy as a horse and way beyond sultry...women! "How about you?"

He had officially become Taker's bitch and, after tonight, would be returning to his own schedule. As it was, Taker had forwarded him Lavani's text and earlier in the evening had provided him with a 'skeleton' key card. Jay didn't even want to know how the man had gotten it or what he was currently doing, just following orders.

"Born ready." Lavani assured him, having taken a nice long nap before getting ready and took thought in picking out her outfit.

The dress didn't show anything, she wasn't nude because the material clearly covered all of her. It was sexy, but also still professional as far as she was concerned. Not to mention, she wanted to wear something for Taker on their first official night back together.

Once they arrived at the arena, Lavani started getting a little nervous because she had no idea what Taker had planned as far as the actual kidnapping went. John was busy looking over the script while pacing back and forth in the locker room, having a simple promo scheduled, no match and Lavani left him alone to do that. Though, John had a little surprise for her that Lavani wouldn't enjoy. She looked up when the door opened, feeling her toffee eyes widen at the sight of none other than her ex-friend and roommate, Tracy.

"What is SHE doing here?" Lavani demanded angrily.

Standing up from the couch, fire instantly flashed through her toffee eyes. John was instantly at Lavani's side, gently but firmly taking her by the hand in case she tried attacking the other woman. He knew they had a bit of a history, however, this was strictly business.

"She's here at my invitation. Now, Lava, honey..." He gently turned her to face him when he seen her face turning an even deeper shade of red. "You asked me not to use you and, what happened, to play games with Taker, which I haven't. I'm not even going to say a word about any of that, and neither is Tracy, she's just here." Because Taker would see her and that would totally screw up his mindset.

Both of his women allied with him…John inwardly smirked.

The audacity of this prick to first track her down to bring her back to the company, all to play a mind game on Taker that backfired, and then to bring back the whore that split them up in the first damn place was unbelievable! Lavani was livid and it showed in her eyes, wanting to rip Tracy apart. No wonder the bitch hadn't returned her calls! Lavani couldn't blow this now, not when she was so close to being back with Taker and took a deep breath, pulling her hand away from John's. Her eyes clearly sent promises to the woman that involved future pain and deadly intentions, though the smile never left her face.

"As long as she doesn't mention a word about what happened, I'm fine." Lavani said, watching as John smiled down at her appreciatively and turned her cold gaze toward Tracy.

Tracy read those evil intentions in ice cold toffee eyes quite clearly and all she could think was that it was great John wasn't going to let her get her ass handed to her because Lavani looked ready to murder. She was here for the money. It was an obscene amount of money and she had also been a bit curious about seeing Lavani again. Curiosity was abated.

"Nobody is going to do anything, honey." John reassured her, totally missing the promising death look Tracy was receiving.

Staying silent until it was time to go out to the ring, Lavani plastered on a sweet smile and looped her arm through Tracy's, winking over her shoulder at a startled John. "No worries, I'm just trying to be nice to her." She reasoned, looking over at a nervous Tracy and patted her hand three times none too gently. "We're going to be very CLOSE."

Keep friends close and enemies closer...That's exactly what Lavani was doing as they slipped into John's limousine for his ring entrance. John sat in the middle with Lavani on one side and Tracy on the other, his arms around both of them. Whatever Taker had planned tonight, Lavani hoped it was good and believable enough...and Tracy didn't ruin it with her mere whore presence.

Tracy was more than grateful that John was sitting in between them because Lavani hadn't gone easy on those pats and she hadn't missed the hidden meaning in the other woman's words. Lavani was obviously nursing a grudge. Tracy struggled briefly to hitch a mega-watt smile onto her face, knowing that's what John was expecting.

John had two beautiful women on his arms when they emerged from the limo and he hoped Taker was watching. No, he didn't need to mention the 'infidelity' or let Tracy say anything about it, just like he had promised Lavani he wouldn't. Tracy being there, along with Lavani, was SCREAMING it without saying a word.

Even by his standards, this was just dirty, and Taker honestly wished he had thought of it first...he tipped his hat to Layfield, shaking his head.

Lavani looped her arm through Tracy's instantly, walking ahead of John since he ushered for them to do so, smiling at the fans. Though on the inside, all she wanted to do was kill this bitch. She could tell just by the look in Tracy's eyes that she had lied about screwing Taker weeks before her appearance with Brock Lesnar and Paul Heyman.

She did not even have to question it anymore, it was a simple fact. They both slid into the ring through the bottom rope, after Lavani reluctantly released Tracy's arm and stood there while John stepped into the ring after them, walking over to grab a microphone. All Lavani could do was stand there and wait, clapping for John and hoped Taker hadn't changed his mind about taking her away.

There was something wrong about this and, for the life of her, Tracy could not put her finger on it. Of course, that was also probably her guilt and paranoia talking since it was more than obvious that Lavani no longer believed her lie. She hadn't been lying about sleeping with Mark. She had been lying about how many times she had slept with him and the time frame. Lavani now knew all that and Tracy wanted to know what had changed her mind.

Taker hadn't let them dim the lights or play his music. That was to be expected. What was not expected was him watching on the extremely tiny television he held in his hand as John walked directly over the spot he was resting under. Setting aside the monitor, Taker reached for the knife and discreetly cut a slash in the canvas, just enough for him to work with.

Tracy began screaming her head off when John's promo went from him bragging to yelling and cursing. A leather black gloved hand shot through the canvas and grabbed John by the leg, followed by a heavily tattooed arm emerging. Before they knew it, the rest of the body the arm belonged to was revealed as the Undertaker.

This was DEFINITELY not expected and it actually startled Lavani to say the least, pulling Tracy away from John as he began being dragged down the hole of the canvas. What the hell was Lavani supposed to do? She locked eyes with Taker briefly and rushed over to grab John's hands, instantly falling to the canvas while Taker continued to drag him. John locked eyes with her next and Lavani knew what was coming, her jaw dropping when he grabbed her by the arm and tossed her behind him right into Taker, which made him instantly release John's leg.

"JOHN!" Lavani screamed as Taker wrapped one arm around her waist, the other hand covering her mouth as he dragged her directly under the ring, the arena being blanketed in darkness.

"OH MY GOD! LAVANI WAS JUST DRAGGED TO HELL!" Michael Cole squealed in his headset, looking over at his partner, Tazz, who looked equally shocked.

"STRAIGHT to hell, Cole."