Chapter 21

Mark was out of his mind officially.

Angeni looked in the mirror and gaped, swallowing hard, hoping he realized what exactly he just made her wear. Or rather gave her to wear since she really didn't have anything in his colors right now. The corset top pushed her breasts up so the top of them showed and the skirt part of the dress went two inches above the knee, everything clinging to her like a second skin. Her wet hair hung haphazardly around her in wet waves, knowing she would need to get her makeup and hair done by the girls.

Mark also had two inch black heels that looked like they could stab someone if provoked and strapped up her calves. They looked dangerous, though Angeni liked them because she could use them if provoked by any of his minions. She walked out of the bathroom, tossing the box to the side and cleared her throat, gaining her husband's attention.

"I don't mean to question your…uh judgment, but are you SURE about this?"

Green eyes started at the top of her damp head and slowly worked their way down, feasting on the visual delight that was before him. Really regretting it that, in his current state, there was nothing he could do. Actually, he was suddenly very glad for his pain killer attempted overdose before because if by chance there was a surge of blood flowing down there, he couldn't feel it.

He knew if he could, it would probably be very painful due to the swelling and bruising. Then his gaze landed on the spiked heels, not so sure about that, but…benefit of the doubt. Taker was already cursing himself for being a fool, though she did look enticing in them.

"Does it not please you?"

"No, no of course not. I didn't mean it like that, I like it, skirt could be a bit longer, but it's fine." Angeni assured him with another smile, liking the heels even more as she looked them over once more, heading over to her bag to put her other clothes back in it. "Do you want me to head down to Tiffany so I can get my hair and makeup done?" The outfit alone told her she was going down to the ring with the Ministry tonight, her officially debut with the group. Angeni saw the hesitation in her husband's eyes and sighed gently, knowing they both had to gain trust for each other. "Who is going with me then so I can get it done?"

"Don't look at me." Paul groused when Taker shot him a look. "I just ran, from the Corporation…" Because he had delivered a lovely little packet to Vince and the man hadn't been thrilled. "You're all drugged up, you go."

Paul really must've been in a 'mood' to actually be ordering him around like that. He pushed himself out of the chair and nodded, looking down at Angeni. The rest of the Ministry had yet to return, so Taker had no alternative and had to be his wife's escort, not trusting her flighty ass.

They walked out and Angeni didn't pull away when Mark took her hand, lacing their fingers together. She would definitely need to get used to wearing this heels, but they did go perfectly with the outfit. She wondered who picked it out, glancing up at her husband and instantly bit her tongue from asking. She could be mean right now if she wanted to, deciding against it. When they arrived at the makeup/hair area, Tiffany turned three shades white, fear instantly entering her eyes.

"It's okay Tiff, I'm just here for my hair and makeup, I'm with the Ministry now."

"W-What?" She blinked, slowly looking up at Taker and then immediately moved her gaze back to Angeni. "What do you want done then?"

"Curled, left down and just do the normal makeup, only changing it from red to purple." She requested, leaning back in the chair, feeling Tiffany begin working her magic, tapping her black painted nails on the arms.

Taker had absolutely zero interest in this process. He did his own hair because, quite frankly, having someone else do it tended to distract from the whole Lord of Darkness thing and he wasn't having that. He simply leaned against one of the tables, arms folded over his massive chest as he watched Angeni settle back into the chair.

Tiffany really wanted to ask what was going on, but with the Deadman right there, no chance in hell.

"Contract switch, wanted to be with my husband instead of against him." Angeni had read Tiffany's thoughts apparently because the woman turned red in the face, smiling sweetly, sighing.

Of course that was a blatant lie, Mark owned her contract so Angeni was stuck with him for a year and decided to make the most of it. She didn't know what the future held for them, but they had come to some sort of reconciliation and agreement, keeping the peace between them. When Tiffany finished, Angeni was transformed into a gothic goddess with thick black eyeliner around her violet eyes with dark purple eye shadow that fanned out a little past her eyes in an Egyptian style.

Her lips were painted the same color of purple as her outfit, her face covered with foundation, which still had a yellowish tint to it. It would be gone within a day or two though. Her hair was dry and hung around her in loose raven curls that looked soft to the touch, reaching the middle of her back.

"Ready to go?" Angeni asked her husband, extending her hand to him willingly.

Taker snapped out of his thoughts and took her in, taking in the transformation the makeup had done. Her face was no longer yellow and sallow, but...and it was rather amazing to see the difference makeup made in a woman. She was always beautiful, with or without, in her usual or this gothic style. But…considering who he was, Taker was very vain.

Tiffany turned her back while the Undertaker devoured his wife with his eyes, only turning around when she heard their footsteps going in the opposite direction.

Angeni figured he approved of her appearance and headed back to the Ministry's locker room with him. They were stopped on the way by the rest of his followers, who didn't look that pleased with Angeni. She merely waved three fingers at them and flashed a sweet smile that did not reach her eyes, almost baring her teeth. Bradshaw was a message to each and every one of them not to screw with her and they were not allowed to touch her. Only Mark was and she wasn't afraid to break their noses or any parts of their anatomies if provoked.

"Excuse me gentlemen." She walked past them and inside the Ministry locker room, the door closing behind her.

"Taker…"

"We know she's your wife…"

"But the attitude thing…We do have to WORK with her."

"I'll handle it."

Taker sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. They all needed to be on the same page. This was his baby, he wasn't about to let the Ministry fall apart because of his wife. She'd have to learn how to co-exist with them and vice versa.

"Word of warning, anyone even looks at her wrong and what happened to Shaw will seem very minor compared to what I'll do."

When Taker came in and explained to her that they all had to be one unit, to get along without the attitude, Angeni nodded in understanding. "No problem." She could play nice with them and be a team player, there really was no choice for her. When he lifted her chin up with his hand gently and stared into her eyes, Angeni sighed softly, knowing he didn't fully trust her. "I promise I won't cause anymore tension, unless provoked."

That was the best she could do, refusing to become the Ministry's beating post and accepted a soft brush of his lips against hers. As long as Mark continued treating her this way, Angeni would have no problem sticking with him through the duration of her contract. She pulled out her book from her bag after he walked away to handle business and began reading, crossing one leg over the other.

"They've been warned." Taker informed her gravely.

He hadn't needed to verbally paint them a picture of the hell on earth he would unleash if they overstepped themselves. They already knew. He let the three Ministry members in, wondering if he should replace Bradshaw since lately the man had been spending more time in the hospital for his stupidity then actually doing his damn job.

She just nodded up at him and went back to reading, trying not to pay attention what they were talking about. When Stephanie came up however, Angeni had to stop herself from getting angry, knowing it was strictly business. Mark wasn't really marrying her, he was already taken in that aspect by her.

Though the princess didn't know that, but her father did...this could definitely pose as a problem. Deciding to let Mark handle it, she just continued reading her book, flipping to the next page while the Ministry strategized. They had two matches tonight, a tag match and then Mark was facing Ken Shamrock in a one on one contest.

"Pardon the interruption boss, but Vinnie knows you're married, he's not going to-" Mideon accepted the papers he was passed by an eye-rolling Paul, whistling through his teeth. "These real?"

Taker snorted. "Do they look real?"

"Uh, yeah…"

Paul knew a very good forger. "Good."

As far as the world was going to think, he was divorced. Paul's connections had come in handy. Of course, the fact that anyone thought Taker would actually marry Stephanie was just ludicrous. He had met the girl once when their paths had crossed for a WWF photo shoot. Him an actual subject, her a model for the clothing. No, definitely no real marriage to that banshee, not when he already had a hot number on his arm.

Angeni was on her feet and took the papers from Mideon, looking over them with scrunched eyebrows, slowly looking up at her husband. "Sorry, didn't mean to snatch those out of your hands. If you're going to do this, then this ring can't be on this finger, not when I'm accompanying you to ringside." She held up her left hand as if to emphasis her point, already planning on somehow getting a copy of those divorce papers as soon as possible without Mark knowing.

"She has a point, boss..."

"Vince won't believe it if she's sporting the proof you're still married."

Angeni promptly moved the ring from her left ring finger to the middle one on her right hand, nodding. "Thanks for the back-up, boys." She truly meant it, winking at them, deciding playing nice would be easier now that she was technically 'single'.

Paul studied her thoughtfully, taking the papers when Taker took the papers from Angeni with a less than amused expression. He couldn't decide if she thought these were real or not. They did look real, that was the point.

"Angeni, you're a valet." Taker informed her, as politely as he could. "So let's not do that again, shall we?" Considering her original reason for being hired into the company, he didn't need her in on all his current plans.

Angeni kept her mouth shut for the rest of the night, getting up silently when it was time to go out to the ring with him. She was to accompany him only for the time being until she proved she could be fully trusted not to rush off. She walked behind him, thankful she hadn't snapped her neck on the ramp and didn't bother getting in the ring with him.

She just stayed on the outside looking in, wondering why he even wanted her in the Ministry of Darkness if this was all she was good for. Angeni gave seriously thought to sabotaging her husband's plans, but decided against it, not wanting to cause friction between them again. If he took things too far, she would step in, but not until then and watched as the match began.

If the woman honestly didn't have a clue as to why he wanted her in his Ministry, then she was dense. Taker wanted her where she couldn't fuck with him. He had wanted her to remain in the Corporation originally to use as a way to mess with Vince since Vince thought he was going to mess with him.

That and also, now that his lovely wife had come back on the radar, he was in no hurry to see her go. He still wasn't. But as far as her and the Ministry went, right now, until he knew for a fact that were on the same page -a few hours did not make it a fact-, she was nothing except eye candy.

Angeni decided the heels were killing her and walked over to sit in a chair, folding her arms in front of her chest, looking completely bored out of her mind. She didn't cheer or him or anything the way she had with Kane, not seeing a need for it. When Mark won his match, she merely walked over to where he flipped over the top rope, landing on his feet like a cat on the outside. He wrapped an arm around her waist and guided her to the back, after surveying his beautiful damage done in the ring and a decimated Ken Shamrock.

Once they were back in the Ministry's locker room, Mark packed up their things before leaving for the evening with Angeni in tow, telling Paul to take care of their plans and deliver the papers to Vince. Paul had nodded like a good little dog and went to do Mark's bidding. She slipped into the rental car that they came in, this time taking the passenger seat and buckled up, keeping her mouth shut.