Chapter 25
Turns out, sitting next to Bray on the plane wasn't horrible, not the way Anisa envisioned anyway. Bray was persistent talking to her and Anisa tried ignoring him, but she caved after the first hour. They talked about music and movies, mostly horror and classic rock. Anisa enjoyed the old horror movies, hating the new ones and Bray agreed with her, though they didn't enjoy the same type of music. There were a few classic rock bands she liked, but for the most part she was a country bumpkin. Bray respected that, liking older country instead of today's pop/country garbage. It was a decent conversation that lasted the whole flight, both of them even sharing a few laughs. Anisa hadn't forgotten her last encounter with Bray and the other Wyatt's, but he also didn't have the creep factor while they sat next to each other.
However, through the whole flight Anisa could FEEL the anger radiating from Jon across the plane. If looks could kill, Bray would've collapsed at her feet dead as a doornail. She tried her best to ignore Jon while talking to Bray, but it wasn't easy by any means. Jon had every right being ticked off at the airlines for screwing his ticket up, but he couldn't blame Bray for that. It was an honest mistake and could've happened to anyone. Bray even apologized to Anisa for the trouble he caused, which was a very classy thing to do and she appreciated it. That's how he got her to open up to him and their conversation took off with a simple apology. When the plane landed, Anisa and Jon retrieved their luggage before getting their separate rental vehicles. He didn't say a single word to her, deciding to wait until they were in the safety and privacy of their adjoined hotel rooms to confront her.
No sooner had the door closed to her hotel room and Anisa set her luggage down did the adjoining room toss open, her back facing it. Huge muscular hands planted on her hips and Jon pulled her back to mold with his chest, his hot breath on her ear. Luckily, Anisa had braided her hair so it hung over her shoulder, so the other side was completely exposed. Her eyes drifted shut as Jon's hand slid beneath the front of her top to splay it against her soft abdomen, forcing her breathing to become slightly shaky. He could feel how tense she was and glided his nose across the back of her neck, breathing her in while trying to hold his temper in check. Jon was irate at how friendly Anisa was toward Bray Wyatt; the bastard looked like something straight out of the movie Deliverance with a ratty beard that probably hadn't been washed in years.
"I know you're angry…"
"That's an understatement." Jon interrupted, pressing a soft kiss to the pulse point on her neck.
"Jon…"
"Did you enjoy it?"
That question confused Anisa and she tried turning around to face him, but Jon held her tighter, preventing it. "What do you mean?" A shiver surged down her spine at Jon's low growl against her throat while his hand inched further up her top.
"Talking to Bray Wyatt, did you enjoy it?"
The amount of raw jealousy and anger in his tone made warmth pool in her panties. Anisa was being turned on by this man being angry – was that normal? "I – um – I don't know – maybe." Now she was stammering like an idiot and Jon reciprocated by pulling the shoulder of her top down along with her bra strap, biting gently into the succulent flesh. "Ohh…"
"You were laughing with him and had a beautiful smile on your face that should've been caused by me, not that cocksucker." Jon's other hand snaked down her side to cup her jean covered crotch, beginning to work her body into a heated frenzy against him.
This definitely wasn't the argument she thought they'd have and Anisa was thoroughly enjoying it, reaching up to bury her fingers in his curls. "What do you want me to say?" She breathed, her voice nothing more than a soft whimper and felt his fingers begin rubbing her in tantalizingly slow circular motion.
"Tell me why you enjoyed it." Jon ordered, feeling her melt against him and loved how her body responded to his administrations. "Maybe you want him instead of me…"
That snapped Anisa right out of the passion haze Jon put her in. "No I don't!" She broke away from him instantly and whipped around to face him, those normally pale blues blazing blue fire. "How could you say that to me? Just because I talked to him doesn't mean I want him! Are you really that closed-minded?"
Jon shrugged, folding his arms in front of his chest. "Maybe." He tossed back the same answer she gave him just a few minutes ago and stopped Anisa from stalking into the bathroom. "Don't walk away from me, Brooks."
"I'll go wherever the hell I want, Ambrose!" She retorted scathingly, trying not to show how much he hurt her with his words and failed, tears already stinging her eyes. "Get out and leave me alone."
"No."
Jon wouldn't let her dismiss him that easily and yanked her flush against his body, his hands cupping her face capturing her mouth before Anisa could utter another word. This was the first fight they ever had and Anisa didn't want him kissing her, but her body betrayed her mind screaming at her to stop this. Anisa followed her heart, feeling Jon's hands slide down her back to grab her jean covered backside, lifting her up to wrap her legs around his waist while continuing to kiss. Only when they needed air to breathe did Jon break the kiss and immediately pressed his forehead to hers, moving to sink down on the bed with her straddling him.
"If I wanted to be with someone else, I wouldn't be here with you right now." Anisa stated truthfully, stroking the side of his face with her fingers. "Yes, I did enjoy talking to him, but that's all it was. Talking. I want you, Jon. I'm risking being caught by my demented ex-husband by sharing adjoined rooms with you and I wouldn't do that for just anyone. That's how much I know and believe what we have is real. I only talked to him because there really wasn't anything else to do and he did apologize for the ticket mix up. He was just as pissed about it, believe it or not." How was that for some honesty and truth, Anisa thought, seeing the doubt slowly diminish from Jon's eyes and replace with guilt.
One thing Jon wasn't good with was apologizing, the word 'sorry' always leaving a bad taste in his mouth. He didn't like being wrong and accusing Anisa of enjoying her talk with Bray more than he made himself believe was horrible. "Alright." He kissed her again and laid back on the bed, rolling over to where he hovered over her, Anisa hooked a leg around his waist.
That was the closest to an apology she would get from Jon, his actions speaking far louder than words.
"We gotta hurry!"
"Man, what the fuck do you think I'm trying to do?!"
"Will you two shut the fuck up and keep your voices down?"
A huge gallon of bleach sat on the floor of the Shield's dressing room completely empty, having been poured onto the black tactical vests, cargo pants and undershirts Jon, Joe and Colby wore to the ring. There were white spots already forming on the ring gear, backpacks and luggage. Whatever was in their luggage as far as electronics were also destroyed, soaked with Clorox bleach. It'd been a little while since the Shield needed reminding there were people in the company that hated them and they were being targeted.
"It's hilarious they don't know it's us."
"Yeah, those piss ants won't know what to do when they find all of their gear destroyed."
"Looks like the Hounds of Justice have just been served."
Boisterous laughter echoed out of the locker room as high fives were exchanged among the culprits, neither of them realizing they were being watched and videotaped on an Android. From the moment they were spotted dousing the Shield's luggage with bleach to laughing about it – all of it was recorded. The person recording quickly put their Android away and left the scene of the crime before being spotted. It was time to go pay Paul and Stephanie a much needed visit.
"So what did you need to talk to both of us about that's so urgent?" Stephanie asked, curiosity filling her blue eyes while staring back at one of the top stars in the WWE.
She had to page Paul back to the office because this meeting couldn't be done without both of them since they were currently running things while Vince was on vacation with Linda. Vince had been stressing out about WrestleMania to the point of having chest pains, so Linda ordered him to take a break from the road. He was getting older and his age showed, but they wanted the old man to stick around for at least a few more decades. Linda surprised him with a late Valentine's gift to a secluded house on the beach of Cape Canaveral overlooking the ocean. It was supposed to be a time of peace and serenity, no phones or televisions, no contact with the company whatsoever for a week. Paul had been in the middle of a phone call with Linda asking about how their vacation was going –She had a secret stashed cell phone just in case any emergencies sprung up while they were gone and to keep in touch- when Stephanie paged him saying it was urgent.
"I need you to look at this. It'll explain everything."
Stephanie took the Android and pressed play on the video recording, blue and hazel eyes both widening simultaneously as they watched the destruction of the Shield's gear happen. "When did this occur?" Stephanie demanded once the video finished, setting the Android on her desk while Paul tried very hard not to let the pulsating vein in his forehead pop.
"Tonight, about a half hour ago. I was walking down the hall and…caught them vandalizing the Shield's gear." Dark eyes lowered to the floor while the bosses listened silently. "I came straight to you after recording them because I didn't want it to be their word against mine."
"You did the right thing." Paul stated, scrubbing a hand down his face and had no idea what they were supposed to do about this. "The Shield came to us a few months ago complaining about their stuff being messed with, but we brushed it off. We were wrong to do that and this WILL be dealt with." Natural ribbing and messing with each other was one thing, but destroying another man's gear, especially a top group in the company they relied on, was unacceptable and disrespectful.
"Go get ready for the show and keep this quiet." Stephanie instructed, turning to face her husband after the Superstar left their office and shook her head sadly. "Thankfully they won't be missed."
"We're not firing them."
Stephanie's eyes widened. "What do you mean? Then what will their punishment be?"
Paul smirked wickedly, rubbing his hands together. "Call the boys in here discreetly. I have an idea and I know they'll be more than happy with it."
Jon, Joe and Colby all sat in front of Stephanie and Paul with angry expressions, watching the video on the Android that was brought in earlier. They watched as none other than Heath Miller, Raj Singh Dhesi and Andrew Galloway –They were known collectively in the WWE as 3MB…Heath Slater, Jinder Mahal and Drew McIntyre- destroyed their gear with Clorox bleach. No wonder their gear looked like Dalmatians! Jon wanted to cut their fingers off, Joe wanted to rip their heads off and Colby wanted to stuff both up their backsides sideways. They were livid and had every right to be.
"Those mother fuckers…" Jon hissed, standing up raking fingers through his wet hair and felt guilt course through him since he was the last one to leave the locker room. "I'm sorry, bros. I forgot to lock the fucking door…"
"Who filmed it?" Was Joe's first question, his thick black brows lowered – a clear sign he was ready to demolish 3MB for screwing with them.
"We can't tell you that. Only the person who filmed it can and it's up to them if they're going to or not." Stephanie answered, folding her hands on top of the desk. "I understand why you 3 are angry and we don't blame you. We didn't take this seriously when this first started, but we are now. At first, we were going to fire Heath, Raj and Drew, but then my husband convinced me that would just be the easy way out for them. You 3 deserve some retribution for what happened, so that's what you're going to get. At the next house show on Friday, we're changing your match from a tag match against Cena, Ryan and Stephen to 3MB. No disqualification, no count-outs and no holds barred. That means anything goes and since it's a house show, we don't mind a little bloodshed."
The Shield rubbed their hands together, all 3 men having wicked smiles on their faces and nodded in approval. Jon was glad those pricks hadn't been fired for their actions because now – now they were going to get the beating of a lifetime. They would regret screwing with the Hounds of Justice and prepared to give them the teeth that would bite a chunk out of their backsides. Stephanie and Paul dismissed them to go get ready for the show, having instructed Sandra, their lead seamstress, to do her best to come up with gear for them that night. Luckily enough, Sandra always kept extra gear lying around for all the Superstars in the wardrobe department with correct sizes. Jon would make sure to cram his IPOD and headphones up Heath, Raj and Drew's backsides at the house show along with Joe and Colby. Music was part of their everyday routines and now they would have to wait until tomorrow to replace everything. The more the guys thought about it, the angrier they became and swallowed it all down until Friday arrived.
"At the very least, we know who's been fucking with our shit now." Colby was always the one to look for any shred of positivity out of situations, no matter how bad they were.
"I suppose, but that still-" The words died on Joe's lips as they walked inside the locker room and saw his girlfriend standing there in her ring gear, a tense look on her face. "Gorgeous, what are you doing here?"
"It was me." Mia couldn't keep the truth from any of them and swallowed hard when Joe came toward her, taking both of her hands in much larger ones. "I couldn't let them get away with what they did to you guys."
Joe was grateful to this beautiful Indian goddess and wrapped his arms around her body, hugging her close. "Thank you, Mia." He whispered, all of them laughing when Jon and Colby embraced both of them from the sides in a group hug.
"They don't know it was me and I want to keep it that way." Mia requested once the group hug ended, shifting eyes from each member of the Shield. "I just didn't want to keep you guys in the dark, especially my man. I have to go do my match, but I'll see you at the hotel later?" She directed that question to Joe, hoping this wouldn't destroy their newfound relationship.
"Count on it." Joe looked at his best friends once she left and bumped fists with both of them.
"Do NOT let her go, bro." Colby ordered, not believing Mia risked herself to catch 3MB messing with their belongings.
"Don't plan on it."
"She's an angel, man. Now we can fuck those assholes up and stop pussyfooting around here." Jon added, tired of walking on eggshells around the company when he knew they all belonged there.