Chapter 29
"I'll call you as soon as we land and I get Drake settled in at home."
Milla stood outside of the hospital with Jon's arms wrapped around her waist. Her arms were around his neck and their foreheads rested against each other, neither wanting to say goodbye. That's not what this was. Milla would be back that following Monday for Raw with the Shield and the plan to take down Shane McMahon would commence. She couldn't wait to make that dick pay for everything he put Spencer and Drake through, not caring about her own wellbeing. Drake would be released any minute, so they didn't have much time left and Milla didn't want to waste a second, bringing Jon's mouth down on hers.
"I'm gonna miss you, baby girl." He mumbled once the kiss broke, pulling her closer to him and buried his face in her neck, breathing in sakura blossoms and plums. "And you better call me at least once a day and at night."
"Mmm someone sure is possessive all of a sudden." She observed teasingly, playing with the curls at the nape of his neck and squealed softly when Jon blew raspberries against her skin.
"Damn straight. You are mine now and don't forget that." His hand slid down to slide his fingers purposely across her jean covered crotch. "I meant what I said last night." Jon bent his head until his mouth hovered over her ear. "That's MY pussy."
"Jonathan!" Milla groaned, shoving him away and shook her head, trying to keep her cheeks from going up in flames. "It's not nice to tease your girlfriend right before she has to leave for 5 days."
He smirked, yanking her flush against his body again and kissed her hungrily, both of his hands sliding down her back to firmly grasp her backside. "Gives you something to remember me by, doesn't it?" He rasped against her mouth, rubbing his nose against hers. "Girlfriend, eh?"
Milla raised a brow and slid her hands down his t-shirt covered chest, looking up at him. "Yes, and you're my boyfriend." She concluded, not giving him a choice in the matter and gripped two handfuls of cotton in her hands. "And don't you forget it either."
Chuckling, Jon nodded and lifted her up, feeling her legs wrap around his waist. "I could never forget that, beautiful. Trust me. I love you and only want you." He knew they had to part ways now and felt her arms wrap tightly around his neck, both of them clinging to each other for dear life. "It's only 5 days, we'll be okay." He was catching a flight back to Tampa for his days off since it was Wednesday.
"We better be." Milla stated, feeling him set her back on her feet and kissed him tenderly, cupping his face gently in her hand. "I love you too, Jon."
"Just remember, if your brother gives you too much shit, there's a plane ticket to Tampa with your name on it." Jon ran his finger down her cheek, kissing her one final time and knew he had to leave now or else he'd end up forcing Milla to come with him. "Get going and let me know when you land safely."
Milla didn't want to leave him, but Drake needed her right now and she couldn't let family down, nodding. "See you on Monday." She turned and walked inside the hospital, not looking back for fear she'd end up begging Jon to take her to Tampa with him.
It didn't take Milla long to located Drake's hospital room. She pushed open the door and plastered on a small smile, seeing the relief cross his face at the sight of her. "Hey Mills." He croaked out softly, his voice incredibly hoarse since he'd been severely dehydrated when they brought him in.
"How are you feeling?" She asked, walking up to take his hand and could already feel tears stinging her eyes. "I was so worried about you." Drake had been here almost 2 days and Milla knew he was dying to go home.
"Meh, it'll take more than a couple beatings to keep me down. You should know that." Even laid up in a hospital bed, Drake still had the same fiery spirit. "Though I am ready to get the hell out of here." He never was fond of hospitals.
Milla nodded, leaning forward to brush her lips against his bandaged forehead. "Has the doctor come in yet to give you a final examination?" She asked, noting the bandage looked new along with the sling on his right arm.
"Yeah, they should be coming with the release papers any minute now." Drake grunted, letting out a yawn and winced at his arm with a heavy sigh.
They had a lot to talk about, but it would wait until they were back in Indianapolis. 15 minutes later, the nurse walked in with release papers and Drake signed them, sitting down in the wheelchair. It was hospital policy. Milla wheeled him out, both of them thanking nurses and doctors they knew helped save Drake's life. Once they were outside, Milla helped Drake stand and the nurse that followed them out took the wheelchair back inside, wishing them both well. Milla had parked in the emergency room parking lot, so it was a very short walk for Drake. His leg was banged up and she didn't want him walking on it any more than he had to. Within 5 minutes, Milla fired up the ignition and drove toward the airport, holding Drake's hand the entire time.
Drake slept the entire flight while Milla sat there staring out the window, her thoughts filled with Jon. He loved her. Milla thought Jon only wanted her for sex, but he proved her wrong with those simple words. She already missed him and couldn't wait to be back in his arms, but first she had to take care of her brother. Glancing over at him, Milla had no idea how she would talk to Drake about Jon or where to begin. It would not be pleasant and there was a chance their bond would break over her decision to be with Jon. It was a risk Milla was willing to take though because she couldn't help who she fell in love with. If Drake couldn't understand that, then she didn't know what to tell him and he would have to make the decision on whether to deal with it or cut her from his life.
By noon, they pulled up to Milla's apartment and she helped Drake up the stairs since the building didn't have an elevator. It took a little while, but once they arrived she directed Drake straight to her room to lay down. He was exhausted and would probably sleep most of the week away while his body recuperated. Milla had to go to the grocery store to grab a few things to cook for them since she was rarely home. Before she could walk out, Drake reached out to grab her wrist, stopping her from leaving and pulled her to sit on the bed beside him.
"What happened, Milla?" He couldn't postpone this talk any longer and leaned back against the pillow, dark eyes full of worry. "Was this Moxley's doing?"
Of course he would jump to that conclusion, Milla thought bitterly, and took a deep breath so she didn't snap on Drake. "No it wasn't. It was…Shane McMahon." Her light brown eyes remained lowered on her lap, unable to meet her brother's eyes.
"Your boss?" Drake sounded confused and scrubbed a hand down his face. "Start at the beginning and tell me everything."
Milla couldn't deny anything her brother wanted and told him what happened the night of Survivor Series. How she spent a night in the hospital and was sent home with a severe concussion. She didn't leave out the fact Shane had been the one she woke up with or the fact her cell phone had mysteriously gone missing.
"So that's why you didn't call me." Drake said thoughtfully, piecing everything together in his mind.
"When did they…kidnap you?" Milla finally looked up at him, her voice full of hesitation.
"The last thing I remember is being with Scotty. I left practice with him, we were talking about you actually. I was worried since you hadn't called or texted me in a few days. I headed out to my car and that was it. I was in and out of it a lot and my memory is fuzzy." Drake said truthfully, squeezing his sister's hand because tears had started falling down her cheeks. "Don't cry."
Milla wiped her tears away, sniffling. "I can't help it. This happened to you because of me. Spencer was kidnapped because of me. I hate that people are being hurt all because some idiot can't take no for a fucking answer."
Deciding to change the subject, Drake had something else on his mind he wanted to talk to Milla about. "Enough about Shane McMahon. When you get back to work, you'll deal with him and the situation. You said you have a plan to get rid of him and Stephanie and Paul are going to help, so go along with it." Milla had filled him in during her explanation of what happened. "Something else has been bothering me and, if I don't say anything about it, I'll never forgive myself."
Milla braced herself for whatever Drake had to say, having a sinking feeling forming in the pit of her stomach. "What is it?" She was almost afraid to ask, every part of her body tensed.
"I think you know." Drake eyeballed her, noticing the change in her posture and shifted his arm a bit, grimacing. "What's going on with you and Moxley?" He didn't wait for her to respond. "I know what kind of man he is, Milla. You deserve better and I don't want you seeing him anymore. All he'll do is break you down until you're nothing and you end up leaving the WWE. What if he's working with Shane McMahon and you just don't know it?"
Frowning, Milla didn't think of that and sighed, knowing how much her brother and Jon loathed each other. "He's not." She said confidently, fresh tears stinging her eyes. "Drake, I can't help how I feel. I can't help the fact I've fallen in love with Jon and nothing is changing it. I understand your concern because of your past with him, but Jon has changed. He's a different man than he was in the Indies."
She was blinded by love and no amount of persuading would change that, Drake surmised, seeing the way her light brown eyes lit up whenever she mentioned Jon's name. "Fine, you can leave now. I'm tired and want to get some rest." He said abruptly, sinking further down on the pillow and closed his eyes, vowing to kill Jon Moxley if he hurt Milla in any way.
"T-That's it?" Milla stood up from the bed, staring down at her brother incredulously. "That's all you have to say to me?"
"It's your life, Milla. I support you in whatever decision you make. I just hope this one doesn't come back to bite you on the ass. Now let me sleep please."
Respecting his wishes, Milla walked out of the bedroom and closed the door behind her, immediately collapsing on the couch in the living room. Tears poured down her cheeks as she buried her face against the cushion, not believing how cold her brother was. He brought up Jon and then shut down, acting as if he didn't care. Granted, no matter what he said Milla would end up doing whatever she felt best. She started wondering if dating Jon was in her best interest or not because mixing business with pleasure almost never panned out. If things went sour between them, her career would go down the tubes in 2 seconds and Milla wasn't sure she was ready to take that risk.
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"If you're in the Shield locker room, you'll be better protected as opposed to being in your own office. I love you and I don't want anything else happening to you, Spencer."
Reluctantly, Spencer agreed to move her work into the Shield locker rooms until the situation with Robert was taken care of. They knew Shane McMahon was lurking around the arena, so he was capable of anything, including another kidnapping. It wouldn't happen, not unless it was over Colby's dead body. Spencer currently sat on the couch Stephanie and Paul had specially brought in for her, missing Milla like crazy. The guys kept her company, but they were busy taping up and getting ready for their match that night. Milla had texted her to let her know she'd made it home to Indianapolis, but other than that nobody had heard from her except Jon. The door suddenly slammed open as the Shield's heads snapped toward it, staring at an irate Shane McMahon. He looked madder than a pissed off bull and Spencer was sure smoke would start billowing out of his ears at any given moment.
"Where the hell is Milla?" Shane demanded angrily, cutting to the chase and balled his fists up at his sides. "Why isn't she here?!"
It took everything inside and out of Jon not to attack his boss at that moment, clenching his teeth tightly. Milla was with HIM, not this scumbag and the sooner Shane McMahon got that through his thick skull, the better off he'd be. Unless he preferred to be dead and buried 6 feet deep, which Jon had no problem doing. He decided to let Joe do the talking because anything that came out of his mouth would've gotten him fired on the spot. Spencer could tell Jon didn't appreciate the intrusion and noticed the rage slowly fill his electric blue eyes. She didn't bother moving from the couch though, trying not to draw attention to herself and kept doing her work.
"She took a personal leave of absence until Monday." It was Saturday and they were back on the road doing house shows. "Since her brother was decimated on live television, she took time off to take care of him since he nearly died in the hospital." Joe couldn't help adding that fact, wanting to make Shane feel like the maggot he was. "She'll be back on Monday for sure."
Shane's upper lip curled at Joe's explanation and had no choice except to wait until Monday to see his precious Milla again. Patience was definitely not his virtue. "Make sure you send her directly to me when she comes back." He ordered, a smirk curving his lips when Jon's head snapped up and looked away from him, noticing Spencer sitting on the couch. "By the way, Spencer, Rob misses you and, if you're smart, you'll choose the vet over the rookie. See you all Monday."
As soon as Shane left and the door closed behind him, Colby hauled off and punched the nearest wall, anger overtaking every rational part of his brain. He couldn't believe the audacity of Shane McMahon and wanted to rip him apart, ignoring the throbbing in his glove covered hand. Spencer wanted to comfort him, but she honestly didn't know what to do or say to him at that moment. It was obvious Shane had gotten to both him and Jon with his comments about her and Milla. Lowering her head, she stayed put and felt ashamed since Colby being irate was her fault. The plan to turn on Shane McMahon and knock him off his pedestal couldn't come soon enough.
