Note: This is a fanfiction based off of a series of books that I am working on at the moment. I don't own or have anything to do with the WWE, its partners, or The Undertaker. The male lead character has been changed in this fanfiction to go along with the storyline.

You can currently own a copy of A Cowboy's Heart and Texas Size Passion on Kindle for just 2.99 each, the first two in the series. The third installment, Danger in Oleander, will be available very soon.

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Emily didn't hesitate for a single second. As soon as she had heard Mark tell her to climb inside of Johnathon's new and expensive vehicle to replace the one he destroyed, she gave a node of her head, and hurried over to the passenger side of the vehicle. Her right hand grabbed onto the metal handle, and flung the door wide open. Emily slid herself onto the black leather seat, and shut the door behind her with enough strength that it caused a loud sound similar to her grandmother slamming the front door on her worse day.

"Hey!"

The noise of Johnathon's voice screaming out from outside of the vehicle caught her attention, and had her to look out the passenger side door's window.

Nestled on the ground about twenty feet away, Johnathon had managed to roll over onto one of his sides to face the direction of where his car was nestled with an expression dripping with frustration and unbridled anger rising to the surface.

"What in the hell do you think you are doing in my car?!" Johnathon asked, demanding an answer from one or both of them. "Get out of there right now or you are going to regret it!"

The sight of her former boyfriend's face, as well as the sound in his voice, showing off all of his unadulterated rage made Emily's body tighten up, and her stomach knot up several times. The way he not only spoke towards her but looked at her with his face frightened her all the way down to the very core of hers soul.

Before a word could some out of her mouth, a gasp slipped out instead due to her body being flung backwards into the leather seat. It took Emily a moment to realize what had just happened: Mark had gunned it, and sent them flying around to the other side of Johnathon's body so he could get a good glimpse at him and kick up some dirt.

She waited for the vehicle to stop before her eyes looked to where Mark was gazing out his window towards her ex in time to hear him talking to him.

"You don't mind if I borrow your car for a little while do you, Johnathon?" Mark asked. He used a coy tone in his deep Texan accent at the same time he revved the engine up. "I am just going to take it out for a little joy ride is all."

"You are not taking my car anywhere, you little-"

"I am sorry but there is nothing little about me, Johnathon…You can ask Emily about that."

Her face nearly turned blood shot red from catching what Mark had said to her ex-boyfriend. She didn't ever assume that he would be so brazen that he would go out of his way, and announce, quite publically, about how she knew his true 'size'.

Emily proceeded to speak up but found her voice having fell silent due to him accelerating the vehicle once more, and sending them flying at a top notch speed in the direction of the entranceway to the ranch.

Ah man…That feels so good!

A wicked grin danced across his face at having kicked dirt up with Johnathon's expensive tires, and threw it in his face after putting him in his place.

Tossing dirt in the face of that ignorant son of a bitch makes me feel so good right now.

How does it make you feel to know that you just embarrassed the hell out of someone that you refer to as 'your woman'?

Mark's heart dropped and nearly stopped at what his conscience asked him while he was guiding the vehicle pas the entrance to Belle's ranch, and onto the stretch of road that ran down to where his home, as well as others, were nestled.

Surely he didn't make her tense and uncomfortable from his remark to her ex-boyfriend. That was not his intention.

Once he got the vehicle onto the main road and started down it towards where his small house stood, Mark turned his head to a degree, and looked over to where Emily was nestled in her passenger side seat.

His assumption about her not being embarrassed or on edge about what he said to Johnathon went out the window the moment his eyes discovered how her cheeks had a reddened tone to it, and her body language told him how uneasy she was at his 'announcement' to her former flame.

Oh no…

Mark found his body being overwhelmed with disgust and anger for what he had uttered towards the man at the form without any regard for Emily's feelings.

What have I done?

What have you done? His conscience asked, coyly. You not only embarrassed that little punk back at the ranch…but also left Emily feeling like she is nothing more than a piece of property to you.

The answer he got from within to the question that plagued him made him much worse than he did when he first asked the question, silently, to himself.

He managed to guide the vehicle down the stretch of road with little difficulty, and pull it up beside where his home was. His hands guided the car around to the backside of the building, and parked it to where it would be out of sight of Johnathon once he started down the road on foot in search of it. After he had shut the engine off, Mark looked over to her, and found her head to be hanging a bit and her to be biting her bottom lip to a degree.

I can't take this…I have to fix this. I can't let her feel like she is nothing at all but just a piece of ass to me. She is more than that to me, and I plan to show her that right now.