A/N: Lemme check...nope, still don't own anyone you recognize, just those you don't. As always, loves to all my readers and Hugz and Cyber Cookies to my reviewers. On with the Fic.

"What do you mean Vince suspended you." Kane thundered as he stared at Twisted.

"He suspended me, what's so hard to understand about that?" Her voice was clipped as she stared back. "Besides, he could have just fired me and been done with all this headache."

"No, Vince ain't that stupid sis. ECW is missing a good chunk of it's roster and Big Red was just getting started on SmackDowns' roster. He couldn't risk having anymore of his superstars put out of commission." Dallas piped up from his seat besides Taker.

Kane glared at the younger man, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. He snarled as Dallas grinned wolfishly back at him. He flicked his gaze over to his brother and noticed how calm he was about. In fact he seemed down right pleased, and that barely noticeable grin made Kane wary.

"What are you planning?" He demanded, taking a step close to the table were Taker and Dallas sat.

"I have no idea what you're talking about?" Taker's voice was innocent, too innocent to be believed.

"Wait a minute, where are you staying for the next three weeks?" He asked, turning his attention back to Twisted, whom had moved over to the bed and was stretched out watching t.v.

"You brother kindly opened his home to me, providing I play house keeper of course." She said looking up at him.

"Sooo, other than free labor, what else is he getting out of you in return for letting you stay there?" Kane hated the look that passed over her face.

"Excuse me? What exactly are you getting at?" Her voice dropped as she got to her feet.

"You know what I'm asking."

"Amazing, I've been back, what? a whole 20 hours and you're accusing me of sleeping with your brother in exchange for a place to stay."

"Explain why else my brother is offering you a place to stay if you're not or haven't already slept with him." Kane moved closer, closing the distance between them.

A knock on the door went unheard by Kane and Twisted, but Taker motioned for Dallas to see who it was. Tearing his eyes off of the two facing off in the middle of the room, Dallas headed over to the door and cracked it to see who was on the other side. He snarled deep in his throat and threw the door open, coming face to face with John, Randy, Curt, Colin, Jeff, Matt, and Ken. He found himself shoved to the side a minute later when Kane seen who he was snarling at.

"What do you want?"

"We're taking Twisted out for a last hurrah before her suspension." Randy said, defiantly as he took a step forward.

"I don't think s-" Kane was cut off by an elbow to the gut from Twisted as she slipped past him.

"That sounds like a great idea." She said as she linked arms with Randy and dared Kane with her eyes to do something about it.

When he didn't move or say anything, she moved to turn away but was yanked back around and pulled into a passionate kiss. Kane's lips crashed down on her and he snaked his tongue into her mouth, a show of dominance to her and a warning to the others. He set her down and took a step back, smirking at her dazed expression.

"Still want to go?" He asked softly, his voice arrogant.

Her eyes hardened and she moved back to where the others were standing. Wrapping her arm around Randy's waist, it was her turn to smirk as Kane's expression changed from smug to furious.

"See ya later Red, don't wait up." The little group turned and left, leaving Kane standing in the door way furious.

He slammed the door and stalked over to the bed, throwing himself on to it, hitting the exact spot that Twisted had been laying in. Her scent wafted up from the sheets and he growled as he pulled himself into a sitting position.

"Calm down. It's not like she's gonna be gone all night." Taker said, still seated at the table.

"If she starts drinking she will be." Dallas said without thinking.

Kane growled again and grabbed his motorcycle jacket, stalking out of the room without a word.

"Way to go kid."

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Twisted had talked the guys into taking her to a near by mall so that she could pick up a few new outfits. She was staring at her reflection in the mirror and grinned. For guys they sure had some good taste in clothes. Most of the outfits consisted of hip hugger jeans and skin tight, low cut shirts. There were a few track suits, and judging from the style and colors Jeff must've picked them out.

She stepped out of the dressing room in one of the outfits Randy had picked out. It was a black leather mini skirt and leopard print tank top. John and Randy were sitting on some chairs just outside the dressing room, having appointed themselves as her fashion critics, and wolf whistled when she came out.

"All right guys, lets go. I've already spent my entire savings." she said laughing as she grabbed the mountain of clothes.

A little less then fifteen minutes later they were heading back to the hotel so she could shower and change. Once there the whole group headed up to Matt and Jeff's room, she grabbed the mini skirt and tank combo along with matching leopard bra and thong and disappeared into the bath room. Leaving the guys to talk amongst themselves once the water started running.

"You guys do know that we were followed, right?" Jeff asked as he opened a bottle of water.

"What do you mean we were followed?" Curt questioned, moving so that he was sitting on the edge of his chair.

"Kane was keeping close tabs on us at the mall."

"From where? I didn't see him and it's kinda hard to miss that mug." Ken said, sticking a piece of gum in his mouth.

"He was in the men's clothing store across from us."

"How do you know Jeff?" Matt asked from the couch.

"Colin seen him watching us from the window, and like you said Ken, it hard to miss that face."

"So what are we going to do? I mean he didn't do anything, so do we really have a reason to worry?" Ken asked, him being the only one not to have dealings with this side of Kane.

"You always have something to worry about when Kane goes into stalking mode." John said, rubbing his shoulder out of reflex.

"Who's in stalking mode?" Twisted had emerged from the bathroom and had caught only the tail end of the sentence.

"Oh, ah this rabid female fan that's following Ken." Matt said quickly.

"Ken? Who in their right mind would stalk Ken?" She said smirking at his offended facial expression.

"Just for that you get to play my girlfriend for the night." Ken said picking her up and twirling her until she was dizzy.

"Jackass." She huffed as she tried to get the room to stop spinning.

"At your service." He grinned at he bowed.

"Alright, lets get going so that we can get to the club before it gets too crowded." Jeff said, throwing a leather jacket at Twisted.

"What is this, abuse Twisted day or something?" She asked shrugging on the jacket.

"Nah, you know we love ya girl, but this is our last time to harass you for awhile, so we have to make the most of it." Curt said, draping his arm over her shoulders as they left the room.

"I feel soo lov-RANDY!! Put me down now!" She yelped as Randy tossed her over his shoulder. "John, help me." She pleaded when Randy ignored her.

"Only if you promise to dance for me tonight?" He said, waving his camcorder.

"Sure, whatever, just save me." She said as she wiggled in Randy's grasp.

"Hey Randy, here comes Kane, and man is he pissed." John called out as he grabbed Randy by the back of the neck.

Randy tensed up and rolled his shoulder so that Twisted dropped down to her feet.

"Hey, Kane ya know.." Randy started, turning around slowly. "Dammit John." He finished, and started chasing him down the hall.

"I don't think that was wise considering that the big man probably is following us." Colin whispered to Curt.

The group made it's way down to the lobby and waited for the cabs they'd called. When they pulled up they filed out, Ken's arms over Twisted's shoulder and Curt on her other side. The ride to the club was peaceful, but that peace was shattered the minute they climbed out of the cab. They were rushed on all sides by female fans trying to get to the guys. Twisted found herself pushed out of the way and she felt her temper flare. She raised her fist to strike one of the closest girls but before she let it fly she felt someone grab her wrist. She whirled around, ready to lay into whoever dared to put their hands on her, she dropped her fist however when she seen that it was Colin.

"Come on, they'll be fine, let's get inside." Colin said nodding his head towards the door.

Twisted looked over at the guys and shook her head before she followed Colin inside. They had just made it into the club when she found herself surrounded by male fans.

"Hey it's Twisted Whispers...Can I get your autograph?...Can I get a picture?" The questions were flying at her from all directions, making her head spin.

Twisted just smiled and posed for pictures and signed everything that was handed to her.

"Alright gentlemen, I believe that my girlfriend is getting alittle tired." Ken said as he wrapped his arm around her waist as he dropped a light kiss on her lips.

A few more pictures were snapped of the two before the small crowd dispersed. Ken took a step away and from her and smiled down, snapping his gum.

"How about we get a drink?"

"I would love too Mr. Kennedy...Kennedy." She whispered the last word and watched Ken with a serious look on her face as he laughed.

"Does it sound like that when I do it?"

"Sometimes." She laughed along with him as they walked over to the bar.

They commandeered a couple of seats at the bar and orders a couple of beers, laughing over Santino's obsession with Roddy Piper. Twisted was sipping her beer when Curt sat down and handed her another one.

"I see you finally got away from the rabid fan girls."

"Yeah, but I fear that John and Randy have been lost."

Twisted snorted and took a sip from the beer that Curt brought as she turned around on her bar stool to watch the crowd around her. Even though she was in a loud and crowded area, she felt completely alone. She sighed and ruefully admitted to herself that she would rather be back at the hotel, facing off with Kane.

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He watched her from the corner of the room, practically seething at how close she stuck to Ken. When she turned around and scanned the room he froze, thinking that she had seen him. Her gaze was almost locked with his, but he let out the breath that he had been holding when she shifted her gaze a minute later. She looked so alone sitting there, even though Ken, Curt and Jeff were talking animatedly with her, and he wanted nothing more than to go over and pull her into his lap.

Her cool attitude towards him since her return confused him, even when he pulled her into his arms during the night she held her body ridged and kept a few inches between herself and him. It was almost as if she blamed him for what had happened. Add to it his accusation from earlier and it just made him want to plant his fist into something, and that something was preferably Bam when and if he returned.

Still something didn't sit right with Kane about the calm, off handed way that Taker was accepting this newest wrench in his plans. He had to have some ulterior motive, but he couldn't think of what it could be. Kane knew that they had shared a couple of on screen kisses, Taker wanted to make it seem like not only was she his valet, but that she was the sexual submissive of both brothers. He wasn't worried perse about Taker moving in on her, but ever since the morning threesome they had had, the two of them seemed closer than they had before.

"What are you doing here?"

He looked up and seen her standing infront on him, her hands on her hips. Her eyes flashed and he couldn't help himself, he pulled her down onto his lap and kissed her fiercely. His hand slid up inside her skirt, which had ridden up higher due to her straddling him, and he slipped his fingers past the small scrap of fabric that was her thong. He pressed one finger into her opening and found her slick, with a small groan he started a slow pace, rubbing her clit with thumb as he worked his finger in and out. He swallowed her moans and continued to work her over, adding another finger and extremely turned on by what he was doing to her in the middle of a club and no one was the wiser. He felt her tense and pulled back to watch her as she climax washed over her.

Twisted bit her lip to keep from crying out and ground herself against his fingers as she rode it out. He withdrew his hand and traced her lips with his fingers, slick with her essence. She sucked the index finger into her mouth and laved the digit with her tongue, cleaning it of her juices. Kane groaned and got to his feet and with her in his arms he left by the back exit and headed back to the hotel.