Chapter 49

It was Saturday night and Taker had just gotten back from another house show, fresh out of the shower along with her. Rajani had been ordered by Stephanie to stay at the hotels during house shows because there really was nothing for her to do so she could focus on her wedding planning. Not thinking anything of it, Rajani did as she was told. Looking up when Taker stepped out of the shower, Rajani immediately closed the magazine she'd been looking at that had her wedding dress circled.

Yes, she finally found one, but something else was on her mind. Once again, Rajani had kept Taker in the dark about what happened with Kane, but she had been sorely tempted to spill everything. Something held her back though. So she delved into the wedding details, picking three different purple colored flowers that would make up the flower sets at the reception. Yes, Taker even wanted a damn reception.

"So, why didn't you tell me that the colors I picked for our wedding were the same colors as your wrestling character?" She asked out of the blue, having suddenly remembered what she found out from Kane in the park the previous day.

All things considered, that was not what Taker had been expecting to come out of her mouth. At least, not this late in the game since announcing her pick of their color theme for the wedding. He had figured she had known, who the hell didn't? Shrugging, Taker draped the towel he had been using for his hair around his neck, a towel wrapped around his hips. Obviously, a regular hotel towel wasn't going to cut it for a man his size, so he always brought his own and generally used the hotel towels for the neck on up. Short hair seemed to save him a hell of a lot of trouble.

"Darlin', honestly, I figured you knew and that was one of the reasons you picked 'em."

"I mean, I do know those are your ring colors, but...I honestly forgot about that while picking them out. Purple has always been my favorite color and I've always thought silver looks pretty with it." Rajani shrugged, wearing a light blue nightgown that went to her knees and looked back at the magazine, her eyes catching the beautiful ring on her left hand. "Maybe it's fate telling us that we're really meant to be together since I picked those specific colors out of everything else." Standing on the bed, Rajani kissed his lips softly and then his Mohawk shaved head, rubbing her nose against his. "By the way, I picked my dress and no, you are not allowed to see it until the big day. And if you try peeking, I will call the wedding off."

Rajani meant it, plopping down on the bed so Taker could finish getting ready for bed. She honestly wouldn't have minded if he just came to bed naked, flushing slightly at the thought. No matter how many times they made love, his body still amazed every single time and tonight was definitely no exception.

He cocked an eyebrow at her, tempted to test that theory and glanced at the magazine. When she pointedly moved it and put it away, Taker growled playfully, procuring a pair of loose fitting black pajama pants. He pulled them on, aware Rajani was eyeballing him and smirked. He would have gone to bed naked except...well, he wasn't about to be caught with his pants down in the middle of the night, not with them being so close to ending this deal. He wouldn't be surprised if Cena had one last card to play.

They laid in bed talking about the wedding, both deciding to just have it Taker's huge backyard. Because of what happened to her home in Miami, Rajani wanted to move to Texas to start her new life with him. All she wanted was to be Taker's wife and maybe have a few babies with him. Nothing else mattered to her. He was her entire world, the center of her universe and nothing would change it.

Taker had a preacher friend that would happily perform the ceremony, so that was taken care of. Now all he had to do was go on their next days off for his tux fitting and to pick out a Best Man. It definitely wouldn't be Kane, so she had no idea who he would choose at this point since they used to be closer than brothers. They were family and then Kane had to turn out to be completely psychotic. Eventually, Rajani fell fast asleep in the arms of her fiancé, hoping this situation with Cena ended soon so they could finally live in peace.

Taker had been entertaining the idea of asking Dwayne to be his Best Man, but was unsure if the guy would be giving Rajani away or not. He should probably have asked, though honestly, the wedding wasn't something he really thought about. Everything was...too uncertain right now. He couldn't focus on anything except Monday night. After that, Taker would devote the rest of his life to Rajani. And...He would stop keeping secrets. This was for her own good, but it was a hell of a secret to be withholding. That and he didn't want her to have murder on her conscience. He knew it would stain and taint Rajani in ways that would change her forever. Taker wasn't going to let that happen, not if he could help it.


The next day, Stephanie demanded Taker to come to Miami a day early for another meeting. She'd already flown out the previous night, not wanting anything to go wrong with their plan to eradicate Cena. Rajani was very annoyed when Taker woke her out of a dead sleep and told her they had a redeye flight to catch, courtesy of Stephanie. She didn't understand why Stephanie had to have Taker in Miami a day early and was peeved to say the least, complaining the whole time she packed.

"What are you hiding from me, Taker?" Rajani demanded, folding her arms in front of her chest.

Something was going on. Rajani wasn't stupid and definitely not one to turn the other cheek, but all Taker kept saying was Stephanie wanted to make sure he'd be at Raw backstage. He wasn't on the show, they only used Taker for special occasions now. So why it was so adamant for him to be there was beyond her. Sometimes the decisions Stephanie made did not make a lick of sense to Rajani.

"Fine, you don't want to tell me? Whatever, I'm going to my house then to grab a few things and hiring a packing crew to get the rest of it boxed up to go to Dallas. Unless you have a problem with that too?" She challenged with an arched brow, daring him to say one word about her plans.

Taker cocked a brow down at her in return and visibly gritted his teeth, wondering why she had to be acting so difficult. True, he was keeping secrets from her, but it was for her own damn good, the fool woman. If she knew the truth, Taker knew Rajani would go off half-cocked and end up getting herself hurt or killed.

"I don't think that's such a good idea, darlin'." He said, trying to keep his tone as neutral as possible, knowing anything else would probably send her off in a fit.

"I really don't care what you think is a good idea and what's not. We're going to Miami, we're not there often enough and this is the only opportunity I have to get shit done since you're so damn preoccupied with whatever Stephanie is making you do." She had no idea it involved the demise of Cena, finishing packing her bag and hastily zipped it up. "I'm marrying you, we're planning a wedding, so therefore my house has to be empty so I can put it on the market to be sold." Rajani was going through his real estate company to get it done and would hopefully make a profit since she'd had the house repainted since Cena's attack. "Are you packed up? Our flight leaves in 2 hours and we still have to get through security."

There was no winning with this woman, Taker thought with groan, knowing what she said made sense. However, at the same time, he didn't want her to be left alone. It was just too close to ending this situation with Cena and he didn't want to risk anything.

"I'm packed." Taker said flatly, folding his arms over his chest and engaged in a stare down with Rajani. After a full minute, he blinked and looked away, sighing. "Fine."

Rajani was possibly the only woman who could have a stare down with Taker and actually get her way. "Stephanie has some things for me to take care of that I can do on the plane and then I'll head to my house while you go to your meeting. Stop worrying so much. Something tells me Cena won't try anything, especially since everyone under the sun is looking for him."

Wearing simple skinny red pants with a red and white top that hung off her shoulder, Rajani slipped her black shades on over her chocolate eyes and headed out of the hotel room with Taker following suit. She'd already made the calls necessary and would have to go to the house around 3 PM to let the packers in to start disassembling her belongings. Rajani couldn't help worrying about how quiet Taker was and felt a tightening in the pit of her stomach form, trying to push it away. Shaking his head, all Taker could do was follow her and hope she was right. Everyone under the sun was looking for Cena and it wasn't like she'd be alone. She'd be in the house with other people, the packers and movers respectfully. Taker recognized, on some level, that he had to relax, but that was always easier said than done. Especially when it came to his beautiful, headstrong and rather kidnappable fiancée.

Once they landed in Miami, Rajani and Taker headed straight to their hotel to check into their suite. They had an hour to kill before parting ways and she didn't want him leaving with them still arguing. Walking into the sitting room, she saw him watching ESPN and straddled his lap, plucking the remote from his hand and kissed his lips softly.

"I'm sorry for being such a bitch this morning. I just wish you could tell me what all these meetings with Stephanie are about. I feel like... you're hiding something from me and I hate that." Then again, she was hiding something from him - all of her encounters with Kane. "But I accept you have to do certain things that I have no right knowing about. So before you leave to your meeting, I just want to tell you I love you." Rajani draped her arms around his neck and rested her forehead against his, breathing him in. "Please never forget that, even though we may fight and argue. I will always love you."

One part of him was pleased to hear her saying this and the other part hated how much it could resemble a goodbye. There was no way on earth or in heaven he would ever allow that one to happen. Totally forgetting the already unmemorable program on ESPN he had been staring at more than watching, Taker wrapped his arms around her and kissed her soundly, pouring everything he knew he needed to say into that kiss. Rajani was taken aback by the fierceness and intensity of the kiss, returning it with as much feeling as she possibly could as her arms wrapped tightly around his neck. She could only hope Taker didn't do something stupid...like try to go after Cena himself. That thought alone scared her because she didn't want to lose Taker, not when she just got him back and not when she was planning their future together.

"Taker..." She breathed once the kiss broke, staring into his beautiful emerald eyes and stroked his cheek with the back of her hand. "Tell me everything's okay. Tell me you're not going anywhere and we'll have a future together. I need to hear you say it."

He arched an eyebrow, wondering if she was reading his mind and seeing the secrets he had been keeping, the stuff he wanted to tell her but couldn't. After staring into her beautiful brown eyes, all Taker seen was love as well as worry, but nothing that said he had given himself away. The guilt nearly made him shift uncomfortably in his own skin, something not normal for him.

"We do have a future together, darlin'." He said confidently, meaning it with everything in him. "Everythin' will be all right, Raj, you'll see."

"Good, thank you."

She kissed him again and then hugged him tightly, just wanting Taker to hold her for a bit before they had to part ways. His strong arms around her gave her all the reassurance she needed, though it would falter as soon as he left to go to his meeting with Stephanie. They stayed that way until Taker had to leave and this time it was Rajani kissing the breath out of him, smirking when he actually stumbled out the door.

"See you later tonight, Deadman."

Waving three fingers teasingly at him, she laughed when he growled and shut the door, immediately going to change to get ready to head to her house. It was a 20 minute drive from the hotel and going on 2:30 PM. She had to hurry. Once she was changed in white cotton shorts and left her top alone, Rajani slipped her white tennis shoes on, grabbed her keys, purse and key card to the hotel suite before jetting out. Miami was no longer her home - now it would be Dallas, Texas.

Moving was always such a hassle. He had made it one of his missions in life to avoid moving. He kept a permanent residence for the public and then a private residence for himself that, as far as he knew, nobody knew about. Simple. No packing, no trusting idiots with his stuff… and that guy had just broken Rajani's lamp. Clucking his tongue, he watched as the idiot in question looked around before putting the shards in the box, sealed it and carried it out to the truck. She was in for a rude surprise when she opened that box. Speaking of Rajani... his lips curled into a smirk when he seen her pulling into the drive.

Rajani would be making the packers/movers pay for every single thing broken or damaged, having stipulated that in the contract she had with them all. It would be docked from their pay and go into her pocket to be replaced. Nothing she had was antique and anything missing would also be docked. She did not screw around, not when it came to her property. The packers/movers waved at her as she slipped out of the Chevy Silverado rental car and Rajani nodded back at them. Her mother just lived down the road, so she asked her if she would let the movers/packers in just in case she was late. Hence why they were currently carting out packed boxes. Stepping into the house, Rajani had no idea someone was watching her or what was about to happen, nodding as she watched everything slowly be cleared out. The painting crew she hired to cover up Cena's graffiti had done a splendid job as well, the house looked as though it was never vandalized.

Humming under his breath, he went from room to room. It was amazing. He was a giant and he could still keep out of sight as well as avoid being heard. It was just incredible. It never failed to amaze him how oblivious people could be when they truly did not want to know what was going on around him. Not that he minded, he preferred it this way. It was going to make his job easier. He stepped out of the room and right behind Rajani when she walked by, following her right into her now empty guest room and shook his head. One hand went over her mouth, the other to her throat.

"I told you, you need me." He murmured in her ear right before applying a pressure point to her neck and caught her body when it slumped against him.