*This chapter contains extreme violence. If this offends you please skip this chapter.*
Jamel held Shelby close to him. "You really need to listen to Mr. Bishoff it would save you a lot of trouble. Shelby bit down on his hand. Jamel screamed and Rosy grabbed her and slapped her so hard that she fell. She fell against a sharp ledge which cut her arm. Jamel loomed over and pulled her up. He kissed her hard on the mouth cutting her lip. Shelby had never been so frightened in her life. But she knew she had to fight. Shelby bit his lip hard. Jamel pulled back and punched her in the face. Shelby screamed out in pain. "I've had enough of you bitch. Get her clothes off Rosy." Jamel said. Shelby really started to kick and scream then. Both men were trying to get her to be still. They didn't see the shadow that fell over them. Taker had seen Shelby come out the door and seen her grabbed by Jamel. He had never run so fast in his life. He stood there and felt a kind of anger come over him he had never felt. He gave out a roar of rage. He picked up Rosy like he weighed nothing and kicked him in the nuts. Then he grabbed Jamel and started pounding him in the face. He took Jamels head and started pounding it over and over onto the hard pavement. Jamel was out cold. Taker turned back to Rosy and grabbed him. He punched him in the face repeatedly. When Rosy fell, Taker started kicking him in the head over and over. He bent over and started slamming Rosy's head into the pavement over and over. He was in a rage and he couldn't stop. Taker felt a hand on him and flew around ready to fight. It was Shelby. "Taker stop, you're going to kill them." She said softly. He sweet voice was enough to bring him to his senses. He took her hand and pulled her into the light. He looked at her noting the black eye, cut lip, and bleeding arm. She had various other scratches and bruises but those three looked the worst. Shelby held still while he examined her. She realized by his reaction that there was no way he had been in on this.Taker realized she seemed to quite. She was probably in shock. He picked her up and carried her to his truck. And sat her on the passenger side. He pulled out his cell and called Vince at home. He explained to him what had happened. Vince told him he would be in first thing in the morning. "I'll call the police to take care of those two. You just take care of Shelby get her out of there." Vince said. Taker got off the phone and got in the truck. Shelby was shivering. Taker pulled her in his arms. "Shelby how did this happen?" Taker asked. "Eric Bishoff, He wanted me to be nice to you, ya know what I mean right?" she asked. Taker nodded he got the picture. "I told him no and he put them two goons on me." She said her voice breaking. She realized what would have happened if Taker hadn't have been there. Taker stroked her hair. "I thought you had put Bishoff up to it." She said against his chest. That's why she had looked so scared the other day. "Shelby I know I can be an ass, but I would never to do anything like that." He said gruffly.
Jeff looked at the time. It was getting close to 11:00 where the hell Shelby was. Brock looked worried too. Jeff had tried to call her cell several times but there was no answer. "Jeff if she's not here in a few more minutes we're going to look for her." Brock said. "I'm starting to really worry." Trish said.
Taker had taken Shelby to his room and cleaned her up. Shelby couldn't believe how gentle he was with her. He cleaned the cut on her arm and put a bandage on it. He gently cleaned the cut on her lip. He laid her on the bed and got a icepack for her eye. He sat down beside her. Tears welled up in her eyes and she started crying. "I want Brock." She said throw her tears. Taker's heart tightened painfully in his chest. Of course she wanted her boyfriend at a time like this. "What's his number sweetie?" he asked. "Its two on my speed dial." She said tearfully. Taker picked up her phone and dialed it. "Hello." Brock said. "It's me Taker. Shelby had a mishap. She's in my room. She's asking for you." Taker said. "I'll be right there." Brock said and hung up. "He's on his way little one." Taker told her.
Brock told Trish and Jeff what Taker had said. They all took off for Brock's car. God I just hope she's alright Brock thought. He saw the worried looks on Jeff and Trish's face too. God help Taker if he hurt that girl.