Jessie fiddled with the radio in the truck. "You don't car if I put on some tunes do ya?" Jessie asked. "Go ahead but none of that rap shit." Mark said. Jessie laughed and found a country station. "Do you listen to rap?" Mark asked. "I listen to a little bit of everything." Jessie said. "So what do you do Mark?" Jessie asked. Mark didn't say anything for a minute. "I'M a professional Wrestler." Mark said. "No shit? I've watched here and there over the years. Jessie looked at him closely. Then she smacked her self in the forehead. "You're the undertaker. God I must be having a crack attack. God I should have figured that one out when I seen your tats." Jessie said. "So do you like doing that?" Jessie asked. "Yea I've always enjoyed it. I like to travel so the lifestyle works for me. I'll probably retire in a couple of years. Wear and tear on the body is starting to take its toll." Mark said. "Can I ask ya something else Mark?" Jessie asked. He shrugged. "Yea." He said. "Why are you so sad?" Jessie asked. "Who said I was sad?" Mark asked. This little girl was far too perceptive Mark thought. Jessie shrugged. "I can just tell that's all." Jessie said. Mark sighed. "I'm just going through some stuff right now. I been through two divorces. The last one I caught my wife in bed with a guy I work with, found out the baby she was carrying wasn't mine. I 'm just wondering if I'm going to end up spending the rest of my life alone. Women, all they seem to care about is my money, fame and the life style that's goes with it. Most want a one night stand with the Undertaker so they can have bragging rights." Mark shook his head. "None of them want to be with me, Mark, The guy who is stiff every morning after a match. I have to get up and loosen my muscles up before I can really get moving. They don't want the man who has aches and pains everyday and who is a little rough around the edges. They want The Undertaker, The big dog. That's just a character, that's not who I am." Mark said. Jessie heard the pain in his voice. "Yea well there a bunch of idiots, cause Mark is a really great guy. They don't know what there missing." Jessie said grinning at him. Mark looked at her and smiled. Hell he actually felt better. "Thanks for the therapy session." Mark said laughing. "No problem, just one of my many services." Jessie said laughing with him.
Davie sat in his office staring at bobby. "How could you let her get away?" Davie asked. "Boss this guy was huge I didn't stand a chance. But I called Tommy. He picked up there trail. As soon as they stop again, he's going to grab Jessie. No problem" Bobby said. Bobby looked at Davie. He wasn't a huge man. He was only 5"9. He had blonde hair and piercing blue eyes but it was the looking those eyes that sacred people. They were cold and life less, dead. Bobby thought. "Well you better hope its no problem. I want my property back. When I do get her back she's going to pay." Davie said.
Mark pulled in at a restaurant. "Hungry?" He asked. "Always." Jessie said laughing. "Yea you could stand to gain some weight." Mark said looking at her. They went in and got a booth. They both ordered steaks and baked potatoes. "Mark I'll be right back." Jessie said heading for the restroom. Mark had to take a leak so he trailed behind her and then went into the men's room.
Jessie walked out of the rest room and found herself being grabbed from behind. Tommy put his hand over her mouth. "Don't try to scream bitch." Tommy said as he dragged her outside.
Mark walked out of the bathroom in time to see Jessie being pulled through the door. He took off after her. He slammed the door open and got to them just as the guy was trying to shove Jessie in the door of the car. Mark grabbed the man and started punching the shit out of him. The man pulled down on Mark's head and it hit the edge of the car door. That just pissed Mark off and he kicked the man right in the face. The man fell like a ton of bricks. Mark turned to see if Jessie was okay. She was standing there with a gun in her hand. "Where did you get that?" he asked. "I picked it off that asshole right there. Now move so I can shoot his sorry ass." Jessie said. "Jessie put it down, now." Mark said. "Why he deserves it." Jessie said. "You don't want to start off your new life this way by killing someone do you?" Mark asked. Jessie looked at Mark and handed him the gun. Mark emptied it of the bullets and dropped it in the trash can. He turned around and seen Jessie getting her stuff out of the truck. "What are you doing?" Mark asked coming up behind her. "I'm taking off. I'm putting you in danger by being with you." Jessie said. Mark took her arm in a gentle grip. "You're not doing any such thing. Get in the truck." Mark said. Jessie looked up at Mark. "This guys carry guns Mark with real bullets even you can't stop bullets." Jessie said. "That's my decision to make Jessie." Mark said "I don't want anything to happen to you because of me." Jessie said looking up at him. "Your head is bleeding." Jessie said reaching up to touch the cut on his forehead. "I've had worse." Mark said huskily. Her touch on his head was making him feel something he wasn't sure what. Mark pulled back abruptly. "Come on lets get the hell out of here." Mark said. Jessie got in the truck and Mark shut the door and went and got in the drivers side. "Are you okay?" Mark asked Jessie. "Yea I'm cool." Jessie said. He pulled back onto the highway. He was getting out of West Virginia tonight even if he had to drive for a while.