Author's Note: I haven't written a fic in the longest time ever! This doesn't fit in with the WWE storylines as much as some fics. It's pretty much in its own little world. I do not own any of the WWE or its wrestlers but, Jeremiah Valance, Dakota and the rest of the Bianchini family are fictional characters coming from my mind. Enjoy!
"What? Are you sure?"
"Yes! I heard a large crash coming from her room and crying. I guess the person escaped from the window or they could've rushed downstairs and got out the front door. I don't know, John! I'm so scared. What if they kill her?!"
"Dakota! Calm down. I'm coming right over. I'll see you in a couple of minutes." He said to her. The two of them hung up and John threw on a pair of sweatpants over his boxers and a white wifebeater. Slipping on his runners and grabbing his keys, John Cena ran out of his hotel room. While he was escaping the lobby, he almost crashed into a woman coming in late from visiting someone.
"Sorry!" He shouted behind him, as he ran outside. The woman was in shock.
"Imbicile!" She yelled, before heading up the stairs. John drove as fast as he could over to Dakota's house. When he was pulling up into the driveway, Dakota was already running out, dressed in her pajamas. Tears were streaming down her face as John parked his car. She ran into his open arms as the two stood in the driveway. All Dakota Bianchini could do was cry. John brought her back into the house, closing the door behind him. The two headed into the kitchen, where Dakota wiped her eyes. They were still red from her constant crying. John Cena held onto her tight.
"Dakota...It'll be alright. We'll find Isabella." He said her, trying to console her.
"What if we don't, John? What if they kill her? Isabella is the most important thing in my life. Without her, I have nothing." The tears began to fill her eyes again, the thought of her daughter dead.
"You have me." John Cena said to her, looking her dead in the eyes. The two locked eyes for a moment, taking it in. Caught up in the moment, and in their feelings for each other, John and Dakota leaned in, pressing their lips together in a small kiss. After a couple seconds, they pulled away, still looking at each other. The two of them had their arms around each other. They were leaning in for another kiss when the phone rang. Dakota jumped as John let go of her. She rushed over to the phone and picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Dakota Bianchini?" A mysterious voice said. Dakota looked frightened as John walked over to her, placing his arms around her waist.
"Yes. That's me." She answered, her lips trembling.
"Ahh...Dakota, Dakota, Dakota. May I speak to Isabella?"
"Isabella isn't here right now."
"Oh, right! She got kidnapped." The voice said, laughing. Dakota's face turned as white as a ghost.
"How do you know? Who is this?" Dakota questioned, frantically as John tried to keep her calm.
"That's for me to know. And you to find out. You may never get your child back, Bianchini. Ciao!" The mystery caller said, and then hung up. Dakota slammed the phone back down onto its reciever.
"Who did it sound like?" John asked, massaging Dakota's shoulders. She turned around to look at him.
"I thought it'd be Jeremiah but, it wasn't him. The voice sounded like a woman. Not a fake woman's voice or anything. But a real woman. So, I guess...I don't know who it is!"
"Get the phone company to trace the call. They can do that here, can't they?" He asked.
"I don't know. I'll try it." She said, picking up the phone to dial the number of her phone company. After a couple of minutes of conversing with them in Italian, she hung up.
"They can do it. So, we'll have to wait a couple of minutes. Are you thirsty or something? You came here in that?!" She asked, looking at him in his beater and sweats. "Do you want a blanket or something?" She added, trying to keep calm about the situation. John Cena shook his head.
"I'm fine, Dakota. It's ok. You don't have to do anything for me. I'm here for you. I want nothing in return." He told her, as she smiled.
"Thank you for coming over, John. I don't know what I'd do without you. You're fantastico." She said, placing her arms around his neck. Dakota pulled him in for a kiss when the phone rang. She let go of him and picked up the phone. After another couple of minutes of talking, she ended the conversation with, "Grazie per provare. Ciao.(Thank you for trying. Bye.)" and hung up. Dakota then turned to John. "The call was from a payphone so, it didn't help. This person is smart!"
"It's ok. We'll find whoever it is." He said to her, as the two went over to the kitchen table and sat beside each other. Dakota buried her head in her arms on the table, with her mind racing. Where could Isabella be? Who could've taken her? There were a lot of questions running through her mind. She didn't know what to do. There John was, comforting her. She didn't know how to repay him. Another question that ran through her mind was, How do I feel about him?
John Cena looked at Dakota, who had placed her head on the table and was silent. He ran his fingers through her long, dark brown hair. His mind was going crazy, being so close to her but, never ever telling her how he felt. The kiss they shared earlier was like a dream. To any other person, it would be nothing. But, to John Cena...the master of thugonomics...it was a little piece of heaven.
"What? Are you sure?"
"Yes! I heard a large crash coming from her room and crying. I guess the person escaped from the window or they could've rushed downstairs and got out the front door. I don't know, John! I'm so scared. What if they kill her?!"
"Dakota! Calm down. I'm coming right over. I'll see you in a couple of minutes." He said to her. The two of them hung up and John threw on a pair of sweatpants over his boxers and a white wifebeater. Slipping on his runners and grabbing his keys, John Cena ran out of his hotel room. While he was escaping the lobby, he almost crashed into a woman coming in late from visiting someone.
"Sorry!" He shouted behind him, as he ran outside. The woman was in shock.
"Imbicile!" She yelled, before heading up the stairs. John drove as fast as he could over to Dakota's house. When he was pulling up into the driveway, Dakota was already running out, dressed in her pajamas. Tears were streaming down her face as John parked his car. She ran into his open arms as the two stood in the driveway. All Dakota Bianchini could do was cry. John brought her back into the house, closing the door behind him. The two headed into the kitchen, where Dakota wiped her eyes. They were still red from her constant crying. John Cena held onto her tight.
"Dakota...It'll be alright. We'll find Isabella." He said her, trying to console her.
"What if we don't, John? What if they kill her? Isabella is the most important thing in my life. Without her, I have nothing." The tears began to fill her eyes again, the thought of her daughter dead.
"You have me." John Cena said to her, looking her dead in the eyes. The two locked eyes for a moment, taking it in. Caught up in the moment, and in their feelings for each other, John and Dakota leaned in, pressing their lips together in a small kiss. After a couple seconds, they pulled away, still looking at each other. The two of them had their arms around each other. They were leaning in for another kiss when the phone rang. Dakota jumped as John let go of her. She rushed over to the phone and picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Dakota Bianchini?" A mysterious voice said. Dakota looked frightened as John walked over to her, placing his arms around her waist.
"Yes. That's me." She answered, her lips trembling.
"Ahh...Dakota, Dakota, Dakota. May I speak to Isabella?"
"Isabella isn't here right now."
"Oh, right! She got kidnapped." The voice said, laughing. Dakota's face turned as white as a ghost.
"How do you know? Who is this?" Dakota questioned, frantically as John tried to keep her calm.
"That's for me to know. And you to find out. You may never get your child back, Bianchini. Ciao!" The mystery caller said, and then hung up. Dakota slammed the phone back down onto its reciever.
"Who did it sound like?" John asked, massaging Dakota's shoulders. She turned around to look at him.
"I thought it'd be Jeremiah but, it wasn't him. The voice sounded like a woman. Not a fake woman's voice or anything. But a real woman. So, I guess...I don't know who it is!"
"Get the phone company to trace the call. They can do that here, can't they?" He asked.
"I don't know. I'll try it." She said, picking up the phone to dial the number of her phone company. After a couple of minutes of conversing with them in Italian, she hung up.
"They can do it. So, we'll have to wait a couple of minutes. Are you thirsty or something? You came here in that?!" She asked, looking at him in his beater and sweats. "Do you want a blanket or something?" She added, trying to keep calm about the situation. John Cena shook his head.
"I'm fine, Dakota. It's ok. You don't have to do anything for me. I'm here for you. I want nothing in return." He told her, as she smiled.
"Thank you for coming over, John. I don't know what I'd do without you. You're fantastico." She said, placing her arms around his neck. Dakota pulled him in for a kiss when the phone rang. She let go of him and picked up the phone. After another couple of minutes of talking, she ended the conversation with, "Grazie per provare. Ciao.(Thank you for trying. Bye.)" and hung up. Dakota then turned to John. "The call was from a payphone so, it didn't help. This person is smart!"
"It's ok. We'll find whoever it is." He said to her, as the two went over to the kitchen table and sat beside each other. Dakota buried her head in her arms on the table, with her mind racing. Where could Isabella be? Who could've taken her? There were a lot of questions running through her mind. She didn't know what to do. There John was, comforting her. She didn't know how to repay him. Another question that ran through her mind was, How do I feel about him?
John Cena looked at Dakota, who had placed her head on the table and was silent. He ran his fingers through her long, dark brown hair. His mind was going crazy, being so close to her but, never ever telling her how he felt. The kiss they shared earlier was like a dream. To any other person, it would be nothing. But, to John Cena...the master of thugonomics...it was a little piece of heaven.