****Okie dokie, last one for now...well, until maybe tomorrow, depends on how many ideas pop into my head! Thanks again for the reviews and I hope you enjoy. This chapter is a little...hmmm...weird? And after watching Raw I'm thinking of getting Lita into this story to hit Matt around the head with a tyre iron! Oooh, he was so mean to her! Still, I have taped Smackdown as well and I will be watching that tonight. Perhaps I'll get some inspiration after watching all the big nearly naked men throwing each other around! Drool!****

Chapter twenty-one

Lenny flicked a nervous glance sideways at Kevin and just as quickly looked away when she found him watching her. He was going to kill her, that was it. He was going to kill her, chop her up and spread her body parts all over Texas. No-one would ever find her and even if they did they wouldn't be able to identify her. Unless they used dental records. But Kevin might have thought of that, and he might be planning on keeping her teeth as a souvenir, maybe wear them around his neck on a string of leather. She chewed her lip as she thought of all the ghastly things he could do and then she risked another peek at him, finding him still staring.

In truth, Kevin couldn't keep his eyes off her and it was driving him nuts. He knew that if Mark and the others hadn't been in the car with them then he would be parking somewhere with her right now. Not that she looked like she'd be too keen on that idea at the moment, she looked sort of frightened, he thought. And so she should, he reminded himself, after what she had done!

His eyes narrowed on the way her hands were fidgeting and he had to suppress the urge to hold her hand. He sighed. This was getting him nowhere. Being mad at her wasn't working, trying to keep away from her definitely wasn't working either because all he did was think about her. He glanced across at Mark and frowned. He hadn't ever seen his friend this happy before, and it was all due to a woman. So, would it really be so bad to have a little romance in his own life? Even if it was with someone young enough to be his daughter? He had to admit that he had feelings for her, which was odd considering he never normally let his emotions get the better of him. He thought back to the night he had rushed to her rescue, and she had slept in his arms all night. It had felt good. Really good, and he wanted to repeat it. His eyes fixed on Lenny again and traced her soft features, a smile touching his mouth at the slight stain of colour on her cheeks. Okay, she was cute, too. And feisty. She stood up to him even when he showed her his considerable temper, and she didn't back down without a fight...or a fright. She didn't use her wiles to get in his good books as many women had done before her, and she couldn't hide her feelings when he touched her. There was absolutely nothing fake about her either. He frowned as he listed all her attributes in his head, wondering why he hadn't seen it before. She fit him, perfectly.

His lips parted on a shocked breath and he had to turn his head and stare blindly at the passing scenery so no-one noticed. All this time he had been pushing her away and fighting, and she was the one thing that had been missing from his life all these years. For once he was totally at a loss. He had no idea what to do and it scared him to death. He swallowed deeply several times and took a few steadying breaths. He would get on with their little plan at the moment, and then later he would have a chat with Mark. Hell, if it worked for women, then surely it could work for him?

He was dragged out of his thoughts when Mark pulled over and switched off the engine. "Well, ladies, we're here. Hope you're ready," he said, turning towards the men in the back-seat and grinning.

They all looked at where they were parked and Jeff immediately blanched, his eyes becoming huge. "No way! You are not getting me to go in there!"

"You're dead wrong about that, Jeffy," Mark murmured, opening his door and stepping out, waiting for Kevin to follow suit.

"You can't do this! Who knows what they'll do to us? Oh God...!" Matt said, struggling madly as Kevin pulled him out of the truck.

"Don't panic, Matt, I'm sure you'll be very popular," Kevin said, forcing away his darker thoughts and enjoying this for what it was. He reached behind him and grabbed Adam, pulling him out as well until all four men were standing on the sidewalk.

Lenny hadn't been pulled out of the truck and she wondered why, but she didn't dare ask. She looked up at the bright pink neon sign and frowned. 'The Pink Coconut', it read. Some sort of club, but not one she knew about.

"Now then, girls," Kevin drawled, grinning in a totally evil way, "let's go inside, shall we?"

"No! Kevin, don't you fucking dare....get off me!" Jeff yelled as the big man virtually picked him up and carried him through the doors to the club. Matt was handled by Mark and Adam just seemed to be in a daze, following along because he was attached to the others. Shannon was too scared not to do as he was told and he was the last inside, his heart hammering inside his chest when he got a good look at the place. Obviously Matt and Jeff had known this was a gay bar as soon as they saw it, but he hadn't been so sure. Now he had no doubt about it. He had actually thought that places like this were fictional, only in films or on bad TV shows. But no, apparently they were all too real. There were some great big biker types sitting at the bar, all of them with thick moustaches and wearing leather....he almost laughed at the cliché, but decided it was probably unwise. His eyes, already huge, grew even wider when Mark approached a couple of the guys and shook hands, laughing at something the men said to him before he led them over to his own odd looking group.

"Rick, guys, these boys here are up for a little entertainment tonight," Mark said, grinning widely at the look of horror on the younger men's faces. "I was hoping maybe they could entertain...well....you?" He turned to one of the big bikers and placed the rope in his hand, effectively giving him control of the three bound men. Another one walked up to Shannon and grabbed his chin.

"Mmm, this one looks real cute, can I have him?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at Mark.

"Sure, why not," Mark said, trying hard not to laugh. "Just make sure you drop them off later on, okay? And...try not to cause too much damage, hmm?"

"Sure thing man, no problem. Now then you cute little things," the one holding the rope said, looking the shaking boys up and down with a twinkle in his eyes, "let's just go and get a little more comfortable, shall we?" He winked at Mark and dragged the men away, getting help from his friends as they resisted.

Kevin watched it all and then followed Mark outside, chuckling and shaking his head. "Did you see their faces? They were scared to death!"

"I know," Mark said, laughing out loud. "If they only knew that those guys wouldn't hurt a fly. Still, maybe they'll learn a valuable lesson?"

"That'll be the day," Kevin said, shaking his head. "You sure those guys won't hurt them?"

"Yeah, they're good guys. Two of them work at the Harley place, and I've known them for years. But those lot don't know that, they'll be wondering if they'll be able to walk straight when they leave here." Mark laughed again and started towards the truck. "Rick will bring them back in about an hour or two, completely unharmed. Except for the humiliation of course."

"What are they gonna do to them?" Kevin asked.

"Make them dance for them, probably. Sit them on their laps, treat them like their little pets....something like that. They'll hate every second of it, but it'll give them time to think about all the things they've done to us in the past."

"Good. They deserve a little embarrassment just for what they did today. Talking of which," Kevin said, his eyes narrowing as he looked at Lenny sitting so still in the truck, "what am I going to do about her?"

"I know what I'd do," Mark murmured, stopping and looking at her through the window. "She wouldn't be able to sit down for a month, maybe longer."

"I'd love to do that, but Sam would never speak to me again," Kevin said, frowning as his unwelcome emotions intruded again. "Besides, I wouldn't want to hurt her."

Mark's eyebrows shot up and he stared at his big friend. "And why would that be?"

Kevin shrugged. "I'm damned if I know. I feel...I don't know. I don't like feeling like this."

"Like what?" Mark asked, narrowing his eyes suspiciously as he studied Kevin's expression. He had seen that same look before, when he looked in the mirror. And it was usually when he was thinking about Amy.

Kevin shifted, uncomfortable with talking about it, even though he had planned to talk to Mark before the day was out anyway. "Confused, scared...horny all the fucking time."

"Hmm," Mark murmured, wondering whether to bring the 'L' word up or not. He decided not to, not just yet. "Come on, let's get back and you can have a beer."

"Yeah, that'd be good. But it still doesn't solve the problem of what to do with her," he grumbled as he followed Mark to the truck and got in, looking at Lenny in irritation and then staring stonily out of the window.

Lenny sat silently for a few minutes as they made their way back to the ranch, but her curiosity soon got the better of her. "Where are the others?" she asked.

"In a gay bar having a good time," Mark answered immediately, chuckling again.

"A gay bar? But...they're not...are they?" she stammered.

"No, they're not," Mark said, smiling as he thought of what the boys were probably going through right now. "And right about now I think they're probably wishing they hadn't played their little joke on Kevin."

"Oh," she said in a small voice, swallowing nervously. Good God, if they had taken the boys to a gay bar looking the way they had, what on earth would they do to her? She glanced up at Kevin, biting her lip when she saw the anger clearly written in his eyes. "I...er....I guess it wouldn't help if I said I was sorry?"

He turned and looked at her in surprise. "You're apologising?"

She nodded and looked away, uncomfortable under that heavy scrutiny. "They made me do it."

Kevin's lips thinned. "That's just what Copeland said, and that didn't work any better for him that it'll work for you. No-one forced you into anything."

"Well, they asked me to...and..." she trailed off and went silent, giving up. What was the point? He wasn't going to listen anyway.

"And?" he prompted her, glancing out of the window as Mark pulled through the gate to his property.

"Nothing," she said quietly, looking up at where they were and hoping she'd be able to escape soon.

Mark stopped the truck outside the garage and switched the engine off, handing the keys to Kevin. "See ya later," he said, getting out and winking at Kevin before walking away and leaving them to it.

Lenny watched him go and darted another glance at Kevin, seeing he had turned his body slightly so he was leaning back on the door, staring at her in the confines of the vehicle. She looked at the drivers side door and wondered if she could slide all the way across the seat and get out before he stopped her, but she knew that was being overly optimistic. The big arm that snaked around her waist and pulled her right over next to him confirmed the fact she was going nowhere and she swallowed down the knot of fear that had formed in her throat.

"Give me a reason not to put you over my knee, Lenny, and make it good," he said to her, his voice softer than she had expected.

She tried to think of an excuse, but it was useless. She couldn't say she hadn't meant it, because she had. She couldn't blame the others, because they hadn't made her do anything she didn't want to do. But she could at least defend herself a little. "I didn't have anything to do with tying you up, and I didn't even know they'd drugged you, they told me you were drunk. And I didn't take your clothes off."

"But you did make me up? And do my hair?" he asked her, arching one eyebrow.

She nodded. "I only did it because they asked me to, and because of the cake."

"The cake?"

"The one you sat me on. I wanted to get you back for it," she mumbled, knowing it sounded childish.

"And now you think we're even?" he asked her, watching the way she ducked her head and wouldn't make eye contact with him.

She shrugged. "I guess so. After all...you did carry me through all those people and then...you..." she broke off and went red as she remembered just what he had done.

Kevin chuckled and relaxed his tense muscles. "I suppose we could call that even. You know what I'd like Lenny?" She shook her head and glanced up at him, instantly unable to look away from his heated gaze. "I'd like to kiss you and hold you without it being because you're scared or I'm angry, that's what I'd really like."

****And that's that for now. Hope it was okay and I didn't leave it in a horrible place. I did? Oh dear, what a shame! Mwahahahahaha! I am so evil!!****