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"I'm so bored," Trish said with a bored expression on her face.
"Well, what do you want to do?" Christian asked with a hopeful smile.
Trish scowled as she saw the look in his eyes. "You know, I would like to do something else other than that."
Christian tried to hide his disappointment. Ever since the first time they had actually had sex, she had been pulling away from him slowly but surely. He wasn't sure what she wanted but he knew he would move heaven and earth to give it to her. All she had to do was open her pretty little mouth and tell him what she wanted and he would do it; no questions asked.
"Well, I had better go check out a few of our 'prospects.' Have you heard anything else about the new guy in town?" Christian asked.
"No, I know nothing other than his name," Trish said deep in thought. "Hopefully that will change soon."
"Keep your eyes open and remember, we've got a lot riding on the next job," Christian said with a guarded look on his face.
"I know," Trish said quietly. She leaned up and kissed him softly. "Be careful."
"Always," Christian said turning to walk out the door.
Trish sat there wondering if he was going to show up today. She had been waiting to hear from him and she hated waiting. She also hated lying to Christian but when push came to shove, she always looked out for herself first and always would.
She walked over to the front door glancing outside noticing the new stranger sitting out on the front porch. She was a woman and a passionate one at that. Christian was never as exciting in bed as he liked to think that he was. She then closed her eyes and smiled as she heard the back door open.
"Miss me?" Hunter asked wrapping his arms around her from behind.
"Of course, I missed you," Trish said leaning her head against his chest. "How much longer do I have to keep this up?"
"Not too much longer," Hunter said kissing her on her neck.
Trish closed her eyes and let the lust she was feeling take over. There had never been a man more dangerous or more exciting than Hunter was. She knew that Christian would be heartbroken when he found out about her and Hunter but she didn't care. In her world, it was all about Trish and what she wanted and that was just the way she liked it.
Vince McMahon sat at his desk contemplating his next move. He was getting disappointed with Hunter; the man was getting way too sloppy quicker than Vince had anticipated. Everything had to be perfect and it wasn't. Hunter was not the shrewd man that Vince had first thought him to be.
Hunter had started out as a lackey at first and then slowly Vince had started giving him more and more responsibility. He was impressed with the man's ability to smell weakness and pounce on it. It was one of the reasons that Vince owned almost the entire town that Hunter lived in. Real estate was a safe place to put 'dirty' money. But Hunter was getting too cocky; he was going to have to do something about him and fast.
It was at times like these that he missed his old pal, Freddie Blassie. Freddie was the one man that Vince trusted. He also didn't agree with Vince's business practices. He was never afraid of Vince either; that was another thing that Vince admired about his old friend. Freddie had always been honest with Vince, whether he liked it or not. When Freddie died, Vince knew that his secret had died with him.
"Of course, Freddie didn't even know he had a secret," Vince thought to himself with a small smile on his face.
He twirled around and looked at the portrait of his wife hanging on the wall. She was such a beautiful woman and at one point and time, they were passionately in love. His eyes then turned cold. He swiveled back around in his chair with an angry look on his face.
"Everything was fine until my meddling kids got involved," Vince said to himself. He closed his eyes and counted to ten. He then opened his eyes and sighed. He only wanted what was best for his family. Why couldn't they see that?
Growing up a bastard had not helped Vince in anything in his early life. He had to deal with his fair share of ridicule and shunning due to his mother's indiscretions. He had never even met his father. All he knew was that when he was older, there was no way in hell that anybody was going to hurt him like that again. He would have respect or die trying.
Until he met Linda, he was well on his way. Falling in love wasn't part of his plan but love didn't care and didn't discriminate. She was the first woman that he had ever met that took his breath away on sight. She was a beautiful woman, with her long blonde hair and her dancing blue eyes. To this day, no woman had ever affected him the way she had.
He loved her then and still did to this day, though he had no idea where she was. He got up from his desk and looked out the window. She had found out about his 'business' dealings and wanted him to stop. He refused and she shut down to the point that he tried to act like he didn't care just to get her to leave him alone.
It hadn't taken Shane very long to know that something was very wrong with his parents' relationship. Shane was turning into a bright businessman himself which Vince took great pride in. Shane, however, chose to run legitimate businesses while his father still ran the unsavory ones.
One night, things had exploded to the point of no return. Vince felt a chill go up his spine as he remembered the events leading up to his world being turned upside down. He remembered every detail as if it had happened yesterday.
"Have you lost your mind dad?" Shane asked with a look of disbelief on his face. "You can't do this to mom and Stephanie. I won't let you."
"You won't let me," Vince said with an evil look on his face. "You can't stop me."
"That's where you wrong dad," Shane said with a conceited look on his face. He reminded Vince so much of himself at times and at other times, he was nothing like him. "I can and I will."
"Why are you doing this? Why can't you just mind your own damn business?" Vince asked not wanting to fight with his own flesh and blood. He wanted his son on 'his' side.
"I can't! You hit mom and threatened to marry Stephanie off to Jake 'the Snake' Roberts! What kind of man would want that kind of life for his only daughter?" Shane said.
"What? Is it a crime for a father to want to make sure that his daughter was took care of? And you know NOTHING of what happened between your mother and I!" Vince said the anger starting to take control.
"The hell I don't! Well, I tell you what old man, don't you worry about either one of them ever again. I've took care of them and you will never find them," Shane said.
Vince got up from his desk and grabbed Shane by his jacket. "What in the hell have you done?"
Shane grabbed his father's hands and made him release the hold that he had on his jacket. "I've done what you should have been doing all along. I sent them away from this mess where you will never find them. You'll never hurt them again. You hear me, you'll never hurt them again, I swear it!"
"Boss," Pat Patterson said walking into Vince's office. Pat had been Vince's right hand man for many years. The older gentleman had a sweet looking face that helped Vince out more than anything or anybody had over the years. Pat was a good man that was real easy to talk into things, which is why Vince had kept him around all these years.
"What is it?" Vince said with a scowl on his face. He hated that memory and wished that he could erase it. Every time he thought of his family, that scene inevitably played in his head. He wished that he could erase it but he knew deep down inside of himself that that would never happen.
"It's time," Pat said quietly turning around and walking out of the office.
Vince got up and grabbed his cowboy hat from the side of his desk. Dressing in black from head to toe was his way of thumbing his nose at society and it made him feel powerful. He crossed the office with a swagger that couldn't be imitated. The time had come and this time, he wouldn't lose. There was too much at stake.
Chris quickly walked up the steps to the saloon. He had been trying to wait until a decent time of day to go to the saloon but couldn't wait any longer. He had fought himself since daybreak about coming over and seeing her. Finally, unable to stop himself, he left the hotel walking swiftly and quickly before he changed his mind. He walked in surprised to see nobody in there but Stephanie.
Stephanie smiled as she watched him walk in. She had been hoping that he would drop by and he did. "Good morning Chris."
"Good morning Miss Stephanie," Chris said with a smile. "Looks like you could use some company."
"I could," Stephanie said with a grin. "How about a cup of coffee?"
"That sounds great," Chris said taking a seat at the saloon.
Stephanie went to the end of the saloon and poured a cup of coffee for Chris. She already had drunk three cups herself and was currently working on her fourth. With her late nights and early mornings, she had found that coffee seemed to give her the extra energy that she needed.
"There you go," Stephanie said setting the cup in front of Chris.
"Thank you," Chris said picking it up and taking a sip. "Excellent."
"Thanks. It took me a long time to figure out how to make a decent cup of coffee," Stephanie said chuckling over past experiences of coffee making that were not pleasant at the time.
"Somehow, I find that hard to imagine," Chris said with a grin.
"Just ask Show, he can tell you how horrible those first few pots of coffee were. Of course, he's not going to tell you in front of me cause he doesn't want to hurt my feelings."
"Can I ask you something? You don't have to answer it if you don't want to," Chris said.
"Sure, what do you want to know?"
"How did such a pretty girl like you end up here?" Chris asked.
Stephanie blushed and looked down at her cup. "He called me pretty," she thought to herself. "Well, it's a long boring story that you really don't want to hear."
"With all due respect, I doubt very seriously that any story with you in it is boring," Chris said trying to get her to talk to him.
Stephanie looked into his eyes and felt like she was drowning. She wanted to tell him so bad but she couldn't. Her freedom was at risk and she just couldn't take the chance; there was just too much for her to lose. "Let's just say that I was in a very bad situation and I got out of it."
Chris could tell by the look on her face that the subject was closed. He wanted to push but knew it was useless. If she was anything like her brother, he knew he wouldn't find out anything else other than what she told him. It would stay like that until she was ready to tell him.
"What about you? What's your story cowboy?" Stephanie asked with a small smile.
"Not much to tell really," Chris said with a slight grin. He picked up his coffee and took another sip. "I was orphaned at a young age and forced to grow up. I stayed on the streets most of my life until this man got me off the streets. He taught me everything I know about cattle and gave me a new start."
"I'm sorry," Stephanie said taking her hand and setting it on top of his. "I can only imagine the pain you went thru growing up like that."
"Well, I'm sure I am not the first person that has grew up that way and probably won't be the last," Chris said with a sad smile.
Unable to stop himself, he took his other hand and placed it on top of hers. They sat here just staring into each other's eyes, content and happy to do that. Chris had never wanted to kiss a woman as bad as he did Stephanie at that moment. He picked her hand up and kissed it softly. "What would you say if I told you that I wanted to kiss you?"
"I would have to say that I wouldn't mind it," Stephanie said with a hopeful expression on her face.
"Miss Stephanie," Show hollered walking in the back door. "Where do you want me to start?"
Stephanie quickly pulled her hand away from Chris with an apologetic look on her face. "I'll be right there Show. I had better show him what I want done. Would you excuse me?"
"Of course," Chris said tipping his hat.
Stephanie quickly walked into the back wishing Show could have given her five more minutes. She was excited and scared at the same time. Working in a saloon, people automatically assumed that she was a loose woman. Wouldn't they be shocked to find that she had never even kissed a man before?
Chris sat there trying to shake his head of its dangerous thoughts. He knew Shane liked him but he didn't know if he liked him enough to let him fall for his sister. He would like to think that Shane would but he didn't know for sure. When it came to family loyalties, Chris had no clue on what to expect due to his own lonely childhood.
"I'm so sorry for that. Show doesn't like to touch anything until I tell him exactly what I want," Stephanie said with a blush.
"I bet you are a perfectionist," Chris said with a wry grin.
"Yes," Stephanie said with a surprised look. "How did you know that?"
"Well, after being on my own practically all my life, you learn how to read people pretty quick," Chris said.
"I wish I could do that," Stephanie said with a wishful tone to her voice.
"It's not as easy as it seems. I have been wrong a time or two," Chris said with a chuckle.
"Somehow I doubt that," Stephanie said with a smile.
"You're right, I'm always right," Chris said with a smile and a wink. "I guess I had better get to moving."
"Do you have to leave so soon?" Stephanie asked unable to keep the hopeful tone out of her voice. "I mean, you just got here."
"Unfortunately, I do," Chris said apologetically with a sad smile. "But don't you worry, I'll be back this evening."
"I'm going to hold you to that," Stephanie said with a smile.
"You do that," Chris said getting up from the stool. "Have a good day now and I'll see you later."
"Ok," Stephanie said with a sad expression on her face.
Chris grinned and headed out the door. He would be back later that evening. If he had his way, he was going to be seeing a lot of Miss Stephanie in the future. He did not care what Shane or anybody else thought of him, the only thing that mattered to Chris was the beautiful brunette sitting in the saloon waiting for him to come back