((Chapter 3))
"You okay darlin'?" Mark asked, putting the tray down and wrapping an arm around her shoulder. She looked around the cafeteria, very few wrestlers were there and the one's that were weren't paying any attention to the three people standing next to the table except for Vince.
"Hello Kathie." He said.
"Randy." She said, quietly, standing behind Mark and wrapping her arms around his waist.
"You two know each other?" Randy asked.
"Yes this is my wife." Mark said, moving Lucky to his side and wrapping an arm around her shoulder.
"Wife?" Randy asked.
"Yeah how do you know Randy here?" Mark asked.
"Um...we went to high school together." Lucky stuttered.
"Oh in Saint Louis right?" Mark asked.
"Yeah, yeah." Lucky replied. "Let's eat."
She sat very close to Mark as Randy sat across from them. Mark could tell she was uncomfortable but wasn't sure why, he had a feeling it had something to do with Randy Orton.
Lucky tried her best to control her feelings. She was supposed to be protecting Mark, not the other way around. She had to get in cop mode and quick before she broke down all over again.
"Hey Mark my office." Vince said, leaving.
Lucky and Mark followed Vince to the office and he closed the door.
"Sorry I didn't realize you knew Orton." Vince said.
"I didn't realize you employed abusive asshole's." Lucky replied, crossing her arms.
"I didn't know he was on parole until I hired him and I couldn't fire him then. Besides his father is a legend." Vince said. "How did you know?"
"What are you two talking about?" Mark asked.
"I went to school with him." Lucky replied. "Let's just say I was VERY close to the reason he went to prison in the first place."
"Why did he go to prison I never got the entire story." Vince said.
"He stabbed his ex-girlfriend, because she wouldn't sleep with him on prom night." Lucky said.
"And? Just stabbed her?" Vince asked.
"Well he beat the shit out of her and a few other minor details but YEAH that's IT!" Lucky said, beginning to get angry.
"Damn what an asshole." Mark said. "Is she okay now?"
"Yeah, she's moved on." Lucky said. "But YOU keep him away from me or my cover will GET blown."
"Right." Vince said.
Mark and Lucky left and Lucky sat in the back with Stephanie, Vince's daughter, watching the show. Stephanie was a wonderful person to talk to and had actually told her lots about Mark.
Mark and Lucky got to the hotel a couple of hours later and found a bed and a couch.
"Um do you want to shower first?" Lucky asked.
"I showered at the arena. Go ahead." Mark said.
Lucky showered and changed into a pair of shorts and a tank top and came out with her hair up in a ponytail.
"Goodnight." She said, grabbing a pillow and blanket and going to the couch.
"Goodnight." He replied.
An hour or so later Lucky felt herself being shook awake. She shot up and swung at whoever was there.
"Shit that hurt." She heard Mark say. She opened her eyes and looked up to see Mark standing there holding his private's.
"I'm sorry." She said, standing from the couch and at his side.
"You were having another nightmare." Mark said, gritting his teeth.
"Are you okay?" Lucky said. "Maybe we should get separate rooms so that I don't wake you up."
"What you have nightmare's EVERY day?" Mark asked.
"Well..." Lucky began, looking at a piece of paper on the table.
'Mark,
I heard you got married baby. Trouble in paradise? She's sleeping on the couch already. You'll be mine soon, I'll tear down anyone in my way.
Your #1 Fan'
"Shit!" Lucky said. "How could I sleep through that?"
"I guess you have to sleep with me." Mark said, smiling.
"Is this the same as the other notes?" Lucky asked, not being able to push Randy out of her mind as a suspect in this incident.
"Yeah except your not usually in them. But she's always said that she'll tear anyone in her way down." Mark said.
"Go get some sleep. I need to email the Chief." Lucky said.
"What about you?" Mark asked.
"I'll sleep after I'm done." Lucky said, connecting her laptop.
She emailed the chief and she checked out a few sites, reading up on some wrestling and looking for anyone who could have been behind this. She found a few suspects, women obsessed with him and emailed their site servers and email companies to send their name and addresses to the Houston Police Department and then she re-emailed the Chief with the sites and women and their information. One in particular caught her eye, one that already reported Mark and her marriage. She wasn't worried about anyone finding out about her being a cop because all of her records were now sealed to all except herself and the Chief. She looked at the clock 7:00. SHIT! She heard the bed move and looked up to see Mark rubbing his eyes.
"I thought you said you were going to sleep." Mark said, standing.
"Well I was working and I guess I lost track of time." Lucky said, reading an email from the Chief.
"Find anything?"
"A few women that are reporting our marriage, some obsessed fans. Chief says they are talking to all the women but one the email provider's has NO information on one of them. That's strange." Lucky said.
"Well you'd better get dressed the plane leaves in two hours." Mark said.
Lucky put on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt and met Mark in the lobby with her bag. Mark carried it to the limo and into the airport. They boarded the plane and sat in the back. She looked around and noticed some of the superstars were RAW roster one's.
"I thought the RAW roster would only be with you for ONE day." Lucky whispered.
"No they are going to the show tonight for Hunter's bachelor party and THEN they are going back." Mark said.
Lucky looked up and saw Randy sit in the seat in front of them. She needed sleep, a Dr. Pepper, some food and away from Randy Orton.
"Can I get you something to drink?" A stewardess asked them.
"A Dr. Pepper right Kathie?" Randy asked.
"Orton why don't you leave my wife alone." Mark said, sternly, turning back to the stewardess. "I'll have some orange juice and so will my wife."
Orange Juice? She hated orange juice.
"Don't want people to think worthless knows more about my wife than I do. Just drink it." Mark whispered.
Lucky laughed and looked out the window. When the OJ came she drank every last drop.
"Can my wife get a pillow?" Mark asked. "She needs her rest, we're newlyweds."
Kathie smiled and looked out the window.
"Actually forget the pillow, she has my shoulder, just bring her a blanket." Mark said.
Lucky sighed as Mark wrapped his arm around her and pulled her to him. She lay her head on his shoulder and put her right hand on his chest. Then she felt him put the blanket over her. She fell asleep and didn't wake up until she felt the plane jerk when it landed. She opened her eyes and looked around. They were in New York already? No nightmares?
"No nightmares." Mark whispered, helping her out of the seat and leading her out of the plane.
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