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Notes: I'm not really sure which one is John;s older brother so I just picked a random brother and used him in the fic for now. Umm, I'm sorry for any OOCness that I'm sure happened when I wrote this. Hope y'all like this chapter. Thanks for all the reviews!

Disclaimer: I don't any of the recognizible characters.


Chapter 4

The rest of the flight to West Newbury went smoothly. The redhead eventually falling asleep, the shoulder of the dark haired superstar being used as a makeshift pillow. The Massachusetts native couldn't help but comment about women not being able to resist touching him, when the redhead had woken up. Of course that comment had resulted in a nice slap to the face, but the action was waved off and the two had managed to get off the plane and to the baggage claim with no troubles.

"Are we driving to your house?" Lita asked. Her hand currently in her captors as she trailed behind him.

"Nah, we're gonna be walkin' the fuckin' 90 miles to my house. " John stated sarcastically, earning himself another slap from the redhead.

"Smartass."

"Whatever, Marc's suppose to meet me here." John answered as they made their way through the crowd of people with their bags.

"Yo John!"

"Speak of the devil." John smirked as Marc Predka, better known to the people as Tha Trademarc, made his way over to the pair, an eyebrow raised.

"Man, I saw what happened Monday night but I didn't think you actually kidnapped her." Marc stated when he was standing in front of the two, glancing from the redhead to his cousin. "You have problems."

"You think." Lita spoke up as she handed her bag over to Marc after the man had offered to take her bag.

"Woman, no one asked ya." John grumbled before looking up at his cousin. "How is it she lets ya take her bag but wouldn't let me. Never mind I don't care, let's go."

The other man nodded trying to hide his amused smirk. "I still can't believe you kidnapped her. What the hell she suppose to be your toy?"

John smirked, "Ya know I neva really thought of it that way. Dude maybe I can get her in one of those little French maid outfits, and play dress up. She can be my personal little toy."

Of course the dark haired man hadn't thought about the effect those words would have on the present party. But then again he hadn't done much thinking lately.

"Damn it. Would you stop hittin' me!" John exclaimed, glaring at the woman next to him. "Do I have some sort of bulls-eye on the back of my head or somethin'?"

Marc tried not to laugh at his cousin's obvious discomfort, deciding it best that he just reminded quiet and just manage to get the two to his car before any blood was spilt.

-X-

"Home Sweet Home."

Cena pushed open the front door, the redhead being poked in the side when she didn't move. With a scowl the diva slapped his hand away and managed to pry her other hand free from his grip. With a relieved sigh, she turned to run in the opposite direction. John rolling his eyes after her, before he chased after he. Unfortunately for the redhead, she had turned to see where John was and ran smack into his cousin.

"Whoa there baby girl." Marc laughed as he prevented the redhead from falling back on her ass.

Lita frowned, "Can you kindly let go of me?"

Marc simply shook his head as he turned her around. The two watching as John slowly made his way over.

"I'm really startin' to think I needa leash for ya."

Hazel eyes narrowed as she slapped his hand away again. "Don't touch me. I can walk, pig."

John rolled his eyes, "This coming from the woman who's sleepin' wit' that ass Edge."

The redhead frowned deeply, she took a deep breath before she tried to scratch at him. Her leg coming in contact with his shin.

"Let me kill him!" She yelled as she struggled against Marc.

The 28 year-old simply shaking his head as he pulled the fuming redhead towards the house and away from John, who was currently muttering about killing the redhead in her sleep as he rubbed his aching shin. John catching what sounded like, "You do realize you're helping him with this crazy ass plan to hold me hostage?"

The dark haired superstar limped his way into the house, frowning at the sight in front of. Lita sat crossed leg on one of the single chairs in the living room. Marc sat on the arm of the long couch John's younger brother was sleeping on.

"Do me a favor and go get the bags." John pointed out the door when Marc looked up at him. Marc held his smirk as he walked pass, John making his way over to the couch and smacking his brother rather hard on the head. "Wake up you lazy ass. It's 3 in the damn afternoon."

"You're so mean." Lita stated from her spot watching the TV set that had been left on.

John mocked her, "No one asked ya for any input. Just sit there and be quiet."

The redhead glared at him, sticking out her tongue.

John rose a brow, "Ya know there are many uses for that tongue of yours and I wouldn't mind demonstrating for ya."

"Aw, Ew John I need not need to hear that when I first wake up." His brother groaned from the couch.

Blue eyes rolled, "Whatever. You're suppose to be watchin' the house not sleepin' Steve."

Steve grumbled as he ran his hair through his hair. Glancing around sleepily till his gaze fell on the cross-legged redhead.

"Do I even wanna know?"

"Just my girlfriend man. Don't worry 'bout anythin'."

The redhead scoffed, "In your dreams Cena."

"What have I told ya 'bout callin' me that?" John growled.

"I can call you whatever I want." She wanted a beat before adding: "J-dawg."

At this the two other men in the room laughed, Marc nearly dropping the bags on his foot.

"J-dawg." Marc commented. "Nice name."

"I know isn't it?" Lita smiled, "I made it for him. It suits him." a pointed glare sent at the aforementioned male.

"I made it for him." John mimicked, "Stupid redheaded devil."

"You're so mature." She mumbled sarcastically.

"I know, but redheaded devil is too long. Maybe I should just call ya Tazz." John smirked as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Ain't that sweet. They got pet names for each other." Steve mumbled from his position on the couch. "Aren't you gonna introduce her to me."

John shrugged, "I guess so. Tazz that's my pain in the ass bro Steve. Steve, met Tazz."

"It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Lita not Tazz. I pity you for having him as a brother." Lita smiled as she shook the younger mans' hand. "You know Johnny boy, you still have to take me shopping. I refuse to walk around it the same clothes for three weeks."

"That can wait. I'm tired."

"No I want to go now."

"You ain't in a position to be orderin' me around." John shot back.

"If you want me to cooperate then you'll take me now." Lita stated as she stood up with her arms crossed, daring him to argue.

"Fine if it'll shut ya up. Let's go...Tazz."

A whipping noise was heard from one of the peanut gallery.

-X-

Marc scowled at his cousin. "Explain to me why I had to come while you took that one shopping?"

"Ya shoulda thought of that before ya decided to make fun of me." John answered as he stuffed his hands in his jean pockets.

The two currently waiting for the redhead to emerge from the dressing room. She was taking her good old time with trying everything on. Most likely to spite John.

"Are ya done yet?" John complained, "I'm hungry and we already got plenty of shit. Ya don't need anymore."

"You shouldn't have offered to take me shopping." the redhead shot back.

"Feisty ain't she." Marc laughed.

"Shut up man. No one asked you."

You're fault not mind."

"You know what..."

"When you two are finished." Lita stated as she walked out with two more outfits in hand.

The clothing soon being thrusted into John's arms. "Now go pay for it." He blinked at her. "The sooner you get your ass up the sooner we can leave."

Ignoring the laughing coming from his cousin John trudged to the counter to pay. A few minutes later, the three made there way out of the store.

"God you're worse then Dawn and Torrie."

Lita feigned hurt, "That hurts." She patted her heart. "Right here seriously."

"I like this girl she can keep ya in check." Marc said as he readjusted the bags in his arms.

John glared at the shorter man. Silently wondering why he was siding with a woman he just met and then picking on him. That just wasn't right. Lost in his thoughts, the dark haired man hadn't seen the sudden stop of the redhead in front of him, until he crashed into her from behind.

"Watch where you're going Cena." Lita hissed as she dusted herself off.

"Whatever. Why'd ya stop? Food courts down further."

Lita pointed to the store in front of them. "I need to go in there."

Both men turned to see what store she wanted to go in. Victoria Secret's.

Marc frowned taking a step back. "I draw the line here. I ain't goin' in there.."

Lita shrugged before turning to John. "You can leave the bags with him then." When he opened his mouth to talk she stopped him. "You have no choice. You have to pay."

"I'll give you my credit card."

Lita glared, dragging the unwilling man into the store.

"Oh Mr. Cena so nice to see you again." A blonde sales woman said with a bright smile.

John coughed, scratching his head. "I don't know what you're talkin' 'bout lady."

The blonde woman giggled, playfully smacking the young man on the shoulder. "Of course you do. Is this Kathy?" She asked glancing at the redhead beside him.

The redhead in question glanced curious at the dark haired man, who smiled sheepishly and shrugged. "Kathy?"

"Ex-girlfriend. No this is a friend of mine. Lita, she's makin' me come in 'ere."

The blonde smiled, "Your being forced in here? Well that's a first."

"No it ain't." John said quickly, the tips of his ears beginning to turn red.

Lita tried not laughed, feeling that he had been tortured enough for one day. She coughed to draw the blonde sales woman's attention. "If you don't mind, we are kind of running short on time. So..."

"Oh yes of course I'm sorry. If you need any help just let me know." Lita nodded as the blonde left the two in a haste.

"I hate you."

"I know John. I hate you too. But you deserved that."

The brown haired man mumbled something crude under his breath as he followed behind her. The West Newbury native occasionally pointing out possible things the redhead might have liked. Such as black laced thongs, lace bras and even lingerie. Of course, each suggestion had resulted in a sharp smack to the head. Although one attempt had been failed. But it had only caused for an embarrassing situation for the dark haired superstar when he tried to sidestep the blow and ended up tripping over his shoelaces and into an occupied changing booth. This action, although not really his fault, had then resulted in a chain of loud screams, followed by the angered voice of a boyfriend and then a few hard smacks to the head by a purse. After much apologizing and making sure to keep his mouth shut, the reminder of the trip within Victoria Secret was safe. The redhead choosing what she needed quickly along with a few surprises she had added into the mix for purchase. The two had then quickly left to store to meet with a very amused Marc Predka.