Chapter 30

"I hung out with Dean Ambrose today. I met him while I was walking around Wonderful. I haven't had a chance to explore it much and…he escorted me around, bought me food, showed me some stuff. I nearly fell in the lake, that was fun." NOT! "I didn't want to say anything because…he doesn't like you and something tells me you don't like him. Trish said he's bad news and to watch myself – actually no, she said watch my ass around him – direct quote." Turning around, Abigail looked up at Taker, trying to register the expression on his face and tilted her head while rubbing water out of her eyes.

"I saw you with him." He admitted quietly, flashing her a smile when she was able to see again. "Dean and I do not see eye to eye on a lot of things." His eyes shimmered a venomous green as he contemplated the other man, finally shrugging. "Before he came to Wonderful years ago, he was… a hired gun, a mercenary, I guess. He has some… interesting ideas." Dangerous ones. "What did you think of him, darlin'?"

"Wait, what? You saw me with him? And you didn't say anything?" Abigail didn't know how to feel about that, remembering her last outburst with Dean and decided not to make that mistake again. "Why didn't you mention that earlier when you were telling me about your day? Or were you waiting for me to bring him up?" She was not surprised when he nodded and pressed her forehead against his chest, groaning. "You are impossible." It was said in a resigned, soft tone. "I didn't have a problem with him. He was nice to me. That's all I can really say since I don't know him." His ideas were good ones and she planned on going to see Ambrose tomorrow. "He…wants me to come see him tomorrow to hang out again, so that's where I'll be after lunch…" If they were going to work out and be together, they had to be completely honest with each other and trust was a major factor. "Taker, I don't…want him the way I want you. He's nice and eccentric and fun, but…it's just friendship between us. You are the only man I want to be with. You trust me that much, right?"

Dean Ambrose was, from what women said, a good looking guy. And he was wild, eccentric, fun… crazy and dangerous also came to mind. "Just… watch yourself around him, Abigail." He said finally, not about to tell her who she could and couldn't hang out with. "It's not you, I don't trust." She would make up her own mind, without any more input from him. Abigail was headstrong, stubborn, and curious, a dangerous combination in a woman, especially one like her.

"I'll be careful." Abigail assured him, pulling on his beard enough to bend down so she could softly kiss him, wrapping her arms around his neck until he lifted her to where her legs instinctively encircled his waist.

The fire and passion she felt for him was explosive; there was no way she'd feel the same thing with Ambrose. Even from the first moment she set eyes on Taker, it was an instant attraction, even with his many disguises. Through the disguise he was in now, she felt the scars and caressed them tenderly, moaning as their tongues dueled together and tasted each other again. She just hoped he wasn't angry with her for what she was about to do…behind his back with Dean, no less.

If he had known what she was planning, he probably would have pulled a Bray Wyatt and lost his mind. Taker would've cut Dean Ambrose up into tiny, bite-sized pieces and fed them to her, AFTER he chained her to his damn wall. As it was, Taker didn't know what she was planning. What he DID know was that there was a beautiful woman in his arms, her hand was stroking his cock, and tonight… tonight they were picking up where they had left off last night.

Taker wouldn't listen to reason and she'd given him plenty of time to make his mind up. He did, it wasn't what she wanted, but she wouldn't push him to do something he didn't want to do. So, she would have to improvise and get help from an outside source. Dean Ambrose was her ticket to getting Malcolm freed. She just hoped he agreed with her plan, once she divulged to him the reason WHY she wanted the sorcerer freed. However, that was a problem for tomorrow and right now, Abigail didn't want to talk about anything else tonight unless it was dirty words in her ear with that low, deep voice of his. Taker carried her out of the shower, shutting the sprays off and planted her in the center of his bed, hovering over her. She moaned deeply as soon as his mouth caught hers again, her hands running up his tattooed sleeved arms to his shoulders, his hard cock resting, pressing, against her wet sex.

"Taker…" She breathed out, burying her fingers in his hair as he began the torturous exploration of her body all over again. "Mmm…"

Eventually, he was going to have to tell her his real name, his birth name. He hadn't gone by that in years. It was Taker, or Undertaker, Deadman, Boss, Big Boss, or Calaway if he had pissed off one of the women.

"Delicious…" He rumbled in a deep baritone, kissing, licking, and biting his way down her gorgeous body.

Soon enough, he was where he wanted to be, taking in the sight of her glistening slit and growled.

All his.

"Mmm growl again…"

It sent a vibration throughout her entire body whenever he growled against her clit, burying her fingers in his black tresses and let him go to town on her. She could not get enough of this man buried between her thighs, his mouth anyway. Eventually, they would get to having actual sex, but foreplay for now and getting to know each other was all they'd do. Abigail appreciated that because she was still wary about having actual sex, knowing it would hurt. One of these nights, she'd be ready for it, but it wasn't this night.

Knowing he was leaving in a day, two at the most, Taker made the most of his time with her. He knew she wasn't ready for actual intercourse, but there were plenty of other things they could do. He had no problem in just eating her out either; she tasted like ambrosia, he was going to miss it on the road. She wouldn't come, Steve had already told him that and honestly, he wasn't taking that big a crew. Just enough people to run the stupid trailer they had to take.


Staring up at the building that read SHIELD in big bold black letters, Abigail contemplated if this was the right decision. Was she jumping the gun? Taker would be livid with her when all was said and done, but…this is what she truly felt was the best course of action. If Dean helped her, it would be a lot simpler. Taker hadn't elaborated on his 'jack of all trades', so she surmised it wasn't anything good or legal, at least in the big man's eyes. Taking a deep breath, wearing blue jean shorts and a burnt orange short-sleeved top, Abigail made her way inside, pushing open the door slowly.

"Dean?" She called out, looking around the place and frowned when she heard nothing. It was just after lunch was served, around the same time they met yesterday so, where was he?

"Dean's not here." A tall, bronzed man stepped out of a backroom, his long black hair hanging down his back as he studied her. "You must be Abigail." He grinned at her. "I'm Roman." She was staring at him like he was… well, not Dean. "His partner, best friend… and he didn't tell you about me." Roman hung his head, letting out a long sigh. "He said if you came by, I was to bring you down to see him. He's working. You want me to take you there? It's out past the lake, some of the guys are laying new pipes for the purifier." Dean included.

"I – I – um…"

This man was HUGE, almost as big as Taker! What the hell were these men eating to make them this big?! Roman stood well over 6 feet tall, had long black hair, naturally tanned skin and…grey eyes. She could not recall a man ever having grey eyes. Dean told this Neanderthal about her?

"If he's working, I don't wanna bother him…" Damn it, time was running short and why would he tell her to come here to see him if he wasn't going to be here? "T-Thanks anyway…" There was no way she was going anywhere with this man and headed for the exit, cursing mentally.

"Everyone has to work when told, it's how Wonderful keeps running. Come on…" Roman walked over to the window, pointing out. "If you don't want me to take you, you can take yourself. You've been to the lake, right? Hell, you could even do me a favor and take the idiot his lunch. He packed it, but never took it." He looked down at her; she was beautiful, Dean hadn't been exaggerating that. "Unless you got to get back to the common house?" Dean also said she was one of the brass monkeys, but there had been hope for her. He was curious.

"Okay – okay, big man, I get it. I don't think he'd appreciate me going down there alone, and you don't seem like you're gonna eat me, so come on." She tried not to smile at the bewildered expression on his face and shook her head, understanding what it meant to have to work when told. That was how it went at the common house, even though she was no longer sleeping upstairs due to her building relationship with Taker. "Roman, you said, right?" He nodded, and she smiled, her hair piled up on top of her head in a messy bun today, extending her hand. "You were right. I'm Abigail, but most people call me Abbie. I'm assuming you're Dean's roommate?"

"That too." Roman flashed her another grin, taking her hand in his and shaking firmly. "Let me grab his lunch and I'll walk you down. He said the work wasn't supposed to last all day." Dean was Dean, the fact that he had actually invited someone was weird because the man didn't even know what he was doing from day to day as a general rule. Roman got out lunch, which was a giant cooler, and hoisted it onto his shoulder. "Probably a good thing you agreed to let me walk you." He laughed mirthfully.

"THAT'S his lunch?"

Holy cow, Dean ate A LOT, if that was the case. Roman chuckled in response as they walked out of the building, heading down the sidewalk toward the lake. They passed the park and Abigail smiled, recalling how much fun she had the previous day swinging and being on the merry-go-round with Dean. Again, they were just friends because she already had the man she wanted. The man who made her toes curl, stole her breath, and made her heart feel as though it would leap out of her chest at any moment…all because he had major skill with his tongue and lips on her nethers. When they reached the lake, Abigail spotted Dean in the distance and watched Roman head down to let him know she was there while she moved toward the water's edge.

Dean was sweating profusely. He had come to 'work' in old black steel-toed boots, a pair of faded, torn blue jeans that definitely had seen better days and a white beater. He wore a blue, faded bandana around his head, keeping hair and sweat out of his eyes.

"Roman, my house bitch!" He laughed, passing his shovel over to whoever had come to relieve him. "Just in time, my shift is over." He eyeballed the cooler. "Gimme!"

"Abigail is-" Roman shook his head, watching as Dean walked on by him. Like he had said: Dean was Dean.

"Abs, my favorite babe!" He said by way of greeting, smiling when she turned to look at him. "Follow me, let's go eat this." The cooler was now on his shoulder and he tapped it. "Made sure there's enough for us both."

"Um okay…" Abigail smiled apologetically at Roman, wondering why Dean hadn't mentioned him yesterday, since they lived together, and followed him to a destination away from the lake. It was at the same spot as yesterday, the same rock and everything. "Thanks." She smiled, taking the sandwich he passed over with the bag of chips, wondering where he got them. Abigail wasn't complaining because they were delicious and nibbled on her sandwich, looking out at the water. "I need your help, Dean. You're the only one who can right now. And what I'm going to ask you to do is very dangerous…so if you back out, I won't blame you. But I have to ask because…I'm out of options."

"Yeah, I figured." He said, balancing a stack of sandwiches on his knee while he applied his chips in-between each sandwich. "One second, babe." Dean finished what he was doing, picked up his massive stack, and began squishing it into something manageable before looking at her. "Invisibility cloak, right?" He hadn't mentioned Roman because one, she hadn't asked and two, she had freaked out on him for asking questions that apparently hit too close to home. "I had hoped, Abs, you were coming back because you couldn't resist my animal magnetism." He chomped his sandwich, staring at her.

"You're a nice guy, Dean, and I had a lot of fun with you. I really did." This is where things got a little dicey because she had to tell him the truth about who she was and…who she was currently with. Maybe. "But now isn't the time for fun and jokes. Now is the time for action and you said you're a jack of all trades." So had Taker. "I told you my name, but…I haven't told you exactly who I am and where I come from. I don't know you that well, but…I feel like I can trust you. So, here it is, my ultimate secret that only Taker's 'circle' knows about." At his arched brow, Abigail took a deep breath and stood up from the rock, staring out at the water. "My name is Abigail Waters…but I'm also known as the Queen Mother of the Dominion of Vesperia." She looked back at him over her shoulder, seeing his eyes were wide as saucers. "Bray Wyatt needs to be stopped…and brought down for what he's done…and I need your help to do it."