I thought all the cons I had seen were in the back searching for us!

Oh shit!

He was a massive man with huge shoulders, and he barely looked like he fit in a prison orange jumpsuit. Like one flex of his muscles and the sleeves would rip to pieces. His bushy brown beard was long and thick, and I saw his eyes widen and his mouth curl into a menacing grin.

I tried for half a second to reason with him, my hands up, bracing and keeping Sara behind me. "Braun, wait..." I begged him. He was another one that I had screwed over on our mission and got caught and landed in prison.

No, he shook his head slowly back and forth and started eying Sara behind me, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. He was not going to let us go. I saw him move forward, a sick look on his face. The same look I saw on so many faces here. The same look I needed to protect her from that it seemed every damn con had when they saw her.

My girl.

I raced forward fast the few feet between us and leapt on him, flying forward and catching him fast around the waist and speared him into the water! I pushed his head under the knee-deep water, and he jumped up almost immediately. I was no match for him even with the adrenaline shot in me. The man was like a frigging tank.

I surfaced and tossed my hair up behind my head fast and was gasping for air but so was he and he was wading fast towards my Sara, who was running around the outer seats toward the front, and I jumped on his back pulling him away from her. In seconds I wrapped my hands tight around his neck, in the sleeper hold and prayed that I could take him down before he threw me off his back! I felt dizzy as I was spun in circles and smashed into the nearby walls and seats. My back ached, my muscled screamed as he nearly crushed me with his weight over and over, but I felt his strength fading.

He slammed me hard enough against one wall that I felt my air rush from my lungs, and I almost slipped down into the water. Jumping back up I dove toward him as he came back at me and I grabbed his head from the front this time in a front head lock and then wrapped my legs tight around his waist, pulling his body down hard with all my weight. He was still standing but so still, just barely moving, and I could feel him barely able to take in a breath and his head was changing colors from lack of oxygen.

I saw from the corner of my eye that Sara was banging frantically on the steel door of the cockpit. Were there people trapped in there? Was the pilot still here? Had he survived? She lifted a piece of metal that was floating in the water and as I was slammed again into another wall, I saw her wedging it in the door.

Strowman growled under his breath and tried to pull himself up, but he had all my weight pulling down on him too and I felt him try and then fall back down, into the guillotine hold I had him in. I knew I had him, as long as no one else heard us. Just a few more seconds.

But just as he was weakening in my arms, I heard splashing coming our way!

Someone was coming, they had heard us! Fuck!

I saw Sara's eyes find mine as she pulled at the cockpit door. I could hear pounding and calling out. Was the pilot trapped in there? If we could just get in there…

I heard Sara scream from further behind me as the first person in sight was Brock. Oh God no!

He pulled his gun out and I pulled Strowman's almost fully unconscious body up in front of me and her and I felt one and then two, three and four, five, six, bullets slam into his back. Oh my God!

Instantly my eyes darted up to see the light fade from his eyes as he slipped down from my grasp, his body a dead weight into the water and Brock's menacing shadow stood towering behind him as I saw him level his gun at my head.

"Roman no!" I heard my love cry out and I just felt my heart sink at the thought of losing her, at what they could do to her.

Brock was laughing, stepping forward and over the massive man he just killed without blinking to get to me, till he had the gun right against my head.

I had nowhere to go as he backed me up into the nearest chair.

"They are all still looking for you in the back...but I thought...what if that was just a distraction? But I wanted you all to myself..."

Brock smiled and nodded to me. "Turns out I was right...and now Pretty, you get to die. The last thing you will ever see is my face grinning at the prospect of having every inch of your girl all to myself," he hissed out, blood on his face, his sick grin the last thing I would see…

I turned to her, determined SHE was the last thing I would see and sure as hell not him.

Brock grabbed me by my throat and stifled anything I was going to say to her and pulled my head back to face him and he looked up first to Sara and then back down to me while putting the muzzle of his gun right between my eyes again. "Say night, night to Romeo..."

"No Roman!" Sara cried out again, her voice shaking with raw terror, and I could do nothing to sooth her, not even choke out an 'I love you' because I could barely breath with his massive hand around my throat. I couldn't comfort her or even look at her in those last seconds and simply reached a shaking hand out to her.

I defied him anyway and shut my eyes.

The gun clicked.

I flinched and my gray eyes flew open!

And then he pulled the trigger again. Still nothing.

Brock took a split second realize it and pulled the trigger two and three more times with no result.

I was barely aware it hadn't worked until I heard a high-pitched passionate cry, realizing it was coming from my girl and a moment later I felt the massive weight of Brock being pushed away from me as I saw him stumble and fall into the water.

When I looked up Sara was already pulling me back, her hands under my arms and I saw scissors...scissors sticking out of Brock's bullet wound and he was looking down in silent shock as blood was pouring down his chest onto the white shirt.

I whipped my head back, throwing my hair from my eyes as I saw him sink down and look at the scissors and then back at us and then level his gaze fully at Sara. I saw his eyes darken and the murderous look on his face materialize, his eyes blazing heat and venom as he turned back to his wound.

With a shaky hand he pulled the scissors out and pointed the weapon, dripping more blood into the water as he waved them at her as she curled up beside me, continuing to stay back from him.

"You...are going to pay for that...Doc. Just you wait till Reigns isn't here to protect you and... will show you how very...very sorry you will be for that..." Brock slurred at her, blood dripping down from his shoulder and starting to soak his shirt. Was he losing too much now that he was getting lightheaded? One could hope.

I shook my head, flipping my hair back from my eyes, forcing my body to act and move. Fight or flight and it was fucking fight time.

I jumped up in the water and ran forward and leapt up in the air and punched down hard, my fist covered in the metal of the cuff too, taking Brock down hard with my fist on the way down and he stumbled and reeled in the water. I saw blood all across his forehead like I got him with brass knuckles.

We just needed to take him out enough to get away or out the door.

I started hearing more splashing and knew we would not be alone soon. The others were coming...

I backed up and went for a running start and leapt up again and this time jumping up again, my fist with the handcuff crashing down hard on his injured and bleeding shoulder. I had him spinning in circles in the water before he steadied himself facing back to us the scissors dangling from his fingers and gun the was out of bullets in his other hand.

I was ready to leap on him a third time when Sara raced forward herself and I saw she had the empty syringe in her hand, and she plunged it into his neck fast and hard.

Oh God, she was being so brave. But I was scared she was too close. Brock was still on his feet. It was too dangerous for her to be so close!

"Sara no. Get behind me!" I called out to her, and I saw the realization on her face, but it was seconds too late.

Brock grabbed for her, his good arm darting out before she could push the plunger down and flood his veins with air and the needle fell into the water. He instantly wrapped his arm around her neck as he spun back around to me. holding the scissors to her throat!

"Reigns! Stop now! You try to tackle me or punch me again and I'll rip her apart!" Brock spat at me.

Seth and Wyatt and a bunch of the other cons showed up in the doorway next and had wide eyes seeing the scene in front of them. Seth was dragging Dean along, still cuffed with him and I saw him grin at him before he turned to Brock.

But Lesnar wasn't giving anyone a chance to say anything and partially turned to them with my baby still tight in his grasp and I could see blood at her neck. "I told you it was my turn first so back the hell off! I found Reigns and the Doc all by myself so you can all get lost till I'm damn good and ready to share..."

I swallowed thickly and passed Dean a desperate look and he looked equally that way back at me, but the cons backed off and Dean was dragged back out of my view, and I was left in the room with just Lesnar and my girl, whimpering in his arms.

Brock then dropped the scissors and gun in his pockets it looked like as he wrapped his palm around her mouth and was squeezing Sara's neck just daring me to come closer.

I froze, my hands up as Brock dragged her back down the aisle away from me. The water was still rushing at our feet and in waves as it looked to be coming in more steadily from a hole in the side of the plane.

"No, please," I begged, seeing her struggling to breath. Her eyes were locked to mine as he kept pulling her back away from me as I had my arms up in surrender.

He had won. He found us and he fucking took her from me.

Oh God what could I do?

I felt a tear slip rebelliously down my cheek. I didn't dare want to let Brock see me cry but I couldn't stop the tear from slipping down my face as my heart was breaking in pieces watching her struggle in the sadistic man's grasp. He was fucking crazy the things he had said if he ever got a hold of my girl and now, he had her and my heart was in my throat I was so scared.

She was whimpering from behind his hand and reaching out for me, but I might have been miles away the way it felt in those moments.

Brock turned his head to her, his lips curled up in a creepy looking smile. "What was that? Oh Pretty...I'll bet she is begging for you to save her just like I said she would...Should we find out?" And he slowly removed his hand from her lips and his eyes snapped back up to mine with a wicked gleam.

Sara gasped for air and coughed when he released her mouth, and I looked back at her eyes. God, I wish I could fix everything right then. He kept backing us up in the first-class area till I was all the way against the far wall right against the cockpit doors.

"Back your ass up and stay against the wall Reigns if you want her to stay breathing! " Brock yelled at me and I kept my hands up and knelt down in a crouched position, the water running just below my knees, but I backed myself fully to wall and cringed seeing Brock pull my baby into his lap on the front seats.

"Roman," I heard her cry my name and it gutted me to my core in that moment. Her eyes were so wide and so scared, and I couldn't even comfort her at all with nothing but my eyes on her.

"Oh yes please kitten, call out to your hero again. See if he can do anything right now. " Brock crooned at her. He smoothed her hair back from her face and buried his nose in its tresses, his other arm wrapped tight around her waist. "Call for him sweetie" Brock mumbled to her and I could have thrown up in my mouth as I saw him kiss her neck and across her bare shoulder.

Sara gasped and sobbed as Brock wound his hand tighter around her throat and she cried out in pain. "Roman, please..." and I saw her look back down at me and mouth 'I'm so sorry.'

Oh, I knew she was. But there was nothing to be sorry for. Not at all. I knew it was a risk to tell her, but I did it anyway. "You have nothing to be sorry for baby girl, nothing." I had told her that the first time we met in the infirmary, and I hoped she remembered.

I saw her smile at that, and I knew she had. I smiled back too. My eyes were locked to hers and she mouthed 'I love you,' to me and I mouthed it back too.

"Hey, did I tell you you could talk Pretty?" Brock snapped at me.

I was so pissed at him I just snapped back. "Well come over here and get me to stop then asshole! " I hissed back at him. In seconds he grabbed harder at her throat and almost looked like he was holding her up in the chair squeezing harder. She cried out again and her pain was breaking me, and I started bracing on my feet to jump toward them, but he saw me barely moving and glared down at me, his eyes fiery.

"Back the hell up Pretty now!" Brock yelled and shook her in his arms.

I shut up fast and slammed my back against the wall, my head down.

He had me and he damn well knew it.

"Thats better. You behave and maybe I will too. But I wouldn't count on it because you see Reigns, I have fantasized in my bed...got off in the dark... all by myself in my cell thinking about your sweet girl and wanting to do this..."

I nearly choked on the air in my lungs as Brock's tongue darted out and licked up her cheek, making her whimper in more fear. "For months now."

I was fuming and felt the rage building in me, and I wanted to leap at him and tear him to pieces right now seeing the fear on my precious Sara's face. "I will kill you Lesnar..." I snarled at him.

He shrugged at me. Fucking shrugged. "I wonder if you have it in you...Like you laughed at Miz about."

My eyes widened at that.

"Oh yeah, Pretty I wasn't asleep the whole time you thought I was. I heard plenty of your little fun time with the guard. Only thing was he sounded like he took far too long to take what he wanted from the Doc, and I won't make that same mistake..."

Brock was grinning at me, still holding her throat. "So, you... storming the plane before, willing to take the guards hostage and risk your damn life because you thought she was in danger. We are going to hit rewind and show you what I really wanted you to find when you got here Pretty. If I knew I wouldn't be put in solitary or chained up the rest of the damn flight."

I watched her, my Sara as Brock still had his one hand around her throat, but his other hand started wandering lower. Sara whimpered and choked as she fought to keep her legs tightly closed on his lap as he ran his large hand up her bare leg and I fought to not just leap at him from the wall, my hands clenched at my sides.

"Please, I'll do anything..." I begged him.

"I'll bet you would." Brock hissed at him. "Ooh I have an idea...Reigns, tell her that everything is going to be okay and that nothing bad is going to happen to her."

I looked at him incredulously. like he grew another freaking head. He wanted me to what? "What the f...?" I growled at him.

My heart was aching just looked at her knowing I couldn't hold her right now, stop him, protect her, anything. And I sure as fuck wasn't going to lie to her and tell her everything was going to be okay.

"God baby. I am so sorry..." I choked out and locked my eyes with hers and I saw her nod to me. I sunk down in the water, feeling in all the way up to my chest now and I felt like he could have stabbed me himself with how destroyed I felt being this helpless.

My girl still had Brocks's hand around her small throat and his nose in her hair. She was gasping for little breaths, and I knew she was trying to be strong. "I know Roman," she whispered to me.

Brock looked back at me. "Do you know how long it's been since a woman pleased me Pretty? Since anyone has that I haven't had to force to?"

I looked up at him in total shock at his words and watched him squeeze my beautiful girl's throat more before tossing her down at his feet. She landed in a crumbled heap, the water splashing up from the floor and lay there gasping for breath by his legs before I watched him grab her up by her hair and pull her head up as he lay lounging in the chair. It took me a second to see he had pulled her up between his legs and she lay against his one orange jumpsuit leg, just panting to catch her breath. I could see bruises all around her throat from his massive hand squeezing her neck so roughly.

No, God no.

I was shaking my head slowly back and forth at him and he was nodding at me.

"Oh yes Pretty, why the hell not?

"You think this isn't forcing her? You are insane!" I gasped out and Brock laughed. I saw him dig around in his jumpsuit as my girl still lay gasping for breath, her head on his lap. He held up a pile of bullets and proceeded to file them all neatly in the gun he took back out of his pocket now too that he had emptied and killed Strowman with and then slammed it closed and cocked it.

I sucked in a breath when I saw him point it back to me before he tilted her chin back up to look at him. Brock looked sweetly down at my girl and smoothed her hair back from her face. "I'm not going to need to force you to do anything am I sweetheart? You want your pretty boy to live right?"

I saw him look back at me grinning and saw her nod slowly as he held her chin and I could see tears already streaming down her cheeks.

Oh God I knew he was the worst kinds of sick already by just the word around the prison of what he had done to the other lady doctor during the riot and what he had tried and done to me...But he had never been uncaged and unchained with my girl... Please God no...

"So, you're not going to fight me then right... and I might let you keep Reigns breathing?" Brock smirked back at me as I watched my beautiful girl look back at me with tears streaming as she again mouthed 'I love you' to me and 'I'm sorry' then nodded back to him. Oh no she really was going to do anything for me...

"No Sara!" I begged her.

I looked back to man who had done nothing but try to kill me the last few weeks and I let the tears stream down my face. "Brock please. I will kill for you. Do anything for you. Be whatever you want me to me." My voice was shaking, my chin quivering as I had my head down hardly daring to look in his eyes. "Just please don't do this."

I felt tears start to slip down my cheeks now. I was ready to move toward them, daring to move away from the wall. Aching to save to her, but I had no idea how. I saw him stare at me with what looked like empty eyes. He heard my plea but in the next second he simply shook his head and gripped her hair tighter. "No Pretty you are not in charge here. Neither are the guards anymore either."

He leaned in closer to her head pulled up from his lap and nuzzled her hair again. "If I want you to kill for me, I damn well know just how to control you Reigns don't I?" Brock smirked at me, and he was right. I wasn't offering anything he didn't already have. "She is your little block of green kryptonite all wrapped up in dark eyes, such soft silky hair, and hot young tight ass that has such smooth skin, that tastes so good..." Brock pulled her head straighter and she whimpered, and he trailed his hand down her face. throat and to her chest as she struggled in his grip.

I dropped my head and avoided his eyes. I hated seeing him touch her and he knew it drove me crazy too and he was just baiting me to see if I would attack, I was sure of it.

I braced my hands on the wall under the water, to just leap forward, even if I died, at least I would die trying to save her from what he was going to do to her.

He kept stroking her hair and talking to her and all of a sudden, I felt a hand stop me from moving forward. A hand was grabbing at me from under the water and I froze and then felt a gun being pushed in my hand under the water...what the hell?!

I didn't want Brock to see what was going on, so I barely looked to my side to see the cockpit door was slightly open and there in the opening was the pilot looking back at me! He was nodding and I felt the gun pushed further and I took it under the water and nodded ever so slightly back.

Oh my God he was helping us!

Sara was begging and I heard her talking to Brock he was trying to force her down against him. "You promise you will let him live?" she was crying out and I heard Brock snapping at her and I tried to give my attention to both what was happening and to the pilot.

I saw the pilot looking sadly back at me and I knew he could hear what was going on with Sara too. He creaked the door ever so slightly more open, and I saw him hold up a piece of paper to the door. I glanced back at Brock who was not looking like he was watching me at least for a moment and arguing with her I looked back quickly seeing the words on the paper in big capital letters. ITS NOT LOADED.

Well, what the hell was I supposed to do then? I flipped my wet hair back off my shoulders and practically glared at the pilot and he passed me a pissed off look back and turned the paper over. ACT YOUR ASS OFF TO GET HER IN HERE!

I nodded and saw him quickly hold up one more. DISTRACTION INCOMING. HELP WILL COME RUNNING

Okay, I had no idea what that meant but I who else could I trust on this flight? I swallowed hard and held the gun tight in my hand under the water. I was shaking and I heard the horrified sound of a zipper pierce the air. I hated the sound. I knew that sound and had flashbacks of it myself...

I raised the gun out of the water and aimed it at Brock's head and cocked it and stood up. Holy shit I had no idea what the hell was going to happen here! "Let her go Brock! NOW!" I hissed out from between clenched teeth.

The water dripped off my hands, as I stood, trying to calm the trembling in my body. Brock looked up and leveled his own gun at me too, his other hand, clenched in my girl's hair, forcing her head down in his lap. I heard her struggling and fighting him till he grabbed her around the throat again and she started gasping.

He yanked her head up to face him, "Someone said they wouldn't fight me!" he growled at her and then slapped her hard and she fell in a heap on the floor beside him and into the water. No! He stood all the way up and started backing up down the aisle away from me, never taking his eyes off me still standing by the cockpit door. I flinched and wanted to rush to her on the floor, but I knew I wouldn't make it there without being shot first. He still thought I could kill him, and I couldn't give that lie away.

Brock bent down and grabbed her by the back of my tank top she had on, tearing it and suddenly forced her back under the knee-deep water and I saw her fighting and clawing at him to pull her up!

I cursed at him and stepped forward; the gun still raised at him. It looked like he was daring me to shoot him, but he dragged her up after a few seconds sputtering and coughing and dared me again to shoot him and threatened to dunk her again. I was shaking my head wildly to stop it and he smirked and pulled her all the way up and kept her body up fully covering him. I wanted to shoot him so freaking badly, but I didn't have any bullets and I couldn't let him know that. He kept backing away from me and I still had no idea what the damn distraction was.

"Cmon Lesnar. Just let her go!" I tried again and walked closer following them down the aisle. "The damn plane is sinking just get off and get on the island and enjoy your freedom. No chains, no jail. No cops, nothing. You can find any girl you want anywhere in the world. You are fucking free!"

I saw her weak in his arms, his good arm back around her throat again, her shirt torn all down the middle, but she was trying to smile at me. My baby had blood dripping down her cheek and bruises all around her throat and she was smiling. I saw then that she was holding...the scissors in her hand again. Oh wow!

I was trying to remember where they had been and then remembered he had put them in his pocket as we had attacked him before. And now she was twisting them to angle the sharp edges up and, in her fists, clenched tight. Oh man I could not be prouder of how bad ass she was or more terrified at the same time.

Just then there was a loud siren like sound on the intercom like an emergency siren sound and it startled me, and I saw Sara jump too. I heard more loud sounds coming from the other section just beyond ours and yelling and suddenly Dean burst through the curtain still cuffed and I could hear Seth screaming at him before he turned and punched him before ducking down and racing forward.

I saw my buddy motioning with his cuffed hands to move and was yelling but I could barely hear him over the sound of the siren, and I just knew this was planned somehow. I didn't know how but I trusted Dean with my life and if he said move then I was going to move.

I ran forward toward Brock grabbing for his gun hand yanking it up as he was moving to aim it at my bestie and it fired several shots in the ceiling before he could shoot at Dean racing toward them, Brock threw me back away from him and leveled the gun back at me.

Dean raced up the aisle just as I saw Sara turn in Brock's grip as he aimed the gun at me and she slammed the scissors hard into his thigh, and Brock screamed and both his hands raced to grab for the wound, the gun falling from his grip. He let go of her throat with his other hand and as Dean slammed into his back, she was thrown forward toward me on the floor. We stumbled back in the water, and I pulled her faster back away from Brock and toward the cockpit.

Everything happened so fast as the siren was still blaring on the intercom and I looked then to the cockpit and saw the door creaking open fast and a hand moving quickly, beckoning us toward them.

"Get in here!" the pilot's voice yelled. I didn't need another invitation and pulled Sara back with me, my eyes torn seeing my best friend too far away for me to help him. He was fighting with Brock, his foot out to trip him, with his hands tied at his waist still.

"Go Roman! Get her safe!" Dean screamed at me as Brock had turned around and punched him in the jaw as Sara and I stumbled back. I heard more running and then Harper and Bray appeared at the doorway.

"I thought you said you had this handled?" Wyatt snapped at him.

"I did!" Brock yelled back, blooding pouring down his leg and was already throwing Dean to the side, while ripping the scissors out of his leg and racing to the doorway. We scrambled back as fast as we could.

I looked so sadly at Dean feeling like things were happening in slow motion as I raced into the cockpit and watched as the pilot slammed the door closed behind us. Dean was surrounded and tackled to the ground as the door was closing and I saw him looking back at me and before he was pulled out of my view behind a seat. No!

Sara was in my arms in an instant, burying her body tight against me and gasping for breath as I leaned my head against the steel door and the pilot pulled a metal piece across the door bracing it against the banging from outside. I reached out knowing I couldn't save him, but I could hear him crying out and grunting in pain.

He had saved us. The pilot saved us. Sara did too and I even jumped up and stopped Dean from getting shot and didn't think and just moved. It took all of us to take Brock down. I could hardly believe she was here and warm and alive and in my arms.

Sara was safe from that monster! Thank God!

But at what cost...my heart was breaking for Dean right now...

I held her so close. My nose buried in her hair and closed my eyes and felt the tears slipping down my cheeks.

My body hurt like hell from what felt like the fight of our life.

But somehow, I felt this was only the beginning...

A/N Super scared to post this and knew it would be dark to get them past the uncaged monsters and somewhat safer. I knew Brock would be bad and I wanted to write him as if he was the worst of the worst. And that him finding them would be him saying to Roman I want to show you how I wanted you to find us when I dared you Come and get me Pretty was the intended fear there.

I am the author and even I want to wrap them in warm blankets and keep them safe from danger and protect them from the bad guys after that! Finally safe behind a steel door and the island gives much more places to hide. But poor Dean my goodness. I can't save everyone in every chapter... Really want to post more here cause the next chapters with flashbacks I love coming up too.

But I'm going to bed and had no idea how I did with that. Too dark? I have lots of beautiful intense romance, coming up too...but we need to get off the very dangerous plane first too.