Authors note: I am terribly, terribly, terribly sorry for taking so long on updating this. Thank you Lulucena for continuously hassling me to write this story. I have been trying to write this next chapter for a couple of weeks now, and here is the end result. I hope you all like it, and nobody hate's it too much. Thank you all again for keeping me on the ball.

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Friends or Maybe More

Chapter 12

Vincent Kennedy McMahon was not a happy camper. Not only had his only son stolen his private jet, it was also because of him that he now had half of RAW out for his ass. We he got a hold of Shane he would make him pay dearly.

Vince had known about Shane's little obsession with the diva for awhile now. Wanting to protect his first born more than anything, he had ignored the problem, hoping that it would just go away. Unfortunately it hadn't, and now Shane was in a world of trouble.

Cursing under his breath, he pulled out his cell phone and dialed the object of his anger. Shane picked up after the third ring. "Hello?" answered a confused Shane.

"Don't hello me you little bastard! Do you have any idea what you little stunt is costing me?" Vince demanded.

"Dad, what are you talking about?" Shane questioned.

"I'll tell you. Thanks to you, I now have the hapless wonders following me around the fucking city in my limo."

"Dad, I'm sorry, but I had to." Shane replied.

"You didn't have to do shit. If you would have just left everything alone, nothing like this would have happened. Now, I am giving you until tomorrow evening to get my plane and that girl back here before you get in anymore trouble. Do you understand?"

"But dad, I love her. She is mine, and I can't just turn her over to Cena and let him have his way with her."

"YOU CAN AND YOU WILL DAMMIT!"

"I can't do that. You don't understand..."

"The hell I don't understand. Get her back here NOW!"

"Dad, I've put too much into this to just give up now. I have her. And in time, she'll grow to love me, you'll see."

"What kind of fucking fantasy land are you living in?"

"None, for the first time in my life I can think clearly. I love her, and I WILL keep her! End of story."

"Shane, listen to me. She is in love with Cena. You can't make her love you, so stop trying. Bring her back here, and we can try and work this whole thing out."

"I have to go now, but I'll talk to you when I can."

"You aren't going anywhere you little bastard!"

"Dad, I have to go...bye" Click.

"SHANE...SHANE! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU? DAMN YOU BOY!"

Meanwhile with Shane and Maria...

Shane hung up the phone angrily throwing it against the wall. "Stupid bastard..." He mumbled under his breath. "Never lets me have what I want. Well, not this time. Shane Brandon McMahon is his own person!"

Shane stomped to Maria's room and threw open the door. Staring angrily at the frighted girl before him laying on the bed, he couldn't control himself. "You little whore. Fucking that bastard. How could you. You are going to pay!"

"You are a fucking psycho. John is going to find me, and you will regret whatever you do to me." She cried.

"SHUT UP WHORE!" Shane yelled, pulling back his hand and slapping her hard across the face.

Maria clutched her cheek, feeling the sharp sting. "I am not a whore."

"I said shut up!" Shane said as he raised his fist above Maria ready to strike again.. Maria, tears rolling freely down her eyes, did the only thing she could think of. She kicked him as hard as she could in the groin. Falling to his knees with tears in his eyes, he crumpled up on the floor into a pathetic heap.

Maria, coming to her senses after staring at him for a moment, took the opportunity to escape, and vaulted off the bed and ran for the door. Looking back only once, she heard Shane groan in pain, "you little bitch, you will pay for that one."

"I doubt it asshole." Slamming the door behind her, she ran to the front door and out of the cabin, quickly disappearing into the nearby forest. The only thought in her head was getting back to John.

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John had been flying for hours, getting more antsy the closer he got to the boarder. The plane was just starting to land, and he practically bolted out of his seat when the flight was over. Ignoring everyone around him, he pushed his way in front of everyone else, grabbing his bag, and exiting the plane.

He practically ran over to the car rental booth, stopping to catch his breath before he spoke. "I need a heavy duty car. Something that will do well going through the woods and stuff."

"Ok sir. I just need you to fill out these forms and show me your licence and some other form of identification."

"Ok, here ya go." He said as he handed over his licence and birth certificate.

It took a few minutes, but John finally walked away with the keys to an H3 hummer, perfect for trekking through the wilderness. Throwing his bag into the hummer, he shut the door and started up the engine. He would find his Ria, and make Shane pay for ever taking her. He vowed to himself.

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Maria had been running blindly for what seemed like hours. Desperate to get away from Shane and the cabin, she had no idea where she was going, she just went. Her feet ached from running for so long, and her legs were sore, but she pressed on, not wanting for him to catch up with her.

She fell to her knees in tears as she tripped over a root in the ground. "John, please come and find me. I can't go on much longer."

Forcing herself to her feet, she screamed in pain as a jolt of white hot fire shot through her ankle. Falling to her knees again, she let the tears flow freely, everything she had building up, bursting out all at once.

She was so lost in her revery she didn't hear the noise of the snapping twigs behind her. All of a sudden, she was pounced on from behind, and knocked out of her senses, not knowing what had hit her.

Shane dropped the rock he had used to knock her out. Served the bitch right he thought to himself, as he grabbed her arm and proceeded to drag her through the forest, and back to the cabin.

He had been on her trail for a good 20 minutes now, and had waited until the most opportune time to strike. It had been just his luck that she tripped over that root and twisted her ankle. God really loved him she surmised.

Grinning from ear to ear, he couldn't help but laugh. Everything he wanted he got, and he had what he wanted right behind him, now only if he could get her to obey his every command. That was going to take some work though, he thought as he walked along, practically skipping in joy.