Mox heard voices coming from the dining room even as he reached the first floor of the house. He remembered Roman saying he'd meet everyone else today and shook his head in amused silence.

"Ow! What was that for?" The man's voice sounded more worried than aggrieved.

"You know what for." The female voice sounded sure of herself.

"Busted! Ha!" A second male voice sounded amused until he also exclaimed, "Ow! What did I do?"

"I'm not sure we have time for Naomi to list all that," Roman drily spoke.

The laughter stopped when Mox appeared in the doorway.

The only woman in the room dramatically sighed and walked to meet him. She smiled and held out her hand. "You wouldn't know it from their lack of manners, but they do know better. I'm Naomi. You must be Jon Moxley."

"Yeah." Mox gently shook her hand, surprised by the firmness of her grip.

"Take a seat. I'll get you a plate. Little of everything?"

"Sure, that's fine. Thanks." Mox walked towards the empty chair next to Roman.

"Baby, can you refill my plate?"

Naomi casually smacked the back of the head of the man holding up his plate. "Nothing wrong with your legs, Jimmy. Fill your own damn plate."

Roman cut off the snickering by motioning towards Mox. "This is my brother, Jon Moxley. Been my brother since we were kids. Mox, these are the people I mentioned last night. Chris Jericho."

The blonde-haired man at the other end of the table waved his fingers. "Glad to meet you. Roman's talked a lot about you."

"On his left is Aleister Black."

Black silently nodded his head, and Mox returned the gesture.

"They're my business advisers," Roman added.

Mox acknowledged that Jericho's open friendly expression was a façade. Black, however, coldly studied Mox for a few seconds then returned his attention to his plate of food. Mox knew both men were calculating just how much of a threat he could be to Roman. He idly wondered if they knew he was doing the same to them. Trust wasn't something that would come easily to any of them.

"Here you go." A plate of food was set in front of him along with a cup of coffee. "Roman said you like your coffee black with just a little cream. Hope I got it right."

"It's perfect," Mox smiled. "Thank you, Naomi."

Naomi swatted the back of the head of the man who'd held up his plate for a refill. "And that is what manners look like."

The man rubbed the back of his head while the others snickered.

"Ali. Ricochet. You guys ready?"

"Ali and Ricochet drew the job of accompanying Naomi and Cia on their shopping trip." Roman's grey eyes twinkled as both men got to their feet.

"And why is that?" The man stopped rubbing the back of his head. "After all, they're our wives."

Mox suddenly realized that the man speaking and the one sitting next to him were identical twins.

"Jimmy and Jey Uso, my second cousins from Florida. Jimmy's the one with the sore head and is married to Naomi." Roman's grey eyes twinkled. "And Naomi asked for them."

Ali's dark eyes twinkled in amusement.

"Ali and Ricochet won't roll their eyes and make snide comments." Naomi put her hands on her hips. "Not to mention they won't bitch about the cost every five minutes."

Ricochet looked like he wanted to bust out laughing but restrained himself. Mox munched on a slide of bacon and gave him silent props for accomplishing that feat.

Jey glanced at the two men and grumbled, "You two sure drew hazardous duty."

Ali solemnly put a hand over his heart. "Allah will protect us."

Naomi leaned over and swatted Jey on the back of his head.

"Hey, you hit the wrong twin!" Jey protested.

"No, I didn't." Naomi looked at Aleister. "Zelina tell you she's coming with us?"

Aleister calmly nodded. "She did. I told her to enjoy herself although I could not imagine how her beauty could possibly be enhanced."

"Bastard," Jimmy hissed across the table. This time he ducked Naomi's swat.

They heard Ricochet snickering as the two men followed Naomi out of the room.

"This is why we can't win," Jey complained. "The women stick together, and you guys throw us under the bus."

"Happy wife, happy life," Jericho chuckled. "Live and learn, junior." He stood and glanced at Aleister. "Join me when you're done." He glanced at Roman. "We've got a few things to check on for tonight. Talk later?"

Roman nodded as Aleister finished his coffee and stood to follow Jericho out of the room.

Jimmy nudged his twin. "Let's go the gym. Might as well get the frustration out of our system before we see the bills."

The large man sitting next to Roman chuckled under his breath. "Since I've been the good boy and completely overlooked, I'll introduce myself. I'm Joe Seanoa. People call me Samoa Joe." He glanced at Roman with a grin. "Roman's cousin of a cousin of a cousin…"

"Through marriage," Roman laughed. "It's all family." He rose and patted Mox's shoulder. "Let me know how things turn out, okay?"

Mox silently nodded and reached for the strawberry jam.

"See you guys later. I'll be in my office."

Joe leaned back in his chair as Roman walked out of the dining room. "Realize my being with you is kind of a pain in the ass, but you understand why, don't you?"

Mox nodded as he slowly began spreading the strawberry jam onto a piece of toast. "Roman explained that I needed somebody with me in case I needed to prove my whereabouts." When Joe silently nodded, he continued, "Of course, you're also supposed to keep an eye on me."

Joe chuckled. "Of course," he admitted. "No matter what Roman says, he knows we've got you on probation, so to speak."

Mox slowly raised his eyes to meet Joe's. "No matter what Roman says, you guys are on probation, too. So to speak."

Joe slowly nodded in silent approval. "Roman said you need to be at your lawyer's office to meet with the cops." The last word was said with more than a measure of distaste. "Not interfering in your plans, but anything else you need to do?"

Mox half-smiled. "Would Roman have a pick-up truck in that big building he calls a garage?"

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Seth looked at the large group of people meeting in the study area of the bookstore. They'd come in groups so he hadn't had the opportunity to match faces with names. He finally gave up and just made sure snacks and drinks were available as people came in. When it seemed no one else was coming, Seth rose to his feet and cleared his throat.

"Thank you for coming. As you might have guess, I'm Seth Rollins." He glanced around the room. "I said that I plan on continuing my great-uncle's work so there's a job for everyone, and I hope you'll stay on." He glanced at the paper in his hand. "Um…Finn Balor? Bayley Martinez?"

"Present!" A hand shot up into the air, causing several people to laugh. "I'm Bayley."

"And I'm Finn." The dark-haired man sitting next to Bayley widely smiled.

Seth grinned back. "The two of you are down as part time in the bookstore and part time in the deli?"

Finn nodded. "Right now, mostly in the bookstore. But we've been helping Kofi and Big E setting up the deli."

Seth's dark eyes looked around the room and saw Kofi Kingston and Big "don't ask what it stands for" E Langston raise their hands. He nodded in greeting. "Okay, you four will work out your scheduling for the deli. Come to me if there's a problem. Otherwise, you're all adults and can work it out." He ignored the good-natured insults about being an adult thrown between them. "Bayley and Finn, you can let me know what your schedule has been at the bookstore." When they nodded, he continued.

"Okay, for the study hall. I'll call out a name. If you can respond and let me know the subject you'll tutor?" No one objected, so Seth began.

"Daniel Bryan?"

"Present, to quote Bayley." Daniel has shoulder length brown hair and laughing blue eyes that crinkled in the corners. It accompanied the wide smile on his face. "Geography. History. Civics."

"They still teach Civics in school?" Seth asked.

Daniel shook his head. "But they should. So, I'm hoping with some strategic marketing, we can get both students and adults into some classes." He hesitated then continued. "I'd discussed the possibility of offering adult education classes for those who want to get their GED, but your great-uncle was focused on kids' education."

Seth slowly nodded. "I like the idea of adult education classes." He was vaguely aware of excitement from those watching him. "Let's give that some thought as we get closer to opening."

"Yes!" Daniel excitedly fisted the air.

"Okay. Next is Tyler Breeze?"

"Here." Tyler, a blonde-haired man sitting in the back, quietly answered. "French and German."

"Jay Christian?"

"Call me Christian." An older man sitting in the front smiled. "General Science. Chemistry. Biology."

"Adam Copeland."

The man sitting next to Christian raised his hand. "General Math. Algebra. Geometry. Trigonometry, if anybody's interested."

"Beth Copeland."

A blonde-haired woman sitting next to Adam smiled. "Health. Biology. Because sometimes girls just aren't comfortable talking Biology to a man." She threw Christian a grin. "No offense."

"None taken," Christian grinned back. "Being uncomfortable goes both ways sometimes."

"Santino Morella."

"Present." A dark-haired man from the back of the room spoke. "Italian and Spanish."

"Natalya Neidhart."

A smiling blonde-haired woman sitting next to Santino raised her hand. "English and Literature."

"Xavier Woods."

"Right here." A smiling dark-skinned man sitting with Kofi and Big E raised both hands. "Computer. All things computer. From office work to programming."

Seth looked around the room. "Thank you. Thank you for wanting to do this in the first place, and thank you for staying around to help me take this forward." He took a deep breath. "I'm meeting with the attorney and contractors early next week to be brought up to date on the construction schedule. I'll then meet with each group to go over specifics. But as for now," he paused then grinned. "The bookstore will open Monday at 10am as scheduled."

Seth managed not to blush as the cheers and applause. Once he had the construction schedule data, then he could start thinking about real furniture for the study hall. They could use whatever had been ordered until he could replace it with what he wanted.

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"Mr. Moxley. Please tell me you're going to eat a pastry this morning. Please?" Alexa batted her blue eyes up at Mox in such an exaggerated way that he had to laugh.

"Just finished breakfast," Mox finally answered.

Alexa sighed, then glanced at the man standing behind him. "Maybe your friend?" she hopefully asked.

"Uh…sorry. Alexa Bliss. Joe Seanoa."

"Nice to meet you, Ms. Bliss." Alexa's small hand disappeared into Joe's much larger hand. "However, I've never had much of a sweet tooth."

Alexa sighed again. "Oh, well. What's one more pastry?" She smiled up at Joe. "Can I get you anything else while you wait?"

"No, I'm fine," Joe assured her with a smile. "I brought a book to read. If it's alright, I'll just wait out here."

"Joe's playing chauffeur for me today," Mox explained with a grin at Joe.

They'd reached an understanding over breakfast and found they actually got along. Well, as much as a fan of the Cincinnati Bengals and a fan of the Pittsburgh Steelers could get along.

Alexa glanced down at the book in Joe's hand. The Art of War by Sun Tzu. "Interesting reading," she commented.

Joe nodded. "I learn something new every time I read it." He exchanged a silent nod with Mox as Alexa turned to lead the other man down a hallway. He found a comfortable chair and settled in to read…and watch.

This time Alexa led him to a conference room where William Regal was already sitting at one end of the table, reading some papers. He looked up when Alexa led Mox into the room. "Mr. Moxley! Thank you for coming a little early. I thought it best if we were all prepared." He rose and shook Mox's hand.

Mox shook Regal's hand and sat down. "What can I expect?"

Before Regal could answer, the phone on the small table behind him rang. He turned and briefly spoke into the receiver before replacing it. "Bloody buggers are early," he grumbled. "I'd say they were watching the building and waiting for you to arrive."

Mox grunted and settled deeper into the chair.

"Alexa, would you escort our guests?" William's politeness was icy cold.

In the reception area, Joe had glanced up when the door opened and two men stepped inside the office. He returned his eyes to the book in his hands and silently snorted. He didn't have to listen to one of them identify themselves to the receptionist to know they were cops. He could smell the cop rolling off them. But he filed their names away in his memory. He ignored the one cop who casually glanced in his direction.

Alexa returned and led them down the same hallway as she'd led Mox. Her greeting had been frostily polite. And she hadn't offered them any pastries.

Joe placed his book on the empty chair next to him and reached into his jacket pocket for his cell phone. He quickly texted Roman. 'Cops just got here.' He returned his cell phone to his pocket and reached for his book. He idly wondered what Sun Tzu would've had to say about cops.

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"Mr. Regal. Mr. Moxley. Detectives John Cena and AJ Styles." Alexa formally introduced the two cops as she stepped aside to allow them to enter the conference room.

"Gentlemen." Regal shook hands with both of them then indicated chairs on the opposite side of the table from where Mox sat. Alexa quietly took the chair next to Mox and activated a small tape recorder.

AJ Styles grinned and brought out a mini recorder of his own.

"Very well, gentlemen. Proceed with your questions."

"As you know, the investigation into the murder of Renee Young has been reopened," Cena carefully began. "So, we're starting from scratch. May I ask your relationship with Roman Reigns?"

"What does that have to do with the murder of Ms. Young?" Regal asked before Mox could speak.

"We know Mr. Reigns was instrumental in getting your assistance in Mr. Moxley's case," Cena explained. "We're naturally curious as to why."

"I'll answer the question," Mox quietly spoke. He started into Cena's blue eyes. "Roman Reigns and I have been friends since we were kids. I call him my brother because that's what he is to me. He calls me his brother because that's what I am to him."

"And the late Sika Reigns?" Styles asked.

'Guess he's the asshole of the two.' Mox's blue eyes moved to the other detective. "Sika Reigns was more of a father to me than the worthless bastard who fathered me. All he cared about was what he could bet on next. And like every other compulsive gambler in the history of mankind, he lost. And when he did, he took it out on me. After my old man left town ahead of the bookies looking to either get their money or his blood, Roman took me home with him so they wouldn't come after me. Sika took me in and made sure I stayed in school so I could make something more of myself that the poor excuse of a role model my blood father had been." He subtly leaned forward. "And Roman's mother did the same since my own mother split when I was just seven years old and realized she couldn't get money for her drug habit from a gambler who kept on losing. They took me in and were good to me. And Sika didn't hesitate to put me on the same tight leash as he put Roman on when necessary." He forced himself to relax and settled back in his chair. "Nobody disrespects Roman's parents in front of me."

"We certainly don't intend to disrespect anyone," Cena quietly assured him. "It came out during your trial that you knew Renee Young. Can you elaborate on that?"

Mox glanced at Regal who subtly nodded. "I knew who she was. Her face was in the newspaper along with that column of hers three times a week. She also had a show on the local public access station." He rubbed a forefinger on the table in front of him. "I was at Classy Freddie's Sports Bar watching NCAA basketball. Part of March Madness. I was sitting at the bar with a drink and some fries when she asked if anyone was sitting in the empty seat next to me. I said no & she sat down and ordered. We got to talking about the game and exchanged names."

"This was the first time you'd met her?" Cena asked.

Mox slightly smiled. "I was working as an apprentice woodworker. Making hand crafted furniture and learning the trade. She was a high-profile journalist. We didn't run in the same social circles. Yeah, it was the first time we'd met."

"But not the last?" Styles probed with an edge in his voice.

'Definite asshole of the pair.' Mox nodded. "After the game, I started to leave. She asked if I was going to be there the next night to watch the game. I said probably. And I did go back. She was already there so we wound up at a table. More talking about each other than watching the game. That's when I realized she was asking a lot of questions about Sika. Like she was more interested in him than in me."

"Must have been awkward," Styles pointed out.

"Wasn't the first time," Mox coolly answered. "So, I called her on it. She admitted she was planning on doing an "expose" on Sika." Mox curled his fingers in the air mimicking quotation marks. "And she wanted my help. Told me I could be a hero by helping her."

"What did you say?" Cena curiously asked.

Mox shrugged. "Told her just what I told you. Told her to leave me alone. Then tossed some bills on the table and walked out."

"Never saw her again?" Cena asked.

"Never saw her or talked to her again," Mox answered.

"When was this?" Styles asked.

"Week before she was murdered."

"Mr. Moxley, did you have any connection with Detective Jack Swagger? Any idea why he would frame you?" Cena asked.

"Never met the man until he slapped the handcuffs on me," Mox admitted. "As for why he'd frame me, you'd have to ask him."

The two detectives glanced at each other for a few seconds. Then Cena stood. "That's all for now. Thank you for your time, Mr. Moxley. We'll be in touch if we have any further questions."

Alexa silently rose to escort them out.

"That was…short and sweet," Mox commented, looking at Regal.

Regal hummed under his breath, obviously thinking. "The questions about Ms. Young were to confirm or deny whatever information they already had. They already had it on record that you knew Ms. Young. Surely they didn't think you'd be so stupid as to deny it at this point?"

Mox shrugged.

"As for the questions about Swagger…" Regal's voice dripped in sarcasm. "That was expected, but completely useless. If you'd had any idea as to why Swagger would frame you, you would've brought it out at your trial."

He sighed and stood, shaking Mox's hand as the other man also stood. "Well, somewhat of a waste of time, I suppose. Although everyone got a good measure of everyone else."

Mox nodded. Cena was the good cop. Styles was the asshole.

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In the reception area, Joe didn't even look up as the two cops thanked Alexa who curtly nodded and walked back down the hallway. One of the cops glanced at the title of his book, then followed the other out. He quickly texted Roman an update.

'Cops just left. Didn't take long at all.'

He'd replaced his cell phone in his jacket when a smiling Alexa walked with Mox into the reception area. He put a bookmark in his book and stood.

"Make sure you call if they come around again," Alexa reminded Mox as she shook his hand. "And a pleasure meeting you, Mr. Seanoa."

"The pleasure was mine, Ms. Bliss," Joe smiled.

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"You buy all that stuff Moxley said about Sika Reigns?" Styles asked as he and Cena walked to their car.

Cena shrugged. "I can see it happening. Looking at Moxley's record, he grew up in an area that didn't call either the cops or social services. If he was tight with Roman in school, could've happened like that."

Styles shrugged. "Think he didn't know about Reigns' business?"

"Most likely not as a kid, but grown up?" Cena nodded as he unlocked their car. "Moxley's not a stupid man. He had to have known about the rackets." He looked over the top of the car at his partner. "And if Moxley wasn't going to rat out Sika Reigns to a pretty blonde reporter…"

"Moxley sure as hell isn't going to rat out Roman Reigns when he's the man responsible for getting him out of prison," Styles sighed. "You recognize the guy in the reception room?"

Cena nodded, opening his car door. "Joe Seanoa. AKA Samoa Joe. One of Roman Reigns' heavy hitters."

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Moxley slouched in the passenger seat of the pickup truck as Joe started the engine.

"Where to now?" Joe calmly asked.

Mox gave him the address.

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Hours later, Joe casually strolled into the kitchen of Roman's house. He found Roman and the twins snacking on fruit, cheese, and potato chips. He grabbed a banana and sat down in one of the chairs. "Well, I had a fun day," he commented, knowing that Roman wouldn't ask questions.

"Oh?"

'Yeah, Roman would respect Mox's privacy. But since I offered…' Joe slowly peeled the banana. "After the nonsense with the cops, we drove out to the suburbs. Seems this guy was selling this old beat-up barely-held-together motorcycle. Mox looked it over while I schmoozed the owner. Guy thought Mox was a mechanic who'd try to talk me out of buying it."

Roman laughed. "Let me guess. The guy had put an ad in the newspaper."

Joe grinned and took a bite of the banana. "Offered to sell for $500 or best offer. Apparently, nobody was buying at any price. Thing should be sent to junk heap." He snatched a grape from Jey's plate and popped it in his mouth. "But Mox wanted it. But he also didn't want the guy jacking up the price in case he recognized Mox's name from the news. So he gave me the money before we got there."

"Smart," Jimmy grinned.

"Offered the guy the $500, and he couldn't run into the house to get the title fast enough," Joe chuckled. "Loaded it into the back of the pickup truck and went to the DMV to get the title transferred. I turned around and sold it to Mox and got the title transferred again."

Roman made a mental note to call his auto insurance agent immediately to get Mox added to his policy. Even though it sounded like the motorcycle wouldn't be road worthy for a while, he knew his brother would get tired of being driven around.

"So you actually made a profit on this deal?" Jey asked.

Joe put his half-eaten banana on the table and reached into his pocket. He slapped a bill onto the table. "Yep. A cool buck. Told him it was a fair price."

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An hour later, Roman and the twins walked into the garage and found Mox kneeling next to what had to be his brother's new pride and joy. When Mox looked up at them, he was smiling and looked genuinely happy.

"Wow." Jey looked at the bike with wide eyes.

"I know. She doesn't look like much now. But when I get done with her, she'll take on all comers," Mox chuckled, running a hand along a flattened back tire.

Roman knelt on the other side of the motorcycle and took a long look at it. "Harley XLCH Sportster?"

Mox grinned so widely, his dimples could be clearly seen. "1958 model."

"1958?" Jimmy exclaimed. "And you paid Samoa Joe a buck for it?" When Mox happily nodded, he snorted. "Man, he totally ripped you off."

"Joe ripped him off? The guy who sold it for $500 did the ripping off." Jey shook his head. "Can you even get parts for that?"

"Gonna find out." Mox stared at Roman who shrugged.

"It's about in as good a shape as your first one," he admitted. Then he grinned. "Why not?"

The twins shook their head and left them alone in the garage.

"It was…perfect that I saw the ad in the newspaper," Mox quietly spoke as he kept touching the motorcycle. "Won't be the same as the one the cops took, but…"

Roman nodded. "Been a while since I got my hands dirty restoring a motorcycle. Kinda miss it." He stood. "Oh, by the way, I got you added to my auto insurance policy so you can drive any of the vehicles in here."

Mox sighed. "Roman…"

"Plus you'll need proof of insurance when you go to buy your own car. Or truck." Roman grinned. "And, in six months, you'll have a driving history so the insurance won't be as high when you get your own policy."

Mox stood and glanced around the garage. He eyed the various vehicles, automatically dismissing the limousine. "Guess I could test drive a couple before I go looking?" He eyed Roman, another grin starting to form.

Roman laughed. "You know where the keys are, Jon. Mi casa es su casa."

Mox nodded. He'd known that for years.