When they got outside to the bus, April got on first as she usually did followed by Randy. When she was on the bus, she put her coffee down on the small table and walked over to the window behind the couch. April had opened the curtains behind them earlier in the morning to let the sunlight in, but now that fans were going to start to arrive for the show, she was closing them. Randy didn't want any of them to be able see inside and invade his privacy.

"So what was that all about?" Randy asked as she went back over to pick up her drink.

"Nothing really. Aleister was making some joke to me about the coffee. Carmella came over to talk with me. Told me about their plans for later. That's about it."

"You seemed pretty comfortable with them." Randy pointed out.

April shrugged. "Carmella has been friendly to me. She;s really the only one I've really talked to since I've been here with you. And Corey is just kind of a package deal. He's a nice guy to talk with. He's never been inappropriate or anything. Seems like a sweet guy to Carmella."

"What about Black?" Randy questioned.

"I haven't really talked to him before today but he seems okay."

"Was he flirting with you?"

"I don't think so." April lied. She thought he might have been, but she didn't want to tell him that.

"Wouldn't surprise me if he was. I've heard him talk about you." Randy stated.

"Really?" April asked, her voice perking up higher than usual before she quickly tried to calm it down. "He didn't say anything to me."

"I knew it. You were flirting with him."

"No I wasn't." April said to them, then tried to walk passed him in the small space.

"Oh come on." Randy began as he grabbed her upper arm as she tried to walk by him. "I watched you laughing with him. I saw how you smiled at him."

"Randy, come on." April said as she tried to pull her arm out of his grip without spilling her coffee.

He held a tight grip on her. "Do I need to have a talk with him?"

"No, don't. He didn't do anything wrong. And he doesn't seem like the kind of guy that would back down to anyone. You don't want to end up in some argument and get in trouble." She tried to reason with him.

Randy thought for a moment. "You're probably right. I'm going to have to take care of this a different way then."

"No you don't. I'll stay away from him." April pleaded.

"But he probably won't stay away from you."

From the grip he had on her arm, he jerked her into the direction of the couch. The cup she had in her hand went flying, spilling coffee all over the floor. She was thrown onto the couch and was leaning up on her elbows. She looked up at her step-brother who had walked over to the couch and was looking down at her with an enraged look in his eyes.

"Randy please don't do this." April begged.

Randy either didn't hear her because he was zoned out, or he simply didn't care. He seemed very good at toning out everything unless it was something he wanted to see or hear. He quickly kneeled down on the ground next to the couch. He put his large hand across her throat and pushed her down so she was laying on the couch. Her one arm was stuck in between her weight and the back of the couch, the other was wedged in between her and his leg. Had she wiggled enough she might have been able to free herself, but she knew she wouldn't have been able to push him off.

"Randy, please." April begged again as tears slowly slid down her cheeks.

Randy once against ignored her, his hand leaving her throat and slowly tracing down the center of her body. He was almost in a trance like state as his hand traveled down between her breasts, over her belly button, before stopping at the top of her pants. He unbuttoned her pants and dipped his hand inside her underwear as far as it would go with how she was positioned.

"Open your fucking legs." He demanded in a threatening voice, his eyes seemingly peering into her soul.

April whimpered as she slowly obeyed him. He didn't waste any time sticking his hand farther down and rubbing his fingers into her folds. He leaned his head down so it was by hers.

"You're pretty wet for someone who wasn't interested." He mocked in her ear. "I knew you were flirting with him."

April tried hard to block him out, but he used his free hand to pull his leg off of the couch spreading them farther apart. He stuck two fingers inside her, pumping them in and out roughly, and curling them inside her.

"Next time you see him, I want you to think about this." He rasped into her ear.

April yelped briefly as he nipped at her neck below her ear, but tried to quiet herself down before anyone outside could hear. Randy grunted as he touched her roughly while his teeth scraped against her neck. He pulled his fingers out of her and ran them along folds and began focusing on her clit. He began circling it while applying a good amount of pressure.

"I want you to cum for me April."

"Randy no, please." April said frantically as she tried to free herself.

She was able to get her arm lose due to his changing of position. She tried to sit up, but he released her leg and grabbed her hair pulling her back down. Her free hand automatically went to her hair as Randy was tugging hard on it.

"Uh uh, you're going to cum for me. You either lay here like a good girl and let it happen, or I'm going to tie you down and get the toys."

April bit her lip as she tried to relax her body and get this over with as quick she could. His pace picked up as he coaxed her along, his lips resting on her ear. She hated this more than anything anyone has ever done to her in her life. She sobbed when she finally reached orgasm and her body went limp. Randy chuckled to himself satisfied. She knew he would hold this over her later, he always did.

"As soon as I'm done with my match we'll head over to the hotel. Then we can play all night." He said to her with a wicked grin. "And I want you to stay in these clothes. I want you to be wearing these panties and feeling what I made you do in them whenever you see him."

Randy got up and went into the small bedroom and grabbed a towel and a small bag. He needed to grab something before going back into the arena. April curled up into a ball on the small leather couch and quietly sobbed. She didn't go back into the arena that night. She didn't want to talk to anyone. She didn't want to see anyone. And most importantly, she didn't want anyone to see her.