Chapter 7

"That is…"

"Fucking sick. I know." Macaria finished for him, taking the camera back and shook her head, shuddering at the memory of Aya and Seth Rollins together. "He really is an asshole, isn't he?"

Dean snorted, lighting up a cigarette and got back into the rental with Macaria in tow. "You don't know the half of it. We trusted that mother fucker. We trusted him and he betrayed us." He realized she probably didn't know who he was talking about and cleared his throat. "The other guy I'm talking about is Roman Reigns. He's currently out on injury, but should be back in a couple months."

"Yeah, I know who he is. I mean, not majorly, but I did some research on you, per Aya's orders and saw you guys were known as the Shield. I thought all of this was scripted and…phony, for the most part." Macaria had assumed everything ran like a smooth-oiled machine in WWE, since they were a billion dollar company, but it was obvious that wasn't the case.

This woman had a lot to learn about the business she was in, if she planned on staying in it longer than a couple months. "Yeah, it's SUPPOSED to be, but shit gets out of hand and…feuds generally spill from the ring to the back. In and outside of the ring. We had no idea Seth was in bed with the Authority." He took a long pull from the cigarette, letting the smoke filter out of his mouth and nose slowly, cracking a window.

"But I thought the Authority was just a storyline too?" Macaria was really confused now, jade eyes wide in wonder.

"That's what they WANT you to think. They WANT people to believe it's all storyline and people's careers and lives aren't really being fucked up, at their hands." Dean wasn't stupid, he knew this whole journalism idea was a diversion to try to keep his attention off Seth and it wasn't working. "That's probably why the Authority sent their golden boy after your boss…because she's doing the piece on me. You know what's even MORE fucked up than this?"

There was more? "I'm afraid to ask…"

"Won't tell you until you do." Dean singsonged, winking at her and flicked ash out of the window. Hitting the highway, he knew neither of them had an appetite after seeing those pictures.

Rolling her eyes, Macaria decided to give him a bone and folded her arms in front of her chest, her camera at her feet on the floorboard. "Okay, I'll bite, what's more fucked up than my boss fucking your former partner?"

"There's a writer, the Authority's personal writer, and her name is Nyla Miller. Stay away from her. She's bad news and only writes whatever the Authority tells her. They've also put her in charge of mine, Roman's and a few others storylines, no other writing is allowed to touch them. And they're all wrestlers the Authority despises and wants to keep under their fucking thumb." Dean took another long drag, keeping as calm as he could, even though his blood was boiling. "And she's also supposedly fucking Rollins too."

"Oh my god, really? What kind of person would do that?!"

Dean shrugged, rolling the window up now that they were going 70 miles an hour down the highway toward Little Rock. "Don't know. Don't care. Makes me wonder if they're in an open relationship though. He can fuck whoever he wants, she can too, but they stay together for some reason." He didn't want to overthink it or analyze what went on in the woman's mind, rubbing his temples.

"Different strokes for different folks."

Dean raised a slow brow at her. "I say that a lot, actually." What were the odds of meeting a woman who had the same mindset as him, the same thought process and even the same adages?

"And that shocks you?"

"Kinda, yeah." Dean chuckled, finishing his cigarette and tossed it out the window, feeling marginally better. "Man, I really hope I can still have sex dreams tonight after seeing those disgusting pictures."

Snorting, Macaria had no doubt in her mind he'd be just fine. "At least YOU didn't have to watch it happen in order to take the pictures, okay?" She shuddered, knowing it would be burned to her memory for quite some time. "I figured you wouldn't believe me since we don't know each other that well. Needed proof."

"Hey, you can use those pictures against her now, if she tries to fire you." Blackmail was a beautiful thing.

Macaria shook her head, folding her arms in front of her chest and leaned back in her seat, staring out the window. "I'm not the blackmailing type, I'm probably just gonna delete the photos…"

"No!" Dean hadn't meant to howl that out and make her jump out of her skin, but he was shaking his head repeatedly. "No, don't delete those pictures. Keep them. Save them for a rainy day. You NEVER know when you might need them. I know you're not the blackmailing type, but if it means your survival, that's a different ballgame."

Maybe he had a point. She couldn't deny it was a good idea to have some kind of leverage against Aya. "Okay, I won't delete them…for you. I'll keep them only for you and I'll delete them when you think I should." For some reason, she trusted Dean and didn't understand why.

He didn't either, but Dean rarely questioned anything that happened in life, believing everything happened for a reason. Good and bad, it didn't matter. "Smart girl, at least you're not a virago like your boss." Putting the pedal to the metal, Dean continued speeding down the highway and made small talk with Macaria, both avoiding any nonsense regarding Seth and Aya.


Nyla was on her way out of the arena for the evening, deciding to drive to Little Rock tonight, just to put distance between her, Seth and the Authority. Being forced to bend over and take it up the ass, so to speak, had her feeling extremely low. Nyla just wanted to get on the road and breathe fresh Seth-free air, for a change. Lately, she felt suffocated by the Authority and the only silver lining was Seth only came for her once or twice a week. Most of the time it was at house shows, but for some reason, tonight, he'd come for her and Nyla could tell it was a clear cut message from Stephanie. Just one more day…one more day and she'd be on a plane headed home to see her beautiful baby girl and parents for 2 glorious Authority-free days.

"Nyla!"

She stopped at the sound of Stephanie's voice and turned to see the woman's head poking out of the window of her limousine. Backing up, Nyla stood in front of the window and waited for it to roll all the way down, plastering on a smile. "Yes, Stephanie?" Calling her Miss McMahon wasn't tolerated; Nyla had learned that when Stephanie decided to come back to television several years ago.

"Did you make those changes I gave you?" Stephanie asked promptly, cutting right to the chase and had a glass of champagne in hand, a cruel smile curving her lips.

"Yes, ma'am, I did." Nyla answered quietly, trying not to show how much it bothered her because it meant Dean could be screwed out of another title opportunity with Seth.

Stephanie was very good at reading body language and didn't care what Nyla thought of the Authority. The woman WOULD do what she was told and follow instructions or her little secret would be revealed. As long as she was kept under thumb, Stephanie and Hunter would slowly but surely take over the entire company. Vince wouldn't be able to do anything about it once they had all the 'important' people beneath them.

"Where are you headed now and where's Seth?"

"I'm driving to Little Rock tonight and I don't know where Seth is, ma'am." Nyla answered without hesitation, knowing better than to lie to her boss and dictator.

Stephanie smiled knowingly, just testing Nyla to see if she would lie or tell the truth. "Would you like me to tell you where he is? I'm sure he wouldn't mind if you…joined in on the fun." Her voice had dropped somewhat before giggling wickedly.

"No ma'am, he told me he needed the night to himself."

"Oh, I'm sure he did. You see, he's currently with the journalist we hired to do that little article spread on Ambrose. You know the one that will generate a load of publicity for the company because of the movie he just finished for us?" Stephanie said 'us' as if the company was already hers and had no problem claiming it. "And I'm sure they're having a GREAT time, if you catch my drift."

Nyla knew exactly what Stephanie referred to and, the fact he had screwed her earlier in her office, and was now dipping his dick in another woman did not sit well with her. It was time to get another checkup to make sure she had no STD's or anything since the man refused to wear a condom whenever he came for her. This was nothing more than a ploy to push Nyla to see how far she could go before breaking, shattering. This was nothing more than a game to Stephanie.

"Does that bother you that he's fucking someone else right now? Because if it was me, I would be FURIOUS, considering everybody in the company knows you two are together. They weren't exactly keeping it quiet at the hotel either, from my understanding." As a matter of fact, one of her gophers from J&J Security, Seth's personal lackeys, Joey Mercury, had informed her of his activities for the evening.

"I already know I can't do anything about it, ma'am. I don't control him." Hell, she didn't even have control over her own life and was close to a breakdown from everything the Authority, mostly Stephanie, had done to her.

Stephanie snickered, ignoring Hunter's warning to leave their writer bitch alone and waved him off. "Honestly, Nyla, you act like it's the worse thing in the world to be attached to Seth Rollins and us." She gestured to her and Hunter, who stuck his big fat head out of the window to look at her. "You should feel privileged and honored we personally chose YOU to be in our corner." Albeit with blackmail, but sometimes pressure had to be put a person to make them do the RIGHT thing and Nyla had so far.

Having her golden boy force her into sex out of fear and having her daughter and parents threatened on a daily basis was supposed to be a privilege and honor? Not to mention, pissing wrestlers off left and right, they didn't deem worthy in their company, like Roman Reigns and Dean Ambrose, by writing crappy storylines for them was supposed to be a privilege and honor as well? Nyla felt sick to her stomach and could only nod, forcing a smile on her face and shouldered her purse.

"Was there anything else you needed from me, ma'am?"

Her cordial tone was grating on Stephanie's nerves and she decided she was done playing with her toy for the evening. "No. See you tomorrow night for more fun, Nyla." Seth would be paying her another visit; this bitch would break, no matter what Stephanie had to do.

"Was that really necessary, Steph?" Hunter demanded, once the window was rolled up and Nyla had walked to her rental. "She's on our side and has done everything you've asked of her. Why don't you step off her a little before you completely break her?"

"That's the point, Hunter." Stephanie shot back, narrowing her icy blues at him. "Unless, of course, you're starting to feel sympathy for our toy?" She stroked his facial hair, raising a perfectly plucked brow.

"No, but at the same time, she's a veteran writer and I think it wouldn't look good if Vince finds out about her quitting because of his daughter." Hunter pointed out, folding his arms in front of his chest and could see the color slowly drain out of his wife's face. "Not saying she'll quit…"

Stephanie recovered quickly with a scoff. "Her contract is iron-clad, or did you forget that? For the next 3 years, she's our bitch, Hunter, and I will break her any way I see fit. Seth is great for that and doesn't mind doing the dirty work for me."

Hunter sincerely hoped this didn't come back to bite his wife in the backside and finished his glass of champagne as they drove off to the hotel.

Nyla couldn't drive at the moment, too busy retching on the side of her car facing away from the arena. Seth was screwing the journalist that hadn't even been in the company 2 days! After forcing her into submission in her office and humiliating her, now he was doing it publicly. What the hell was she supposed to do? Everybody would find out about his night with the journalist and then start questioning why Nyla was still with him. A cheater. A scumbag. Dean had pinpointed Seth Rollins to a T. He truly was a scumbag and Nyla hated him with every fiber of her being, hot tears trekking down her cheeks.

Once there was nothing left in her stomach, Nyla shakily pulled out a tissue out of her purse and wiped her mouth off, sniffling. Eating after being raped hadn't been the best idea, but Nyla had to show nothing bothered her. Stephanie had eyes on her almost at all times, spies, and if anything was out of sorts, she was informed immediately. Nyla suddenly couldn't wait to get home and already planned on calling Stephanie to take some of her vacation days, so she had 5 days off instead of a measly 2. There was no reason for her to be at the house shows to be tortured further by the Authority and Seth.

Taking a separate tissue to dab her eyes, Nyla saw her phone light up and pulled it out to see who was calling her. It wasn't her daughter. The name on the caller ID made her blood boil, teeth gritted. That mother fucker had screwed another woman and was now calling her? Probably Stephanie's doing since the confrontation hadn't gone in the woman's favor, Nyla deduced. On the fourth ring, she answered, after slipping behind the wheel, and shut the door.

"Hey baby, just checking on you to see how you're doing." Seth was currently on his back with Nyla on speakerphone and having his dick swallowed by Aya's eager mouth.

Nyla had been with him a while and could tell Seth was still with that journalist, feeling her stomach turn and roll again. "Fine. I'm just leaving the arena now…how's YOUR night going?" She could NOT keep the coolness out of her tone, even if a gun was pressed to her temple.

"Mmm wonderful…relaxing and stimulating." Seth hissed out that last word, gripping Aya's hair and pulled, hearing her moan in response. "Why don't you come to my room and we can have a little party, hmm?"

"No thanks, not interested. I'm on my way to Little Rock. I shouldn't talk while driving. Talk to you later, Seth." Before he could respond, she hung up on him and tossed her phone in the passenger seat, not caring about the consequences of doing that.

Oh, she would pay for that later, but right now, Seth was too busy focusing on getting ready to force Aya to swallow every drop of his seed.