Chapter 22

By the time Macaria got back to the hotel room, it was past 2 AM and Dean was out cold, the adrenaline worn off from his brutal encounter with Bray Wyatt. She did not have the heart to wake him up and tell him to go to his own room. Honestly, after hearing Nyla's heart-wrenching story about everything she'd gone through, sleeping in Dean's arms was a must. That poor woman had been isolated and threatened by the owner of this company's daughter…and he had no idea about it. This wasn't right, the way things were run in this company couldn't be legal. Blackmail was a powerful, vindictive thing and Macaria hated the fact she had to jump on that bandwagon in order to maintain her job with Aya. However, it had also helped the woman see the light, partially, since she was doing her job instead of simply using her time screwing Seth Rollins.

Slipping out of her clothes and into a simple nightshirt, Macaria slid into bed to snuggle against Dean and felt him shift. The moment the bed dipped, Dean reached for the warm body, soft body and buried his nose in Macaria's hair, breathing her in. "Mmm, what time is it?" He rumbled in her ear, his voice thick with sleep and didn't open his eyes.

"Shit, I didn't mean to wake you." She whispered, glancing at the clock and sighed at the 2:45 blinking back at her. "Quarter to 3 in the morning. Go back to sleep, we can talk later."

"Ride with me today to Indy." He requested in a mumble, kissing her neck and tightened his arm around her waist. "I wanna know about your talk with Nyla…"

"Okay, now go to sleep."

He chuckled softly, letting out a loud yawn and already felt the darkness overtaking him. "Bossy woman." Spooning against her completely, Dean fell asleep within minutes and his soft snores echoed around the room.

The sound was soothing and put Macaria to sleep right after him, her alarm set to wake up around 10 AM to make the drive to Indianapolis for Raw.


Growling at the annoying sound of an alarm clock going off, Dean didn't want to move from the warm bed and body he was against. Cracking one eye open, he saw the beautiful honey blonde in his arms and smiled, remembering briefly she had climbed into bed with him earlier that morning. She reached over to press the button on her phone, stopping it and slowly fluttered her beautiful jade eyes open to meet hazy pale blues. Morning breath was a killer, but Dean risked it anyway and captured her mouth with his, pulling her against up against his.

"Easy, Deano." Macaria gasped out after the kiss broke and caressed the slight stubble on his face tenderly. "That was a nice way to wake up, I have to admit."

He chuckled, still trying to fully wake up himself and let out another yawn away from her. "Yeah. Missed having you in my arms in the morning, babe." Dean admitted, kissing the side of her neck and nuzzled her soft skin.

"Me too." Macaria relished the feeling of his body on top of hers and stopped his hand from slipping beneath her nightshirt. "Uh-uh, you have to earn your way back into my panties, buddy. And we don't have time anyway. We have to get up and get on the road for Raw tonight."

"I'm sure I could coax you into a quickie, darlin'…" Dean growled, moving to where he was between her parted thighs, the nightshirt already bunched around her hips and he could feel his jean covered dick rub against her panty covered sex. The friction was nearly his undoing. "Fuck…"

Macaria smirked, feeling the bulge and glided her lips along his stubble jaw, caressing his muscular chest. "Having issues, Deany boy?" She quipped cheekily, hearing him growl again and shivered, his mouth finding hers hungrily. "I know you wanna 'fuck' right now, but we can't. Now off me so we can get ready to leave."

"Tease." He hissed accusingly and suddenly dipped his head between her thighs to rub his nose against her panties, smelling her arousal.

THAT was nearly HER undoing. "Dean…" Her voice held warning as Macaria gripped his hair in her fingers and pulled, forcing his head up until mischievous pale blues met smoldering jade. "No sex until I say so."

"You're really gonna make me earn it, eh?" Dean could see how serious she was and groaned at her stubbornness, scowling. "All right, all right, I get it. I fucked up and I gotta pay for it…"

"If you're a good boy, I MAY let you have a little sample later tonight after the show…" Macaria teased a little more and his mouth met hers in a passionate, searing kiss that left her dampened panties soaked. "NOW who's being the tease?"

"Turnabout, babe." He pecked her nose and reluctantly stood up from the bed to get ready to head out. "All right, get up woman. We need to get food on the way and I need coffee." He didn't feel right without his allotted three cups, loaded with sugar.

An hour later, they were on the road headed to Raw with coffee and food in hand, silence reigning between them while they ate.

"Okay, are you gonna keep me in suspense or tell me about your talk with Miller?" Dean demanded, once he finished eating and dropped his wrapper in the bag from his breakfast sandwich. They were his favorite, nothing beat a breakfast sandwich for breakfast.

It was a very good thing Macaria ate because her appetite dwindled at the thought of Nyla's situation, a frown crossing her face. She had asked Nyla's permission to talk to Dean about this and she said it was fine…as long as he kept it quiet. The last thing she wanted was the Authority finding out she told someone about the blackmail and danger her daughter was in. Nyla hadn't told her who Neela's father was, only that he was a WWE Superstar she'd had a brief fling with. Sipping her coffee thoughtfully, Macaria tried to figure out how to start this off and decided to set the record straight with what happened at Hell in a Cell to Dean.

"Well, the first thing you need to know is Nyla has been forced to write shitty scripts and storylines for any wrestler and Diva in the company the Authority doesn't deem worthy." Macaria's voice dripped with disgust. "What happened to you at Hell in a Cell was scripted…you just didn't get the new script she was forced to change at the last minute."

"Figures." Dean snorted, not surprised by that and gripped the steering wheel a little tighter. "Go on. What else?" Then he held his hand up, stopping her from continuing. "Wait, what do you mean she's being forced to write shitty scripts and storylines? How are they forcing her to do anything?"

Macaria smiled sadly, knowing this would be hard for Dean to hear and let out a shaky breath. "Blackmail. And threats. Nyla has a daughter, Dean." She saw a hint of concern cross his face. "Nyla had a baby with a WWE Superstar. She didn't tell me who, only that she never wants him to find out about her daughter. Stephanie found out through the grapevine of WWE headquarters and now she's using it to force Nyla to do whatever she wants. If she doesn't toe the line and do what the Authority says, no matter how despicable it is, they will go after her daughter and family. She's protecting them the only way she knows how."

"Then why doesn't she tell them to take this job and shove it up their ass?"

"I asked her the same thing. Her contract is IRON-CLAD. Unbreakable. A year ago, she signed a 4-year deal with WWE and wanted to make sure it couldn't be broken for any reason. She was doing it to ensure she had a job with the company and couldn't be fired because of hard times or whatever." Macaria explained, clasping her hands in her lap and looked out the window. "That's not even the worse part of this whole thing either."

How the hell could get it worse? "Being forced to do a job a certain way in order to screw other people…I don't see HOW it can get any worse, Maca…" His voice held doubt, brow arching questioningly. "How much worse are we talking here?"

Macaria wasn't sure if she should tell Dean this next part, feeling her breakfast stirring in her nauseated stomach. "Stephanie has taken this too far. She's kept Nyla under her thumb and she's using Seth Rollins to do it. Nyla isn't really with Seth in an actual relationship. She's…being forced to be with him. And fuck him. To keep her in line…"

Dean stared straight ahead and blinked, trying to wrap his mind around the load of information Macaria just laid on him. Nyla Miller was only with the Authority and under their thumb against her will. That was a very hard pill to swallow. What the hell would Roman think about all of this? There was NO WAY Dean wouldn't tell him since he was slated to return next month at the TLC pay-per-view. Big Show would be his new feud, which Roman wasn't happy about, but it was what the Authority wanted. Since they were still in power, thanks to the big bastard, there was nothing to be done about it.

"Fucking hell…" Dean grunted, breaking the silence that developed between him and Macaria, scrubbing a hand down his face. "So she's only with Seth because of Stephanie's wishes?"

"Yeah, and that asshole is fucking Aya still. They were together last night in the hallway again, practically fucking each other with their tongues down each other's throats. I asked Nyla if she wanted to handle it or do something about it and she emphatically declined." Not that Macaria blamed her. "He's cheated on her countless times, saying he can because she's just his whore for the Authority to keep under their thumb. It's terrible the situation she's been put in. I wish there was something we could do to help her…"

Aya would never learn and Dean was fed up with her deceitful ways. Macaria was the ONLY reason he hadn't told her to take a flying leap, along with her article, off a short pier. He knew if Aya went, Macaria would go right along with her since she was Aya's employee. Dean was in the process of trying to change that, but he had to figure out the right person to speak with regarding hiring new people to the company. The opportunity would pop up eventually, he just had to be patient and wait it out.

"There might be." He took an exit on their journey, being careful on the ramp and sped back up to 80 miles an hour, mulling this over in his mind.

"How?" Macaria asked curiously, seeing the gears in Dean's eyes beginning to turn.

A little white lie wouldn't hurt her. "I don't know yet. Give me some time to think this through and I'll let you know." As soon as he had a moment alone, he was giving his Samoan brother a call to check in and to let him know these sudden turn of events. "Did she tell you anything about why I suddenly went from feuding with Rollins to Bray Wyatt?"

"Not really, just that the Authority wanted you to do something different besides keep losing to their golden boy." Macaria snorted, already knowing Seth had help beating Dean every single time they had fought.

"Sounds about right."

That was fine. The Authority could try to protect their golden boy, their baby boy, but eventually, Dean would get out of this feud. It would take a while since they'd only had one blowout match and, thanks to his actions against Bray last night, their next battle would be at the TLC pay-per-view in a couple weeks. 2014 would finish with Bray Wyatt, but come 2015, it was a whole new year and Dean would find a way back to Seth Rollins to settle the score with him once and for all. Contrary to what people thought about him, Dean was a very patient man and could hold a grudge forever, if need be.

They changed the subject to talk about other things, trying to get their minds off Nyla and lighten the calamitous mood. After dropping their belongings off in their shared room at the hotel, Dean and Macaria rode to the arena together, deciding to have a late lunch there. Unfortunately, Dean had a meeting with the writers to discuss tonight's show, so that left Macaria alone to her own devices for a little while. She had just finished making her plate with a shredded chicken sandwich and some sides, when a shadow cast over her.

"You should really watch who you hang out with in this company, girl."

Slowly turning her head, narrowed jade met the blackened eyes of the golden boy himself, Seth Rollins. "Oh really? And who do YOU think I should hang out with, then? Let me guess, you?"

Seth was in a crisp black suit, his hair gelled to perfection with the blonde slowly disappearing with each day that passed by. "Well, I don't wanna toot my own horn, but…" He straightened the collar of his jacket with a smarmy smirk. "I'm a lot of fun to hang out with."

"Really? Well, how can I pass up that opportunity?" Her voice dripped with sarcasm as Macaria grabbed some silverware, shaking her head. "Look Rollins, you may have gotten into my boss's panties easily enough, but I'm not Aya." That made his eyes darkened further if it was possible, and the anger radiated from his body. "Also, you REALLY need to learn how to give somebody personal space." Promptly, she stepped back with her plate in hand and smiled serenely up at him.

"You sound jealous of your boss taking a ride with the future of this company."

Seth really did buy into all the crap Hunter and Stephanie filled his mind with, warping and frying his brain cells. He really was full of himself. "No see, unlike her, I don't find you the LEAST bit attractive. Your hair looks atrocious, by the way. Who the hell has a quarter of blonde in their BLACK hair? It's stupid. And you have a very annoying voice too, not sexy at all." Macaria could FEEL the rage building and didn't care, taking a bite out of her potato salad. She didn't realize some of the Superstars and Divas had noticed their verbal exchange. "These suits you wear hang off you, practically, and you really need a different hair stylist altogether because it looks like your hair is sealed to your head with superglue. Should I go on?"

"That is enough, Macaria." Aya had arrived, overheard what her employee said to Seth and wasn't amused, her arms folded in front of her chest. "Take a walk. Now."

Macaria snorted, rolling her eyes. "Gladly. Oh and just so you know, the so-called future of this company just made a pass at me…while he's still fucking you and in a relationship with Nyla Miller." That made Aya's purple-tinted eyes nearly shoot out of her skull. She had missed that part, apparently, and only caught Macaria firing insults at her current lover.

Walking past them out of catering, Macaria started laughing at Aya's shrieking voice echoing down the hallway, followed by Seth shouting back at her and went back to Dean's locker room to eat her food in peace.