Chapter 30

"ROMAN REIGNS IS BACK!"

Helping John Cena beat Seth Rollins in their Tables match was just icing on the cake to being back in the ring. Roman felt at home, even if he would be feuding with Big Show going forward. That didn't matter to him because he would drop that 500-pound sack of garbage in a millisecond. The odds had been stacked against Cena from the beginning, thanks to the Authority's abuse of power, but they hadn't anticipated Roman's return. They wanted Roman to return during Dean's match with Bray Wyatt and he decided his boy deserved proper payback for all the mind games Bray had played on him. Jumping script didn't seem to be a big deal these days, not with the Authority in power, so Roman would pay for the fine they slapped him with and call it a day.

It was worth it to see Seth lose again and be driven through a table.

Nyla couldn't stop the smile spreading on her face at the sight of Roman's actual in-ring return. No doubt Stephanie and Hunter would be seething, but there was nothing to be done about it now. Roman had done what he thought best and not followed the shoddy script, not blaming him a bit. All she was responsible for was writing the scripts and storylines; Nyla had no control over the actual wrestlers and what they did. This truly had become a disaster in Vince's absence and the Authority had pushed wrestlers to their breaking points. Roman was one of them; he didn't want his return not to be meaningful.

Throughout her days off with her family, Roman had constantly texted her. Five minutes hadn't gone by without him saying something to her, asking random questions. Her favorite flower. Her favorite food. Her favorite color. Her dreams, goals and he even asked about Neela. Nyla had answered all of his questions and asked some of her own, all of it done through text. She had to charge her phone at least once a day because of how much she was on it. Of course, Nyla didn't ignore her daughter and played with her, though the little girl was in school now, so she had a lot of time to burn and did it with Roman.

Roman told her all about his huge family, the Samoan Dynasty is what they were called in the wrestling world. Wrestling was in his blood and it was his true passion in life, despite what others believed or thought. She was shocked to discover The Brahma Bull, the People's Champion, The Rock was Roman's cousin. That's how deep the bloodline went in WWE. Nyla wished she had that kind of connection within the company because at least Roman's bloodline and family could protect him, mostly, from the Authority. They had to be careful when screwing with Roman because of who his family was – his father was great friends with Vince McMahon, for example, and so was The Rock.

Tonight is just the beginning, baby girl. Roman texted about 20 minutes after his return. The whole Authority is going down.

Nyla somehow believed him, smiling and felt her heart do a funny flutter in her chest. He had taken the time to text her, even during the night of his return to the ring. Her mother had pointed out on her days off how much happier Nyla seemed to be these days, but she brushed it off as being home. Smiling felt foreign to her these days, though she put on a brave front with Neela, not wanting her 9-year-old thinking something was wrong.

Do you trust me yet? Was his next text.

Chewing her bottom lip, Nyla looked up to stare at her door and could hear Stephanie shrieking like a banshee down the hall. She was only a few doors down from the Authority's office. Any minute, she was waiting for Stephanie to barge in here and accuse her of Roman jumping script again. This time, Nyla was innocent and, luckily, she hadn't discovered who was responsible for the Money in the Bank briefcase being stolen. Nyla took personal pride in doing that and would take that secret with her to the grave.

It hasn't even been a week since you started texting me and talking to me. She pointed out, always making sure to lock her phone just in case Seth or the Authority tried snooping.

That doesn't answer my question, Nyla. Roman could feel her resolve weakening, the walls she put up crumbling and it would only be a matter of time before she caved to him. I told you to take all the time you need. I'm just glad you're willing to talk to me. I also want you away from those assholes as soon as possible.

Congratulations on your return, Roman. Nyla didn't mean to ignore what he said, but she didn't know how to respond to any of it. She didn't trust him, not yet, but she was getting there slowly.

Setting her phone down, she fired up the laptop and began working, not wanting to be caught texting Roman while at work.


Dean and Bray did exactly what they said they would do. They tore each other apart in their tables, ladders and chairs match, which closed out the show. Every bump Dean took made Macaria cringe, her concern being his neck. She wasn't convinced he was completely healed from what Bray did to him, but Dean assured her he was ready to go. During the end of the match, Dean had grabbed a flat screen monitor from beneath the ring and went to use it on Bray, when it exploded in his face. It had temporarily blinded him and Bray took advantage, nailing him with Sister Abigail to win the brutal bout. Macaria covered her mouth with her hand, not believing that just happened and hoped Dean hadn't just blinded himself permanently!

Stephanie smirked from her office, leaning back in her chair and enjoyed the karma Dean suffered after everything he'd done to the Authority. Sending Bray Wyatt after him was the best decision she could've made. Not only had Dean lost this feud to Bray Wyatt, but now she was about to rip another piece of his heart out by signing Macaria to the company, forcing them apart for 6 long months.

As soon as Dean came through the curtain, Macaria was there to help him to his locker room, watching him continuously pour water over his eyes. Luckily, none of the sparks from the monitor had burned him, which was a plus, but it took a bit before his vision went back to normal. Macaria retrieved his clothes, knowing he wanted to shower after that grueling match and to simmer his temper down. Dean was angry, she could feel it and she didn't blame him since Bray had started all of this. Why couldn't the Authority just let him win once or stay out of his business?

"Join me." Dean rumbled in her ear, already pulling her towards the bathroom attached to his locker room.

This was their final night together for the unforeseeable future. They had talked a lot and decided, just because they couldn't have sex together, that didn't mean they couldn't remain friends. Stephanie wouldn't be able to do anything about it as long as she didn't sleep with Dean. They could still hang out and talk, get to know each other and once the 6 months was up, their reunion would be explosive. Dean would wait it out and play the Authority's game, refusing to let this beautiful honey blonde slip through his fingers.

"Dean…" Macaria figured he'd wait until they were back at the hotel, but it was obvious he needed her now. She wasn't going to push him away or complain, trying to memorize every contour of his body. "I'm sorry about what happened tonight…"

"It's getting better with you here." He admitted, starting the shower sprays and lifted her to sit on the sink, standing between her legs. "What am I gonna do without you around to keep my ass in line, Maca?"

She smiled, sliding her fingers through his wet curls and bent down to capture his mouth with hers. "You'll figure it out. And I'm not gonna be completely gone. I'm still gonna be here for you, Dean, just not the way we want me to be." It was the only loophole they could find in order to remain in contact.

"You're in for a very long night. You won't be getting any sleep." Dean forewarned, planning on claiming her in every way he possibly could for the rest of the night.

It would be the last time he had sex for 6 months…and Dean was not looking forward to it.

Neither was Macaria.


Arriving in Detroit, Michigan for Raw, so many different emotions and thoughts flowed through Macaria's mind. It would feel weird not sharing a hotel room with Dean since she'd gotten used to it. Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe choosing her career over Dean wasn't the right thing to do. Macaria would be miserable without him and she could tell he felt the same way. The drive to the arena was made in silence after they'd checked into their respective hotel rooms. They'd gone together to each room and Dean had to stop himself several times from begging her not to do this. There had to be another way than cutting each other off, intimately, for 6 months.

Their time was up.

"I'm going with you."

Macaria blinked with wide jade eyes. "What?! What do you mean you're going with me?"

He pulled her into his arms, standing in the middle of his locker room and softly brushed his lips against hers. "I'm going with you when you sign your contract." Dean wanted to send a clear-cut message to the entire Authority this wasn't over between him and Macaria.

"Dean…" That wasn't a good idea. The Authority hated him and Macaria could only imagine what he had rolling around in his brain. "Please…"

"I'm not gonna do anything. I'm just gonna stand there while you sign your contract. Think of me as extra protection, babe." Dean grinned, though it didn't touch his icy blues and pressed his forehead to hers, groaning softly. "This fucking sucks."

Macaria frowned, feeling him tremble slightly and cupped his face in her soft hands to passionately kiss him. "I'm yours after 6 months and I'm not gonna date or do anything with anyone else while we're apart. I hope you don't, but I'll understand if the temptation is too strong or…"

He pressed a finger to her lips, silencing her. "I have my hand and pictures to get me by." Dean had made sure she developed some more photos of them together and carried a few in his bag, at the very bottom, needing to hold onto every memory he could with them.

"We should get going…and get this over with." Macaria didn't want to leave him, already feeling the tears stinging her eyes and accepted another searing kiss, making it last as long as possible.

Only when they needed oxygen to breathe did Dean pull back, breaking it and took her hand to lace their fingers together. "Come on, time to go sign your contract." They made their way down the corridor, taking their time, each step feeling heavier than the next.

Before long, they stood outside of the Authority's office and Macaria looked up at Dean, waiting for him to nod before bringing her hand up to knock. Once again, the door opened and this time, it was Kane she was greeted with. Kane narrowed his eyes at who she was with, his gaze dropping to their clasped hands and couldn't help letting out a snort.

"Steph, your newest acquisition is here."

"Oh good, send her in." Stephanie ordered, busy looking over paperwork for tonight's show and frowned when Macaria walked inside her office, hand in hand, with Dean Ambrose. "What's the meaning of this?"

Dean rolled his eyes, holding his taped hand up. "Chill out, Princess. I already know about your whole ultimatum and I'm only here to support her while she signs the damn contract." Rolling his shoulders, he felt Macaria's hand slip out of his and clenched it into a fist at his side.

"I don't think we need an audience for this, Macaria…"

"He's my friend, Stephanie. You wouldn't deny me having support during this process now, would you?" Macaria remarked with a serene smile, seeing the anger boiling in the woman's ocean blues that had turned glacial in seconds.

"Friends? How can you be friends when you've been sleeping together?" Stephanie wasn't born yesterday and knew what they were trying to pull. "Just so you know, sleeping together secretly will be grounds for IMMEDIATE termination, until your probation period is up."

"Hey, look at me and Renee. We slept together down in NXT, quite a few times actually, and we're friends." Dean pointed out, knowing it wasn't a secret and he'd already told Macaria about his time down in Florida prior to coming to the main roster.

"Be that as it may…"

"Look, can we just sign the contract and get this over with, please? I don't want to hear you two bicker at each other. I understand the rules, Stephanie. You've made yourself perfectly clear and I intend to abide by them, including not sleeping with ANY WWE Superstar during my probation period."

Seth came into the office at that moment and froze at the sight of Dean Ambrose with Macaria. "What the hell is this?"

"Hey scumbag, this doesn't involve you, so keep your mouth shut or leave." Dean ordered, getting annoyed quickly and placed a hand on Macaria's tensed shoulder. "We got your message, Princess. Doesn't mean I'm staying away from her. I just can't dip my dick in her until 6 months is up. I got it."

The vulgarity of this man astounded Stephanie as she pulled the contract out and handed it over. "Your special clause is on page 34, if you want to read it over to make sure everything is correct." The contract was 40 pages total. "We'll see how long you two can remain JUST friends."

Just friends? Was this supposed to be some kind of joke? Seth's dark eyes narrowed to slits, not appreciating Dean being here for the contract signing. He could see his plan going up in flames and clenched his teeth together, watching Macaria begin to read over the entire contract. Ambrose stood right by her, also reading it and that didn't sit well with him either.

It took a good half hour before Macaria finished, once again looking up at Dean with agony in her jade eyes. "Dean…"

"Do it." Dean slid a finger down her cheek, his heart breaking at the tears in her eyes. "But first," Since she hadn't signed the contract yet, he could do this without any repercussions. Pulling her flush against his body, Dean covered his mouth with hers and passionately kissed her in front of the entire Authority, squeezing her backside in the process. "There. Now do it." He ordered once the kiss broke. "I told you, this isn't over between us, Maca. These fools can throw whatever they want at me, and you, and we're going to prevail. You understand that? I'm ALWAYS here for you, whether it be a friend or lover. I know it's only a friend from here on out until your probation is over. Just…don't give up on us."

Tears streaked down her cheeks at his thoughtful words as Macaria turned to stare down at the contract again, the pen in her hand. "Damn it…" She whispered, hesitating to sign on the dotted line and shut her eyes, feeling Dean's breath on her ear, his arm wrapped around her waist. "This is a lot harder than I thought it would be with you here…"

He knew it would be, but the message had to be sent to these Authority fucks one way or another. She was OFF-LIMITS and he was glad Seth had been here to witness the kiss. "Sign it, Macaria." Dean urged, feeling the tension in the room thicken and watched the pen slowly glide on the paper.

Macaria was officially hired by the WWE…and had given up her intimate relationship with Dean.

Seth's plan had just gone up in smoke because it was obvious Dean had his hooks sunk deep into Macaria and she would not give him a second glance.

Even Stephanie had to wonder if they'd be able to keep their hands off each other, the love between them unmistakable.

Stepping back, Macaria handed the contract back to Stephanie, shook the woman's hand and then extended hers to Dean with a smile. "Friends?"

Dean smirked, clasping hers and shook it firmly. "Always, Maca."