Disclaimer: I do not own the characters affiliated with WWE, I do own Nicole Michael's however. This story is completely AU! This is my first fic so be gentle, reviews are welcomed!
Caution: There's a bit of violence, I won't give too much away hahaha… by no means do I want to glorify the blood and gore of the mob life, but what's a mob story without a little violence… I'm not going into a lot of gory yucky details, but I want to get into the characters' heads… the things that happen in this story happen for a reason, so if you're uncomfortable reading it you don't have to… enjoy!
The warm arms of Jeff had made it impossible for her to leave the next morning. Their love making through the night had been intense. After she'd dressed he checked that Matt and Helms were still in bed. Shannon had done a good job of getting them drunk enough not to notice the noises coming from upstairs, well most of them anyway.
Down in the kitchen they found Shannon doing some dishes. He smiled at them warmly and went back to the cleaning. Jeff held her hand as he walked her to the door. They stood on the porch, hugging tightly before she left.
"I wish I didn't have to leave," she said.
"You can spend the day with the sweet memories," he said grinning and kissed her warmly. "Last night was incredible."
"I love you," she said moving away, only to be pulled back into a searing kiss. She wrapped her arms around him nearly dropping her bag.
"I love you," he said moving away and leaning against the doorframe, the door open beside him.
Shannon came up beside him, wiping his hands on the dishcloth, "I love that girl, I always will; and you're like a brother to me, but if you break her heart I will kill you."
Nicole grinned walking down the path towards Torrie's house. She thought back over the previous night, her cheeks burning at the kind words Jeff had spoken to her. She giggled remembering the number of times he'd taken her over the edge, the things he'd taught her.
She was lost in her own little world, unaware of the figure stalking her. She turned into the alley only to be pushed up against the wall by the stalker. She tried to cry out, but her mouth was met with his hand. She looked to meet the eyes of Adam.
I should have guessed, she thought to herself.
"Late night?" he was livid. "What would daddy say if he found out you were screwing the local freak?"
She tried to speak.
"You can speak as long as you don't scream," he said and removed his hand.
"He's not a freak," she said quietly and directly into his eyes, "we're in love."
"We're in love," he mocked, "give me a break."
"What do you want with me? Why does my relationship with Jeff threaten you?"
Adam laughed letting his hand trail down her body. "It doesn't threaten me, it's wasting time. You and I are meant to be together."
"You have got to be kidding me," Nicole snapped. "You and I are not meant to be together."
Adam grinned evilly and digging his fingers into her hip. Nicole cried out. "Now then, you and Jeff are safe for now. But mark my words it won't last and you will be mine." With that he let her go and watched her sink to the ground and cover her face while she sobbed. "Don't mention this to anyone, especially Batista, because remember, I know something they don't know, and I'm sure what happened in Europe is a lot less forgiving than running away."
He walked away leaving Nicole in the alley on her own sobbing.
When she arrived back at home she found Dave, Randy and John standing at the bottom of the stairs.
"Where were you last night?" Dave asked with a worried expression on his face, pulling her into a tight hug. "You scared the shit out of us. Are you alright? Have you been crying?"
"Torrie and her boyfriend split up, so I went over and we ate ice-cream, watched girlie movies and cried," Nicole said going to the stairs, not acknowledging John or Randy.
"Are you alright?"
"I'm fine, I'm going to go have a bath," she said turning and going up to her room. She threw her bag onto her bed and went directly into the bathroom. She drew a warm bath, lit some candles and stripped her clothes. She sat in the bath and closed her eyes leaning into the side.
She was tired of crying.
"Hey kiddo," Dave said coming into the bathroom. He knelt beside the bath and brushed her fringe a little. "What's wrong? And don't say nothing because you're a crap liar."
"Since I went away I've felt so alone, all I did was cry, I feel like such a baby. And now I have Jeff, and I feel great, but someone's trying to take that away from me."
"Who is it sweetie?"
"I can't tell you," she said. "Hear me out. I'm sick of hurting, I'm sick of crying. I want to be happy, and I'm trying so hard to make things work. If I tell you, it will all go away."
"You need to tell me…"
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?"
The two looked to the door to see Adam grinning.
"What do you want Copeland?" Dave growled standing up.
"Don't get up on my account," Adam said waving a piece of paper in the air. "I've got all the evidence I need right here." Nicole felt her heart drop. "See I have this photo of you Dave, sneaking around with Kelly, whom we both know work for Nash."
"Who's Nash?" Nicole asked, attempting to cover herself as much as possible with the bubbles.
"Your father's arch-rival. See Dave here has been passing on information…"
"Dave, tell me he's lying," Nicole begged holding Dave's arm, who was hanging his head.
"He's not lying," Dave said looking her in the eye. "I'm so sorry…"
"You've been betraying us this whole time? How could you? I opened up to you, I trusted you."
"What are you…" Dave asked turning around to Adam who had disappeared. "Shit," Dave swore and ran out of the room after Adam.
Nicole struggled out of the bath and wrapped herself in her silk dressing gown and ran down after the two. She figured Adam would go to her father who would be by the pool reading his book, like every Sunday.
She ran to the pool to see her father with the photo in his hand. He looked exasperated. Dave looked terror-stricken. Adam was grinning. Randy and John ran and stood by Nicole having heard Dave screaming at Adam as they had run through the house.
"What's going on?" Randy whispered into her ear, but Nicole shushed him as they watched Shawn stand up and move to Dave. They exchanged quiet words. Suddenly Shawn pulled a gun out of his jacket and shot Dave in the head.
Nicole screamed and hid her face in John's chest. John pulled her into his arms and held her tightly. Shawn looked sadly at his daughter; he hadn't known she was there. He ordered Adam to remove the body, and he walked over to Nicole and pulled her into his arms.
"I'm sorry you had to see that honey," Shawn said, "but Nash is an evil man and Dave sold us out. He's put all of us in grave danger."
Nicole nodded pulling away from her father.
"John take her to her room, Randy come with me," Shawn said walking away.
John took a shaking Nicole in his arms and took her up to her room. He closed the door and sat with her on the bed, holding her until she cried herself to sleep.