[A/N] We thank everyone who read and reviewed the first chapter.

(02)

For the fourth time of the morning, Randy glanced at the still soundly sleeping man on his bed from the corner of his eye. He barely had his sleep last night, as the couch wasn't as comfortable as it looked on its appearance. And this… this goon-head had taken the comfy bed away from him. Just three minutes… just for three minutes Randy had gone into the bathroom and when he came out, here he was, sprawled all over the big, soft bed, snoring lightly. Randy had been tempted to wrench the man out of his bed and throw him out of the house but no… in a way, he owed him. And because of him, Randy had to keep on wearing his boxers. He hated sleeping with clothes on, even if it was a little cloth that covered his private parts.

Throwing the blankets away he stood up from the couch, stretching his arms out to crack the sleepiness away. A soft groan reached his ears, making him look at the man on the bed again. He stared at the stirring body for a moment, sensing that the man is waking up. Since Randy had so politely snatched the blanket away from the man, his clothed body-with shoes- was full on display. And the prominent bulge in his pants was more than noticeable. Feeling like he was invading the man's privacy, Randy looked away. He had his own problem to take care of. Walking over to the small closet, he opened the side he owned, his eyes roaming over the few clothes he owned.

A low whistling sound was heard. He glanced back, to see the man sitting cross legged on the bed, a sleepy, goofy smile on his face as his eyes lazily ran up and down Randy. Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, Randy focused his attention back on the clothes.

"I can guess why they were chasing you," he heard the man say. Randy froze. Those men that were chasing him… in less than an hour he would have hell to pay for. Maybe he shouldn't tell Callaway about the incident. But… that would mean, betraying his rules. Then again if he did reveal what happened, not only him but Ambrose's job would be in line. "Hello?" he snapped back to reality, as a hand was waved in front of his face. Hissing, Randy took a few steps away to increase the proximity between him and the man. What was his name again? Narrowing his eyes, Randy cocked his head. The face was familiar, especially those sapphire blue eyes.

"Well, I thought I lost you for a second," the man chuckled. Those words… they were familiar too. "As I was saying, since I'm gonna stay here for a while I may need to know your name, gorgeous."

"Only a few days, and you'll be gone. Why would you need my name until that?" Randy said, his voice low and deep as he grabbed onto the closest thing his hand reached. Then he closed the closet door, fixing his eyes on the man again. "And don't call me that."

"Call you what? Gorgeous?" a smirk spread across the man's lips, which Randy found incredibly annoying. A hint of dimples caught Randy's eyes. "But it suits you. Either tell me your name, or I'll resume calling you that."

Irritation rose up inside Randy, as he narrowed his eyes to slits, if that was even possible. Then he shook his head, and looked away, directly meeting a pair of bright green eyes. he forced back a gasp. He had spoken too soon.

"Who's this?" annoyed green eyes questioned him.

"This is…." Randy was at a loss of words. He didn't even know the man's name.

"John Cena," the other answered, feeling that the one beside him was in unease. "And it's not what you think," he said, noticing the weird look on the red head's eyes. "He was just giving me a place to stay until I find one to myself."

"Stay out of it," Randy snapped, coming in front of John and blocking his view. Then he turned towards the third man who had just appeared, and made his way to him. Wrapping his hand around the other's wrist, Randy tugged him out of the bedroom, into the living room. He made sure to close the door, gesturing toward the bathroom with his head, silently telling John the answer for what he asked. He took a few seconds to regain his lost breaths and faced the red head. "Sheamus…"

"Explain," the larger man folded his arms across his chest, green eyes narrowing to slits as he calculated the younger one.

"I… Last night… He… helped me to hide from some guys…" he managed to get the words out of his head, kind of.

"Why do I get the feeling that it's not all of the story?" Sheamus leaned forward, grabbing the other's forearm and dragging him towards himself.

"That gang… whoever they are… recognized me."

"What?" Sheamus straightened up his spine, his eyes widening. "Fuck… Do you know how he'd react-"

"I know that!" Randy growled in frustration, running a hand through his hair. "I just don't know what the fuck to do. in a way, I'm glad that you came."

"Yeah, well… I'm kind of glad about that too," Sheamus replied curtly, flicking his eyes towards the bedroom door. "How did he even help you? He looks like a comlete goof ball."

"And he is," Randy gave a nod, then rolled his eyes. "He pulled me into an alley."

"Sounds kinky?" Sheamus cocked his eye brow, puffing out his cheeks.

"Shut up," Randy growled again, punching Sheamus' shoulder.

"So did you have a dream of me coming back? I see you all dressed up for me," a grin spread across Sheamus' face, his eyes raking the younger one's body. Knotting his eye brows in confusion, Randy looked down, only to notice that he was still in his boxer shorts. Leave it to Sheamus to flirt with him at this time of the day. Glaring, he whipped his clean t-shirt at Sheamus, hitting him on the chest. He caught it, yanking it and pulling Randy flush against his body. "And you're hot," he murmured into Randy's ear.

"Don't I know that?" Randy rolled his eyes again, trying to push Sheamus away from him. the hands that were gently pushing away Sheamus' chest froze, when Sheamus' hands landed on his ass, squeezing his cheeks. A low growl slipped out of his lips.

"Ahem?" they hastily pulled away, when they heard a third party clearing his throat. Sheamus glared at John, who was cocking an eye brow at them from the door way of their bedroom. "Get a room, maybe?"

"Apparently, you happen to use my bedroom," Sheamus tilted his head to the side, glowering heatedly.

"Chill, dude, I was just-"

"When is he leaving?" Sheamus asked from Randy, as if John was not present in the room.

Randy pursed his lips, glancing at John from the corner of his eye. He caught a glimpse of John watching his every move from those sapphire blue eyes, forcing back a shiver that threatened to surface. Why did he always felt like he knew those eyes and dimples from somewhere? Then he looked at Sheamus. "Just a few days until he finds a place to stay.

"He could just rent an apartment," Sheamus said, stating the obvious.

"Not enough money," John interrupted, before randy could say anything. "I'm gonna find a job today."

Sheamus looked at him again, his jaws twitching in slight irritation. "I don't care if you find one or not, you should be out of this apartment by the end of this week. Or else, I'll personally kick you out… Johnathan."

"That's not even my real name," John muttered in a low voice.

"What did you just say?" Sheamus stood up to his full height, cocking his head at John. He felt Randy touch his forearm, but he paid zero attention to him. John raised his hands defensively, casting a final glance at Randy before leaving the room. A moment passed, until the two inside heard the main door of the apartment being shut. "He's a headache."

"Don't I know that?" Randy spoke, his hand rubbing soreness in the back of his neck. A long, soft groan dragged out of his lips, as Sheamus' fingers kneaded into the aching muscle.

"Now that we got rid of him for the day…" he could feel Sheamus grinning from ear to ear against his skin, Randy chuckled to himself. He knew what was coming. It was great to have friends… with benefits. And the next second he found himself being tossed over Sheamus' shoulder, carried towards the bed.

XX

"He wants to see you," Ambrose told Randy, as soon as he stepped into the warehouse. Randy covered up the nervous expression in his face with a hardened mask, not showing Ambrose that he was shitless scared to meet the boss. He gave a stiff nod, his body tensing when his eyes caught the sight of Callaway's office. He could feel all of the clan members' eyes on him as he made his way towards the office. There was no way anyone other than himself, and Sheamus could know about what happened last night. Not even Ambrose. He hesitated a second in front of the door, before taking a deep breath and twisting the door knob.

He never had the feeling that he needed to knock on the door before entering, while others would not even dare to look Callaway straight in his eyes. he saw the man himself leaning against his office table, staring hard at a piece of paper in his hands. Randy swallowed thickly, as he watched the paper gets scrunched up to a ball. "I didn't think you'd show up," his deep, growl of a voice worded, his eyes not looking at the younger man in his door way.

"Why wouldn't I?" Randy asked in a timid voice, folding his arms behind his back. for the longest minute, he received no answer. He took one step forward. "Dad?"

Dull green eyes landed on him, with something like insecurity shining in them. Randy's heart clenched. Since the day Callaway has taken him under his wing, he has never once looked at Randy with an emotion like that. "I trusted you to keep yourself covered up," he knew. Randy heard his own breath hitch in his throat. His hand was taken, and the ball of paper was placed in his palm. He frowned at it, unfolding it as Callaway's back turned.

The mask is off. The Viper might not be safe from now on.

His heart literally jumped to his throat. He looked up at Callaway, noticing the man has been staring at him with an unknown expression in his face. "Dad, i-"

"Did you, or did you not meet Batista last night?" he practically growled.

"Batista?" The familiar word rolled his tongue, and for a second he was confused. Then his eyes widened slightly. The bulky man with a shaved head and tattoos. He had seen a poster of that man once, a poster that he had spotted in the police station when he had gone to bail out Ambrose and Cesaro. "Yes… I couldn't recognize him last night…"

"Jacobs hired him," Callaway sighed, wiping a hand down his face. "I know I don't need to say this but… Kid, you're in trouble… and because of that, we're all in trouble. That doesn't mean we're backing down."

"You want me to find out what they're up to?"

"No!" Callaway roared, then softened a bit when he saw Randy flinching away from him. "You're not going anywhere near them!"

"But there's no one other here is good for that type of job except for me, Dad," he tried to reason, getting a glare in response.

"I don't care," he growled again. "You're not going. I'll send Sheamus."

"But he just got ba-"

"Do not retort with me, boy," that shut Randy up. "If I say you're not going, you're not. I have other jobs for you than sending you to the he'll gates… The only reason they held back from the downtown area is you. Now that they know who you are…"

Randy sighed. He dug a hole that he himself could not get up. If only Ambrose had kept his mouth shut. Not that he was blaming him, no person was in their right mind after drinking. But still…

Randy told the entire story that happened last night to Callaway, including his encounter with John Cena. "Do you trust him?" Randy was silent, looking into Callaway's eyes for the longest moment. Did he trust John Cena?

"No…"

Callaway pursed his lips.

"Did you ever think about how he got into that alley in the first place?"