For those of you who guessed the name used as John Cena's cousin got it right. I'll be changing the facts in order to fit the storyline. So if something is out of place, don't worry about it. lol. Now on with the chapter ...
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Sophia stared blankly out the window. She had no idea on what the hell to do. What do you do when there's some fucking lunatic out there wanting to kill you? The usually upbeat and outgoing Sophia didn't even want or have the need to take one step out of the house. Ever since marrying Dave, there'd been no point in being scared anymore. It wasn't even about him being in the police force, she just automatically felt safe and knew nothing would happen to her as long as he was with her. It had only took one night to change every single aspect in her life.
The sound of the doorbell almost made Sophia jump out of her skin. "Who the hell…" She started as she crossed over to peek through the peephole. She let out a sigh of relief when she saw the male on the other side. "John. Hey." She greeted opening the front door.
"Sophia. I hope I didn't get you at a bad time." He gave her a gentle smile. Sophia shook her head as she indicated for him to step inside. "Dave here?" He questioned as he scanned the room.
Sophia closed the door before turning to him. "No. He's not. Do you need to talk to him? I can call him for you…" He cut her off with the shake of his head.
"Oh no. I came to talk to you." Sophia looked at him with confusion. "I just really need someone right now Sophia. You're the only other person I can confide in. It used to be Trish, but…"
Sophia crossed over and wrapped her comforting arms around him. "Of course. I am here anytime you need me John. Let's sit down." She directed him to take a seat on the couch.
John sighed as he laid his head back against the couch. "I am just so fucking lost. I don't know what to do without her. I cannot believe that she's really gone." He turned his head to look at the woman sitting next to him. "You remind me of her. Your personality." He blurted out.
"I'm very flattered to know so. Everything is going to be okay. You know that right?" She grabbed his hand and gave a gentle squeeze. "Tell me about her." Sophia gave a smile.
John looked down at her hand. "She had soft hands like yours. Caring and comforting. Beautiful both inside and out." Sophia swallowed when he lifted her hand to his heart. "She made me a better person. It was like she was my soul mate. Do you believe in that?" He questioned.
Sophia nodded. "I married mine." A smile crossed her expression at the thought of Dave.
"Is it hard to always have a husband that is always on the go?" John kept a hold of her hand. "If I was married to you, I'd never want to leave your side." He added.
Sophia flicked her eyes up. "I've gotten used to it. Plus, when he is home it's like he never left in the first place." John cleared his throat before bringing her hand up to his lips. "John…" She started. "What…" He cut her off as he leaned over to press his lips against hers. Catching her off guard Sophia pushed him away. "What are you doing John? I can't. We can't." She fumbled her words.
John stared down as Sophia stood. "I'm sorry. I just needed…I don't even know."
Sophia just stared. "I think it's time for you to go." She stated simply.
"I'm sorry." He stated again as he stood and crossed over to the front door. "Sophia…" He let it linger.
"It's okay. I just think you need to go." She said without looking at him. The moment she heard the door click shut a huge breath she'd been holding escaped.
"What the hell…"
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Dave and Randy got back in the car. Defeated again. No such person by the name of Marcus Predka had lived in any of the addresses listed. They'd hit a dead end. Not once. Not twice. But three times. Both men just stared on as they realized that fact of getting no where.
"This fucker had to live somewhere." Randy finally spoke up.
Dave just shook his head as he started the car and put it in drive. "He probably just used the addresses for mail purposes. I don't even think he ever really had a roof over his head."
Randy sunk lower into his seat as he stared out the window. "I don't give a fuck if I have to ask every god damn homeless person in Miami. I am finding someone who knows him." He snickered.
"I need to go check on Sophia before we go to that meeting. You want to go with me?" Dave asked as he stopped at brief red light. Randy gave him a 'look'. "She's your sister Randy."
"Oh I want to see her. We have to get some information on him somehow." This time Dave gave him the 'look'. "I don't give a fuck Dave. She's held out long enough anyways. Time for the truth."
Dave sighed. "You do the talking this time around then. I did it last time."
Randy just gave a simple shrug of his shoulders. "Fine by me. I have a lot to talk about."
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The two pulled up the street minutes later. "Hey. Who's that?" Randy leaned forward in his seat as he spotted the male getting into his car. "He came out from your place." He added.
Dave lifted an eyebrow. "Looks like John." He stated when he got more of a clear view.
Randy turned and watched as the male drove past them. "What the hell is he doing visiting your wife? Shouldn't he be at home mourning?"
The suspiciousness of his tone had Dave intrigued. "His fucking wife just died Randy. Sophia has been the only he can talk to."
Randy said nothing as he stepped out of the parked car. "And you don't find that just a tad bit suspicious?" Dave frowned at him. "Finding comfort in another man's wife. I'm just saying Dave."
Dave said nothing. That meant he was contemplating. Did he have something to be suspicious about? I better hope not. He gave one last look to Randy before he opened the front door. "Let's go have some more fun." He stated with a sarcastic tone.
"Let's." Randy stated with confidence as he walked in behind his partner.
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