Sorry about the delay on updating this story. That's what I get though, for having too many stories to update. lol. Anywho, this one probably has a good three chapters left anyway. And so a big THANK YOU goes out to those who have read and reviewed so far. As always, it's very much appreciated!

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"She's not answering her phone." Dave exasperated as the attempt to get a hold of his wife, was turning out to become more of a hassle than it should've been. "Why isn't she answering her phone?"

Randy heard the panic in his brother-in-law's voice. "I'm sure everything is fine. She and Stacy are probably just busy doing whatever women do." He made sure to give an assuring smile, as he called his soon to be wife at home.

Dave had no comment as he watched and waited along with Randy, as they both hoped to hear Stacy's bubbly voice telling them that everything was okay. But it didn't happen. "Something's wrong here. Cena isn't home, both Stacy nor Sophia want to answer their phones." His jaw clenched at the thought of that man having his hands on his wife. "That son of a bitch is going to be sorry."

"Dave."

"What?" He snapped.

Randy tossed his phone over, Dave giving a curious look as he caught it. "It came from Cena's phone."

WAREHOUSE. OCEAN. PIER.

Randy watched as Dave rounded the car in a hurry. "What are you doing?"

"I'm going to find my wife."

"We need back up, Dave. We don't know what we're dealing with here." Randy commented as he hopped into the passenger seat. Dave snatched the radio away. "Dave."

"No. I want to deal with this fucker on my own."

Randy looked at him with wide eyes. "You cannot be serious."

Dave turned and stared hard. "You can either get out of the car right now or grow some fucking balls, because I'm really not in the fucking mood right now, Orton."

Just as if he'd gotten scolded, Randy just cleared his throat and nodded his head. He could've protested all he wanted, but it really just wasn't going to be possible, especially with Dave.

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John dropped his phone and cringed when everybody turned to look his way. Sophia, a bloody mess now, along with Stacy looked at him with curious eyes. John just gave a mild shrug, hoping it was only her that saw it.

"What was that noise?" Stacy demanded as she stalked over to John. "Speak up now, you son of a bitch."

"Leave him alone Stacy, he has nothing to do with this." Sophia protested. "Just let him go already."

Stacy ignored Sophia as she picked up the dropped phone, flashing it for everyone to see. John looked away, cursing to himself. "Look at what we have here." Flipping through the messages, Stacy stopped on the one sent to her fiancé. "Like you were really going to get away with it." The sadistic smirk showed as she brought the phone up to her ear. "Looks like, I'll just have to really give my future husband something to worry about."

John waited for her to cross in front of him, before he slipped his foot out, tripping and making her let go of the phone. Sophia took that second to get out of the large men's grasps, picking up the half dialed phone. "He'll never become anything to you, I can promise you that much." Sophia spat as she and Stacy stalked around each other. "I'll kill you, before I let you touch him again." All Stacy did, was laugh.

"You really cannot be serious with that bullshit."

"Can't I? You really do underestimate me, my darling Stace."

Sophia begin to finish dialing her brother's number, when Stacy lunged at her, missing her by an inch as she did so. "Get her!" The screaming demand directed at the four men. "Come on! I didn't fucking have you here, so you could just stand there!"

John shook his head when he saw Sophia start toward him. "Don't worry about me, get out of here." Sophia just stared. "Go! Hurry!" But before Sophia could do was she was told, the cock of a gun was heard in her ear.

"Who's underestimated now, bitch." Stacy taunted. "Oh, the pleasure I'm gonna take of seeing you suffer, just like you made my Marc suffer." Sophia closed her eyes and waited for the end to happen. "Randy." His name ran off softly from her lips. "It's not …"

"Stacy?"

Sophia fluttered her eyes open and found herself staring straight at her brother. "Randy." It came out as a cry of help. Randy flicked his eyes over to his sister and started over, not before Stacy changed the direction of the gun to point at him.

"No! I'll have you this time. I will not let her win again." Stacy exclaimed.

Randy looked confused. "What the hell is going on, Stacy?" The plead had the blonde softening a little bit. "Please tell me what's going on, baby."

Stacy shook her head profusely, as she wiped at the single tear that had fallen. "It has to be done. She deserves to die, Randy. She deserves it." Randy went to protest, but before anyone had time to think, that single shot went off.

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