Thick As Thieves

Kenna had spent the following morning tangled in the sheets with Roman Reigns. There was something about the smooth skin of his chest, the tattoos, the rounded and soft muscles that did her head in— and she'd lost count of how many times she'd orgasmed.

But Roman had gone back to Pensacola to see his family for the two days he got off, and Kenna had flown in the opposite direction towards Paradise Cove for two days to herself.

Shamelessly, she'd gotten the locks on her doors changed and a second one added after Dean had broken into her home. She didn't know whether he'd make a habit of dropping by, but if he did, at least now he'd have to knock and announce himself. She'd never let herself be caught that vulnerable ever again; once was more than enough.

Ten minutes after she'd walked through the door, Kenna was back out it. Dressed in running shorts and a singlet, with headphones secured, she was gone for another hour before she returned with pink cheeks and sweaty arms.

But the blood in her veins turned to ice when she saw a car in her driveway that wasn't hers.

She tugged her headphones out and silently made her way through the overgrown greenery to the pathway that led to the front door, stopping short at the sound of voices she recognised all too well.

"I'm not sure this is the greatest idea."

"Dude, it's fine, this is the best idea I've ever had— she changed the fuckin' locks, though…"

"Maybe she did that after you broke in the first time."

"Did I ask for your opinion, Rollins?"

It was very obviously Seth Rollins and Dean Ambrose, and when she peered around the corner, Seth was standing with his back against the door, his arms crossed, and Dean was kneeling as he fiddled around with lock picks and a swiss army knife.

Seth glanced at his watch. "I thought you said this would take you two minutes."

"I'd like to see you try and open this fuckery of a lock," Dean hissed back at him. "Besides, perfection takes time."

"That's a word for it," Rollins snorted, turning around anxiously, and Kenna could feel his apprehension from where she stood. "How do we even know she's home?"

Dean grunted. "Got some friends back in Cinci that taught me a thing or two 'bout keeping tabs on people…she's not with Rome, didn't get on a flight to Connecticut, so she's gotta be here. Also, you heard of this thing called Find My iPhone? Just gotta know the number, 'n got it from Roman's."

"You're actually crazy."

"If that's what you wanna call it… I'd like to think I'm efficient."

"Please tell me you didn't track her phone here."

"No," Dean laughed, "I'm a detective, Find My iPhone is just so we know she's not lyin' to us."

At that, Kenna stepped around the corner so she was in full sight of the two men. They didn't seem to notice her, and so she stayed staring at them with a frown creasing her red face.

"Roman finds out about this and he's gonna have your head on a pike. Mine right next to it."

"Good thing he's not gonna find out about this."

"Says who?"

Both heads snapped around towards her. She was like a mother who had caught two of her kids with their hands deep inside the cookie jar, and both Seth's and Dean's eyes were wide as they looked back at her. Her eyebrow was raised, eyes cold, and she wasn't amused.

Kenna sniffed and raised her chin. "If you two wanted to come visit, I would understand that— you're protecting me know, so why wouldn't you want to come and find out who I am? But for you to invade my privacy, track my phone, and have the gall to try and break into my house for a second time? The fuck is wrong with you people?"

Seth was trying to stutter out a response and Dean, still looking smug as ever, fiddled the weapons back into his jacket pocket. "You changed the lock," he said indignantly, and Seth turned with wide eyes to stare at him.

"Dean."

"You broke into my house!" Kenna shot back at him, her eyebrows creased now. "What the fuck else was I supposed to do?!"

Dean snorted. "I don't know, not change the lock? It's me we're talking about, I'm not some psycho serial killer."

"There's not much difference between you and a psychotic serial killer, Ambrose," she deadpanned.

Something flashed in his eyes then and for a long moment, Kenna feared she'd said the wrong thing; the last thing she wanted or needed was an angry lunatic fringe coming for her blood. But the flash in his eyes wasn't dangerous. Instead, it almost seemed to be confusion, and the mood between the three sobered.

"Did you want to start a war?" Kenna asked lowly as she stared at the two men in front of her. "Is that what you want to get out of this? Because if you don't start trusting me, that's what's gonna happen. I may not be eye to eye with my brother right now, but as your boss, how do you think he would react to you breaking into his little sister's house? Sexually assaulting her? How would any boss react to his employee doing that to someone else? 'Cause if you wanna start a war, that's how I'm gonna end it."

The corner of Dean's mouth picked up in a humourless smile and he took a threatening step forward. "That's how you wanna play it, huh? How 'bout we get down to some business, then. You're sleepin' with Rome, and anyone who stands behind that camera can see it plain as day. You like him, we figured that out last time, but I wouldn't put it above a Helmsley to sleep their way into the business and manipulate their feelings to get exactly what they want out of this kinda situation." Ambrose took another step forward, and Kenna felt herself almost shrink under his stoney gaze. "I wouldn't put it past a woman I don't know to use us for all the wrong reasons and then throw it all back in our faces at the end. See, I don't trust people easy, and the only people in the world I do trust— one's standin' behind me and the other you're fuckin', so 'scuse me if I don't take too kindly to whatever the fuck this is."

A deep red flush had crawled up from Kenna's chest to sit heavy across her cheeks. She wasn't embarrassed, not in the slightest, but Ambrose had hit the nail on the head with his insecurities and it was maddening that someone who could be classified as clinically insane had figured her out so easily, whether he knew it or not.

So Kenna focused on that. "You're going to use your insecurities to ruin the only chance you'll ever have at success in this company? Go ahead, throw this business partnership down the drain because I'm fucking your leader," she hissed, and with narrowed eyes she took a step forward, tilted her chin up arrogantly to stare him down. "But let me just go ahead and assume that if it was you I was fucking, this wouldn't have even crossed your mind. If it were you I was fucking, you wouldn't even think twice about doubting me, so y'know what I think? I think you're jealous that Roman Reigns is the one getting to fuck me at the end of the day, I think you're jealous that he got the opportunity you never could—"

She didn't even know it had happened until her back hit the wall. But Dean had advanced on her so quickly, pushed her back against the concrete so quickly that Kenna didn't react until he had his arms caging her head and his nose almost pressing against hers.

But he didn't say anything. His chest was heaving, blue eyes blown wide, jaw locked, and he didn't say a word because he didn't have to. She knew exactly what he was thinking.

"That hit a nerve, didn't it?" Kenna pushed. "Ring rats not doin' it for you anymore, huh? Need someone that's already taken, don't you? What do you think is gonna happen when I tell Roman what's happened here? 'Cause I don't think he's gonna take too kindly to the fact that you're back here tryin' to do what you did last week. I know exactly what you're doing, Ambrose, I know this game you think you're playing, and trust me when I tell you that I know what you're trying to do."

"What am I doing?"

She tilted her head at him. "You're trying to find a flaw in my reactions to you. Something that doesn't match up to what I'm saying, and it's smart, I can give you that, because I wouldn't trust a Helmsley either. But there's no flaw to find, and so you keep picking and picking and picking and it's gonna get you no where 'cept in the gutter with a busted lip. It might be from me, might be from Reigns, fuck it might even be from Rollins, but you're gonna pull this group apart trying to find something that isn't there, and that is the God to fucking truth."

Silence surrounded the two.

Dean, eyes lit like fire with an icy expression, Kenna with a face to match. And Seth, who stood there with wide eyes and a gaping mouth. Because what had he just seen?

"Now are you gonna back off?" She hissed, her teeth bared. "Or do I need to do something 'bout it?"

Without another word, Dean pushed away from the wall and sauntered around the corner of her courtyard, disappearing from sight completely, and leaving a trail of destruction in his wake.

For a very long moment, neither Seth nor Kenna knew how to approach the thick tension now surrounding them. Kenna had provoked Ambrose completely and garnered that reaction from him, and Seth had done nothing to stop it. They were almost both to blame for the situation spiralling out of control.

Kenna was the first to move. She flattened down her ruffled singlet and sniffed, raised her chin, and then turned to regard Seth with a cold glint to her eye. "Do you have anything else to add, Rollins?"

"I think you and Ambrose said all there needed to be said," Seth replied carefully. When he looked at her, it wasn't like the way Dean looked at her— he was watching her completely, not focused on one thing, and that was infinitely more disconcerting. But almost like he was ashamed, Seth dropped his eyes to the ground and went to walk past Kenna. Except he didn't. "If you weren't related to Helmsley, I would've thought the next closest thing was a McMahon. I'm just glad we have that on our side."

And that sat with Kenna much more deeply than anything else Ambrose had said to her earlier.

—

She wasn't sure what to make of the encounter, even days later. She couldn't talk about it with Roman, couldn't mention it to her brother, couldn't mention it to anyone, really, because she was alone. Alone in every sense of the word— no friends, no safety, no network.

And she found herself alone at the start of Monday Night RAW, no Shield, no Authority, and probably a world of hurt coming her way in the shape of a red monster.

Oh, yeah, she was going to enjoy tonight.

Considering it was only her fourth RAW, Kenna thought she was doing a wonderful job of raising hell, especially with WrestleMania only seven days away. Things were going to plan. It was The Shield versus Kane and the New Age Outlaws, as the latter were to throw out a challenge during the show that would be accepted on the spot.

On top of that, she was getting emails on top of emails in regards to her new job position (technically, Kenna was called a Talent, Live Events & Creative Consultant— simply, she was just someone Stephanie McMahon sent a bunch of shit to as to keep her in the loop with the goings on of the 'E).

She was going to be exhausted after the WrestleMania week and that much was for sure.

But, Kenna's mind was still together enough to recognise the feel of eyes boring into the side of her head. The woman didn't want to look, didn't want to give any oxygen to the brewing fire, but ignored her safety alarms and gazed out of the corner of her eyes… and was pleasantly surprised when she saw two men not Shield, or NAO, or Authority related. At least not yet, anyway.

Randy Orton and Dave Batista, men she'd known since she was a young teenager, and men she hadn't seen in a very long time.

Rather abruptly, Kenna threw her hair over her shoulder and stood, abandoning her cafeteria style food and walking out of the catering area. She hoped to God that they got the message, that they knew she couldn't be seen with them when she had no tabs on the Shield, that they wouldn't be too mad if they didn't realise.

"Kenna!"

The voice was Orton's. Kenna just moved faster to try and find a secluded hallway.

And, bless the God's, the moment she did, the two older men weren't far behind.

A smile almost split Kenna's face in half as she gazed at the concerned men, and as soon as she did, they were smiling right back at her. Randy wrapped his massive arms around her body and crashed himself into her, and Dave did much the same when the Viper let her go.

"God, I haven't seen you shits in ages," Kenna mumbled into Dave's shoulder. "I should've come seen you two when I first got here, but things are a bit…"

When she trailed off and pulled away from Batista, Randy offered "crazy?" with a gentle smirk.

"I think that's the only word appropriate for whatever this fuckfest is."

Dave looked at her skeptically. "Please tell me this shit with Hunter isn't actually real?"

"Depends what you mean by real," Kenna shrugged. "You guys are gonna have to talk to him about it, 'cause I'm not in the business of lying to you two and I don't wanna overstep what he's decided on."

Humming, Randy wrapped a thick arm around her neck and pulled her in against his side. "Smart girl."

Another smile pulled at Kenna's lips. "I learnt from some of the best."

"Some of the best? We are the best," the half-Filipino snorted at her, "don't you forget that."

Randy spoke over Dave like he hadn't even noticed the older man was talking. "We're going out for drinks tomorrow night if you wanna join. H's invited, too."

"I'll think about it." Kenna slapped her hand against Orton's chest a couple of time and pushed away from him, smiled fondly at the two. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I don't really wanna be caught with some old farts such as yourselves. Offence intended."

Kenna sidestepped their flailing arms and cackled, shooting a wink over her shoulder at the spluttering men. Her heart lifted when she realised that, maybe, she wasn't so alone after all. She had two goofballs as older brothers who would probably help her more than hinder her, and the dark cloud that had been hovering over her head the entire weekend seemed to lighten.

okay so wow, unexplained break? i pretty much lost ALL inspiration to write anything and i have no idea why, apart from the fact that i'm sick and tired of the push reigns is getting? like i PROMISE you, he will not end up written like that in this story... jesus, i could do so much with his character if the 'E hired me, i tell ya.

let me know what you thought (if you're still reading), and i can't really promise anymore updates coming quickly... maybe, but probably not. what i can tell you though is that next, Kenna finally sees Roman after what happened with Dean, and some surprising and more light hearted stuff comes 'round when Kenna goes out drinking with Evolution. soz for any grammatical/spelling errors, it's like 5AM. also, the song for the chapter is 'Thick As Thieves' by The Temper Trap, which is an amazing song so you should go check it out :)

love you guys lots, drop a review if you're alive, and yeah. adios (y) x