Chapter 2
Kavari was resourceful if nothing else.
As soon as the trunk lid was slammed shut, she started working her tongue against the duct tape across her mouth to soften it. The taste was vile and made her want to gag, but getting away from these two assailants overshadowed that fact. Eventually, she got it off, gulping in a couple deep breaths and looked around, feeling her heart pounding violently against her chest. Rubbing the left side of her face on the trunk carpeting, Kavari managed to remove the rest of the duct tape. She loved that these two idiots tied her hands behind her back as she dug in her back pocket, relieved her phone hadn't been lost when the morons manhandled her. Craning her arms around, Kavari managed to hit the unlock button on her Android and hit her father's number since it was on speed dial.
"Dad!" She muttered out quietly as soon as his deep rumble came over the line. "Dad! Someone's got me. Can you hear me, Dad? I'm in the trunk of a car." Kavari had to keep her voice lowered so her kidnappers didn't overhear.
Glancing over at his partner, the long dark haired man had a feeling in the pit of his stomach they forgot to do something. He suddenly turned the radio down and could hear something coming from the trunk of the car, cursing out of nowhere. "You forgot to check her for a phone, idiot!" He socked his partner in the arm and threw the car in park on the side of the highway, jumping out to go check the woman in the trunk, jerking it open. Sure enough, he'd been right and shook his head, snatching the phone away from her. "Stupid move, sweetheart." Putting the cell phone to his ear, a sick smile crossed his face at the voice on the other end.
"KAVARI?"
"Don't worry, Daddy, we'll take really good care of your precious baby girl."
He hit the end button, snapping the phone in half dropping it to the ground at his boots. Slamming the trunk shut again, he jumped behind the wheel again and took off, hoping no passersby's hadn't noticed a tied up woman in the trunk since it'd been wide open. The two-toned haired man frowned, feeling the tension thicken in the car and turned the radio back on, staring out the window.
"Sorry man." He mumbled to his long haired partner, ignoring the big man's glare and took her now crushed phone that he swept from the gravel. "She's definitely resourceful, isn't she?" He tried cracking a joke and failed miserably when his partner growled, deciding it would be best to keep his mouth shut for the duration of the trip. "I got a text from Dean." He said a little while later. "He said mission accomplished."
"Excellent." The dark haired man rumbled, rubbing his hands together. "Where are we meeting?"
"The next area where Raw is." Two-toned had already sent a text message back to Dean for confirmation.
"Then the fun can REALLY begin."
Glen Jacobs stared at the phone for what seemed like ages, trembling from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. He couldn't believe what just happened. His precious daughter, his baby girl, just called him for help because she'd been kidnapped by…ROMAN REIGNS! He recognized that voice anywhere, especially from all the promos those assholes cut since coming to the WWE. Kavari was in trouble and Glen felt his stomach twisting in knots, immediately calling his partner, Bryan Danielson.
"Yeah?" Bryan answered on the second ring, yawning loudly.
"We've got a serious problem. It's the Shield. They-" Glen closed his eyes painfully shut, trying to keep his temper in check. "T-They took my baby girl…my daughter! Kavari is in trouble! You don't have any children, do you?"
Bryan shot up in bed, ignoring his girlfriend's whimper in protest and flipped the covers off, standing instantly. "I'm on my way." He hung up and flew out of the room like his ass was on fire, not believing what was happening. Just what the hell was the Shield up to now?
Adrenaline kept her awake. Kavari probably would've kicked the big one in the head when he opened the trunk if they hadn't been smart enough to tape her ankles. She already had terrible insomnia to begin with, so adding abduction to the list only heightened her resolve to sleep further. Kavari had severe motion sickness while lying in the trunk of a car and knew, as soon as they stood her upright, she would vomit. Not having a clue how much time passed, the car finally jerk to a stop and was placed in park, the ignition cut. The trunk popped open a few seconds later and Kavari squinted against the light stinging her eyes, blinking several times.
"If you're taking me out of here, I suggest you put me in front of a toilet or trashcan because I'm going to puke." She informed them, keeping her voice low and even. "I don't travel well laying down." That was their one and only warning. If they didn't listen to her, she would spew all over their boots and it would be their entire fault. "And please undo my hands so I can get my hair out of my face." It had driven her crazy throughout the entire time she'd been in the trunk.
Roman Reigns chuckled. "You're awfully demanding for someone laying in a trunk duct taped."
Kavari rolled her eyes. "Fine, it's your puke party. It's not like I could outrun either of you idiots anyway."
Dean Ambrose was the next one to chuckle as he walked up with Bianca Danielson over his shoulder, still knocked out from the chloroform. She would be waking up before long. "If she's serious about that puke party, you might wanna take her serious because I'm not cleaning up vomit. I have to get princess here inside before she wakes up." He turned and walked into the motel. It wasn't the Ritz Carlton, but would do for now since they couldn't let any of the WWE Superstars see them with the women. Not yet anyway.
"Your hands are remaining taped."
Seth Rollins wasn't buying her puking threat and yanked her upright from the trunk, immediately spinning her around as she dropped to her knees vomiting violently in the parking lot. He managed to pull her black hair from her face so the vomit didn't get in it, looking absolutely disgusted. Seth had a strong stomach, but vomit definitely made him queasy.
"That's sickening." He groaned, turning green.
"She warned you." Roman snorted, sounding purely evil and watched as Dean took Bryan Danielson's sister inside the motel room. They had to be on the outskirts because going to a hotel the WWE Superstars stayed at was out of the question.
Setting Bianca down in a chair, Dean began duct taping her wrists to the wooden arms along with her ankles, not chancing anything. Dean was right on the money as far as Bianca waking up because, 10 minutes later after being taped to the chair, she slowly began stirring. Her head felt heavy from being chloroformed, making her extremely dizzy. A soft whimper escaped her mouth as Bianca slowly lifted her head, trying to blink the blurriness away and hoped the haze in her mind dispersed soon. Just as she looked up, 3 men stared back at her along with another woman, who looked completely pissed off.
"W-Where am I?" She stammered weakly, coughing a little and lulled her head back against the wooden chair, closing her eyes again.
Seth immediately slapped another piece of duct tape over Kavari Jacobs' mouth because he didn't need her telling the other woman what was going on or that she'd been kidnapped. "What did you give her?" He demanded, looking at a perched Dean on the bed, folding his arms in front of his chest while Roman took hold of Kavari. "You weren't supposed to knock her out, didn't we agree on that, bro?"
"No, YOU agreed, not me Seth. WE said to get them the best way fucking possible." Dean growled defensively, ignoring the slowly waking Bianca. "At least with her knocked out, she didn't vomit all over the fucking place outside. And give the girl some credit, she did warn you, idiot." His electric blue eyes moved back to Bianca. Maybe he'd given her too much. Nope, she was just starting to come out of it and would take a few minutes to fully awaken. "Besides, you might want to remove the tape from her mouth." Dean pointed a finger at Kavari. "If she has to puke again, it could get very messy if she chokes on it."
Listening as the 3 men argued amongst themselves, Kavari found out the two-toned haired man was named Seth and the long dark haired man was Roman. She blatantly smirked at him through the duct tape while working it off her mouth again with her tongue, once again fighting back the urge to gag at the nasty taste. He was limping from her handiwork and Kavari was proud of herself, not appreciating being manhandled by his meaty hands. She'd kick all 3 of them in the balls if given half the chance at this point. Kavari managed to get the duct tape wet again and finally blew it off of her mouth, watching the piece lay at Seth's feet.
"Too late, it's already off." She watched the men turn to face her and raised a brow. "I should probably bring up the next issue at hand. I've been locked in a trunk for hours and need to pee. I am only human and can hold my bladder only for so long. That's not a mess you're going to want to clean up."
Seth raised a brow and groaned when Roman merely pointed toward the bathroom. "Seriously? What the fuck, man?" He glowered, shaking his head and pulled Kavari up by her upper arm none too gently, shoving her toward the bathroom. "You both suck!"
"Yeah, yeah just fucking take care of it." Roman snorted, slamming the door shut behind Seth and Glen's spitfire daughter, dark grey eyes turning to the woman taped to the chair. "So I take it you didn't get kicked in the balls?" He directed that at Dean.
"Where am I?" Bianca asked again, her voice a little stronger as her eyes fully opened, looking down at her taped wrists. It wasn't a dream. She'd actually been kidnapped out of her home. Turning her head, Bianca's blurred vision had cleared up and she was staring back at a man she thought she'd never see again. "Jon Moxley? What the hell?" She blurted out, still feeling somewhat sluggish and tried squirming her wrists against the tape.
"Jon Moxley?" Roman raised a brow, staring back at a baffled looking Dean and looked back at Bryan Danielson's sister. "You know her personally?"
"No, I just know him from when my brother beat the hell out of him back in the day when they were in the Indies." Bianca smiled at the memories, remembering when Bryan used to let her go to his wrestling matches before he made it to the big leagues. "His wrestling name was Jon Moxley. Oh god, my head hurts…"
"Nope no balls got kicked because I used chloroform. Maybe next time you two idiots will trust me." Dean stood up and walked over, looking her directly in the eyes. "Yeah your head is going to hurt, but you'll have to suck it up until we get to the arena."
"Well that's bullshit! How is it I'm the one who gets kicked in the balls and this shit wasn't even my fucking idea?" Roman growled, sounding annoyed and rightfully so since his dick still throbbed slightly.
"And don't think I didn't beat the fuck out of your brother numerous times, princess, because I bloodied him on more than a few occasions. Your ass just wasn't there to witness when it happened." Dean added, ignoring Roman's complaining and wondered how Seth was doing in the bathroom.
"I'll be sure to send flowers to your funeral then. Because when he finds out what you've done to me, he's going to kill you, Moxley." Bianca shot back, the weakness in her voice slowly dissolving because of how angry she was. She leaned her head back when Dean's nose practically touched hers and pursed her lips tightly together, electric blue meeting pure ice. "You're such a big tough man, aren't you? Kidnapping defenseless women for your own sick and twisted amusement. It's sickening. You're nothing but cowards and not even half the man my brother is. So you can take that to the bank, asshole."
"Dean, outside now." Roman could FEEL the anger radiating off of his friend's body and pulled the man away from Bryan Danielson's sharp-tongued sister. "We need her unharmed, don't forget that."
Meanwhile, Kavari was getting tired of the manhandling. "Would you please stop dragging me around? It hurts and I swear I can walk just fine without you dragging me." She stood and waited while Seth cut the duct tape from her wrists. "Now please turn around so I can pee in private. Why you're standing in here I'll never know. It's not like I can get out of here without being noticed. There's no window."
She watched as the two-toned haired man growled and turned around facing away from her with his arms crossed over his chest. Kavari chewed her bottom lip and hurried up doing what she needed to do. Once she flushed and washed her hands, Kavari finally turned back to face him, holding her arm out for him to grab again.
"Okay skunk boy, let's go."
"Skunk boy?" Seth suddenly shoved her against the wall with fire spitting out of his nearly blackened eyes, tempted to choke her with her own hair. "Listen to me really good, my name is Seth. Do NOT make fun of my hair, bitch. Now if I were you, I'd keep my mouth shut and do what you're told, or else you'll end up being punished. You're stuck with us for a while, get used to it. Now hold your wrists out so I can re-tape them."
He growled when she hesitated and forcefully took her wrists, swiftly wrapping them back up in duct tape before shoving her ass out the door, making her stumble to land on the bed. Kavari groaned and felt something pop in her wrist. Them being duct tapped together was just stupid.
"Where's Dean?"
"Out having a smoke before he ends up ripping Danielson's sister's head off."
"I know the feeling." Seth glared back at Kavari, feeling his jaw tighten.
She watched as Seth walked closer while he and Roman continued to talk, smirking in spite of the pain in her wrist. Extending her foot forward, Kavari delivered a leg sweep on Seth, causing him to fly back and land on the bed beside her. "You know, you don't have to be such a dick." Kavari shook her head, cocking a brow. "And I wasn't making fun of your hair. I was making an observation douchebag. And please stop throwing me around, I'm not a rag doll."
Did she just leg sweep him?! Seth glared at Roman when it looked like his friend might crack a laugh, growling. "What the fuck, lady?" He snapped, standing up and felt Roman pull him back, gritting his teeth. "Keep your mouths shut, both of you, or we'll make sure you never speak AGAIN."
Roman shoved Seth toward the door, telling him to take a beat and heard the door slam shut behind him. "Great…" He muttered, staring at the two women they abducted from their peaceful lives.
Dean paced outside, having SEVERAL smoke breaks. He knew Danielson's sister was going to be mouthy, but he didn't realize she would play dirty as well. Dean raked his fingers through his dishwater blonde curls. He could do this. They had one goal in mind and it was to screw with Team Hell No, who made up Glen Jacobs and Bryan Danielson. For right now it was working. Everything would really come to a head once they got to the arena for Monday Night Raw.
It would be epic and make everyone know the Shield meant business.