Chapter 8

Arriving at the hotel, Bianca wasn't the least bit surprised she couldn't share a room alone with Kavari, resenting their abductors more. Snatching a pillow off the other king sized bed, Bianca set up her bed on the floor, flat out refusing to share a bed with Jon Moxley again. She would end up killing him in his sleep. The floor wasn't comfortable, but anything beat sharing a bed with a monster. Bianca meant every single word that came out of her mouth that she said to Moxley at the arena. She rarely said things she didn't mean. The problem was she knew how good Moxley was in the ring because she'd watched him take the fight to her brother. Something changed within him though, he wasn't Jon Moxley anymore. Instead, he was this monster named Dean Ambrose who used defenseless women for his own gain. Laying down on the floor, Bianca curled up with the pillow and faced away from the bed, closing her eyes as silent tears fell.

Seth frowned at Kavari's standoffish attitude and narrowed his eyes over at Bianca, wondering what the hell the woman said to her. Granted, he'd been a little rough with her at the arena, but that was for show. Now they were back here with just the guys and Bianca, why was she still being standoffish to him? He remembered that the girls took longer to get dressed in the bathroom at the arena and felt his blood slowly boiling.

"What did you say to her?" Seth demanded, peering down at Bianca. "Did you say something to Kavari?"

"Yeah, I told her that the first chance I get, I'm running away from you fuckheads." Bianca replied truthfully, her voice cold and even. "She didn't agree to do it. Her problem since she considers being kidnapped by a jackass like you is fun."

Dean heard what Bianca had said to Seth and didn't doubt her for a second. He could threaten her all he wanted, but also knew in the long run if she really honestly wanted to get away, she could. Bianca could defend herself no matter what she said earlier. She wasn't completely defenseless. Hell she'd made him bleed twice already and it had only been two days. Bianca just didn't realize how physically strong and capable she really was. Maybe this was a learning experience for her as much as it was a teaching one for him. Dean walked into the bedroom and saw Bianca lying on the floor, shaking his head pushing Seth out before the man had a chance to react to what she confessed.

"You really are a stubborn woman."

He pulled the covers back on the bed and walked over, squatting down to lift her into his arms, placing her in the bed covering her up. Bianca started to get up and Dean held up his hand, plopping down into the chair next to the bed and kicked the footstool up, turning the lights out. There was no way he could allow her to sleep on the floor, not after everything he'd put her through and knew her head had to still be bothering her.

"What are you doing?" Bianca asked, sounding drained and defeated, looking down at her clasped hands when he just snorted.

Then she remembered his stitched ear and knew he'd have to keep it cleaned or else it'd get infected. He could lose his ear if he wasn't careful. Bianca shouldn't have cared about Moxley's wellbeing, but she honestly felt guilty for what she did to him.

"Relax, I'm not running away yet." She walked over to look at his ear and sighed when he shoved her away gently. "Now who's being the stubborn one?" Bianca retorted, trying again and suddenly took a deep breath, quickly straddling his lap. "Stop. You have to take care of your ear and something tells me you didn't clean it. I just want to look at it, I won't bite it off unless you want me to. So just sit still."

Dean tried pushing Bianca away several times, but she was more stubborn than he gave her credit for. She grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the chair into the bathroom, shoving him to sit down on the toilet lid so she could reach him. He sucked in a breath when Bianca touched his already bruised ear, growling.

"Watch it. That shit hurts woman." Bianca responded by slapping his shoulder and told him not to be such a baby, touching it again. "You should really consider a career change in massage therapy - then go to Helga's House of Pain. They could use your talent there." Yes, Dean was actually making a joke even if he was growling the whole time.

"Helga's House of Pain?" She smacked his shoulder again, scowling. "I'm trying to help you out here because I actually feel bad for piercing your damn ear and you're saying some shit like that?" She was tempted to rip his ear off and took a deep breath, releasing his ear. "It needs to be cleaned. Stay put." Bianca sifted through the cabinets and found what she needed, a bottle of peroxide and some cue tips. "Now are you going to be a baby about this or are you going to be a man and take the pain?" She blinked when he yanked her against him, her breasts practically shoved in his face and shook her head, dipping the cue tip in the substance. "Suck in a breath and please don't hit me." Then Bianca went to work cleaning up his stitched ear.

Dean sucked in a breath, feeling her touch his ear with the cotton swab and braced himself for the pain that was sure to follow. "SON OF A BITCH! THAT SHIT FUCKING BURNS! ARE YOU USING LIGHTER FLUID? BATTERY ACID? WHAT?"

If he had a stash of money hidden somewhere, Dean would've spilled the location instantly. He wouldn't hit her since Bianca was trying to actually help him. So instead, Dean kept his arms wrapped around her waist and buried his face in her breasts like a little kid would hiding from a stranger. He sucked in another sharp breath when she put more peroxide on it again, letting out a longer string of cuss words. Dean resisted the urge to motorboat her breasts to keep himself preoccupied only because he didn't want her slapping him. With his luck, she'd miss his cheek and hit his ear then he would have to piss his pants in front of her like a little boy. Not happening.

Bianca tried not to laugh at him, but it was incredibly difficult, especially with his ridiculous assumptions on what she was using. "You really think the world of me, don't you?"

She snorted, shaking her head as he continued burying his face in her breasts. Bianca knew she should've shoved him away and called him a pervert, but also knew Moxley was in pain. He was trying to keep it to a minimum and not hurt her, so if he had to use her body this way in order to achieve that goal then she'd deal with it.

"Moxley, I'm finished." Bianca announced after one last dab of the stitches and felt his arms tighten around her waist, his hot breath puffing into her chest. "I swear to god, if you're doing this just to cop a feel, I really will rip your ear off."

Dean chuckled in spite of everything, including the searing pain in his ear. "Okay so I'm a little bitch when it comes to pain sometimes." He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, reluctantly releasing her body, standing. "I mean yeah sure I've been through all the worst matches and came out bloodier than any massacre, but when you're in the moment the adrenaline rush is so wicked that your body goes numb and you can't feel it." Staring down into her eyes, Dean couldn't remember the last time he'd seen such splendor in his entire life. His index finger ran down her soft cheek. "Beautiful…"

"Yes well…" Bianca cleared her throat, taking a step back from him and kept her guard completely up. "Just…take care of that damn ear. Because I'm not going to feel guilty for the rest of my life if you end up losing it." She snapped, letting her defensive side show and walked out of the bathroom, climbing back into bed.

What the hell just happened? Did Jon Moxley actually call her beautiful? He was officially losing his mind. She was plain, average and didn't wear any makeup or do anything with her hair. There was no reason too, not when she planned on being alone for the rest of her life until the day she finally reunited with Myron. That's why she wore her wedding ring because, even though he was dead, Bianca still thought of herself as very much married and nothing would ever change that. Dean growled, turning the light off and walked into the bedroom. He let his guard down and she was completely disgusted by him. Not that he could blame her at this point. He chloroformed and head-butted her amongst the other things he did.

"Roman should be back soon with some food." He informed her and started to leave the room to give her time alone. He'd literally done enough to her to last a lifetime. Dean turned back and looked at her, blue eyes softened. "Whatever you do, please eat." Then he left and went to the balcony, needing a smoke before he really lost his mind.

There was no way Bianca would let her guard down with Moxley, not now – not ever. He had lost his mind. She helped him because she honestly felt guilty for puncturing his ear with her teeth. It was an accident and she was trying to atone for it by helping him keep it clean. That was it, wasn't it? Then why did a heat spread through Bianca's body when Moxley held her close and his hot breath puffed into her shirt covered chest. Why did she feel a spark of desire flow through her?

"No…" She shook her head, wrapping her arms around herself and curled up on the bed, tears falling freely down her face. "Bryan, please get me out of here." Bianca whispered, knowing if she didn't get away from Moxley soon she was in deep, DEEP trouble.

Pacing on the balcony, Dean puffed on his cigarette like his life depended on it and smoke filtered from his mouth. All the while his eyes were glued to the bedroom window where he could see Bianca laying in the middle of the bed. He couldn't believe his mind was telling him -no SCREAMING at him- to go comfort her. The bitch bit a hole through your ear idiot, WAKE UP, his mind screamed in reminder, she would detach your ball sack and hang it from her Christmas tree if she really wanted too! That thought alone scared the hell out of him as Dean flicked his first cigarette over the balcony and immediately lit a second.

Bianca sniffled and sat up on the bed wiping her tears away and suddenly realized what was going on. Roman and Dean were busy on the balcony and Seth was with Kavari. This was it. This was her chance to escape. Keeping her eyes glued on the balcony door, Bianca didn't waste a second and bolted off the bed heading for the door. She could hear Dean and Roman shouting profanities through the sliding glass balcony door, but Bianca didn't stop to listen. She flew to the front door, shaking like a leaf and tried getting the chain off, but for some reason it was stuck.

"Damn it!" She cursed, hearing the shouting from Dean and Roman inside the suite now.

Just as they came barreling out of the room, Bianca got the chain off the door, unlocked it and flew out the door as fast as her bare feet could carry her, heading straight for the backstairs. Roman and Dean got to the stairwell first and actually caught up with her. Both jumped the railing and landed in front of Bianca, shaking their heads at her. They watched as she turned to run back up, but she was automatically stopped by Seth who magically appeared out of nowhere. Dean grabbed Bianca and lifted her over his shoulder in a fireman's carry, taking her back up the stairs to the room.

"I really wish you wouldn't have run princess. Now I'm going to have to do something you're really not going to like."

Roman growled, socking Seth in the shoulder. "You left the other one alone, you fucking idiot." He didn't wait for a response and broke out into a run to get back to the hotel room. Crashing through the door and then into the bedroom, Roman narrowed his eyes at the raven haired girl who was screwing with his best friend and brother's head. "Get the fuck up – Get the fuck up and come with me now." When she didn't move, he walked over and grabbed the back of her hair, jerking her towards Dean's room.

Once Dean got her back into the room, he took Bianca into the bedroom and handcuffed her left hand to the headboard, duct taping her feet. He set her food next to her. "It was a good effort. Eat please."

"FUCK YOU ALL!" Bianca shrieked, kicking the food to the floor with her duct taped feet and began yanking on the handcuff as hard as she could.

She was so close – SO CLOSE – to being away from these assholes. The headboard was wooden, so it was very hard to break through. Bianca glared at Moxley and wished she had ripped his ear off, fat tears sliding down her cheeks. She didn't want to be here. She didn't want to feel anything for Moxley.

"Let me go! LET ME GO!" Moxley grabbed her from behind as she began twisting her body, trying to get her hand out of the handcuff. "GET OFF OF ME! DON'T TOUCH ME! I HATE-" A piece of duct tape was slapped over her mouth, silencing her screaming, but that didn't stop her from doing it regardless.

Kavari yelped out at Roman yanking on her hair. "Hey the hair you're pulling on is fucking attached to my head, you fucking ape."

Roman growled, shoving her in the doorway of Dean's room. "If you two don't quit your fucking shit, I swear to god you both will go home in body bags. Just act like the good little girls you are supposed to be, do what we tell you and neither of you will get hurt. Don't make me break you two because I WILL!"

Kavari had enough of him jerking her head back and forth by her hair. Suddenly, she jabbed her elbow into his ribcage and, when Roman let go of her hair to grab his ribs, she gave him a leg sweep. Watching as he flew back onto the ground, Kavari put the heel of her foot across his throat and applied pressure to his windpipe so he couldn't breathe.

"I haven't tried to run. I haven't even fought you on anything, asshole. If you don't keep your hands to yourself, I'll make you wish you were never born." Kavari warned, rubbing the back of her head and backed out of the bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

Roman was going to maim Kavari, not believing she just put him down and nearly crushed his throat with her foot. She was a lot stronger than he gave her credit for as well. He knew she had this planned with Bianca. Seth was just blind to the truth and Roman would have to prove that the women were in cahoots. He just needed time to think, stumbling out of the room to leave Dean to deal with the screaming banshee.