Chapter 10

The next day, Bianca had the handcuff taken off so she could shower along with the duct tape around her ankles. Luckily, the jeans she wore had taken the brunt of the duct tape so her skin hadn't burned or felt like it was being ripped off. She was informed they were going back to Tampa while Roman was heading to Pensacola to see his family. Bianca wondered what Roman's family would think of him kidnapping defenseless women for his own gain. She knew a little about Moxley's background and knew he did not have a good childhood and definitely had no family. Bianca didn't want to go, but knew she wouldn't have a choice as usual. However, the Shield was being split up so she only had 2 to contend with instead of 3. Seth was busy ogling Kavari whenever he had the chance, so if she could get through Moxley, Bianca would make her escape in Tampa. Drying off, she slipped on a spaghetti strapped light blue tank top that had a sweetheart neckline and blue jean skort –it was a skirt that had attached shorts beneath- with white tennis shoes. She cleaned the cuts on her wrist and changed the bandaging on them, glad the handcuff hadn't cut any deeper into her skin or else she would've needed stitches. Bianca brushed her hair out and pulled it up in a messy bun, thanks to Kavari picking them up some hair ties and some other feminine stuff. Walking out of the bathroom, Bianca didn't meet Moxley's eyes and sat down on the bed, folding her arms in front of her chest.

Dean kept his hand around Bianca's upper arm, but it wasn't as tight as usual. He would not be responsible for putting yet another bruise on her, feeling like a dick for everything and he couldn't figure out why! This was a job, it was just what he did. He saw a challenge countered with another challenge until the first challenge was one. Dean was surprised they made it through the airport security without any incidents, but the day wasn't over yet. They got to the terminal and sat down waiting for their flight to be called.

People definitely gave them stares, but Bianca just kept her eyes lowered while Moxley lead her wherever she needed to go. There would be no running today because her arm felt like it would fall off from being hung up in a handcuff all night. It was extremely sore. She glanced over and noticed the interaction between Seth and Kavari, shaking her head. Her first thought was how disgusting it was that Kavari was falling for one of these assholes. But then she saw the way they interacted and couldn't help thinking how cute they looked together. Staring down at her wedding ring, Bianca began twisting it around her finger and hoped this nightmare ended soon.

Seth knew Kavari had really gotten to him with the things she said the previous night. Maybe he would stop being a dick now. He looked over at her, seeing her once again staring at him and hoped she'd be okay without her sleeping pills. He was still worried about her insomnia and vowed to try to get her to sleep a little during their 2 days off. He brushed his hair out and put it back in a tight small low bun at the nape of his neck, everything slicked back along with his huge headphones around his neck. Kavari noticed Seth sat away from where Dean, Bianca and herself were, frowning. She sat there for about 30 minutes before finally sighing and stood up, walking over to sit next to Seth. Kavari let her icy finger slid down his forearm and his hand turned over catching hers, effectively lacing their fingers together. She smiled softly as she leaned her head against his shoulder and felt Seth pull his headphones off.

"I'm okay in case you were wondering." She murmured softly, squeezing his hands.

Smiling at her, Seth didn't bother hiding the affectionate side with Kavari now that Roman was gone. Dean could've cared less as long as they still went through with the plan. Technically, they should've gone after Kofi Kingston's family since that's who Dean planned on targeting for the United States title, but for some reason he wanted to nail Bryan Danielson. Apparently, they had quite the feud back in the Indy days, Seth had gone by the name of Tyler Black. He was mostly in ROH though, so he never crossed paths with Dean when he was Jon Moxley. Bryan Danielson was a completely different story though since he was in ROH for a while.

"I'm glad." He murmured softly, hating how icy her hands were and vowed to warm them up the best he could while they were in Tampa. "We're going to my condo while Dean takes Bianca to his. I want to spend some time alone with you now that the ape isn't around."

Seth kept their hands laced together when they boarded the plane. They sat behind Bianca and Dean and Kavari still couldn't get over why Seth said he wanted to spend time with her alone. After her meltdown and then explosion and everything she told him, why would he want to spend time with her? She watched as he pushed the arm rest up that was between them as he pulled his hand from hers and wrapped his arm around her. She took her cue as she leaned her head against his chest and felt him running his fingers through her hair. It felt so good when he did that; it completely relaxed her, eyelids growing heavy.

Dean kept his mouth shut on the flight and kept his hands to himself, having Bianca sit on the inside seat while he took the aisle. There was just a couple more weeks and he could just let her go. He didn't know why he didn't just let her go now. Kavari was in for the long haul, they could probably make it work with just her considering she wasn't putting up a fight. He was seriously contemplating it. Could he really let Bianca go and then lie to his two best friend's faces? That would be something Dean would have to think long and hard about. His place was built like Fort Knox anyway, nothing was getting in or out.

Bianca had to admit Moxley had a very nice place with all the everyday technology. Flat screen TV's, leather furniture, black carpeting throughout the whole place besides the two bathrooms and kitchen. His kitchen was a baker's dream come true and Bianca immediately went toward it, once again the colors black and white. Neutral colors all the way around, there wasn't a speck of color anywhere in his place. Typical bachelor. She felt Moxley behind her and felt her cheeks turn crimson, taking a deep silent breath.

"Your kitchen doesn't look used at all." She commented softly, walking around the island that was in the center. "Look, this is going to sound really strange, but I have a request. When I get nervous or when I'm edgy about something, I bake. So do you mind if I do some baking while we're here? Maybe it'll stop us from being at each other's throats since there's nobody here to stop us from doing it. And did you clean your ear?"

Dean pursed his lips together, eyeing her skeptically and finally nodded. "Sure, make yourself at home." He stopped by the keypad at the front door and pushed the button to put the entire condo on lockdown. "I'm just letting you know no one can get in and no one can get out."

Dean was slightly paranoid when it came to his personal home. Crazy fans had broken in several times, so not his entire home was fully equipped. Every door and window had a deadbolt lock on it that automatically locked. Unless people had the code they wouldn't be able to get in or out. Not to mention the windows were bulletproof. He'd been shot at enough in the neighborhood he grew up in that he wasn't taking chances anymore.

"Great."

Bianca rolled her eyes with a derisive snort, looking through the cabinets and surprisingly enough, Moxley had everything she needed. First she would make cookies, then cupcakes, then muffins and whatever else she could think of to keep her mind preoccupied. Bianca wasn't lying when she asked to bake and pretty soon mouthwatering scents came floating from the kitchen permeating the whole house. She put her hair up in a high bun on top of her head and had a streak of flour across her cheek from making so much dough. Moxley had a small radio in the kitchen as well, so she turned on classic rock and started going to town. Chocolate chip cookies, chocolate chip muffins and chocolate chip cupcakes since that's all Moxley had was chocolate chips to bake with. It was better than nothing. She also made a few batches of sugar cookies. She was just pulling her 4th dozen of cookies out of the oven when Moxley made his way into the kitchen and set them on the rack to cool.

Mouthwatering scents flowing from the kitchen made Dean go check to see what was going on, his eyes widening at the sight. "I swear I've never seen so much baked goods in my entire life. Who are you, Betty Crocker?" He walked over and swiped a cookie. As soon as the sweet treat touched his tongue, he groaned in absolute satisfaction. "Oh my god, you are the master Miss Crocker!" Another bite into it and he was in TOTAL heaven. "If you need anything else from the store, let me know. I'll get you whatever ingredients you want." Finally finishing his cookie, Dean moved onto a second. "I came in here to find out what you wanted for dinner, but all I can think about is cookies right now."

"You don't have to worry about dinner." She opened the second oven –yes he had two ovens- and revealed a plump roast she found in his freezer chest along with cut up red potatoes and vegetables within it. "It should be done in another hour or so." Bianca had been baking for damn near 5 hours and started the roast an hour into baking cookies. "I'm thinking I'll take the cookies with us for treats on the road. I'm also making muffins. You don't have any cupcake mix or else I would've made some of those too." She watched as Moxley walked over and gawked at the plump roast in the oven, trying not to smile, starting another batch of cookies to pop in the other oven.

Was this really Bianca Danielson in his kitchen? Dean couldn't believe this woman. "You're amazing, seriously amazing." He snatched another cookie and she gave him the stink eye, saying something about ruining his dinner. "I could give a shit less if I ruin my dinner, it would be well worth it. Please tell me you're engaged or you have a really lucky boyfriend who gets to keep all your cooking and baking to himself and doesn't share a damn thing with anyone else."

He could see himself telling everyone else to fuck off if she was his girl. They wouldn't get ANYTHING from her. They wouldn't even be allowed to SNIFF the aroma from the kitchen. Instantaneously, the mood immediately changed from joking to sadness as Bianca continued rolling dough, glancing at her diamond ring. Not even when she baked did she take it off. She knew how to get all the pieces out of the diamonds, even though she was really careful on what she did. Bianca had baked for years, her mother teaching her everything she knew along with her grandmother.

"No, I don't. Not anymore." She confessed softly, blinking tears away from her eyes as she continued kneading the dough, not believing she was about to tell him anything regarding her personal life. "I married young right out of high school. I was with this man throughout all 4 years of high school and even some in junior high. I don't count those years though. I was 18, same age as Myron. Our parents grew up together, so it was a dream come true for them that we got married." Bianca balled up some dough and placed it on the tray expertly, not looking up from what she was doing. "5 years ago, my husband died in a horrible…accident." She cleared her throat. "He was a construction worker and they were working on a bridge. Where we live, there are floods all the time because of the river that goes through the town. He was on a job and it was raining really badly. There were flash flood warnings throughout town. The bridge ended up giving out because the river rose too high, which is why it's metal now. They recently fixed it. The entire construction site was…wiped out and everyone on it died…including Myron. That's why I haven't spoken to Bryan in 5 years because I was holed up in my house, the same house Myron built from scratch for us, mourning the loss of my husband. The only man I ever gave my heart to, the only man I ever loved. My first everything. And he was taken from me. I haven't really had a lot of social interaction in the past 5 years besides my work at the local children's hospital as a nurse. Though, probably don't have that job now since being kidnapped." Finishing, she popped the tray in the oven and wiped her tears away, running the water to splash her face clean. "Dinner will be ready in an hour, hopefully."

That was a terrible story, Dean thought, frowning. "I'm really sorry about your…husband." He walked over, waiting for her to turn around and pinned her against the kitchen counter without actually touching her, hands on either side of her. "Look, I really shouldn't be telling you this, but…Vince McMahon came to me with this idea. I thought he was fucked in the head, but when the company CEO comes to you and gives you an idea, you use it. At first we thought it was crazy and once we abducted you and Kavari, we knew it was a mistake. Once we took you guys, we started having second thoughts about everything. Well everyone except Roman, he seems to have an iron clad stomach and nothing bothers him. Vince noticed we were starting to get a little leery about it and threatened to send us back down to NXT and midcard. We worked our whole lives to get to this one place and we get here and suddenly it's all being threatened to be ripped away. I know we've been rough with you both, but Vince kept saying it had to look believable. You guys had to look scared, he just never banked on you guys being as tough as you are."