Chapter 11
Dean shook his head, feeling ashamed. "I've done some sneaky underhanded shit before, but never anything like this. Your job is safe and so is Kavari's. Vince's assistant, Amber, called both places pretending to be you guys and asked for emergency family leave." Backing away from her, he swallowed hard and braced himself for Bianca's backlash. "Hate me if you want to, I understand."
"Oh my god…"
Bianca could tell just by the solemn look in Jon Moxley's eyes that he wasn't lying to her. He meant every word that came out of his mouth and everything he said was the truth. Vince McMahon was behind this? Vince McMahon, the co-owner of the WWE, was behind their abduction? They basically blackmailed the Shield into destroying 2 women's lives for ratings! RATINGS!
"Oh god…" Bianca covered her mouth with her hand, feeling tears course down her cheeks and suddenly collapsed to the floor, her knees completely giving out on her. She didn't even know where to begin with this, trying to digest all of it, her entire body trembling from head to toe. "T-That's why Bryan hasn't come for me, isn't it?" She looked up at Moxley through tear-filled electric blue eyes, seeing the guilt-ridden look on his face and felt her heart crumble as the pieces floated to the pit of her stomach. "H-He would've fought you off instantly that night if he didn't know about this." That much was certain because Bryan had always been super protective of Bianca. "THAT SNEAKY SON OF A BITCH!"
Walking over, Dean squatted down and gently lifted Bianca into his arms. He knew she probably didn't want to be touched, but his dirty kitchen floor wasn't the place to have a breakdown. Not at all. He carried her into the living room and sat Bianca on the couch, handing over a box of tissue with some water. "We were told to keep you guys out of the loop. Actually, it was ordered. I'm sorry, but Bryan is the one who went to Vince with the idea. I overheard their conversation one night. Vince gave him a huge bonus for coming up with such a 'great' idea." He squatted down in front of her, resting his hands on her legs. "I'm sorry you have to hear all of this right now. But I couldn't keep it from you anymore. The guilt has been eating away at me. Like I said, I've done some shady shit in my past for wrestling companies I worked for, but abduction is a definite first."
"Bryan knew I'd hate you because of your past together in the Indies. He knew I'd fight you tooth and nail too. I can't believe this." Bianca lowered her eyes to her lap, holding the bottle of water and let the tears slide down her cheeks freely, not bothering to wipe them away. "Why are you telling me this now, Moxley? You're risking career suicide by telling me, you get that right? I really hurt you, physically abused you, and it was all because of my asinine brother and his asinine ridiculous ideas." Staring into his solemn bluish grey eyes, Bianca could see how much this bothered him and grabbed his hand, squeezing it gently. "What about Kavari's Dad? Was he involved in it too?"
"I'm telling you because I'm tired. In the 3 or rather 4 days we've taken you two, it's been one stressful thing after another. Seth is falling hard for Kavari; anyone with two eyes can see it. They are spending their time alone together, getting to know each other. Anyone can tell any feelings he has for her; she wholeheartedly returns. I sent him a message a few seconds ago letting him know I told you the truth. He hasn't text me back, so I'm assuming they went to the beach to swim or something. He usually always comes up with great ideas for shit to do with friends or girls." Dean explained, clearing his throat. "All signs point to no. Glen has no idea what's going on between Bryan and Vince. Glen would murder your brother if he found out the idea was his. Making him worry about his daughter like this has to be taking its toll on him. I spoke to Seth earlier before we all left for the airport and he'd confessed he let her call her Dad last night from his cell, so at least he knows she's alright."
Bianca sighed with great relief upon hearing that and cracked a small smile, slowly pulling her hand away. "Come with me to the kitchen please. The cookies will be done in a second and if they burn, I'm not going to be happy. I haven't burned anything since I was a teenager."
She stood from the couch and walked into the kitchen just as the oven went off for the cookies. Slipping the glove on, Bianca pulled the tray out and set it on the rack to cool, deciding she'd made enough cookies to last everyone a lifetime. Maybe Moxley would run out and get some muffin mix for her or something later on so she could continue baking.
"I want to help you." She finally said, watching Moxley's face carefully and set the towel down that she wiped her hands off on. "I mean it. I'm serious. I want to help you bring my brother down and I think I have an idea on how to do it. But we're going to have to work together and we'll have to go along with this charade a little longer."
Bianca was pissed off, motivated and wanted Bryan to pay for what he did to her and Kavari. Dean smirked because he knew whatever was brewing in Bianca Danielson's head would not be nice. It wasn't going to be nice at all. But he knew he was going to enjoy it to the fullest from this point forward. No brother should ever do what Bryan did to his sister, to put her through pure hell by 3 men.
"What did you have in mind? I mean - I know the girl in makeup can help you look like you've got a black eye or you've been roughed up. You know that kind of shit will eat Bryan up, but not nearly enough to beg Vince to stop or stop getting that bonus. Whatever it is you want to do you've got my full support."
The second timer dinged letting Bianca know dinner was ready. While she got dinner pulled from the oven, Dean was putting the cookies in Tupperware. He really hoped she didn't hate him for all of this. Dean didn't know if his apology was any good. He wasn't used to apologizing for something he'd meant to do, but definitely never meant to do any of this.
Cutting up the roast, Bianca checked the temperature to make sure it was done and nodded, grabbing some bowls to put the potatoes and vegetables in that were separate from the roast. "Time to eat."
She didn't have to ask Moxley if he was hungry – look how huge the man was. Making both of their plates, Bianca carried both plates into the dining area that he probably never used to set them down. She cracked a small smile when he handed over forks and knives, gesturing for him to sit down. Procuring two glasses from his mini bar with a bottle of wine she found, Bianca poured them each a healthy dose and finally sat down, after making sure the ovens were both shut off.
"I'm not mad at you. Not anymore. Granted, I think you should've told Vince to stick the job up his ass, but at the same time I understand how hard you've worked to achieve the WWE. I won't take that away from you either. But there is something you need to do for me in exchange for my cooperation with this." When he nodded without hesitation, Bianca smirked wickedly as she took a bite of carrot, sighing in contentment. "I need you to get me Linda McMahon's phone number without her dear husband or anyone else knowing. Think you can do that for me, Moxley?"
Sighing, Dean couldn't stop the question from leaving his mouth while staring at Bianca. "Why do you call me Moxley? I know you know me from my Indy days, so I kinda figured that's why you weren't calling me Dean. I can't really fault you for it either. I really hate the name. I'm not entirely sure who came up with Dean Ambrose, it makes me sound like some juvenile delinquent." He smiled softly. "My name is Jonathan Good. You can call me Jon if you want – not that I don't like Moxley. I just haven't been called that in a while." He sipped some wine. "And I can probably get Linda's cell number for you. I have plenty of resources."
"You think I don't know your real name?" Bianca retorted with an arched brow, chuckling softly and took another bite of food. "I call you Moxley because that's who I know you as. I don't know Jonathan Good. And I flat out refuse to call you Dean Ambrose." She made a face, not liking it either and didn't blame him, sipping some of her own wine. "Good, the sooner you get me her number, the sooner we can kick this off. And I like your makeup idea as far as making it look like you've been physically abusing me. I'm all for that because it'll freak Bryan out and make him think twice about the predicament he's put his poor little sister in."
Jon chuckled ruefully. "Good I'm glad I'm not the only one who hates the name Dean Ambrose. I can't stand that shit. Someone needs to be shot because of it." He wiped his mouth with his napkin and stood from his chair. "If you'll excuse me for a minute, I have a call I need to make if you want Linda's phone number. You impatient minx." He walked into his bedroom and grabbed his cell phone, dialing a number being sure to block his from view. "Hey Amber, this is Paul, I got a new cell phone and I must've misplaced my mother-in-law's cell number. Can you give it to me? I've got to see if she can take Aurora Rose to the doctor." He listened and wrote the number down. Damn he could lie good when he had too. "Thanks Amber, I really appreciate it." Jon hung up and walked back into the dining room, setting the number next to Bianca's plate before continuing his own meal.
"Wow, that was…a little too easy." Bianca took the sheet of paper and read over the number, immediately committing it to memory. "I'll make the call tomorrow and hopefully I can get a meeting with Linda to explain everything that's happened and what her dickhead of a husband is doing to the new talent." They finished eating and Bianca smacked Jon's hand when he went to grab his plate, shaking her finger. "I got it." She was in his debt since he came clean to her about everything and, until it was repaid, she would do what she could for him. Once she rinsed the dishes and put them in the dishwasher and started it up, Bianca took Jon's hand and led him to the bathroom. "I asked you earlier about your ear and since you ignored me, I'm going to assume you didn't clean it. So sit down and let me do it for you."
Groaning like a child while she drug him down the hallway of his condo, Jon wasn't looking forward to this. Truth be told, if he didn't want her to touch him he could easily pull away, but was letting her take him wherever she wanted. Once in the bathroom, Bianca pushed him back to sit on the toilet lid again and this time he gripped his knees, trying to keep his hands to himself. Jon really shouldn't be touching her in the first place, she wasn't his. Even if she was the most beautiful creature he ever laid eyes on in his life. He waited until she stepped in front of him and gripped her hips tightly before she even touched him, looking up with pleading blue eyes.
"I really am sorry about all the bullshit you had to go through with us. And I'm sorry about the head-butt, it was a bad reflex. I wasn't expecting you to kick that hard." He hadn't been expecting the kick at all actually.
Bianca could see all the guilt swirling through his eyes and wished there was something she could do to ease his mind. She forgave him. She forgave everything. Honestly, Bianca deserved that head-butt after super kicking him right in the chest. His chest could've caved in and then everyone really would've been screwed.
"It's okay, I forgive you. I wasn't exactly nice to you either." She gestured to his ear, feeling horrible about how hard she actually bit it and dipped the cue tip in the peroxide. "In fact, I was more abusive to you than you were to me. So let's just call it even and move on. If we're going to work together to bring my brother down, we have to trust each other."
Dropping a kiss on his forehead, Bianca felt his arms wrap around her waist again and smiled, proceeding to start cleaning his stitched ear again. Once they were finished, she headed back to the kitchen to start putting food away while Jon went to watch ESPN. He tried coming into the kitchen to help her, but Bianca shooed away, not wanting to destroy her treats. Truthfully, Bianca enjoyed having Jon's hands on her hips in the bathroom a little more than she probably should have. It felt as though his hands had scorched her through the thin material of her tank top. Bianca hadn't felt fire like that since Myron and it terrified her. What was Jonathan Good doing to her? This was the same man who used to beat the hell out of her brother in the Indies before they both made it to the WWE and now she felt desire flood her body whenever he touched her! What the hell was wrong with her? Even though she forgave him for the abduction and abuse, that still didn't change the fact he had kidnapped her out of her home. Piling the Tupperware on top of each other near the coffeemaker, Bianca cleaned up the rest of the dinner mess and headed into the living room. She sat down next to Jon, seeing he had football on and handed over a Tupperware container full of cookies. Jon grinned, kissing her cheek and popped one in his mouth before turning a movie on, draping his arm around her shoulders as they both enjoyed the tranquility that surrounded them for a change.