Ch 9

Mark was almost to his locker room when someone tapped his shoulder. He turned seeing Batista. The anger tried to take control as his fist balled up.

"Mark, I don't want any trouble," Dave put up his hands backing away from Mark.

"You should have thought about that before you slept with my wife," Mark snapped.

"It just happened neither one of us meant for it to go for so long. We both thought it would be a one night stand."

"So long? How long?"

"We've been seeing one another for about 6 months," Dave said seeing intense rage fill Mark's eyes as he stared down Dave.

"I can't believe this bullshit," Mark hit his locker room door in frustration making Dave tense up readying for an assault. "Why are you telling me this?"

"I care about Stephanie. I don't want you taking this out on her. I will take full …," he stopped when Mark's locker room door opened and Stacy looked out. Dave was stunned to see Stephanie's sister. He thought Adam was not working tonight so why was Stacy here with Mark. He made a mental note to let Stephanie know.

"Stacy, I'm fine I'll be there in a minute," Mark's harsh tone softened as he spoke to her motioning for her to go back inside. She nodded ok shutting the door as Mark turned his attention back to Dave. "Finish this up I don't have all day."

"Umm I will take full responsibility for what happened with Stephanie," Dave said making Mark shake his head in disbelief.

"You can both rot in hell. I'm going to divorce that bitch so you can have her till she gets bored with you and finds someone else to play with," Mark bitterly said. "I'm done talking about this tell Steph she'll be hearing from my lawyer," Mark opened the locker room door slamming it shut. He froze for a minute trying to get his anger under control he wanted so bad to smash Batista's face but he had held back.

"Mark, are you really ok?" Stacy softly asked slowly approaching him.

"Yeah, it worked your Dad caught her himself. He can not turn around and try to blame this on me. I will call a lawyer in the morning and be rid of that bitch in no time," Mark ran a hand through his hair.

"I have a feeling it won't be that easy. My father isn't going to let you divorce Stephanie without a fight. He'll try to push all sorts of other solutions at you like therapy and trial separation. All the bullshit him and my mom have tried a hundred times over," Stacy softly said.

"I'll go through hell to be free of this sham of a marriage," Mark stared down into her eyes. "I'm sure it will be hell even though Vince just saw with his own eyes what a cheating bitch she is. I should have known she has been a lying whore for the last six months."

"Six months? What are you talking about?"

"She has been with Dave for six months," he said sinking to the floor leaning his head against the door. "She played me for a fool. I knew something was going on. I just kept denying it to myself. All those nights she didn't come home. All those times I called and I heard another voice in the background. I should have left her months ago."

"Mark, you love her you didn't want to see anything bad in her," Stacy kneeled down next to him running her fingers through his hair pushing it away from his face.

"I did love her but not anymore," he painfully sighed. Stacy sat silently next to him for a few minutes not sure what to do then suddenly a thought came to her mind.

"Will you be okay for a few minutes?"

"Sure, where are you going?" he asked looking at her.

"I have to get something. I'll be right back," she stood back up. He slid over enough so she could get out of the door. He stared at the floor after she left going through all the things he had to do like call the lawyer, pack up all his stuff before Stephanie tried to destroy it all, and move out of the house. He was all through his mental checklist when he felt the door open again. He looked up meeting Stacy's brilliant blue eyes.

"I need you to come with me. I need some help," she softly said.

"Ok Stacy," he stood up towering over her. She went out the door motioning for him to follow. They went through the halls till they went out the door leading to the parking garage. "What do you need help with out here?" he looked around.

"Um this," she nervously smiled going near a black Harley motorcycle. "I remembered you said before riding always quiets your inner demons down," she tossed the keys to him. "You have about an hour before the show starts and Chuck said you could borrow his motorcycle. You can give me a call when you come back," she started to walk away when he grabbed her hand. "Is something wrong?"

"Come with me," he said gently pulling her.

"Are you sure? "

"Yes, I need you around unless you don't want to," he grinned handing her a helmet. She stared at him for a moment getting lost in his green eyes.

"Ok Mark," she put the helmet on as he climbed on the bike. She felt her stomach tighten up with nerves as she sat down behind him. He started up the bike making Stacy suddenly grab onto him tightly.

"Relax Stacy, I'm going to take it slow. If I go too fast for you, tap my side," he yelled over the roar of the engine. She nodded ok loosen her grip some as he backed the bike out of the spot. The moment he started down the parking garage ramp to the street he felt her tighten her hold again. As they rode he felt her relax against him and not hold on as tight. Mark happily sighed enjoying the time with her. He hated when they had to turn around and head back for the show. He on purpose took the ride back slow not wanting the moment to end. When he pulled back into the arena, Stacy wished their ride could have lasted longer too but she understood he had to get ready for the show.