Chris stormed into the house letting the door slam behind him. "Autumn! Autumn!" His voiced boomed through the house and both she and Shannon came running.

"What's wrong Chris?"

Chris through a folder onto the coffee table and the photos that the private investigator had supplied to him fell out. Autumn's hand trembled as she reached out and picked up the photo on top.

"What do you know about this Autumn?" Chris asked through clenched teeth. Shannon stepped up beside her and glanced at the picture.

"Wait a minute Chris. You can't think that she had anything to do with Melony's disappearance."

"I don't think Autumn had anything to do with it. But I think she may be able to shed some light on the matter."

Autumn laid the picture on the table and didn't even bother looking through the others. "I have no idea what Doug is up to. He brought my car back earlier and he was acting strange."

"How was he acting strange?"

Shannon glanced at Autumn who was still shaking from her run in with Doug. "Man I had to pull him off of her. Doug had her by the arm and was trying to force her to leave with him. If I hadn't made it here when I did Autumn would be missing too."

"Bastard!" Chris paced back and forth. "Where is he now?"

"I beat him pretty good and left him lying on the ground."

"He couldn't have gotten too far because my car is still here." Autumn now stood at the window her arms wrapped protectively around her waist. Shannon walked over to where she stood and placed his arm around her shoulder.

"Are you ok?" Chris asked with concern.

Tears trailed down her cheeks. "Not really. I feel like an idiot." She paused long enough to choke back a sob. "Chris, I let him into my life and in return he hurt my sister, me and you. How can I live with myself?"

"Did you know what he planned to do?"

"No!"

Chris squeezed her shoulder. "Well then, it looks like there is no reason to blame yourself. Right?"

She swiped the tears from her cheeks and turned to Shannon who held her tightly.

"Ok, I'm going to look for Doug. If he was stupid enough to leave here on foot maybe he didn't get too far."

"I can go with you." Shannon offered.

"No stay here with Autumn. Call Dave and Molly and see if they can come by."

Once Chris was outside, he opened his cell phone and called an old friend of his that just so happens to work for the Georgia State Police. "Hey Art, this is Benoit. I have got a little situation that I need your discretion in handling. Chris went on to explain the situation and listened intently before hanging up and getting into his truck.

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"I don't understand Montel, what did we ever do to you?"

He pulled a chair up in front of her and stroked his goatee thoughtfully. "It's not what you did more so of what your husband did."

Melony frowned and shook her head. "I don't understand. Chris took you under his wing and taught you everything you know.

"He taught me, built me up and knocked me down!"

"Chris never knocked you down."

"What do you call stealing the US title from me then? Not to mention sidelining me with an injury and my medical bills." Montel stood up kicking the chair out of his way.

Mel fought the urge to laugh. "You can't be serious! I don't know where you get your facts but Vince gave that push to Chris because of all his hard work in training you. Chris got you to the point that you were so good Vince was going to move you to RAW to compete for the Intercontinental belt. Or didn't you know that?"

Montel stared through her in disbelief. "That's not what he said."

"He who?" Chills ran down her spine and she started to piece the puzzle together.

"Man this shit is fucked up!" Montel paced the room.

Mel fought the urge to vomit. "It's him isn't it? He's behind this?"

Montel didn't have to say a word as he walked through the door.

"You fucking bastard! Why?" She struggled against the chair that she was tied to but it was useless. Anger turned her cheeks red and all she wanted was to hit him.

"Now don't get yourself all worked up. It wouldn't be good for the baby would it?"

She fought the urge to scream. She was seething mad and a little confused at his motive. He squatted down in front of her and smiled arrogantly. "Didn't think I would find out about that did you?"

With no warning, she spat in his face making him laugh before grabbing her by the shoulders. "Listen bitch, I'm calling the shots now and if you don't play nice there will be a price to pay. One steeper than you are already paying."

"Why are you doing this Brock?"

He pulled up a chair and excused Montel from the room. "It's simple once you think about it. Benoit got the life I deserved. He got the career, the money and the girl, my girl. Now I'm taking it all back."

"You are the one that left Brock. You left the WWE and you left me. So why do you think you deserve more than what you got?"

Brock shook his head. "You just don't get it do you?"

"What is there to get? You're crazed and delusional."

His cell phone rang prompting him to answer. "Yeah, this is Lesnar."

"It looks like we have a little problem." Brock glared at her and slammed his phone shut. "It seems like your hero husband just decided to pull a dumb move. He only deposited half of the money."

Inwardly Mel was glad that Chris wasn't giving this bastard any more money. She wished he would call the cops after all what would Brock do to her. She cocked her head to the side and made the sarcastic remark. "What are you going to do if you don't get your money Brock, kill me?"

"Oh no baby, I could never hurt you." He smiled and rand a hand down the side of her face. "I'll have someone else do it."

"You'll never get away with this!"

"Well I guess we'll just have to see about that won't we?"

She uselessly fought against him as he put another piece of tape over her mouth.

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