CHAPTER TEN

Lamika felt his hand on her back, gently guiding her. She grunted when two giants came rushing down the stairs, slamming her back into the wall, pausing to look first at her then to David, both speculating before continuing on their way. "Is it always like this?" She asked, slipping behind him so she wouldn't wind up squashed. "And why are you being followed?" She halted, cocking her head to the side, hearing a slow and steady footstep behind them.

"A lot of the guys don't take the elevator." David explained, leading the way up the stairs until they finally reached their floor, pulling her to the side when another guy almost bull rushed them. "Jackass!" David growled, holding her hand tightly. "Yeah, it's always like this. Welcome to the WWE." He grunted, not sounding thrilled and finally arrived at their hotel room door, unlocking it and escorting her in. It was a two bedroom suite. "Pick whichever room you want."

She studied the rooms, finally picking one and deposited her bag on the bed, sighing as she looked around. Another damn hotel.

David walked over to the balcony doors, pressing his head against the cool pane and sighed heavily. So many thoughts were running through his mind, not believing he had jus killed again. He hadn't done that in years and felt sick to his stomach. He had no choice though. Kara would've ran her mouth and then they'd of been royally screwed. "I'm sorry Sammy." He whispered regretfully.

Lamika wasn't feeling any remorse over having killed one of her 'sisters', knowing the bitch would have killed her if given the chance. She walked out of hr room, shutting the door behind her and halted, frowning when she seen David. She hesitated when she heard his whisper, having a pretty good idea of what he was thinking.

Cautiously, she stepped forward and rested a hand on his back, moving to stand besides him. "You did what you had to David." She said softly.

"I know." He whispered, nothing showing in his eyes as he looked down at her though he did feel bad that he'd murdered again, even if it had been for a good reason. "I promised Sam I wouldn't kill again." He confessed with a heavy heart, his eyes suddenly narrowing. "That was until those screws decided to end her life." He walked away from her. "Do you know what they call themselves Mika?"

"No." She admitted, shaking her head. "Everyone just kinda calls them… Them." She emphasized that last word, raking a hand through her black hair and sighed. She disappeared back into her own room, wishing she could be more help then mentally slapped herself, she was a help. She was the only one who knew the best ways inside that fucking hellhole as well as where a lot of interesting things were located.

"We leave in twenty so get around!" David called through her door. He made a phone call while rifling through his bag, finally tossing the cell aside, growling with frustration. Them? That's what people called it? What the fuck was this, a sick game? David needed answers and he needed them fast.

He couldn't help but think about his sister, about how stupid he was for not being more cautious, more careful, more of a big brother. This stupid job had him on the road all the time, all over the place, when he could've been there to stop Them, kill Them for trying to touch her. Now David's next question was: what did his sister do to deserve this? There had to be a motive.

His thoughts slowly strayed to Lamika and how much she both unnerved and enticed him at the same time. A deadly, but sultry combination.

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"Holy shit." Lamika whispered when she seen how parked the underground parking lot at the arena was.

"What?" David asked, looking over at her as he pulled into the parking space reserved especially for him, smirking. "Overwhelming isn't it?" He got out of the car, bag over his shoulder and walked around the car, opening her door. "You ain't seen nothing yet."

Lamika allowed him to guide her into the building, feeling more then slightly claustrophobic when she seen how crowded it was, like a tin of sardines. She ignored the curious looks shot a them and sighed, hearing a low comment about her scarred up arms, knowing she shouldn't have worn a tank top.

"Jerks." She muttered. "Hey… I thought I was going to watch the show, not have to be around…" She coughed, not finishing that sentence.

"Antsy much?" David chuckled, pushing her through the crowd. He sighed in relief when they finally reached his dressing room, ushering her in and closing the door behind them. "It doesn't start for another two hours, but it's mandatory everyone be here early. I'll show you to your seat before it starts." He promised.

Lamika looked at him like he had to be kidding her and instantly felt her pockets for a cigarette, groaning when she remembered he wanted her to quit and sighed, walking around the room slowly. A few days in the company of this man and she was already changing herself for him. What the hell?

"So what're we supposed to do for two hours?" She asked finally, turning to stare at him.

"I have to go talk to my boss about my… injury." He paused, eying her and then winking to let her know everything was cool between them. "Then after that, I'm going to show you to your seat and go out there, wrestle my last match for awhile." He chuckled, seeing her eyes light up at the mention of wrestling. "I got you HOOKED."

She looked mildly annoyed before grinning cheekily. "I think I could take you."

"I could take you." David replied, pulling her down onto the couch with him so she was straddling his waist, wrapping his arms around his neck. "But we're going to make an agreement right now Mika. I don't want us fighting anymore. We need to stick together to bring down those clowns. I need you on my side and you need me on yours. We need each other right now more then ever."

Lamika's sized him up, her blue eyes shrewd. "I already knew that. As for what happened at the hotel, I didn't mean to crack your head against the wall." She tried and failed to suppress a smirk. "I just really hate to be tickled."

"I noticed." David snorted, rubbing her back gently with his large hands, smiling slightly. "Don't worry about it Mika, ancient history. We have to quit fighting though, no more violence unless it's directed at other people."

Lamika didn't move her eyes from his for awhile, finally looking at his neck and smiling slightly. "You're pulse is racing, what's wrong?" She asked, peering back at him, catching his hands and holding them in front of her, wedged between their bodies. "Calm down kid."

"I'm not a kid." David gruffly whispered and couldn't resist anymore. Her lips looked to soft, to inviting and he had to find out if they were. He pulled Lamika against him in a strong embrace, kissing with fiery passion and guided her down onto the couch while his hands explored her sides, running them up and down her body. He was probably going to get a foot lodged in his crotch or worse for this, but it'd be worth it just to taste her once.

She tensed instantly when he pulled her down onto the couch, having steered clear of sex since her episode with Them. Lamika pressed her hands against his chest to push him away and instead wound up pulling him closer, suddenly returning the kiss with just as much passion. Her arm moved around his neck as if on it's own accord as she deepened the kiss, her other hand kneading his chest.

David growled from low in the back of his throat, feeling her start to push him away but smirked when she pulled him closer instead. He slid his hands up her tank top, groaning when he felt her tender flesh against his palms, his blood lighting on fire with desire and slid his tongue in her mouth, hoping she didn't get freaked out by his tongue ring.

That tongue ring turned Lamika on even more, driving her wild. She'd always been a big fan of piercing though she didn't have any herself, having seen way to many piercing ripped out in a fight. When she felt one of his massive hands trail down to cup her sex, she moaned in his mouth, arching her hips up against his hand before reaching down to grab his wrist, guiding it down the waistband of her baggy jeans.

David finally tore his lips from hers, not saying a word just trailing fire ridden kisses down her throat. This woman intrigued him to no end, made him want to know more, made him want to fuck her brains out so he wasn't about to pass up this opportunity.

Lamika nearly flew off the couch when she felt him caress her, her now deep ocean blue eyes flying open. She found herself surprised when she realized she wanted him more then anything, wanting to feel him and it almost scared her. She didn't care anymore though and guided his hand against her, not all that shy at the moment, too into what was happening between them to be shy or scared. She used her other hand to tug his beater over his head, almost crying out from the loss when he moved his hands to help her.

"Ssshhh… keep it down baby." David ordered in a harsh, passionate whisper before attacking her neck again, once again stroking her and groaned again. Damned if she didn't feel good and hot. He slid a finger between her folds, his breath catching in his throat at how hot she was and grunted, moving his finger in and out of her at a slow, teasing pace. "You gonna cum for me Mika?" He whispered gruffly in her ear.

"Yes." She murmured, her hands holding onto his shoulders for dear life as she moved her hips up to meet him, burying her face in his neck to keep from moaning aloud. Lamika hissed, feeling her walls clamp down around his finger, her juices coating him as she came, her body shaking from the sheer force of her orgasm. "Christ…" She whispered.

David smirked, raising his fingers to his lips and licked them clean, staring down into her eyes as he did. "Damn do you taste sweet baby." He murmured, kissing her passionately again.

Then he cursed when there was a knock on the door.

"We'll finish this later, I promise."