Chapter 2 Two

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It was late when Machelle got to Jamie's house. She pulled into the driveway and was about to get out of her car when her cell went off. It was Dean, he and Roman were together. As she answered it she saw that the front door of the house was ajar. El Torrito started to growl very low. She told Dean.

"Stay in the car," Dean ordered her. "We're on our way and we're calling the police. Do not go in there."

15 minutes later Dean and Roman arrived to find police cars in the driveway. At first the police wouldn't let them into the house, but detective Orton, recognizing them from the meeting at the WWE headquarters, gave permission for them to enter. They both ran over to Machelle who was standing with El Torrito by her car. Who was starting to panic, feeling she had no where to go that was safe.

"You can stay with us," Roman and Dean said in unison. Then, Dean added, "We're sharing a hotel room, we have room for you."

"All right," Machelle said, "But only for a few days at the most, I don't want anything to happen to either of you."

Dean updated the detective on where Machelle would be while Roman tried to calm her down.

"How could Jamie do this to me?" Machelle kept asking over and over. "How could he leave me in danger like this?"

Roman just hugged her. "I'm guessing Jamie had a good sense of character. After all, who wouldn't want these shares to exploit the McMahan's for their fortune."

"Apparently, someone does," Machelle said, looking around in dismay. "Enough to break into the house."

"Speaking of the McMahon's," Roman said, his curiosity getting the better of him, "I saw you hand Vince an envelope. If it's not too personal, can I ask what was in it?"

"It was the shares," Machelle told him, "and a letter telling Vince that while the shares were in her name, she was giving them to him and documenting it. Apparently, Jamie had an idea that this Jeremy person would be coming for the shares."

Just as Roman was going to ask another question Dean and the detective came over to talk to them. Dean looked more than a little concerned and upset, apparently the talk with Detective Orton had done a lot to concern him. Roman and Machelle soon found out why Dean was so upset, as the detective told them he had looked up this Jeremy guy, and what he had found out wasn't very pleasant. Jeremy had a long police record for exploiting people, assault and battery, using fake ID, and armed robbery; He was a very dangerous person.

"This is great," Machelle said, the panic rising again in her voice. "This is just great." She ran her fingers through her hair, nervously tugging at it.

Dean and Roman tried their best to calm her down. At first Machelle would have none of it, she was terrified, scared, and really had no idea of what best to do. Finally, Roman suggested the three of them should get something to eat. At first she disagreed, afraid she would be unable to keep down anything, but both Dean and Roman persisted, telling her she had to keep her strength up. When she still tried to argue, Roman quietly argued that Jamie would want her to eat, want her to be strong for the fight ahead.

"Not fair, Roman," Machelle muttered, not sure if she should be grateful or furious at the tall, dark haired man.

"Fair?" Roman repeated. "No. But truthful, and you know it. Let's go get something at Denny's."

"I'm afraid I'll throw it up," she said, giving one last, feeble argument.

"Then just get some soup and crackers," Dean said, knowing he and Roman had won this battle. "People are always able to keep down soup and crackers. That's why they give them to sick people. And ginger-ale, too. We'll order you soup, crackers, and ginger-ale."

"Maybe some tea, too?" Roman joined in. "My mom gave me tea when I was sick."

"Tea is for colds," Dean disagreed. "Ginger-ale is for when you feel you're going to vomit."

"I think she gave me tea for a stomach virus at least once," Roman said thoughtfully. "Or, the flu."

Machelle had to smile at the two men arguing the merits of certain beverages for certain medical conditions. "All right, all right," she said, holding up her hands in mock surrender. "You win. Just let me pack a few things and we'll go get something to eat."

"That's our girl," Roman said, as the three of them headed to her bedroom.

Machelle knew better than to argue, they were worried for her and would not leave her side, especially while she was in the house. But fortunately, she wasn't one of those women who needed hours to pack. She found a small suitcase and put in enough clothes and toiletries for a few days. While Machelle packed Dean ran over to the neighbor to ask if they could look after El torrito for a few day. The neighbors always looked after him when Jamie was away. When she zipped the bag shut, Roman took it immediately from her to carry it himself.

After securing the house, they headed out to the car. Roman tossed her bag in the back and the three of them got in, with Dean at the wheel. "Okay, Denny's it is," he called out cheerfully. "Where's the closest one?"

"We could check the GPS," Roman suggested, reaching for the buttons on the dashboard navigation system.

"No need," Machelle said, starting to feel a little better. She knew Roman and Dean would do whatever they could to make sure she was safe. Jamie had always trusted them, always told her they were good men. Now she would trust them too. "Take a right at the end of my street, follow that to the main drag and turn left. The Denny's is right there."

"A woman who can give clear directions," Dean joked, as he backed out of the driveway. "Now that's my kind of woman."

As they drove down the street, none of them noticed the almost generic looking car parked on the street, nor the man inside that had been watching them. If they had, they would have recognized Jeremy immediately. And none of them would have been pleased to see the slow, cruel smile that played across his lips. He had never seen Machelle before and thus had no clue what she looked like, Now he knew who she was and what she looked like, which brought him that much closer to what he wanted, the contracts and the shares. He'd killed for them once, and if he had to, he'd kill for them again