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Cody got up the next morning walking into the main room to see Randy passed out in the chair the TV was still on. Early Saturday it was just infomercials. Randy was grumbling in his sleep a grimace on his normally hardened face. Cody was wondering how long ago Randy passed out, and two if he should wake him. Looking around Cody was almost shocked not to see and drink glasses from the bar, or minibar bottles. He had to give Randy credit keeping his vow after what he said last night.
"No…stop….get…off…her." Randy faintly mumbled his head moving some more. "No….god…no….I'll….kill…you…I'll….fucking….kill…you." Cody sighed he was leaning more to waking him, but he worried Randy would lash out towards him. "NO!" Randy's eyes shot open as he sat up panting trying to clam his raising heart. Then he slumped forward his head in his hands. "My god Jadie I am so sorry…please hope you can forgive me." His voice was near sobs.
"It's not your fault." Cody's voice startled Randy lifting his head looking at Cody. Cody coughed a moment seeing the grief filling his friend. "Randy you will get her back."
"I don't know Cody…I just don't know."
"Why?" He walked closer taking a seat on the couch. "Why don't you think you will get her back? Last night you said that Sunday this would hopefully be over. Why only hopefully?" Randy looked back down shaking his head. "Randy damn it man talk to me." Randy just clenched his teeth shaking his head. "GOD DAMN IT RANDY !" Randy's head snapped off with the 'I'm about to snap' look at Cody. Cody wasn't sure why he didn't backed down when most would have scared of the viper's strike. "Well that got through your head. Talk to me damn it, it's what I am here for."
"Call Trips, he's going to want to know this too." Randy closed his eyes taking a few deep breaths.
Cody got up moving to the phone dialing it. "Morning Stephanie I hope I didn't wake you two…If Paul there…something happened last night Randy said he wants to see him…all I know is he got a package delivered here for him…ok…thanks Stephanie." He hung up the phone going to sit back down Looking at Randy who had his head in his hand again. "She said he was in the shower she would let him know when he got out." Randy just nodded.
Stephanie was already dressed in her business suit as she had a full day of publicity before the hall of fame ceremony that night. She was sitting in the main room of their suite when Paul came out in his tee shirt & jeans. He ditched the suit when he could even if it was part of his COO job, this week he was back in cerebral assassin mode. He played that role till Sunday, then they would see how it would go. Just like Shawn a few years before & now even Mark, Paul was getting too old & too beat up to keep running with the younger guys coming up, but it was still good to get between the ropes with them time to time.
"You seen my phone hun?" Paul asked looking at Steph who held it up from next to her. He walked over to take it from her & she pulled it away with a smirk. He smirked leaning giving her a light kiss before she would give it to him, slipping it into his pocket "Thanks Stephy I sometime wonder if I would loose my head without you."
"Yeah I know. Oh Cody called why you were in the shower. He said something is up with Randy after getting a package last night."
"Damn not again." grumbled Paul under his breath.
"Again? What again?" Paul lowered his head pinching the bridge of his nose as he sighed.
"Kane keeps sending Randy letters taunting him about Jade. One time there was photos, another some sort of disk."
"WHAT! My sister…our sister is being help captive by the crazy with our 'hands tied' till we can figure how to get her back & you don't tell the rest of the family that he has been contacting Randy outside the ring!"
Paul lifted his head looking at his wife his also slightly apologetic. "Stephy trust me there was nothing in the letters that would help. Seeing them or the photos I saw would of only upset you & your parent's. Even Shane would of came back & want to wail in to Kane." Stephanie lowered her head rubbing her forehead.
"I understand, but you still should of came to us."
"Sorry I made a judgment call on that." He almost growled at himself. "Damn it…I was so wrapped with helping Randy not go off the deep..there was some information that came from it."
"Something good I hope?" She looked back at him.
"Yes & no…but on the good side we did get a lead on Phil, Kane took him too."
"My god…well you are right at least it is a lead."
"And this should be all over after Randy's match tomorrow. He promised we would get her back."
"You honestly believe him at this point?"
"I don't know, but we have little choice at this point we have no leads to where he has them. Phil was snatched from New York, Jade Ohio." Paul takes a deep breath. "I guess I better go see what is up with Randy."
"I'm coiming with you."
"Steph no."
"Paul I'm coming."
"Please." He took her hands holding them together between his own looking at her. "Trust me you won't want to hear or see this. I had trouble holding it together even after the first note. Sorry to say they have gotten worse. Please Steph, I need to you trust me, you coming won't help any. Just get ready & go about business as usual, we can't let your father or the company down."
Stephanie turned her eyes a moment away from his almost pleading ones. Paul seemed to hide his feelings a lot, more so the more caring ones. To see the pain & concern in his eyes was odd for her at time still and she lightly nodded. "You hear anything that will help…"
"I'll let you know." She nodded before he leaned down to kiss her again before he made sure he had everything & left the suite.
Paul reached the room knocking, Cody opened the door letting him in motioning to the chair Randy never budged from. "He been in the seat since last night…found him passed out this morning." Paul nodded walking over placing a hand on Randy's shoulder. Randy turned his head looking his eyes faintly red from the tears he couldn't stop.
"Cody said you needed to talk. Do we need a place more private?"
"No, I told Cody I would tell him at least some of what happened." He hung his head again. Cody was already walking back over sitting back down in the other chair leaving the couch free for Paul so he would be seated closer to Randy.
"Randy you want a glass of water or something?" Cody asked.
"I don't know if I could keep anything down right now Codes."
"Randy you can't let him rattle you. You know he has to be making this appear worse then they are."
"DO I! DO I! You so fucking sure of that Paul!" Randy clenched his hands in tight fists. He was trying to take deep breaths but it wasn't helping any. "HE FUCKING TOURTURED HER!" Randy gritted his teeth.
Paul tried to keep focused allowing Randy to blow his stack, he wasn't going to tell him to calm down he knew there was no point in trying that. "Well keeping her capti…"
"I DON'T Mean just keeping her locked up Paul, for fucking petes sake you read the last letter." Randy's body was shaking from the build up of emotions. "Tomorrow night I might be the one arrested after I kill that bastard." Randy spoke coldly rolling his shoulder & neck.
"Randy come on, you can't let him get to you, it's almost over." Randy lifted his head faintly looking towards Paul & Paul was not liking what he saw. He had that maddening look to his eyes. Paul at times like this had to deeply wonder if Randy was really hearing voices. "I think it best we cancel your appearances for the day."
"I'll handle it Paul."
"Be honest right now, you could fool me…last thing we need is you snapping off on an interviewer or a fan."
"You want to know what got under my skin?" He almost hissed standing up almost storming into the bedroom. He came back with just the letter & the recorder. Setting them on the coffee table. "There was also another fucking disk & photos…but I am not showing you those." He stayed standing as Paul reached forward taking the letter reading it. Paul tried to not change his expressions except the large breath of air he let out. He looked form the paper to the recorder.
"You sure about this Randy?"
"You want to know why I want to kill that fucking bastard then yeah play the god damned thing!" Cody gulped standing.
"Randy…" He paused noticing Randy had the crazed look to him still ever since he left the room. Paul looked at him nodding, with the nod Cody grabbed hi room key leaving out. Paul knew he would regret it be he put the paper down picking up the recorder starting the play back. Paul forced himself to listen up to the first smacking sound, he couldn't listen past that shutting it off.
"It got worse from there…" Randy spoke his tone still cold.
Paul just shook his head. "I don't need details Randy, I'm sorry once we know he is in the arena tomorrow we will make sure he is kept an eye on, even if we need a whole fleet to follow his ass back to where he has her, we will get her back. I stand by my call though, hit the gym, hit the pool…something to calm you the hell down. You are too tightly wound to be of any good publicity wise." Paul stand up heading for the door. " I'll place the order through myself. Also put those away & don't brood over them all day." Randy watched as he left before grabbing the letter & recorder returning them to the envelope. He didn't need to brood over them as they were already burned in his brain. He just went to lay on the bed trying to close his eyes feeling wiped from the lack of sleep the night before.