They were moving towards Wrestlemania fast and the feud between Roman and Brock was building up. At first Roman had handled it on his own, calling Brock out for the lazy part timer he was, but Brock was not gonna stay away forever. This evening Roman was met by a grinning Brock when he entered the arena.

"You can wipe that fucking grin off your face," Roman said.
"I warned you, Roman," Brock said.
"About what?" Roman asked.

Brock just continued grinning and Roman sighed in annoyance.

"You won't be grinning after Wrestlemania," Roman said.
"You sure about that?" Brock taunted.

Before Roman could question that, Vince showed up.

"Roman, there you are. I need you to come to my office for a little talk," he said.

Roman huffed at Brock and turned around to follow Vince into his office.

"What's up, Vince?" He asked.
"Change of plans. You're not winning the title at Wrestlemania," Vince answered.
"Why not?" Roman asked.
"Brock is resigning with us," Vince answered.
"Of course he is," Roman muttered.
"I just wanted to let you know myself," Vince smiled and patted Roman's shoulder. "How are things with Gemma? I see you're always friendly towards her."
"I'm friendly towards everyone," Roman said.
"Yeah, but you're the only one actually talking to her around here. I don't think she has many friends. Brock has always guarded her heavily," Vince said.
"You can say that again," Roman rolled his eyes. "Did you by any chance tell Brock that you've seen me and Gemma talk?"
"Of course. I wanted to let him know she's not lonely here without him," Vince said.

It all made sense to Roman. Brock knew enough to put two and two together. Of course he had chosen to resign and demanded to keep the title. Anything to stay around Roman long enough to mock him and make Gemma disappear right in front of him. He left Vince's office and found Brock still standing in the same spot with that same annoying grin on his face.

"I warned you, Roman. Don't go near my sister," Brock said.

Roman who normally kept calm suddenly saw red. He grabbed Brock's shirt and slammed him up against the nearest wall. Even though Brock easily could fight back, he just stood there laughing.

"She's a grown ass woman! She doesn't need to do what you tell her!" Roman sneered.
"Yes, she does. I got her under control," Brock licked his lips. "You better stay far away from her or I might have to bust you open inside the ring. You know, accidently."
"You will have to make me bleed to death in order to make me go away," Roman said.
"That can be arranged," Brock said.

Roman gave him a push against the wall before letting go and storming away from him. He had to find her. He had to be the one to tell her before Brock could.

"Wow, Roman, what's going on?" Seth asked.
"Have you seen Gemma?" Roman asked.
"She just walked by with her camera to that technician guy. Something about it not working properly," Seth answered.

Roman stormed towards the room. At least Brock would never think to look for her there. He slammed open the door and Gemma and that guy, he had no idea what his name was, looked at him.

"You! Out!" He pointed at the guy.

The guy quickly retreated and Roman closed the door.

"What's going on, Roman?" She asked nervously.

He hadn't seen that fear in her eyes for a long time and he hated that he was the one scaring her by being angry right in that moment.

"Fuck!" He shouted.
"Roman?" She took a step backwards.
"No, Gemma, I'm not mad at you. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you," he said.

He quickly walked towards her and pulled her in for a hug.

"I'm sorry. It's not you. It's Brock," he said.
"What did he do?" She asked.
"He's resigning," he answered.
"So?" She asked.
"So?" He sighed and pulled her out so he could look at her. "I was supposed to take the title off him at Wrestlemania but not anymore."
"It's not the end of the world," she said.

Of course she didn't understand. He hadn't told her about his plan.

"I was gonna kidnap you next night when he wasn't around. Just take you home with me without him knowing," he said.
"You were?" She asked.
"What did you think was gonna happen between us after Wrestlemania?" He asked.
"I hadn't dared to think about that," she answered. "It hurt too much when I tried."
"Yeah, same here. But he was supposed to be gone right after Wrestlemania and I would steal you away right under his nose," he said.
"I like that idea," she said.
"Me too, pretty girl," his eyes turned wet when he saw the hope in her eyes. "Unfortunately he's on to us and I don't know what to do. It's only a matter of time before he locates you tonight and we both know he'll do his best to keep us apart for the remaining weeks," he said.
"I'm really losing you, aren't I?" She asked.
"No, Gemma, I'll figure it out," he said.

She moved up to stand on her toes to silence him with a kiss. It was a soft, short kiss and it felt like she was kissing him goodbye.

"It's alright," she managed to put on a smile but her eyes didn't sparkle. "Thank you."
"For what?" He asked.
"For everything. For loving me," she answered.

She took a step backwards and he reached for her but she sidestepped him.

"I better go find him before he gets too mad," she said.
"Gemma, wait!" He pleaded.

She was out of the door before he could say or do anything else. He heard her feet run down the hallway to get away fast. It had most definitely been a kiss of goodbye. He wasn't gonna accept it though. It might mean goodbye for now but not forever. He was getting her away from Brock. One way or another, he was taking her home.

"I told you not to mess around with anybody!" Brock yelled later when they were on his bus.
"I didn't. I have to talk to people. It's rude not to," she said.
"Then be fucking rude! It works fine for me!" He yelled.
"I'm not you," she said.
"No, you're fucking pathetic!" He grabbed her chin. "Did you fuck him, huh? Did you fuck Roman?"

She swallowed hard and tried moving her head away but he just grabbed her chin tighter.

"Yeah, you fucked him. It's written all over your face. Fucking whore!" He sneered.

He spat in her face before backhanding her. She tumbled into the wall, holding her hand on her cheek that he had just hit while she slid down the wall to sit on the floor.

"Brock, please," she begged.
"No sister of mine fucks anybody on that roster, especially not someone like Roman Reigns!" His fist went down over her head. "Dirty, little whore! Just like your fucking mother!"

She heard him but she couldn't answer. The blow to her head had made her see stars and she slowly tilted down on her side before everything went black.